Creative Writing Contest -- (Vote now!)

Which submission is your favorite?

Submission #1	16.7%	[ 1 ]
Submission #2	0.0%	[ 0 ]
Submission #3	50.0%	[ 3 ]
Submission #4	16.7%	[ 1 ]
Submission #5	16.7%	[ 1 ]
Total Votes:			[ 6 ]

This poll closed on March 6, 2012.
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[assassinine]

I am also interested in this and will post an entry soon. Already in the process of writing it.

[CoffeCat24]

I like this prompt. I'll definitely try to conjure something up. 4laugh

[Vatilla]

I'll attempt an entry, it might be a week or so, though, lots of school stuff happening!

[Ali Wytch]

Awesome. I'm glad to see people are interested. If need be, depending on the number of people that wind up sending submissions, the submission date can be expanded a little.

[Ali Wytch]

The submission date is drawing nearer folks...you've got 17 days left to submit an entry.

[Ali Wytch]

The Finding of my Creator


“Number 3695, please come to the Main Building,” I heard over the Instructional Voice. With a sigh, I stood from my Area of Work and headed down the short hall to the Transport Shaft. I pressed the button to summon the Shaft, and, upon arrival, I stepped in, watching as the doors slid closed.

“Evening,” said a dark voice. I jumped, and turned, my snakes hissing.

“Who are you?” I demanded.

“Oh calm your cobras, my darling,” the voice said, and a loud noise appeared. I gasped as I saw the Emergency Required button had been pressed.

“Who are you?” I shrieked, knotting my hands, slime oozing from them in fear. The creature laughed.

“Well, I am number 2695. I am the one who created you,” the darkness said. I gasped and pressed myself as close to the entrance of the Shaft as I could.

“Impossible,” I whispered.

“Please, darling, your Procreate must have told you something about me,” it said with distaste licking each word.

“My... My Procreate, yes, she said that my Creator was gone, never for my eyes to see,” I whispered hoarsely, my eyes staying on the corner where the voice was coming from.

“Well Number 3695, I am in fact your Creator, and before I kill you, I shall tell my story, along with your own, in a manner of speaking. You see, young Number 3695, I am the Creator of over one hundred different Creations. Your Procreator was aware of this all too late, of course. Your siblings are all over the place, and will all be picked off soon. You, Number 3695, are my oldest Creation. My, it has been, what, three hundred years, hasn’t it? I have been rotting away in that ghastly Locked Chamber for about forty-six years, and, angered at my last Partner in Creation, I will now ensue my journey to destroy all of my Creations,” it explained. My head was spinning, the snakes on my head hissing insanely. How could any of this possibly be real?!

“But... But Procreator said that you no longer existed! It has been three hundred years since I was Created, how can you have stayed away that long?! Why, for a different Procreator’s mistake, must all of your Creations suffer?! Please, Creator, allow me and my fellow Creations to live,” I pleaded, terrified. He laughed.

“Why, dearest 3695, are you in the building of Goners when you should be in Argumentive Justice?” he asked with a laugh.

“Perhaps if you allow me to explain-” I began.

“No time,” he said with a wave of a barely visible black hand. I felt a tremor rock through my body. How can I stall him? I thought to myself.

“But you see, Creator, it is quite an interesting story,” I pressed, my mouth and throat dry as the Sesalisk desert. He seemed to ponder the idea.

“Although you have caught my interest, dear Creation, I am also uninterested in such a tale. If you want to catch my interest, ask about my other Creations,” he said, a strange tone in his voice. I trembled and tried to go deeper into the corner I was in.

“What are your other Creations like?” I choked out in a desperate whisper. I felt a breeze of stagnant air, and felt the pulse of three hearts now beside me. My hearts were hammering.

“They are like you, Number 3695. They are on my personal death row,” he said, and I saw a smile of brilliant white fangs. My stomach knotted in a thousand different ways, and a blood curdling scream came from my lips.

I thrashed as I felt something sharp puncture my chest, and my air was gone, my breathing ragged, my eyes wide. The snakes on my head hissed in fury, and my sword nails raked at my Creator. I felt myself being ripped open.

