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I want to enter!

I may have a crack at this tomorrow. I have homework tonight though.

A small preview of my story:

Most people don't know me. Well, they know me, but they don't know me. Aw, forget it, how about this, I have no life.

Last edited by soupoftomato (2010-03-16 16:17:19)

Everything is acting strange... I have a fuzzy recollection of how it started... All I can remember now is hiding in a bus while playing video games and hearing:
"IT ATE ADRESMH!!!"
   It was the giant plant that changed my life forever. Nothing would ever be the same, now that the menacing giant man-eating death trap is around. Not many people are left, only the ones who do not enjoy stepping on grass... At least the grass is healthy?
   We've tried everything to stop it... Nothing worked. When we were on the verge of killing it, it disappeared and popped up in another patch of grass... I think I remember what we tried once. Everybody got massive tubs of super glue to squirt on it and stick it to the ground. But when we got to the patch of grass it was in, nothing was left.
   We're not sure what to do next, since killing all of the grass in the world is not an option. We have no idea how it just appears randomly in grass patches, eating innocent bystanders. We have no idea how to stop it... That giant venus flytrap like plant with a round, red head covered in white spots... WIth a long, green stem...
   We may not know how to stop it, but somebody has suggested jumping on it's head while wearing a red cap. Who knows, it could work? But who will be the one to try... Not it!
In the end, the one who volunteered was a waffle. We don't know how it works, but the volunteer was a waffle. It put on the round, red cap. It stepped back slowly, preparing for what would happen next. It ran, as fast as it could! But it had no legs, so that was pretty slow. However, it jumped extremely high, at least ten feet. It was going to land on the plant thing's head! But would that stop it...

NOTTO BE CONTINUED

Sure, it's not 500 words but I just randomly typed it.

Last edited by juststickman (2010-03-16 16:46:05)

one day their was a very,very,very,very,very,very,very big fat guy named rick'vanweasle. he was a spoiled old man who ate EVERYTHING he seen. one day he went for a walk and ate allllllllllllllllllllllll the houses down the road. by the time he was done he felt like he would throw up, so he went to a vacant lot and threw up a mansion. afterwards he died of diabetes, but the house held 1million ten thousand people! he now has a statue and a memoriel that weights about 1 million pounds and is 7 feet tall! it's as close to lifelike they could get, but they all lived happy cuz of the chubby guys appetite. THAN GOD THE END!!! im so happy not to write a sequal!!! 

I really want to enter this contest, but I'll need a few days to think up a story.

I'm joining!

Rightyo, my entry:

Large ebony boughs towered overhead, creating an archway that framed the morning sun as it filtered through the leaves. The dawn cast long shadows from the imposing trees, the silent sentinels of the forest. Encompassing branches added to their monumental stature, weaving a canopy of natural beauty above a small clearing. Their great roots provided shelter for the smaller, weaker creatures of the forest in their daily endeavors.

These smaller creatures were returning now. The dawn heralded their retreat into the shelter, as the small creatures slowly filed out of the area, making way for the larger creatures that stirred, emboldened by the sunrise. Slowly this daily cycle completed itself. A small fungi quietly observed this procession as a detached outsider, excluded from the natural happenings of the forest.

The mushroom had dwelled in the clearing for many years, in a small corner under the shadow of one of the trees. Mostly unobserved and unbothered, it got whatever nourishment it could from the dying plants of generations past, and denying association with the other wildlife. The arrangement served both parties well, and the fungi spent the larger part of its time observing the forests beauty whilst the creatures foraged for food and shelter.

Slowly it glanced around. The few remaining ants were scuttling to safety and blessed darkness with a speed that transcended their small frames and weak legs, dodging the earth shaking footsteps of the behemoth creatures that now moved overhead. Over the past few minutes, the amount of these passing through the clearing had risen exponentially. The clearing was around the center of the forest, and served as a natural crossroads for the travelling animals. The dealings of the wild took place here and in the surrounding areas, shielded from prying eyes by the trees' protective embrace. The mushroom viewed all this with stale disinterest.

Spontaneously, the light overhead flickered into shadow. As it swiftly returned, the mushroom strained to see the cause of its momentary blindness. As a Dragonfly fluttered down from the hole in the canopy, he understood.

The dragonfly dipped towards the surface of a small pool bottled within the clearing. Flecks of water clung to its wings as it glided over the surface, the light reflecting off of them in a scintillating display of beauty. Time stood still in awe of this breathtaking denouement of the forests beauty. A thousand lifetimes passed in the gentle rainbow shimmer from the dragonflys soaked body. Majestically rising from the serene pool, the dragonfly flew away. Gradually, time resumed its normal pace.

Reflecting on this event in comparison to the bleak mundane prospects of its chosen life in the untamed woods, the mushroom might have sighed. As it were, it could do little but sit and watch the forest return into it's normal mundane schedule. Slowly the sun rose higher, infuriating the fungi with its dazzling glare. The sun was the epitome of the forests erratic timetable. Despite the austere events that transpired beneath its omnipotence, it was always conistent in its actions and its timing. This constancy gave the rest of the forest a fulcrum, and the creatures planned everything they did around the orbs rotations. This coexistence seemed unimportant to the ignorant outsider, but was the founding principle of life within the forest.

