Contest [Issue 70] Continue The Story - Edition IV

[LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH 1,921]

OMG the legend is back!!! :o

Legends never die

 

that's not my quote, it's from the tv show "legends of tomorrow" 

[C.O.N.Q.U.E.R.O.R 3,845]

Edited entry. Feedback?

[LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH 1,921]

Flexoo, please re-read my entry (if you have already read mine) I thought about what you said and came up with a completely re-worked concept for this contest. Thanks!

 

TrNitro, have you boycotted me?

[C.O.N.Q.U.E.R.O.R 3,845]

Yay, my favourite contest ever!

Hurry, push the deadline up  :unsure: 

[SiLEnCeR.T0 143]

Wait so I make a topic and write a story there to participate in this contest?

Edited December 22, 2017 by SiLEnCeR.T0

[SiLEnCeR.T0 143]

Wait so I make a topic and write a story there to participate in this contest?

hello??!! Anybody?

[N0iSE 222]

hello??!! Anybody?

you have to post your story here -that is in a reply

[SiLEnCeR.T0 143]

Oh ok thx

Edited December 23, 2017 by SiLEnCeR.T0

[LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH 1,921]

Intergalactic Battles:  Crashing down

 

 

 

 

Explosions rocked the command center. Ivan’s ship was in trouble.

“Mr. David, what is the status of the Hyperdrives and the proto shield?”

“Sir, I’m having a little difficulty fixing it.”

“Wait… are those siege cannons?!” Ivan's voice trembled. He had heard a very loud noise over the radio.

“I’m afraid so,” David gulped “I can’t fix the hyperdrives until they’re out of my path.”

“Hang on just a little longer Mr. David, I’m coming,” Ivan yelled over the radio.

Ivan rushed to the armory and put on an A-class suit. His unique A-22, equipped with high caliber plasma rifles and oxygen tanks, as well as the ability to fly. Ivan got into the suit and ran towards the carnage.

Once he reached there, the hopelessness sank in. The ship was a mess. There were damaged cables dangling from the massive, 20 meter high roofs, the floor was dented and walls were covered in plasma. The whole ship had been severely damaged, and now he and David had to somehow disable the siege cannons. Suddenly a few shells ricocheted off the A-22. Ivan used the hand to point roughly to the origin of the gunfire. On a sophisticated visor, he saw a flanker. He charged up his rifle, and with a quick shot killed the enemy.

“Incoming enemies detected! Change to SMG advised.”

“I hear ya’ computer.” Ivan talked to his suit, “Prepare Pulse gun”

After a great deal of whirring and gear changing, the two plasma guns turned into one big sized gun. Ivan then gracefully leaped into the air, firing a barrage of ammunition at his enemies. A few fell, but more still continued to return fire. Suddenly, a loud sound boomed across the hangar of the ship. It was the siege cannon.

“Computer,” bullets scraped against his suit, “Divert 100% power to the Ion gun!”

“Null action. Caution advised, if all energy is used, the suit will be rendered powerless.”

“DO IT!” still more bullets bounced off the suit.

“Power diverted to Ion cannon. The ion cannon is ready,” His pulse gun changed to an Ion cannon. There was only one shot at this. Only one chance to save the crew. He instinctively pointed the Ion cannon at the last siege cannon and fired away.

The result of his recklessness was a massive hole in the ship. The Siege cannon was destroyed, and many of the enemy soldiers with it, but now the ship was almost inoperable, and Ivans sat in the dark, in his suit.

“Hands up!” an enemy screamed.

Ivan fell to the floor.

“Looks like the maggot’s dead. Let’s pick take him to the leader.” In reality, I van was looking for something. A piece of debris, or an empty ammo shell, to take out the soldier. He felt a sharp metal rod. He picked it up and smashed it into the soldier's foot.

“Ahhh! He’s alive!”

