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Hey there everybody. I've been inactive for a while so to try and become active again I've decided to hold a small contest.

to enter this contest, all you have to do is write and post a short story using characters based on several different avatars that i have created and will post below. it can be any kind of story. horror, romance, comedy, sci-fi, or whatever else you want.

three prizes will be awarded.

1st place-8000g
2nd place-5000g
3rd place-2000g

winners will chosen on july 30. multiple entries are allowed so write as many stories as you want.



if you have any questions feel free to contact me through this thread or through PMs.

feel free to use as many or as few of these avatars as you want.

i look forward to reading some good stories so start writing and have fun!

Ill give it a try

urgh... im tired. join this contest, people.

yay entries! even more people should submit things. and i've decided just now that you can submit more than one piece if you want.

promotional bump.


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enter the contest.

Bring on your torture, your bullets, your pains

And here is the story

Pyromania
Dean had a secret, a secret and a rival. His rival has always been Edmund. Edmund was a pain. Dean has always looked at himself as a monster. He looks in the mirror and smiles. His reflection shows him as he really is: A walking inferno. He has taken pyromania to the extreme, and no one else knows. No one, that is, but Edmund.
Edmund had once seen Dean’s talent in action. Edmund was driving behind the alley when he had seen an explosion. Curiosity got the best of him once he decided to go investigate. Only then did he realize that Hell would unfold.
Iris was there on that night, smoking her cigarette and talking with her gang of friends. The explosion fired off, and all she said was, “Damn it Johnny.” She looked over her shoulder to see the two boys fighting, rolling on the ground in an interlocked battle of raging fists.
“Do we do anything?” Rob asked her. He rested his hand on her shoulder.
“Why would I? They’re not hurting me.”
She turned and walked away, brushing Rob‘s hand off her.

Edmund pinned Dean down, weeks later, and glared. Dean kicked Edmund where it counts, not caring if it was a low shot. Edmund threw him into a pile of trash bags as he saw her walking past. He leaned against the brick wall and smiled at her, just to be lunged at by Dean a moment later. She watched in mild fascination as the guys brawled in the dark alleyway.
She threw her hair over her shoulder and muttered, “Brutes,” under her breath before turning her back on the pair.
Dean threw Edmund into a dumpster and slammed the lid on him. “Hey, where ya goin’?” he asked.
“Don’t worry about it,” she answered. She picked up the pace and almost glided onto the street.
“Mind if I smoke?” he asked, flicking a lighter open and pulling a cigarette into his mouth.
“Why ask? You’re not walking with me.” She turned into another alley and walked behind a building.
“Who’s this punk a**,” a husky voice asked.
“Who cares?” she asked, continuing her stride.
“I care,” he answered. “Why’s he following you?”
“Ask the punk a**,” she answered.
Dean was faced with a large guy, pinning him to another brick wall. Feeling the blood rush through him, he released his pyro side.
Iris looked back to see the kid on fire. Johnny was hollering in shock as he dropped the kid on his a**.
Dean walked up to her, cooling his flames. “You gonna pay attention to me now?” he asked.
“Sure, kid. What do you want.”
“Your name, to start.”
“Iris,” she answered. She then turned around to see if Johnny had suffered severe burns.
“Mine’s Dean,” he called after her.
“Great. You know what, Dean?” she asked. “Why don’t you get lost?”
She felt the heat of fire behind her as he approached.
“Not without you, sweetheart.”
He grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. She glared into his eyes with hatred strong enough to match his fire. He laughed softly and walked, forcing her in front of him. He pinned her arm behind her back, insuring that she couldn’t wiggle away.

Edmund got out of the dumpster and swore. He searched for some evidence that Dean had crossed through the area, and found scorch marks in the next alley over. Interviewing Johnny, who said that Dean had kidnapped the girl, Edmund set out to find the dastardly fiend and kill him. There was no other way.

Dean was tying her up when he hard the door bang open. He laughed manically and yelled out, “Edmund, how nice of you to join us.”
A gunshot sounded followed by Iris’s scream. Dean was engulfed in flames, bleeding profusely from his shoulder. Another shot sounded, and the fire roared higher. Dean was dead, and the flames were consuming his body.
Edmund fired another shot before throwing the gun into the inferno. He turned on his heels and left the two corpses behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, he summoned the energy in his body and engulfed the building into his own flames. There was only room for one Pyromaniac in this city.

And in my heart, things aren't the same.

...thinking about entering my own contest even though i can't win anything. eek