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 Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 4:01 pm
OCTOBER WRITING CONTEST!
This October, our guild is hosting a writing contest, in which everyone who is a member of our guild has the chance to join. Read everything, and if you still have questions, feel free to pm Kavvana who will then discuss it with our beloved May-chan *applauds* And then I shall get back to you. Right... Contents...
Where am I? (Contents)
First Post And Contents
Introduction
Rules
Judging
Definition of a Short Story
Final
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 4:03 pm
Introduction
The main point of this contest is to write an enjoyable, descriptive short story, that will thrill the audience. The objective is to scare, frighten, or creep-out the audience, while also keeping them entertained. Please do your best!
Where am I?
First Post And Contents
Introduction
Rules
Judging
Definition of a Short Story
Final
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 4:05 pm
Rules
Obviously there have to be some rules applied, otherwise things could get out of hand. There will be absolutely None of the following:
- Fanfictions
- Rewrites of your RP character's experiences
- Stealing other people's ideas
- Otaku speak ( Huh? My cellphone... Moshi moshi! What? Eeee!? He did what? Yatta!!! I'm so excited for you!!!)
- Chat speak (hi how r u? lyke homgz death note rox!)
- Star Writing (*slam* The door shut loudly behind him.)
Be original with your work. Don't create "all too similar characters" that reflect on either your RP character, or copyrighted characters in the media. Use correct spelling and the correct word. For instance, "She said she'd meet us hear." Points would be taken off from this, because 'hear' is incorrectly used. The word obviously should have been 'here'. Using a dictionary is nothing to be ashamed about. Ross-sama does it all the time.
The exception to spelling and grammar would be if your character spoke in an accent, such as Harold. "Wahz zat!?" Is allowed, as long as it's part of who the character is.
Watch out for repetitiveness as well. Sometimes repetitiveness is a tool used to strengthen writing. However, if you overdo it... It can break apart your writing. So be wary of that.
Remember the tools of writing, and above all, have fun. This contest is NOT about winning, but improving yourself as a writer, and having fun with it.
Now for some important questions...
'Can I curse?' Yes, because cursing helps describe what kind of person your characters are.
'Can I have sex scenes?' In a scary and/or creepy short story? ...I don't mind reading them, but for the sake of the TOS, don't go into description.
'Can I put in illustrations?' No more than two, please, and they have to be drawn by YOU. Do not take other people's art (includes google image search) even if your friend or co-worker gives you permission.
'How gory can I get with it?' As gory as you like. I'd like to see a story make me get sick. If that happens, you're a powerful writer and you deserve cookies and/or muffins.
'Would it be okay if I 'sorta-kinda' mention my RP character?' I'd rather you not. You need to create new characters and situations for this story.
'How long does it have to be?' That will be covered in 'Definition of short story.'
If you have any other questions, please feel free to pm Kavvana.
Where am I?
First Post And Contents
Introduction
Rules
Judging
Definition of a Short Story
Final
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 4:07 pm
Judging
Of course, I will be one of the judges. That means I will not be entering this contest. (Awww, yes sad I know).
But that means I get to help.
Stories will not be judged on length, UNLESS it is too short or too long. But the proper length will be covered in the next topic, 'Definition of a Short Story'.
You will be given the chance of making thirty points. Each mistake will count off as follows:
All too similar characters = 3 pts
Grammatical Errors = 5 pts PER error
Spelling mistakes = 5 pts PER error
Otaku speak = 5 pts per word
Star Writing = 8 pts PER phrase
Improper length = 15 pts
Chat speak = 20 pts PER sentence written.(I HATE chat speak)
Stealing ideas = Disqualification
Graphic Sex Scene = Disqualification
Fanfiction = Disqualification
Rewrites of your RP character's experiences = Disqualification
Wow. Be careful about those rules! It could seriously damage your score! Ah, but that's not the entire scoring system. Also, originality. I know creepy when I see it, as well as scary and horrific. For each element there will be 5 points awarded to the score. So it's actually possible to make more than a thirty! The point is mainly to entertain, but I'd like to see some ghost stories. In case you suck at writing those, just try to be as dark and morbid as you can.