The darkness surrounded me, and I tried desperately to claw my way out.

Deeper, deeper, deeper I went into the swallowing dark.

“You were the first, Number 3965,” I heard something say in a far away land. A land of pain and agony. “First born and first dead... Just the first...”

The blackness enveloped me.


*Submission by : Vatilla*

[Ali Wytch]

10 days

[Ali Wytch]

Because I screwed up, you have 5 days left to enter submissions.

[Yutora]

I will try to come up with something.

[Ali Wytch]

Prepared To Die

3,695. That was her number. That would claim her death. It was haunting her, taunting her. Counting down slowly, yet quickly. "3,689!" A voice called, she held her breath, as she watched as yet another person entered the room. She could hear the screams echoing in the silent room, as she scanned the room she spotted a young girl, wrapped tightly in her mother's arms as they cried. A couple, holding hands tightly, as the girl rested her head upon the male's shoulder. A young male, staring at her, sadly. An elderly man, his watchdog sitting beside him, growling at anyone within a two foot distance. And here was she. Alone.

"3,690!" The same voice called, she jumped visibly in her chair, looking at the metal cuffs that held her hands together. She pulled them as far as they could go and whimpered, blinking back tears in her eyes. She had to be strong, she had to do this, it was her or her mother. "3,691!" The voice called yet again, she watched in horror as the little girl in her mother's arms started crying. The man look
frustrated as he pried the girl from her mother's arms as they both cried violently. "MOMMY!" The girl screamed as she was thrown in the room. Her screams were not ignored.

Everyone in the room seemed to have started crying for the little girl, so young, new, how could a mother do this? Over-population had caused the Emperor to decide on one family member being murdered each year to prevent shortness of much needed items, food, shelter, jobs, ect. Everyone seemed to glare daggers at the mother, who wiped her tears and left the room, seemingly better. "3,692!" She could still hear the young child's screams for mercy. She could only watch as the poor couple split up, the girl broke down as the male left into the room, no screams were heard, but soon, the next number was called. "3,693!" She wanted to help as the elderly man and his dog walked to the room, yelps and screams were heard.

"3,693!" Her heart beat sped up, she could feel herself shaking. Everyone number was a second closer to her death. Her end. Her fate. The girl stood up and walked to the room, tears still streaming down her face. She would soon join her boyfriend. There was a bit of a struggle as the girl was pushed inside but there was nothing anyone could do to help. "3,694!" The male who was still staring at her, stood up. But he didn't walk to the door, he walked to her. "Don't give up," he whispered harshly, leaning in and kissing her forehead. It took her a minute to register what just happened.

But that minute was long enough, he was already gone. He. The only person in the world she could fully trust. More then her mother. Her best friend. Her love. Her life. "3,695!" It was her turn. She stood up, taking small steps to the door and was roughly pushed inside. "Any last words?" A man's voice whispered down on her, she could smell his breath. Disgusting. She narrowed her eyes at him. "You could be next," she stated, and he looked shocked. "The emperor can easily replace you. You could be next. That's what happens, you mess up once. Poof. You're gone. Have fun in hell." She finished, and the man looked furious.

"How dare you talk to me like that!" He shouted and slapped her. She closed her eyes tightly and allowed the blow to hit her, without reaction. He laughed at her attempt to stay strong. With her eyes still closed, she could feel a blade trace down her arm. Blood trailed in it's wake. She clenched her eyes tighter. The man chuckled yet again, "Be prepared to die, b***h." He said and with that, the blade slashed across her neck. And she was gone.

*Written By: C A R A J*

[Ali Wytch]

You have three days left to submit a story.

[X_Hakiro_X]

Erm.... I might give it a go. :]

[Ali Wytch]

Okay..well the due date for submissions is in two days.

[alyssofheart]

I just found this. *runs to go write something*

[Schizophrenic Nightmares]

Returning to Gaia for the first time in a year, finding this contest, seeing the date, and deciding to come up with something in a lil' over 24 hours? Yes please!! blaugh