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my best friends a shower Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 8:08 am
Short Story Contest..!!
Basically...you have to write a short story on anything you like. Anything in the world. The winner will obviously win 10000 gold, and 2nd place 5000 guild. The winner will be announced Next Saturday, and i will stop taking entries in Friday Midnight PST Time.
Good Luck...
Thank-You,
Hathul
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 8:27 am
I like Ice Cream
I like ice cream because it comes in many differnt flavors. I have ice cream about 4 times every week. My favorite is an ice cream from Ben and Jerry's , its Chunky Monkey. Ice cream is really good if it has been homemade vanilla ice cream.
My favoite ice cream place is "Coldstone".
They give you a big wafflecone or wafflebowl and u pick what kind of ice cream you want with what type of dressing like cherry juice (my Favorite) or hot chocolate or butterscotch or carmel. You can also choose candy toppings like M&M's or reeses penutbutter or butterfinger, or kit kat bars, (ect...) if you are lucky they might have cookie dough.
Thats my short story.
Fin....
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my best friends a shower Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 8:36 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 9:06 am
My brother I have a older brother and he is really nice,he lends me his psp for 1 week then he has it for 3 weeks.He loves me aswell^_^i think,we have a younger sister called Martha and she is 3(4 this year)and she is annoying 'cause she always wants you to do puzzles.but me and my brother play on the computer,ps2 and psp and i love him very much P.sHarry u must read this
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my best friends a shower Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 1:57 pm
That One Special Something..!!
It wasnt far from this date, when i met that special something. That special something, or more shall i say special someone, is the best thing ive ever met. Let me reveal the gender and the name of my love. Shes a fine young lady, and with a beautiful name, that name be Cassandra : razz
I love her with all my heart, and more and more by the day. I always think that im gonna wake up, and this is an ever going dream. Because this is like my lifes fantasy's all put in one. A beautiful smart caring girl, and quite a funny one ^^
Y'all may not like this short story that i enter here today. But just to let you all know once more...i love her and thats all xxx ^^
BTW...
This one will not be entered into competition, its just for fun : razz
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 2:03 pm
She turns to her right, and grasps the wood wall behind her, praying.. Hoping.. Crying..
She hears an echo, it's her bestfriend, screaming for mercy, repeating "No, please.. NO, PLEASE!" Like a broken record.
Right then, she turned back around, startled by the foot steps she could hear approaching shortly after her friend stopped bellowing.. She reached into her pocket, and exposed a large switch knife.
She leans across the wooden wall, holding the knife up, infront of her heart, facing outwards, and as the footsteps approach closer... Closer... Closer... She wait's untill the moment the man coughs, jumps out, and stabs him in his stumach.
Running away, crying, yelping, and screaming, she turns back looking at her friends dead body, in which she never though would have been that close to her, she kept running, and running.. But the room never got different.. It was like she had been running on a treadmill.
Her surroundings started to become faint..
Distant..
She turns around one last time, there he is..
Her unrequited love, Jonathan.,
Lurking over her shoulder,
She wispers..
"Why are you doing this?"
"WHY DID YOU KILL KAYLEE"
He smirked, and replied...
"I need your blood.
I know we were suppost to write about something we love, and mine happens to be writing,
So yeah..
This is chapter one of my book.
:'D dramallama
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My bestfriends a toaster Crew
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 5:44 pm
The Killer of Fork City
One night, there were these two kids. They're parents went for a night out. One kid had to go to sleep. The other kid was watching TV while eating tacos. There was a call. The awake kid picked up the phone. Someone was talking in a foreign language. The kid hung up. Later that evening at 3:13, there was another call. It said, "Go to your brother's room!!!" and the awake kid went there, scared and in fear. He or she went there and saw her or his sibling. The other kid was hung from the closet. Immedietly, she called the police. The police inspected everything. She or He went to court and was accused of 3rd degree murder. The weird thing is, is that this is a true story. I am sorry that I can't tell the real names. It is because I found it around the internet and I can't find it anymore.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 11:58 pm
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my best friends a shower Vice Captain
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My bestfriends a toaster Crew
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 6:40 am
I've read that story in those exact words before. = sweatdrop
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 6:50 am
i'll post a story later...
i'll think about it...
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 8:12 am
The guy was shot in the head... THE END
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 12:41 pm
I'm Running, Gasping for air, my heart like a hammer pounding agains my chest, Running out of breath. My body is shutting down, i can not help but to give up as i fall to the depth of my fate. I think, Why me? a 20 year old woman in love with a man who is not of my arranged marriage. My body is jerked from the ground as they tie a rope around my tender wrists and ankles. A sack that smells of blood is placed over my head and i am taken to Hell. I will not live to see him again. It's the first day but it seems like much longer as infection sets in my many wounds on my abused body from the wippings and burns. Why is my father torturing me ? He is dishonoured to the highest extent. He's Raped me from my Freedom. I want to die, yet i long for he who loved me , carressed me and kissed me passionatly on my lips though now i can not possibly remeber the feeling as my heart is full of hurt and pain. How long will they keep me here? It's Dark and all i can hear are taunting voices in my head and the rats that scurry around me as i lay hurting, bleeding, dying. It feels as that not even God can save me from these firey pits of eternal hell. Not even he the only man who showed me the greatest love can save me. One last Gasp, one last silent heart beat, one last glimpse at hell it's self As he, the holy spirit saves me from my dispair as his devout hand reaches out to mine to pull me into the shimmering light. I breathe again , in Heaven where i have snowy white wings and a sparkling flowing gown, my wounds are healed and he is there, my true love, we've escaped from hell.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 12:55 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 2:25 pm
Thanks I Really like Ur Avi ^^^ biggrin
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 5:14 am
The BINDING HEARTS
Dear Office Manager,
I never broke so you never fixed me, sure I was always "bent out of shape", but it's who I was and you accepted me. In the beginning I was just a something hard yet flexible but it was you who turned me into so much more. We worked together day after day closely binding your words and binding out hearts. The way I held your papers together was the way you held me together, giving me the opportunity to be something I never thought I could. You tested my limits, you pushed me hard, you had me hold STACKS of papers together, something I never thought I could do! My coils turned for you,flexing and bending with every paper added. I saw the decline in my posture but I kept pushing myself to be what you wanted me to be. I guess I pushed too far. I looked in the mirror one day after holding the "Atkins" report together, you remember that one don't you? Yeah, we had fun with that. Anyway, I bent myself beyond recognition that day, beyond my abilities...my whole body collapsed...I didn't think you noticed. I shutter to think of that day you turned to staples, sure their more "stable" but what's stability have to do with love? My only hope now is that you'll see what could've been and bend me back to my regular shape so I can be brillant for you once again.
Sincerely,
Paper clip #35
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