Where am I?
First Post And Contents
Introduction
Rules
Judging
Definition of a Short Story
Final
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 4:13 pm
Definition of A Short Story
What is the definition of 'Short Story'!? Ah, well I can help you out there. The length should be at least three paragraphs. We all know that paragraphs mean indentions, however, there is not cheating involved. That means dialogue indentions do NOT count. This short story MUST be your own work. That's just important enough to be shoved down here so you can read it more than once. If I find you cheating by using someone else's work, I will make your life hell on Gaia. Plagiarism is a no-no. So don't do it.
A short story is a story that may or may not make sense to the audience at first. It may pick up in the middle of an event. Things may already have transpired that the characters understand, but the audience does not. The author has no obligation to inform the audience of what has happened. The audience just has to read and try to figure it out on their own.
A short story does not always have a clear ending. In fact, it may not have an ending at all. It can be a short excerpt from a story formed in your head. A few paragraphs, perhaps, near the climax of the story you have been imagining or thinking about. However, a short story can start clearly, explaining to the audience what is happening, what has happened, and what will happen. The author can create a clear beginning, middle, and end if they so chose. But it most not be more than twenty paragraphs if that is the case. Paragraphs are made up of more than five sentences. Interjections such as "Wait." "Fine." or "Sure." that can be placed in paragraphs do NOT count as fully created sentences. There must be a clear VERB and SUBJECT. I will not count the 'ghost' YOU. (Wait is clearly the verb, but it is obvious the person means 'you'. Therefore the 'ghost' you is the noun, or subject. However, I will not count this.) Sentences must be made up of more than three words.
AW Ross-sama! That's too freaking specific! I feel like I'm in English class!!!
Really? I didn't think it was that much. Let's make it this simple. Write and write, but don't write too much. Consider that I have to read other entries as well. You don't have to be aware of paragraphs or the numbers of sentences or words in either. Just try to create something interesting, alright? Correct numbers of 'words' and 'sentences' aren't on the Judging list, so don't freak out about it.
Where am I?
First Post And Contents
Introduction
Rules
Judging
Definition of a Short Story
Final
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 4:14 pm
Final (Instructions)
Wait a minute Ross-sama!!! What about deadlines!!!???
Deadlines, huh? Yes, there is a deadline. You are free to post your story whenever you wish. Yes. POST. Post your story in this forum with your username at the top. Yeah I know it's right next to your entry, but I'd like your name on the top. So do it.
The deadline (in other words 'get it in by date') is October 30th. That means you cannot turn it in on the 30. Turn it in before the 29th. Once the posting is closed (I will post 'Closed' under the final entry), any entries submitted will be ignored. NO EXCEPTIONS. I'm a stickler for on time assignments. Now that you've read through this... you've got a little more to go.
To apply for: If you are interested in joining this contest, you must obviously be a member of KURAI KAZE. Send a pm to Kavvana stating your usernamer and at the bottom write 'Ross-sama is the greatest' so that I know you read everything. Otherwise, I'll take off points... Trust me. I'll take 'em off.
Once I receive the pm, I'll tell you what to actually write on the top of your entry. Make sure you remember to, otherwise I'll take off five points.
So, you've read through it all. W00t! Now hurry up and go start on that story! But don't forget to send me a pm if you want to turn in a story. I won't pay attention to your entry if you don't go through proper procedure. I realize this is a bit strict but, wow... In life you've got to do things a certain way.
WAIT WAIT WAIT!!!
Before you go, don't you want to know what the PRIZE is? Yes, there is a prize. There's a prize of 5K. And also the happiness of knowing you beat everyone else and you're awesome. Wait, it's about having fun and improving your skills as a writer, not winning... >.>
*cough* Alright then! Have at it!
Where am I?
First Post And Contents
Introduction
Rules
Judging
Definition of a Short Story
Final
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 5:36 pm
II [2]
[.wisely.stated.]
