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There is a man who sits alone at a bridge every Sunday for the past twenty years. He looks out toward the river that flows to open waters ahead. I always wonder what he's thinking while he sits there for hours. People talk about how kind he seems.; he always has a small smile on his face though he never smiles at anything paricular.
One day, a woman comes to sit down with him. After a while she departs,as does his smirk. I'd never seen her before then and I never see her again. I ask others if they had seen this woman, but nobody had.
Not long after that, the man stops showing up. I ask if anyone knows what happened to him, to which the response is again no.
A couple of weeks go by and I learn that the man had commited suicide. I go sit at the bridge and wonder what that woman had said. Then I see something sticking out of a bush, just slightly. It has a trinket on it, so it catches my eye. (Cont)
I pick it up to see that it's a diary with a ring and a picture of the woman I had seen on the cover. I can't help but look inside and read it.
Inside, it tells the tale of the man who killed himself, and the wife that he had murdered 20 years earlier. He wrote down the passion he had while he murdered her. He explained how he loved her so much at that moment, that nothing could compare to the beauty of her terrified for her life. He would sit there every Sunday and think about her perfection in that fragfile moment. It was the single moment that made him sure that life could never never know beauty until it's last breath.
It went on and on until the date that I had seen that woman, his wife. He said simply, "My life was ruined the moment I saw her. My last memory of her is imperfect. I cannot kill her again., so I cannot relive her truest beauty the way I had meant to."
(Cont)
As it was 4am when I wrote this, I failed to mention one of the most important parts of the story, which was that the man had thrown his wife into that river. That was why he had sat there every Sunday since he murdered his wife. That was the most interesting part for me. Dammit.
I sat there stunned for a while before realizing I need to do something about this diary. I had decided to bury the past with them. I tied the diary to a rock and threw it into the water, finally ending their story.
Okay, this is a humor and horror story... I dunno, it'll be random, I'm not good with coming up with stories right out of my head... WARNING: May be loooong and I might have to make parts due to its length. Lotsa swear or curse words that I do not normally use.
There were a group of kids, who live in the same building: the leader: Shiroku, the artistic fujoshi: Emiko (you'll find out what it is later), the girly girl: Aiyumi, and the funny geek: Noku.
Noku decided to buy some used video game for a cheap price. Suspicious about this game, Shiroku, his best bro, told him not to get it, for it could be in horrible condition. Without any sense in his stupid little head, Noku bought it! He wanted it BADLY!
A couple days later, the game, laying on the ground, arrived in the mail. "That came... unusually quick", Noku said as he reached down to pick up his package on the porch. He decided to inform his friend about it being delivered and ask if he could come over. Because she has been waiting to get a copy of this game for Christmas, Emiko, who heard about the news, decided to barge into the room, too. She wanted to see ALL of the yaoi scenes of the game. Then there was Aiyumi, the girl whom Noku liked... A LOT. He really wanted to impress her with his gaming skills, so he called her. She was not convinced to come until Noku said, "Shiroku and Emiko are joining, too. You should totally come!"
Aiyumi stuttered, "Shi-Shiroku's there, too?!"
"Yeah, and Emiko", Noku replied, trying to avoid talking about other guys.
"Emiko, huh? OMG! That bitch, trying to take him away from me. Y'know what? I'm comin' over just to see Shiroku! ...And seperate them from making contact..."
"Uh... Okay, see ya..." Noku said disappointed, putting down the phone.
After the group formed in Noku's room, Noku said proudly yet awkwardly, "Here is my game! Yeah... I'm gonna play it now."
He opened the box without caution. POP! The disc came flying out! Emiko yelled, "I gots it!", as she grabbed the disc. Frozen and confused, she examined something unusual written on it:
0D 70N Y4LР• 51H7 3M4G 51 D35RUC• Σ(\õдõ)/
She stood there for a bit, shocked. "What's the hold up, Emiko?" Without warning, someone quickly snatched the disc from her. She snapped out of her daze and noticed it was Shiroku, who took the round object from her. He handed it to Noku, as she kept staring... and staring... and staring... Aiyumi glared at Emiko, thinking differently, and said sternly as she flipped her hair, "What the hell are you looking at, gay-loving slut?! You aready know that Shiroku's mine."
Emiko replied nervously, "I... I wasn't looking at him... I just saw something... weird. That's all. And just because I masturbate to yaoi doesn't mean I'm a slut!"
"Psh! ...Like OMG, whatever."
Noku put the disc into his PS3. After a couple minutes, it still hasn't loaded. He raised his voice a little and said frustratingly, "Shit. It's not even working..." The screen froze and flashed so many different colors and pictures. There were so many R-18 yaoi pics, too, that it made Emiko nosebleed and fangirl. It suddenly turned black.
"Wha-- What the fuck happened to this piece of crap, anyway?!" Shiroku yelled as he poked at the screen.
It suddenly flashed a neon green light and pushed the kids back.
To be continued...
It's horrible and not scary so far... I dunno what's with me and hacked/cursed video games... Meh.
Time for Part 2. Oh BTW: Merry X-mas Eve! It's 6 in the morning at this moment and I just woke up, so whatever junk I type up now might be weird. Oh! Also, I doodled a pic of them on my profile! Also, I just realized how much my story sounds a bit like Homestuck... Dang.
When the light shined on them, the kids were pushed all the way to the back wall. Oh no! It was too strong! They all felt shocks of pain and fainted. Everything fell dark.