Guns started blazing. Ivan pulled out the iron rod from the soldier's foot and used it to sever the man's oxygen tank wires. An enemy charged at Ivan with his gun. Ivan sidestepped and impaled it through the man's rib cage. He picked up the guns of the dead men and soon all of his enemies lay motionless on the floor.

“David! You still there?”

“Yes, I am. I have fixed one hyperdrive. The others require lots of time. Time which we don’t have. Tell your crew it’s now or never.”

“You hear that Marie? GET THIS RUSTBUCKET TO A PLANET. ANY PLANET. JUST FIRE UP THAT HYPERDRIVE AND GET US OUT OF HERE. THE EMP SHIELD IS FAILING! I REPEAT, IT’S FAILING!” Lasers had started to make their way to the hangar. Ivan retreated to the command center.

“Where’s David?”

“The airlock failed. His life signal just went offline.”

Ivan sighed. He had lost much of his original crew. Lots of it during this very battle, but losing David was a different kind of sadness. David had been Ivan’s friend, ever since he joined the academy. Also, since David was gone, there was no hope for the Hyperdrives.

“We can’t… we can’t… we can’t mourn for our losses now. We have no time. If we all sit here and cry, we’re dead. Where is the nearest planet?”

“Moronia. 200,000 miles away. I wouldn’t go there though, the indigenous people aren’t friendly at all. There have been many times where visitors were massacred.”

Once again explosions rocked the command center.

“Well seeing as the alternative is being blown to hell, I’d highly suggest you set course for Moronia Marie.”

Marie obliged. This was going to suck.

 

Edited December 27, 2017 by LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH

[BlueDragon_tamki 3,204]

 

 

 

Explosions rocked the command center. Ivan’s ship was in trouble.

 

“Mr. David, what is the status of the Hyperdrives and the proto shield?”

 

“Sir, I’m having a little difficulty fixing it.”

 

“Wait… are those siege cannons?!” Ivan's voice trembled. He had heard a very loud noise over the radio.

 

“I’m afraid so,” David gulped “I can’t fix the hyperdrives until they’re out of my path.”

 

“Hang on just a little longer Mr. David, I’m coming,” Ivan yelled over the radio.

 

Ivan rushed to the armory and put on an A-class suit. His unique A-22, equipped with high caliber plasma rifles and oxygen tanks, as well as the ability to fly. Ivan got into the suit and ran towards the carnage.

 

Once he reached there, the hopelessness sank in. The ship was a mess. There were damaged cables dangling from the massive, 20 meter high roofs, the floor was dented and walls were covered in plasma. The whole ship had been severely damaged, and now he and David had to somehow disable the siege cannons. Suddenly a few shells ricocheted off the A-22. Ivan used the hand to point roughly to the origin of the gunfire. On a sophisticated visor, he saw a flanker. He charged up his rifle, and with a quick shot killed the enemy.

 

“Incoming enemies detected! Change to SMG advised.”

 

“I hear ya’ computer.” Ivan talked to his suit, “Prepare Pulse gun”

 

After a great deal of whirring and gear changing, the two plasma guns turned into one big sized gun. Ivan then gracefully leaped into the air, firing a barrage of ammunition at his enemies. A few fell, but more still continued to return fire. Suddenly, a loud sound boomed across the hangar of the ship. It was the siege cannon.

 

“Computer,” bullets scraped against his suit, “Divert 100% power to the Ion gun!”

 

“Null action. Caution advised, if all energy is used, the suit will be rendered powerless.”

 

“DO IT!” still more bullets bounced off the suit.

 

“Power diverted to Ion cannon. The ion cannon is ready,” His pulse gun changed to an Ion cannon. There was only one shot at this. Only one chance to save the crew. He instinctively pointed the Ion cannon at the last siege cannon and fired away.

 

The result of his recklessness was a massive hole in the ship. The Siege cannon was destroyed, and many of the enemy soldiers with it, but now the ship was almost inoperable, and Ivans sat in the dark, in his suit.

 

“Hands up!” an enemy screamed.

 

Ivan fell to the floor.

