Hi there Ppl, I'm am gonna have a story competition... The closing date will be on the 14th of June!
RULES •no rp •story cannot be any longer than 2pages •if u have any questions wall me, plz don't ask here... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PRIZES 1st place- a teddy bear gift, wall art and a chocolate heart box gift... 2nd place- a rose gift and wall art... 3rd place- wall art and a fish gift...
If u wish to enter those storys (blood lust and love and lost ) Plz try and post them here, if the story is too long u can just post an extract Thnx
I sat in a tall tree, jumping at every noise I heard. The snap of a twig, the hoot of an owl. The sound of my heart thumping against my chest would surely attract some animals, but all was quiet. Too quiet... What would scare everything away? What would cause all living things, even mutants and bloodlusts, to conceal themselves? I looked around, but saw only darkness surrounding me. Something else was here. Something dangerous. Something that will make my death inevitable... A loud rustle nearly made me fall out of the tree. I regained my balance and stared into the dark where the sound came from, hoping to catch a glimpse of something, anything that would show me what was happening. I couldn't see a thing. I was just about to stop and try to get some rest, when I saw a pair of glowing red eyes peering at me through the gloom. "oh, not another one..." I groaned to myself. But these eyes seemed different to your standard mutant eyes. Instead of bloodthirsty and menacing they seemed... Curious. Questioning. Inquisitive. The eyes vanished with a slithering sound before I could even reach for my crossbow. The other animals came back almost immediately. Howls, growls, squawks and hisses filled the air. I wasn't safe in this tree. But I was even more unsafe on the ground. I would normally just freeze to stop myself from being noticed, but it was too late for that. Countless pairs of red eyes were watching my every move. They were watching, waiting. Wondering if another creature would attack first. A wolf mutant leaped at me, trying to climb the tree. I shot it down easily with my crossbow. Big mistake. All the creatures started to advance towards me. Some trying to climb the tree, others waiting, expecting me to fall. I considered leaping to another tree, when I looked up and saw the amount of eyes watching me from the branches. It was as many pairs as there were below me, if not more. I was trapped. Upwards seemed to be my best option. I started to climb, shooting any creatures that got too close. I climbed higher and higher when- SNAP. I fell, scratching myself on leaves and branches as I went down. I tried to grab onto leaves and branches to stop myself from falling, but they only slowed me down. I landed hard on the ground. I stood up and checked for wounds. My foot hurt alot. It was probably broken somewhere, but I just managed to stand. Blood flowed out of a deep gash on my arm. I would have tried to stop the blood coming out with moss or something similar, but there was no time. I stood up properly and looked at my foes. I was surrounded on all sides, with no means of escape. Even the trees were full of them. I was going to die... Or so I thought. I started to shoot , but I knew I wouldn't be able to kill them all. I was running out of crossbow bolts. I knew that I would get attacked as soon as I was weaponless and vulnerable. I tried to shoot a path out of the mutants, but every time I shot one down a new one appeared. I kept shooting, determined to go down fighting. What would happen when I stopped? I hoped to have a quick and relatively painless death, but I was more likely to be ripped apart. The thought of it made me queasy, so I stopped shooting for a few seconds to throw up in a bush. I would have been killed then if not for the strange figure that leaped in between me and the mutants. The stranger came crashing through the trees, wielding a very sharp looking sword. He also had quite a few knifes in his belt. I stood up and tried to get a better look at the figure. He handled the sword with ease, slicing and stabbing the creatures. I thought I didn't know him, until I saw the mop of dirty blond hair on his head that I definitely recognized. "LUCAS!?" I shouted above the noise of killing. Why was he here? How did he find me? Are the others here? A million questions went through my head. "STEPHANIE! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN ALL NIGHT!? WE'VE BEEN WORRIED SICK!" He replied. I decided now wouldn't be the best time to answer him. I kept shooting the animals until I ran out of ammunition, and after that I borrowed one of Lucas' daggers. Many of the animals had run away, so our job was alot easier. Once we had killed the mutants, we sat down to clean our blades and tell each other what had happened. I told Lucas how I had gone hunting, not realized the time and had gotten lost on the way back. Direction had never been my strong point. He told me what had happened to him. "well after you left, Abigail took us to your parents house. She said something about there being more room for everyone. At least you won't have to sleep next to Arthur anymore." He said that with a slight smirk. Why would abigail take everyone to our parents house? Surely it would have been painful for her too. Oh well, I suppose I would have to get used to it. At least we would all be together now. "we waited there for ages, wondering where you were. We agreed to just wait for you to come back, but I sneaked out anyway." "it's lucky you did. I would be dead by now otherwise. How on earth did you find me?" "I didn't. It was just pure luck." "did anybody notice that you left?" "I don't think so, but we should be getting back before they do." We stood up, and I immediately sat back down again. I had completely forgotten about my arm, and my foot had gotten worse. Before I could say a word, Lucas cleaned my arm and bandaged it. "thanks." I said. "no problem. Can you walk?" He asked while putting his water and extra bandages back in his bag. "I'm not sure..." I got up and tried walking, but I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming in pain. He took one look at my face, picked me up and started walking back. I was slightly stunned at the gesture, and didn't really have anything to say. "I... Umm..." "it's fine. You don't have to say anything." he said, not looking at me. He seemed to be thinking hard, trying to remember the way he came. After about half an hour of walking, we got to my parents house. He gently put me down. "Thank you..." "it's ok. I would do anything for you." I looked up at him. "really?" I asked, the sarcasm barely audible. "really." he said, and he leaned down and kissed me. I kissed back, not wanting this moment to end. Why was I enjoying this so much? Surely I couldn't love him. Before we could pull away, the door opened. "Umm... Is this a bad time?" asked Arthur.