There was no time in hell, the never ending repeats of Lucifer himself did little to recount of all the world of demons. When he had tried, and unsuccessfully failed at this, his servants commanded one by one, to seek out people with willing souls to die, their mingled laugh of mockery to those who wish to become one of them was a simple gesture to end their miserable life above; to get rid of those around them, with nothing but introverted souls, and extroverted exteriors. Those who lived their lives in secrecy, those who lived one of total happiness on the outside, their body’s mingling with the other humans, their inner soul reaching to the darkest depths of the world, asking for the power of the incredible ones.
Their black hands reached from their soul, crying out in ignorance of the pain would be provided as they changed, then chained to the life of hellish exterior. These people, these people did not know what pure hell was… Life was nothing compared to hell, but those who cried out and begged for it always got what they want. In so, these people finally got what they wanted for so long in their lives…
Holly, one of those who cried, though she did not know that her soul wanted, but she knew what she wanted in her mind, not that of a ghost haunting her friends when she had sacrificed herself, but she wanted eternal forgiveness for being so bright and happy, but at home for being so stupid and insolent to her parents. She wished for the best of her friends, but she got what she wanted, what her soul wanted, what her conscious wanted. The eternal life in hell;
The soul drifted, hanging around in the school building, the switchblade in her hand, dangling loosely in her right hand, the folds of her transparent dress flowing as she floated though the hall, her blank green eyes staring mercilessly at the students around her. The revenge she wanted so desperately was driving Holly insane, so insane she wanted the kids that caused her years of humiliation because of what she did day by day.
She floated closer to her next victim, the kid only 16 years old, a year older then her. Bright brown eyes and blonde hair that cascaded around his face ever so elegantly. She gave him a sadistic smirk, the metal of her blade glinting as she raised her hand, plunging the blade into his back. Blood drained from his back, the girl laughing maniacally at the sight, began to pull the blade out, licking the blood coated blade and bent down, watching the boy breathe heavily from the pain in his right lung. She stabbed again, at his left arm, ripping the shredded blade from his wound quickly, causing the boy to cry out; eye’s rolling into the back of his head at the pain. He had fainted; which was her original correspondence.
As the blood began to seep out of his blood-soaked clothes onto the floor, students around the boy started whispering, the words drifting around him in fear, but as the body of the boy begin to move, the students screamed, running away to get into their classrooms, afraid of what was happening. They crowded around the doors, trying to see what was happening to Daniel, their hearts hammering in their chests. Holly turned her head, picked up Daniel by the collar of his uniform and stabbed him in the chest, four inches away from the heart.
The blood was practically pouring now from the body, and she laughed sadistically, the pain of her victim feeding her revenge. Daniels body floated in mid-air to the students, and as the artificial light reflected off the switchblade, they screamed again, cowering by the door as the body of the sixteen year old boy they once loved was massacred in front them. Best friends clung together, tears coming out of their eyes in fright, their strangled gasps hard to part.
Holly snarled; her blade coming from the boy and dropped the body, letting it lay lifeless to the world. The blood poured from his wounds and she smirked, ripping the blade through his heart twice, leaving a large cross over it. Her sign, her revenge had been settled with Daniel, her witnesses being the kids in the classrooms. Holly couldn’t help but drift through the doorway of one of the classrooms, her blade glinting even more as she reached forward with the blade and stabbed the teacher that picked on her as well, giving the same fate as Daniel.
She pulled away, licking the blood from her mouth as she leaned forward again to suck at the blood, her translucent body taking the blood as one, forming with hers and creating a stronger bridge for more revenge and she pulled away, her breathing ragged from her meal. Holly growled, scaring the kids around her, making them flinch away from the sound and giving a squeal of fright from the girls. She turned, her blood colored green eyes scanning the room for something, for anything, and the portal she needed to go back to her own world. With a final smirk she pulled further away from the children, her howling laughter echoing in the room as she exited, leaving the people quaking in fear.
There was a numb feeling through Holly’s body and she gasped, her lungs felt they were being ripped away, and in a sense… they were. Her internal organs were no longer there, a corpse of nothing inside, a bleeding body filled with left over veins in her arms legs and her lower-body. The stab wounds from which she received made the blood drain from her body, and as she stared through lifeless eyes, the world before her began to move in a flurry around her, and her eyes closed the body being put on something.