 

“Looks like the maggot’s dead. Let’s pick take him to the leader.” In reality, I van was looking for something. A piece of debris, or an empty ammo shell, to take out the soldier. He felt a sharp metal rod. He picked it up and smashed it into the soldier's foot.

 

“Ahhh! He’s alive!”

 

Guns started blazing. Ivan pulled out the iron rod from the soldier's foot and used it to sever the man's oxygen tank wires. An enemy charged at Ivan with his gun. Ivan sidestepped and impaled it through the man's rib cage. He picked up the guns of the dead men and soon all of his enemies lay motionless on the floor.

 

“David! You still there?”

 

“Yes, I am. I have fixed one hyperdrive. The others require lots of time. Time which we don’t have. Tell your crew it’s now or never.”

 

“You hear that Marie? GET THIS RUSTBUCKET TO A PLANET. ANY PLANET. JUST FIRE UP THAT HYPERDRIVE AND GET US OUT OF HERE. THE EMP SHIELD IS FAILING! I REPEAT, IT’S FAILING!” Lasers had started to make their way to the hangar. Ivan retreated to the command center.

 

“Where’s David?”

 

“The airlock failed. His life signal just went offline.”

 

Ivan sighed. He had lost much of his original crew. Lots of it during this very battle, but losing David was a different kind of sadness. David had been Ivan’s friend, ever since he joined the academy. Also, since David was gone, there was no hope for the Hyperdrives.

 

“We can’t… we can’t… we can’t mourn for our losses now. We have no time. If we all sit here and cry, we’re dead. Where is the nearest planet?”

 

“Moronia. 200,000 miles away. I wouldn’t go there though, the indigenous people aren’t friendly at all. There have been many times where visitors were massacred.”

 

Once again explosions rocked the command center.

 

“Well seeing as the alternative is being blown to hell, I’d highly suggest you set course for Moronia Marie.”

 

Marie obliged. This was going to suck.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

it needs a title

[kaisdf 3,320]

I want to see one person win repeatedly so that by the end of this series, someone has just written a full story...

[BlueDragon_tamki 3,204]

I got past 1,000 words so it'll take me a while to reduce a lots of sentences.

I want to see one person win repeatedly so that by the end of this series, someone has just written a full story...

LOL that'll be funny

[BlueDragon_tamki 3,204]