Shiroku and Noku woke up, finding themselves in a dark room with only a candle to see. Shiroku muttered, "This is all your fault, idiot", as he held up the candle to Noku's face
Noku sniffled and started crying, "Uwaaaaah... I know! And now were going to be trapped here until we die!"
Because his crying was so loud, Emiko awakened, but she was not noticed by the boys. She watched them, looking at the light of the candle. Feeling a bit... bad, Shiroku slowly shoosh-papped Noku. Emiko whispered to herself, "Ahehaheha... Yaoi fluff..." She grabbed the still asleep Aiyumi's phone, took a photo, sent it to her own phone, and deleted it on Aiyumi's phone. "Hehehe... Blackmail. Now, time to wake up Aiyumi!" said a cheerful Emiko. Noku looked up a bit to slightly see Emiko and stuttered, while blushing, "Uh... W-we know what you j-just did and said about this 'yaoi', Emi... I'm not homo. Anyway... We can read that text box", pointing upwards. Emiko, who was flustered, gave out a little 'fuck' after hearing about and seeing the box.
"Emi, can you please wake up Aiyumi?" Shiroku asked politely... That's a bit unusual, knowing that he's pissed off.
Emiko replied, as she approached Aiyumi, "Uh... sure! Okay!" She tapped Aiyumi's shoulder continuously and said, "He~y! Wake up, little (*cough cough* bitchy *cough*) princess~"
Emiko heard a moan from Aiyumi, who later said, "Stop it... I need my beauty sleep...!"
Emiko got pissed and annoyed, so she grabbed her pencil, which she always carries with her along with her notebook, and shoved it into Aiyumi's cheek (Face cheek, obviously. Don't be a perv! ...Actually, I'm being a perv, so...). "WHY WON'T YOU WAKE THE FUCK UP?!", Emiko roared, as she started slapping the sleeping girl.
"OW! Grrrrrrr... I'm trying to, like, sleep! And, OMG, what did I ever do t-- Where are we?" Aiyumi just yelled...
To be continued... I dunno who long this would take...
Self written?
I'll give it a go,
Richard was residing on the periphery of a half created dream when something brought him reeling back to the reality of his blackened room, as confused shards of a dream still wearly clung to him a small thump sounded out from the space behind his door, obscured by a curtain of darkness, he could make out no movement, nor hear any further disturbances.
Rolling back to his side he instantly began to feel himself falling, sinking, further and further into the soft void of sleep, his right shoulder seeming to sink into the bed,
A sound rung out once more,louder this time, a heavy force striking wood, with a tight coil in the pit of his stomach Richard swung to face what was a now open door. Frozen in place he watched, his breathing muted and his hands gripping the bed with enough force to hurt he just watched, eyes scanning every inch of darkness protruding from the hall beyond the door
A face emerged slowly from the dark, nothing but pale skin hung on aging bones, a chalk face surrounded by an ocean of Indian ink.
I'm tired now as you can probably tell by that trailing off, I have no idea how to finish it but hey, I'm not a writer,
Who says stories need an end?
"Mommy, why does my tummy hurt?" asked Timmy
Not wanting to hurt her son's feelings by telling him that she poisoned his food, Margaret said: "Because you are adopted, Timmy."
Timmy's glasses started to fog up while he turned away from his mother and quietly said in a serious tone: "Well... I guess i'm just gonna have to find a job now."
It wasn't long until the 11 year old discovered how hard life really is.
Unable to provide for himself, Timmy had a life altering decision to make... So he did what any normal 11 year old with food poisoning would do... He died.
His soul was restless - so he could not go to heaven or hell.. instead he was stuck in heavell.. and he spent the rest of his days as a ghost; masturbating and watching reruns of whose line is it anyway.
The End
Kingofcarrotflowers wins First Prize!
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Pika-girl wins Third Prize!
The rest win runners up prizes which are...*hugs*
Thanks for the entries! Anymore stories guys, take your time...write something good. Not that these weren't good so far. Maybe not quite what I had in mind though.
Okay, I'll start first:
There were 3 friends that went on a trip. They were camping, you see. While camping, everything was going pretty good until Noah, the geek of the group started acting very strangely. He'd often stare into nothing and verbally lash out at his friends. One night, Noah was found walking around the woods wearing nothing by his friend, Jeremy. When Jeremy asked him what he was doing and why, the only thing Noah said was "I hear them, Jeremy. They're calling me." Concerned, Jeremy told Gabrielle, their friend.
The Following night, Jeremy and Gabrielle confronted Noah. He had no light in his eyes yet he was still very alive. His skin had gone completely pale and there was blood dripping from his mouth. Behind him, there was a rabbit carcass. Horrified and heartbroken at the innocent animal's death, Gebrielle started to weep. Jeremy asked Noah why he was acting so oddly only for Noah to go completely out of his mind and charge at Jeremy, like a feral animal. Gabrielle watched still horrified as Noah bit and tore at Jeremy's body. Jeremy cried in pain as he tried knocking Noah off of him. But Noah, being the strongest of the three, easily killed Jeremy. Digging his teeth into Jeremy's neck, Noah proceeded to eat Jeremy's vocal cords. After he had devoured his friend's voice box, he let out a howl and ran at Gabrielle with the intention of killing her as well. She ran as fast as she could only for Noah to catch up and tackle her to the ground. Noah began to bite and punch her relentlessly. When she had been clobbered to death, Noah then howled once again and ran off into the woods never to be seen again