Cara's POV When we arrived at the hell, I was accompanied by guards until I got inside the doors. They took off my cuffs and let me change into some more comfy clothes. I went to the lounge. I looked around. All kids, younger and older were there. Some were 17, others 12, 13. They all committed crimes, I thought. Wow. People came up to me and introduced themselves. I met Cammy, Zara, Robert, Kate, Hayley, and Marty. I hung with them, since they were in their own group. They talked about what they did to get in this hell, as they called it, like me. Kate, 16, and Hayley, 15, both stabbed their neighbor to death and their siblings. Zara, 13, tried to rob a gas station and shot one of the workers. Rob, 16, killed his best friend by shoving his head into the wall too many times. Marty, 12, drowned a kid that bullied him. And Cammy, 17, was blamed for something she didn't do: shoot her best friend in the chest. Didn't kill her friend but she was still there. "So what's your story?" Zara asked me. "I shot my parents and brother. They're dead now." "Did you really? And this is what you got? Man, you are lucky!" Marty exclaimed. "Hey, I got the drinks! Who's the newbie?" I heard from behind. I turned around to see the most handsome face I have ever seen. "I'm Cara. I shot my parents and my brother. They're dead now." "Nice name, Cara. I'm Josh, and I killed my parents and my sister." he told my slyly. And that was the start of something new and wrong and right. Josh's POV "Hey, Josh, can you get us sodas?" Zara asked me. Zara was the leader. "Yeah, sure," I replied. I was the butler of my group. Kate and Hayley were the lazy ones and the twin like ones. Cammy is the bodyguard. And Marty is dating Zara. So he's the the co-leader. And Rob, he's the laid back one. And my best friend. I walked to the cafeteria. I grabbed all the drinks that everyone likes and I had a slight feeling to get another so I did. I asked for a tray to carry all the sodas. I walked back to the lounge. Then I saw her. She had gorgeous black hair that came to her shoulders. I came up behind her. "Hey, I got the drinks! Who's the newbie?" She turned around and I saw her beautiful many different colored eyes that were gray, brown, blue, green, and a bit of red hidden near the middle of the eye. They sparkled as she said, "I'm Cara. I shot my parents and my brother." "Nice name, Cara. I'm Josh and I killed my parents and my sister," I said slyly, thought I was nervous and looking at her made me realise she would hang with us for the rest of the time she would be here. Nothing would be the same.
Mine's too long to post so here's an excerpt and there's a bit of language sorry . She looks at me pityingly. I can feel an indifferent scowl creep up on my face. She put a hand on my shoulder. I spit in disgust, "Get your hands off me cretin." she looks at me with understanding. I want to rip her head off. "Let. Me. Go." I say slowly, as if she couldn't understand my words. She sighs sadly. "This is why they always choose me to initiate them." she raises her gloved hand, middle finger pointed. I watch her brow furrow, and start laughing. She's trying to use her "power", I suppose. I hear my cruel laughter bounce around the room. It becomes louder and louder and faster than an echo should be. It seems as if a tornado of cruel laughter is disorienting me, and the laughter seems to find a powerful pattern, pounding into my eardrums. I feel something liquid and coppery reach my lips. I taste the salt of my blood. My nose is bleeding. It screams in plain English. "STOP." It feels as if the tornado of violent sounds has been going on for hours, yet my logical mind tells me it's only been a few seconds. I stop instantly. I'm quiet because I'm afraid. My nose is gushing. I can feel the blood soak through my t-shirt. The world won't stop spinning...everything is black. I'm floating...everything is blessedly quiet. I can't even hear my heart. Then, suddenly, asif an airhorn has been blasted in my ear, "Yo, vato, you almost fuckin' died. That's funny shit man!" I can feel my eyes open groggily. Felix Rodgers is staring down at me. Fuck my life. He's grinning at me. "We know you're one of us now, cause you would've died if ya were normal. You probably didn't let Viv finish, nope. She usually doesn't do the Mr. Nosebleed the first time." I think I've gone mute. I open my mouth to say something. "Dude, her power is awesome. I never paid attention when she explained it but fuck man, she almost killed you!" he threw his head back and laughed. "Fuck you." I gasp out. Huh. I'm not mute after all. He laughs again. "Yo dude, welcome to Base Three."
Special sneak peek at a story I will be starting soon!!!!!! I slowly sneaked through the back door, so my mom couldn't see my bleeding face. I had cuts all over and she wouldn't believe another fake injury. Even I'm not that clumsy. I sneaked passed her with ease. I Peeked through the door to my parents bedroom to see if anyone was there. Someone was. My dad was there, but it's not like he would notice. He had the beer again. My dad drinks whenever he has a bad day at work...which is almost every other day. He's not my real dad. My dad died when I was two. My mom remarried four years later, and appearently after ten years, you're stepdad suddenly becomes you're real dad. (or so my mom thinks). I'm not you're typical teenager. I don't have tons of friends, and I don't get invited to many parties. I don't play football, or any sports for that matter. I'm what someone would call goth. Sure I like the dark colors, and depressing music, but that doesn't mean I'm not a human being. I apparently don't even have a name anymore. At school they just call me "goth kid." Is it really that hard to say my name? Flustered, I went into my room. I dug through my closet, and found what I was looking for. My father's pistol. There was one bullet, and I had been saving it up. How easy it would be to just pull the trigor and end it now. The only thing jeeping me here is Anna. She's the most gorgeous girl in the world. Of course, I need a way to get rid of Brett. I have a plan, but it's not going to be easy. {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{} it's just a first draft but I like it a lot! Look for it in the forums coming soon!