A Mystery Carol
Chapter 1: Tragic party

It was the 24^th of December and only 1 day before Christmas Day, John's favorite holiday: presents, Xmas trees, Xmas sales and all those thinymajigs related to that. He wanted to organize the best Christmas feast ever but he would need a lot of help; luckily he got his parents and two of his aunts to help him. John needed more ideas but he didn't have any so he decided to go outside to think. Xmas decorations were everywhere while some even installed "roof stations". There was 3ft* of snow which isn't that bad for him. Last winter was the worst: 5 feet of snow. The icy gushing wind blows at John's direction as he brainstorms about the matter. At least 500 or more people should be invited , he said to himself. But where is the best place to have it: the mall, at a church or some big random building? The church seems great but it's not big enough sadly so he crossed that option out of the list. And where in the world can he find a big random building? He wouldn't know the answer to it so he also crossed it out in the end. His only option was the mall. He watched as children were throwing snowballs and making snowmen all over the place. His phone rang and it was his mom calling him; he answered the phone.
"Hello?" he said.
"Hey, we're at the mall and we need at least 278 more people and we need a big cake looking like a Christmas tree," his mom told him.
A Christmas cake?!? How in the world could I make that in time?!
"I don't know if I can do that in time..." he suddenly said.
His mom started to reason with him. "I was thinking the same thing like if you could do more cookies instead but the people wanted a big cake so I couldn't do anything-"
"Alright," he interrupted, "I'll try my best to make it in time."
"Ok I love you and be safe."
She hung up and John puts the phone in his pocket. He doesn't have time left; bake more cookies and do a big cake. What a challenge. He looked at his watch: it was 2:35PM; only 7 hours left before the big party begins. After he found some gloves and his scarf, he ran to the store, bought eggs, flour, icing and other ingredients he needed and speed-walked back to the house. C'mon, I need to hurry up but not too fast or I'll mess it up like last time. He tripled the ingredients which he doesn't normally do and constantly switches between games and baking. 2 hours later, he got everything done: the big Christmas cake his mom (well the guests) requested and the cookies. The only problems he has left is to put the cake in the car while he drives carefully to the mall because it was an hour away. He looked at the time: 4:28PM. 5 hours and 32 minutes left. Luckily I got more time on my hands. He remembered something: traffic. Here goes nothing. He stuffed the cake in the back of the car his dad left for him, making sure it was in the correct position while he put the cookies up in the front. He started the car and was on his way to the mall. The highway was clear at first until in the middle of it, the traffic started... but not as John imagined. Funny, this is rather unusual. What's going on? He received a phone call: it was his dad this time.
"Hey Dad."
"Where are you right now?" his dad asked him. "Everyone is waiting since there's so many people here."
"I know but I'm in the traffic right now." he said. Then he reported that there was something strange about it.
"What's the matter?" his dad asked.
"A few black cars around in the traffic like 5 or 6 of them."
"Well that's normal to see a few black cars. I mean-"
"No," John interrupted. "They're all the same car brand."
"That is strange to see that. Something special maybe?"
John didn't answer: he thinks something bad will happen and he has to escape without taking any risks.
"I'll call you back..." he said then he hung the phone up. When he got off the highway, those same black cars were following him. I got no choice... He hit the gas paddle and drove very fast that he past the speed limit. He hoped that the police would follow him so the black cars would go away and, as he planned it, the police were following him but the black cars were still behind them. John panicked and went faster but then the gun fired and everything blacked out...
Meanwhile, at the mall, John's parents were waiting for him when suddenly the police came and delivered the cake and the cookies: the cake wasn't exactly in a good state and the cookies were all broken up.
"Are you John's parents?" the police asked them.
"Yes we are..." the dad answered. "Why do you ask?"
"We're sorry to say this but we have some unfortunate news for you."
Everyone else was listening and things were prepared for the worst......

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Not the best story I've made
894 words and 3 feet = .9144 meters Edited December 29, 2017 by BlueDragon_tamki

[C.O.N.Q.U.E.R.O.R 3,845]

First off, 33 feet amounts to 11 yards. We'd all be buried alive... Second, not very exciting, doesn't really have a hook. Lastly, very boring and generic ending.

[BlueDragon_tamki 3,204]

First off, 33 feet amounts to 11 yards. We'd all be buried alive... Second, not very exciting, doesn't really have a hook. Lastly, very boring and generic ending.

yeah ik that

It's probably the worst

Starting off stories isn't always my speciality

Edited December 27, 2017 by BlueDragon_tamki

[fury987 604]

Hay I vbet I will loose

[kaisdf 3,320]

yeah ik that

It's probably the worst

Starting off stories isn't always my speciality

33 feet is roughly 6 times the height of an adult male. And roughly 3-4 storeys, so most houses would be buried alive.

 

You would probably be better off changing it to 4-5 feet...

[GrandExecutioner 1,403]

 

It was the 24^th of December and only 2 days before Christmas Day,

 

:huh:

[BlueDragon_tamki 3,204]

33 feet is roughly 6 times the height of an adult male. And roughly 3-4 storeys, so most houses would be buried alive.

 

You would probably be better off changing it to 4-5 feet...

oh

Kk I'll do that

:huh:

RIP

I was too tired at that time :lol:

[N0iSE 222]

here's my entry (word count 810)

 

hope you like it!

 

 

 

Fool’s Paradise
1.The Dance

 

The boy wakes up —
“How will I do today…” he asks himself. He remembers his dream, caresses it gently and smiles: “You were so lovely last night, why don’t you stay a little longer?” Then he lets the dream butterfly into the day out of his open hands. The dream flutters in his room for a while and then spots the window slightly cracked open: It immediately flies out of it and disappears. The boy jumps up and rushes into the streets, asking everyone: “Did you maybe see my dream fly by?”