Afterwards, she felt nothing, just the blinding pain she felt as her skin was tore open again. She opened her eyes, noticing that she felt weightless in her spot on the uncomfortable surgeon bed. The doctors noticed her eyes opening and their own widened in horror, one of them whispering ‘monster’ over and over again while pointing at Holly. The one being in question, she looked down at her nose, a bandage was blocking her vision and she shuddered, sitting up while struggling. Her organ-less body seemed almost… impossible to be comprehended, but as nothing came out of her wounds, and her body empty, only but a shell. She snorted, not knowing how she actually did that without hurting herself. She felt nothing though, and that was unusual, because she was beginning to feel strange. The strange feeling of floating peacefully on something, but she had never experienced it, so she didn’t know what it was till she found that her body was responding to what her would have been brain was imagining. Euphoria was it called? Yes, that was what it was called. They said it was similar to living in heaven depending on your views on the world.
Holly moved to the edge of the table, still cut wide open through her stomach and organ-less except for her eyes. It almost seemed impossible to the humans. Did they actually know what she was? Her eyes gleamed as she looked up at all the surgeons, her hand reaching for the nearest sharp thing she could find. It ended up being spatulas, with very sharp knives lodging from the handles. What would she do with these? The surgeons didn’t know, but they had a very good guess and they all turned, one screaming her pretty little brunette head off. They all tried to exit through the door all at once, only causing a massive build up while Holly watched, the knives in her hand. She raised two that were in her left hand, chucking them madly at the brunette that was screaming wildly, and a calm looking blond male doctor. She chuckled, walking toward the other six. Four being nurses and the other two being doctors. Holly found pleasure as she walked forward to a redhead, taking the knife and stabbing it in the back of the nurse’s neck, ripping it out and drawing very lightly against the back of it. The nurse gurgled blood, dropping to the floor grasping at her neck. She only giggled, bending over and taking the knife while turning over the nurse began to open her s**t, popping the buttons rapidly. As the shirt opened completely, she cut the bra in half, letting the woman’s breast fall out in response. The nurse looked up fearfully, eyes wide and lips parted slightly, letting air flow in and out.
The nurse just realized she was going to be raped, but Holly did no such thing to her skirt they were required to where. Holly took the knife, putting it in left hand as she sat down on the woman, bending over to the n****e of the woman and taking the knife to it. The woman gasped, her eyes widening even more, her lips parted ready to scream before suddenly…. She fainted. [insert the jaws theme song]
As the blood poured from the woman’s breast, Holly did the same thing to the other one, creating even more blood to flow. Bending over, Holly licking the blood trail, starting from the woman’s stomach area where it pooled and up to the tip of the cut open breast. She laughed manically, the other doctors and nurses gasping in fear and there eyes wide open in panic. This only left the raven-colored girl gasping for air with giggles. She stood up, still naked underneath the plastic dress-gown the patients usually wore for the surgery. With it tightly shut behind her, she sliced each and every one of the doctors and nurses, leaving the bodies on the floor and letting them bleed. Except for one, the very last one was a male, and this one was the one cutting her open and working on her.
With a smirk on her pale pink lips, Holly stepped toward him, slapping the man across the face with her hand, leaving an angry red hand-print on his cheek. She pushed her knee into his stomach, making him bend over in pain. She leaned forward, the hands from the man coming in contact with Holly’s hip and she bumped herself forward as if she was bucking from pleasure. She let loose a moan as the man fell, her own body toppling on top of his. Still empty of organs, Holly took the last knife she had left in her hand sticking it in the mans chest, dragging it down into the mans intestines, then into his testicles. She pulled it out, leaving her fingers trailing down the cut. She bent down abruptly, her tongue gliding amongst the cut and licking the blood, leaving it trailing down the side of her mouth.
