[Competition][$25 Prize!] Story writing contest!

kfjjjdst · Nov 26, 2013

Welcome everyone!

The title should be self explanitory; I'm looking for the best story you guys can write

Prize:
$25 USD PayPal / 7,5M 07 GP / 75M EoC GP

There are no limitations on length, topic, no rules. Also, you can enter with multiple stories.

Deadline of the competition is 24 Dec, 2013 00:00 GMT+1

You may submit your stories by:

- Posting on the thread
- PM'ing me [Click this to PM me]
- Through Skype [kfjjjdst.sythe]

Good Luck everyone!

EDIT: Anyone caught plagiarising will face a scam report and be automatically disqualified [will be checked via a pretty decent program of this purpose].

James · Nov 26, 2013

What will the story be used for ?

kfjjjdst · Nov 26, 2013

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What will the story be used for ?
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Self-entertainment. Curious what people come up with.

Not intending to use this for any purpose, etc.

2007gpsales · Nov 28, 2013

ill giv it a shot can it be about anything?

kfjjjdst · Nov 28, 2013

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ill giv it a shot can it be about anything?
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Yep, aboslutely anything

Cruel · Nov 28, 2013

Entry of mine, used a couple of years back in a writers craft class in High School. Italian Mafioso-esque story based on an abduction / execution. Enjoy.

Tight Lips said:

The light spontaneously short-circuited a few times before it came on. The room was starting to warm up, as the radiators implemented to each side of the tatty and worn down room came to life. The room was shrouded by a mass amount of cigarette smoke. As he stumbled over, he glanced at the man in a sadistic manner: before grasping the duct-tape and peeling it off using a circular motion around the upper and bottom lip to increase the pain exceptionally. Bruises and swelling around the stomach and face suggested that the man had been beaten – severely. The facial figure of the man was almost unrecognizable to a certain extent. Whilst the man standing before the unfortunate individual inhaled on his cigarette; the man, who was in his late forties started struggling and jerking his head back and forth – in a clear, yet, failed attempt to break the rope tied around his upper body and waist line. The man then continued to start throwing aimless kicks with strength and commitment. But yet, the laughing man on the receiving end of the rage frowns as he lunges forwards briefly and stubs out his cigarette on the man’s forehead. Screams and cries of agony haunt the foundations of the establishment.

The man stumbled forwards towards a small coffee table as he quickly nods and grasps a small screw-driver off of the desktop surface of the table. Pushing the tip of the screw-driver against his palm – he then continued by tapping the rubber lined grip of the screw-driver against the coffee table to his side. “I’ve heard you’ve been a bad boy, huh? I’m sick’a ya’ shit. You’re nothin’ but a white-trash degenerate you fuckin’ inbred prick”. The man takes a few large, yet efficient footsteps forwards towards the man who is screaming and kicking his legs. “No, please. I’m sorry. Look, your sister; she came onto me! I... I was drunk. I had no protection – I’m sorry!” screamed the man in a state of denial and distress, yet both men knew it was going nowhere.

The man tucks the small and ragged screw-driver behind his ear as he stumbles back over to the coffee table and grabs a mirror. He then walks backwards with a smirk on his face and looks directly at the man who has now given up all hope. “You see ‘dis mirror right here? I never really understood why mirrors were invented, because vain fucks like you could masturbate over ‘emselves? God fuckin’ knows. Here, take a look” requests the man as he grasps the back of the man’s head and slams it forwards into the mirror. The glass shatters and smashes into the man’s face; causing countless shards of glass to impale the man, piercing the skin and slicing into the flesh and tissue beneath. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ on a burnin’ cross, Eugene, I’m so-.” The man is cut off mid-sentence by the malicious attacker raising his voice and shouting “Never say my fuckin’ name again. For ya’ own mother’s sake. Never say my fuckin’ name again, and learn how t'keep ya' lips tight”. Eugene Vittorio. A fearless and a man with a reputation: A mafia hit man or “Doberman” as one might have said a few years back. Eugene smiles politely, before sliding his screw-driver from behind his ear, grabbing it with a firm and tight clench. “That ain’t good enough. You should know that by now” announces Eugene as he jumps forwards and repeatedly stabs the screw-driver into the man’s neck.