A loud rustling shook the toadstool from its meditation. Through the underbrush across the clearing, a stout black nose appeared. It sniffed suspiciously, scanning for any malevolent presence. Apparently satisfied that there was no potential danger, the nose scampered into the light.

Following behind it was a large, menacing body, covered with coarse brown fur. Powerful legs ended in short, sharp claws. Large paws crushed vegetation beneath it as it lumbered forwards. It moved in a clumsy, docile manner, but it's brutish appearance was starkly contrasted by the glimmer of intelligence gleaming within its eyes. Even now, they were scanning the area for food and enemies.

The mushroom froze. Terrified by the beasts sudden appearance and unknown purpose, he visibly shrunk under its sweeping gaze. The beasts eyes suddenly narrowed, peering intently in the mushrooms direction. The mushroom nearly toppled. There were no other creatures close to it. Small vegetation grew around it, but nothing big enough for the beast to bite off the floor. Grasses would never satisfy such a colossal beast. It couldn't eat the tree behind the mushroom, could it?

The animal moved forward slowly. As it towered above, the mushroom reconciled itself for the worst. It understood its place, and its insignificance in comparison to the greater powers of the forest. However, this realization did nothing to assuage the terror it felt as it looked up at the giant.

A long tongue reached out towards the mushroom. Nothing moved. Cold sweat and dew mingled with the saliva of the beast as the tongue sampled the rubbery cap of the mushroom. Apparently dissatisfied with the taste or texture, the tongue withdrew. As the beast turned around and continued its hunt for morsels, the mushroom exhaled a sigh of relief. As small as it was, life still mattered.

The animal turned around again. Its ears pricked upwards, listening intently. The mushroom froze again, believing the beast to have changed its mind about the contents of its meal. However, as the creature stood alertly, the mushroom realised it was not at risk, and searched for the source of the beasts disturbance.

A quiet rustling could be heard coming from far outside the concealing underbrush. The intensity of the noise was increasing slowly, as the source of it grew closer and closer to the clearing. Echoes came from all sides. The creature stood, at a loss for what to do, or which way it should run.

Its musings were eternally stopped. An excruciating sound pierced the clearing, and the creature sank to the floor dead. Its power had been stripped from it by a small, thin piece of metal.

A symphony of satanic sounds ensued as the killers emerged into the clearing. They were more pale than the inhabitants of the forest, and communicated in a series of low rumbles. One of them held a long, hollow rod in its hand.

After a few quick orders from what appeared to be the leader, the creatures set to work. Two of them stripped the dead beasts dignity from it, along with its fur. With a titanic display of effort, they lifted the beast and moved out of the clearing.

The others moved towards the nearest tree. Unsheathing a sharp curved blade, they began hacking at the tree. Wielding the axes like extensions of their forearms, they swung at the tree, back and forth, until, shattered by their crippling blows, the tree toppled.

They moved on to the next one. As they knocked down the trees, the final sanctuary of the creatures within the forest, other demons of the same species carried the dead protectors out. A collective scream issued from the forest at the horrifying events, as they watched their guardians and companions slaughtered before them.

When the intruders were done harvesting, they set the clearing ablaze. As night fell, the hellish inferno consumed the forest. One by one, with any glimmers of hope for them erased, they submitted themselves to the roaring crescendo of flame and devastation. Death and destruction continued throughout the night as the humans left the broken forest to perish in the insatiable hunger of the fire.

When morning came, all that was left was a blank canvas, devoid of life, movement or purpose. However, the attentive eye which looked closer could see one tiny blotch of life remaining: A small, insignificant mushroom, covered in bear spit.

Ace-of-Spades wrote:

You don't have to post them in here, just post the link to a story topic it's in (if it's already made, for example; Half Human)

Yes, but I hadn't posted the story before. Should I put it in a separate thread so you can link to it from the OP?

If you want to enter, just say you want to enter.

Here's mine
Prolouge

SILENCE WAS FAST ASLEEP ON a rock, the sun shining down on her bright white coat. It was the perfect place for her: complete silence. She was asleep for a few hours until Smallheart came and found her. "Silence!" The brown tabby tom yelled, loud enough that a drop of blood escaped from Silence's right ear. "Me and your sister were looking all over for you!" A soil-brown she-cat ran up to Smallheart. "Note? Smallheart?" Silence mumbled. "What are you two doing here?" "We came to make sure you were OK," Note replied. "We couldn't find you for 2 days. We were afraid something bad happened to you."

To be continued.

Musicstar888 wrote:

That's good, but isn't it copying warriors?

Not all stories about cats are copying warriors...

(Incidentally, I think that the paragraph 08jackt posted is from a Warriors RP or an actual book.)