With a heave she pulled herself up, the knife in hand still. Turning around she gave a chuckle, chucking the knife to the mans appendix, leaving the man gasping for breath before he fainted eyes wide open from the blood loss. Of course, she didn’t do anything for him, leaving him to rot in hell like the others she had just killed. The mysterious oval shaped portal appeared in front of her and she turned her head to look down at the fainted and or dead mortals lying amongst each other. Entering the portal she felt the familiar dizziness she acquired each time she went through it and landed seven seconds later, before Lucifer himself. He smirked at Holly, his eyes gazing at her sculpted body and beckoned her forth wise.
“You did perfect Holly, meet me later in the dungeon, you know where it is.” Lucifer spoke calmly, his tone holding many years of arrogance and wisdom. His voice failed to show what he really felt lust and hunger for the younger womans body.
“Yes Master…” She returned turning away and disappearing into the dark caves of hell.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 4:10 pm
III (3) XxDreamOfBlackandWhitexX
(This is really short, hopefully its okay. Im in a hurry, plus I can't write horror worth poo.) Milli smiled in satisfaction as she watched her sister tremble in the corner of the couch. She'd just forced her younger sister, Rissa, to watch a horror movie. Rissa was about ten years old, while Milli was sixteen. "Hey, Rissa. Can you wait here for a few moments? I need to get my flashlight from upstairs, just incase the power goes out." Rissa protested but remained on the couch while Milli headed up to her room to get her flashlight. The storm outside was pretty bad, thunder struck close to the house and the wind was horrible. Just a few minutes later Milli heard a scream from downstairs, she grabbed her flashlight and made her way down the stairs slowly. Sisters could be so annoying, it was probably just the cat running by. It often looked like a shadow when it ran across the room. She reached the bottom of the stairs and looked at the empty space on the couch were her sister had been sitting. "Rissa?" Milli called, suddenly lightning struck and the lights flickered a little.Rissa didn't answer. "Rissa!?" Milli sighed, and started to look for her. She saw something shine from the ground, she put her hand over her mouth. Either Rissa had spilled fruit punch or there was blood on the ground. "This isn't funny Rissa!" Milli yelled walking alongside of the blood, it led to the closet. She walked to the closed and heard the sound of crying inside, she slowly opened the door, almost afraid of what she may find. She pulled the door open and saw her sister crying in a pull of blood, a dead cat in her arms. Its body was brutally mutated, its legs were chopped open and a few of its organs were pulled out and its nose was almost ripped off, The cats face had a look of pure pain on it. "Rissa are you okay?!" Milli asked pulling her sister out of the closet. The cat slowly dropped out of the girls arms as she was pulled along. Rissa twitched slightly. "Milli, please stay away from me! I killed Raven, please." She pleaded dragging her blood stained nails on the ground. Her eyes flashed several different colors as she was pulled along. Suddenly lightning struck again and the lights went out, Milli cursed and turned the flashlight on with her free hand. She felt her sister escape her grip, as she did she Milli could feel her arm burning. She shined the flashlight down on it and yelped when she saw a dark red liguid coming from five long gashes on her arm. She heard something yelp behind her but she couldn't quite tell what it was, before she could turn around hand see her flashlight went out. The last thing she felt was a sharp sting on her back and something warm gushing from her side. "What have I done...." Rissa cried clenching her blood covered hands. Rissa walked into the kitchen, covered in her sisters blood, and picked up a knife sitting on the counter, with that she stabbed herself in the heart multiple times. Her last words were, "I always did hate you, but not enough to kill you."
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2007 3:07 pm
(NOT an entry)
Just for those who like to read everyone's stories...
What Was And Is Ross W. Arden's breath came out in gasps as he tried to recover from his most previous action. He scrubbed at his reddened hands under the cold tap, willing away the bitter scent and dreaded color that only he could sense.
"It won't come off! Though I can no longer see nor smell it, her blood still saturates my palms and fingertips!" He cried, scratching at the skin on his hands. The dimly lit school restroom echoed with the sound of running water. "Off me!" He desperately shouted, soaping up his hands for yet another time. He had been washing for well over an hour, and now his hands truly were covered in blood.
He wailed at the pain, but continued to wash, not capable of distinguishing between his own blood, which really existed, and her blood, which had long since faded.
