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fallenangel_Asha Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 1:03 pm
Greetings everyone! I am here to announce a brand new contest especially for those of us who love October! The new scary story contest is posted under the Contest Forum with all the rules and guidelines! Please read and enter! I look forward to reading your submissions!
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 3:05 pm
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Undesired Desire Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 6:00 pm
when i have time ill write something.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 5:02 pm
Only posting this here so I can get gold. Otherwise, I wouldn't, because I honestly don't think this is very scary... oh well! ^^
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Running. The world is a blur. I can barely feel the ground beneath my feet. My arms flail, my hands and wrists smacking into trees, the rough bark scratching them up. My hair, long and brown, whips around my head, getting caught and torn out by the upper branches of the trees. Before me, I can see the grey twilight, a color matching my eyes, where the darker forest ends. Only a few trees to pass now. I tear through thorn bushes at the edge of the forest, hardly noticing the pain as the thorns leave long gashes in my skin, only feeling the blood as it is cooled by the air.
I hear a crash as a beast rips its way through the bushes. A new pang of fear shoots through my heart, and I will my legs to go faster. They went numb long ago. My lungs are burning; the only thing I can breathe is the choking fog that hides everything from view. My foot hits something, and the suddenly the ground rises up to meet me.
I can’t move. I lay waiting, paralyzed with fear. I can see nothing. Only the grey fog that shifts and swirls around me. I’m lying on a mound of dirt. Twisting my head, I see what I tripped on. A broken headstone. I’m in a cemetery. How fitting.
I can hear them, the creatures, and they know it. The panting of their rank breath moves the fog around me, and I am given faint glimpses of their bodies. Horrible. Huge. Hairy. Hungry. They stand in a circle around me, just out of sight. They’re waiting.
I still can’t move. My body is wracked with pain. The feeling is coming back into my legs, and they’re trembling from unused adrenaline. My whole body is trembling. I have to move. My heart beats faster, faster, faster. I’m waiting too.
Then the fog stills, and I can see him. Zimero. He walks towards me, slowly, catlike. He’s tall and handsome, and yet cold and terrifying. A shock of orange hair tops pale unblemished skin. His eyes are as black and endless as a well, and just as cold.
My eyes travel up his body, black in jeans and hoodie, but orange in shoes and shirt. Around his neck is a collar, with a small pumpkin instead of a tag. He smiles at me, and my heartbeat quickens. He only gives that smile to those who’ve angered him. Now I understand why his enemies fear him so.
“You’re afraid.” He says. I do nothing, and he knows it’s true. He is the Master of Fear. Crouching down, his long pale fingers touch my arm, seeming to shine against my much darker skin. I flinch away from his icy cold touch as images of pain flash through my head. The Master of Fear knows what I fear most.
“Why are you afraid? You didn’t disobey me, did you?” Again, I say nothing, but the tears now flowing down my face are enough. Besides, he already knew the answer.
“You made it out of the forest. I congratulate you. Not many people make it that far. You gave my beasts quite a chase.” He straightens up. “Did you enjoy that?” When he calls to them, his voice does not echo through the fog. The howls of the beasts bring that cursed smile to his face again.
Crouching down before me again, he grabs my neck, and I gasp, the only sound I’ve made since I escaped. An iceberg is as hot as a flame compared to his hands. He picks me up to his eye level, and my body gives no resistance.
“Aw, you’re shaking. Are you cold? Or are you just afraid?”
From behind him, he pulls out his scepter. It’s nothing more than a black cane, topped with a small jack-o-lantern. But, I know what it truly is. The eyes and the mouth of the face start to glow green, and it becomes all I can see. I scream, but it is futile, fading into the fog. My soul is sucked out by the jack-o-lantern, to join the other tortured souls in the scepter.
Zimero sighs as the jack-o-lantern’s eyes fade back to black. “Pity. I really liked you, my dear.” He idly tosses my lifeless body aside, and the beasts descend upon it, noisily ravishing their meal. Another headstone appears, with my name on it. Shayla.
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fallenangel_Asha Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 3:34 am
Naeshira! This thread is going to get deleted too! I gave you your gold, but please post again in its own thread, I don't want your story to disappear!
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 8:01 pm
Ah, my bad. I'll do that. ^^'
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