The dream flies over houses, passes through parks and crosses the city full of wishes. The wishes are all yelling and honking in high traffic. Sometimes you can hear one apologizing through a speaker: “We’re sorry for the inconvenience…” But the dream doesn’t get distracted by them. The dream has set a goal and will only play by its own rules: The boy has to try just a little bit harder.
 

The boy scours the whole city but cannot find his dream. “Maybe the dream has to discover things for itself and I just have to trust everything will be alright.” he reassures himself. He sits down near a road sign and waits. The boy amuses himself watching all the traffic passing by, but soon the boy starts to feel lonely: “I can see them, but they don’t see me. And they never will… I wish my dream would come and keep me company.” And right then a sound emerges above the traffic noise. The boy leans forward and discovers it is a voice whispering. Enchanted by its beauty, he wants to know where it comes from.

Across the street is a stately house with flowers growing everywhere. The boy wonders why he didn’t notice it before: “Maybe the house was standing there too silently… It is hardly recognizable as a house anyway with all the flowers covering it.” But now there is clearly a voice coming from the inside. He approaches the house and holds its breath, not wanting to break the spell of the moment. The voice speaks softly and sounds as if it is almost singing: I am only here because I like you. I actually wanted to save this bit for later. I am sorry that I already revealed my little secret: I like you.

 

The words move the boy: “The voice is referring to me. It is calling me.” He tries to find a door, so he can be even more closer. But as soon as he touches the flowers, the world shifts and a cloud of smelling flower petals starts to swirl around him. The voice starts to reach out even more to the boy with its song full of sweet messages. For a moment the boy thinks he will get lost in all the colors, so he closes his eyes and starts to sing along:  “Me too! Please, me too!”  The boy starts to laugh and joyfully dances around in circles as fast as he can until he falls down to the ground. And everything goes silent—

 

 

When the boy opens his eyes again, the flowery fog is gone. Everything has vanished around him, as if it never existed. Only a muted emptiness is surrounding him now. His sweet voice is gone and only an echo of the song they sang together is within the boys heart:

 

My dearest, Since we’ve shared things, I will wake up with a smile. And you are in B, thinking nice about me. I really love to see you and the world is a funny place with its weird wishes. Maybe it will take a bit of time; alone, without a touch, a boy or girl or anyway: I would like to love. Sometimes with an arm, a little kiss or with some hugging wrapped around it; then silently or just smiling at your foolish attempts to remain intact. It’s all the same. And I like you. Trains are sometimes raging over borders on their shiny metal horizons and cars run around on their hot roads to who knows where: I prefer to wander around and get a feel for our private place. We will meet there and then we’ll tease each other with our voices and looks. Love, your pie in the sky.

The boy feels tired and lays down. He dreams of a majestic ballroom full of chattering wishes and flowery perfumes. So the dream makes a plan: Tomorrow it will change itself into a mansion overgrown with flowers. The boy will then dance at the door and poison himself by the thorns that are always hidden under all the colors: Not too close, just not too close. The sweet honey will save him, intoxicate him and will make him forget.

 

The next morning the boy wakes up —

Edited December 30, 2017 by N0iSE

[GrandExecutioner 1,403]

Does the word count include the title?

[kaisdf 3,320]

Does the word count include the title?

Probably not, but if your title is long enough to make a difference, you need to shorten your title :P

[GrandExecutioner 1,403]

Probably not, but if your title is long enough to make a difference, you need to shorten your title :P

Well seeing as I'm 1 word below the limit...

[kaisdf 3,320]

Well seeing as I'm 1 word below the limit...

699 words? Then you should probably add more stuff anyway.

[GrandExecutioner 1,403]

699 words? Then you should probably add more stuff anyway.

Sorry I should clarify. I'm 1 word below the maximum limit. So 899 words excluding title. If the word count includes the title I'm over.