Staring into the mirror, Arden's gaze became fixed on his own.
"Murderer..." It hissed.
"NO!" He protested, his body going into convulsions of fear.
"No? You slit her belly wide open and took out the baby! Your own child! You are a murderer and you can not deny it!"
"I had no other choice!" He screamed, pulling his hands away from the water and holding them against his quaking vessel.
"You gave it to the priestess... only the demons know what will become of that child now!" It pointed at him. He shook his head, blinking uncontrollably.
"You don't exist! You don't exist!" He cried wildly.
"Look at your own hands, Arden... LOOK AT THEM!" The reflection commanded. Arden peered down, hesitantly, at his own hands to see them covered in blood. They were raw and aching. "That is YOUR blood, Arden. You know of the horrible crime you have committed, and because of that, scrubbed your own skin off in vain! Arden, you can only repent by offering yourself on that altar!"
Arden shook his head, backing up even more.
"The day will come when the devil and God make peace with one another before I will accept such a horrible fate! I have sinned and killed my love to satisfy the bloodthirsty demons and their demands... I know of that. I have given up my unborn child on the high priestess' commands, and in the process of all this death, became covered and dripping with dark red blood! But I shall not spill my own blood on account of a guilty conscience! Be gone apparition!" He shouted, rushing forward and slamming his fist into the mirror. His reflection shattered and the reddened shards fell at his feet. He gripped the edges of the cool, white sink, staring down into it as the tap continued to run. "...To think I would go mad over her death..." He scoffed. Yet at these words, his body had yet to cease it's shaking. "...I serve the lords of darkness... not my own fear. What kind of man have I become to waver over the death of a single person?" He scolded himself.
"Betrayal! You traitor! Fiend! Coward!" A woman's voice cried. It appeared muffled, as if she were speaking through a thick curtain.
Arden turned to see the spirit of his lover, her body pale and naked and her belly slit open; blood and various organs trailed out, dripped onto the ground. As she took a step forward, a bloody cord from inside her body swung loose and slapped against her exterior flesh. Arden let a bloodcurdling shriek and pressed his back against the sink.
"AWAY! Away from me, foul specter! Begone! I served the demons as they commanded me! What grounds do they have for this torture they bestow upon me!?" He cried. Her broken body shuddered as she took another step forward. Her foot slapped against the ground, making an unpleasant noise.
"My baby... return my child to my womb!" She wailed in a ghostly tone. Arden's brow furrowed and he took firm hold of his pendant which he wore around his neck.
"I offered it up as the priestess commanded. You are dead, Charlene! And you will forever remain so! Return to hell, now!" He growled, his fear suddenly transforming into anger.
Translucent tears welled up in her ghastly eyes and poured down her cheeks, dripping onto the floor and mixing with the blood she also leaked.
"...I thought you loved me... and our son..." She whispered putting a hand to her chest as if she were in pain.
"I did. But I loved our lords greater. Now go from my sight." He said firmly. She hung her head and faded completely, melting into the air.
Taking a deep breath, Arden released his grip on the pendant. He looked down at his hands, which were crusted with dried blood. Regretting an offering was a dangerous thing to do. No doubt the apparitions were warnings sent to him by the demons, which he served. He would never again waver on his darkened faith.
He turned back to the sink and continued to wash his hands as the sound of running water echoed throughout the dim room.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2007 3:23 pm
WINNER of '07:
Well, the date of turn-in has come and gone. Today, the 30th, the results are in.
After carefully reading the stories, deducting points and adding points, and choosing the all out, most interesting story, I have finally decided upon the winner. And if we remember, there's a prize of 5K. Amazingly, we had two entries. Aww... that makes Ross-Sama sad.
The winner had an excellent story, with plenty of gore and just plain creepiness. The final portion of her story was probably the best, and in this short story contest, could have stood alone and won a perfect score.
The October Writing Contest winner of '07, is Kimi, with a total score of 20pts.
I hope in the future more people will participate. There will always be more prizes, and more opportunities. To the two who participated, I thank you for you efforts. Have fun and remember to keep on writing.
-Ross Sama
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