The screw-driver intercepts with the blood flow and pierces the tissue and flesh: before puncturing the wind-pipe and stopping the man from breathing entirely. “Uu. Nn. Pp.” Chokes the man, who is coughing up blood in large amounts and trying to grab Eugene’s collar frantically. After a few minutes of dead silence, Eugene crawls off of the man’s lap and brushes himself off briefly. “Fuckin’ pansy – prick should ‘a stayed in Brooklyn”. He throws the screw-driver on the floor and takes out a cell phone, before flipping up the top compartment of the phone using his thumb and index finger, which are both concealed by a pair of disposable gloves.
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Emperor Nero · Nov 28, 2013

Do I have to write specifically for this or can I submit a bunch of my stuff I have already wrote? What about poetry?

kfjjjdst · Nov 28, 2013

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Do I have to write specifically for this or can I submit a bunch of my stuff I have already wrote? What about poetry?
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You can enter something you have written in the past. I'd prefer stories, but if you'd like, feel free to submit poetry [as well], I'm curious what you got

Lame · Nov 28, 2013

This seems interesting. Ill enter at a later date but this could be fun=P

Belumoth · Nov 30, 2013

here is my entry

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1EjCHdjRoj1umToWe0oEA9EyQ7Xz67HzCDoiqHTtHqnY/edit?usp=sharing

kfjjjdst · Nov 30, 2013

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I'm an idiot.

For anyone who sent their entry in a PM, please resend it; F PM limits, I forgot there were things I was actually going to read and deleted them....

Sorry bout that,

Also, up.

GamingGSeries · Dec 1, 2013

The story you’re about to read is inspired by a true story.
It was late January. I was at home as usual, listening to this song I was addicted to. Doing something with my PC, probably browsing some social media websites. My phone vibrated suddenly, and I noticed her new message. There wasn’t any girl I loved, neither have I ever fallen in love. But still I was interested to have a relationship with this cute girl. Mostly, because my friends were teasing me for being a ‘virgin’.
It all started with one little conversation at the back side of our local supermarket. She was trying to carry the stuff she bought, but it was too heavy for her. Normally I wouldn’t help anyone out, I probably wouldn’t even look in such situations to avoid awkward eye contact. But I was so desperate to talk to someone new, so I managed to walk towards her. Offering to carry her bags. She refused my help at first, but accepted it a little later. She was a little shorter than me. Her long, straight and black hair extended to her waist. The light blue eyes of her was something unique which I’ve never had seen before. Her body wasn’t that bad either, but it could have been better. While we were walking, we started to talk a little bit. She said that’s she’s half Turkish and half Italian. She was an adopted child by a couple who weren’t able to get kids by them selves. As we continued to talk about random things, we came in front of an apartment door and told me she lived there. She took the bags from my hands and thanked me. As she was about to enter her house she turned around and stared at me. I wanted to say something but I froze and just stood there. There was an awkward silence as we both stared to each other. Trying to break the silence I started to talk. “Can-.. I-.. May-.. May I have your number?”. She laughed as she told me to wait. A few moments later she came back with a paper in her hand, handing it to me. Her number was on it. Before I could say anything she closed the door. The next day I texted her. Not so long later, we started to text each other every few minutes. We went on a few dates, not really something chic but just a walk in the park, and holding hands. We live in a climate where you never know the weather about. One time it is sunny as hell, and five minutes later it will be raining like you’ve never seen before. Anyhow while we were walking in the park, it started to rain. Well it didn’t change the mood for us. We continued what we were doing as it was a normal day. We both were soaking wet but we didn’t care at all. We sat on a park bench, next to each other. Both facing the same direction. I was afraid to directly look at her face, as she was too beautiful to even look at. I whispered in her ear about how beautiful she looked like, and how I cared about her. That she had the most beautiful eyes in the world, and that I wouldn’t trade her for no one and for nothing. I even told her a few lies, just to make her happy. But the thing I didn’t know was, she was slowly starting to fall in love with me. I also thought I was falling in love, but it was just the desire to have a sex with her. She came over to my place to watch a movie, eat some pizza and drink a little bit. We were drinking and watching the movie at the same time, but I didn’t really understand anything about the movie as we talked throughout. I still can’t get the picture out of my head. She, sitting next to me on my twin bed. Her head was leaning on my shoulder, we both had drinks in our hands. And I was staring at the empty wall which was just above my TV. Her angel-like voice made me forget about everything. Out of sudden, I stood up and put the drink on the table. Turned towards her and held both her hands pulling her out of the bed. I grabbed her back with both of my hands and started to kiss her. I can’t remember for how long we kissed there, but I didn’t care. She moved backwards and pulled me in to the bed along with her self. We fell next to each other on the bed. And you can guess what happened later.
She slept at my house, and in the morning she went to her own house as she had to do something. I was happy that I’ve finally did it. But it wasn’t like anything I imagined. Everyone I knew praised having sex so much that it almost was the only goal in life. They talked about it, like it WAS the best thing in the life. But I’ve never been so wrong. I wasn’t in love with the girl I did it with, and I expected much more than what actually happened. It made me sad for the following weeks, and even a few months. I didn’t feel anything for this girl. I didn’t want to lie to her about loving her. I told her how I felt like. I told her that I didn’t love her, but that she was the best thing that ever happened to me. She looked disappointed and left without saying anything. I got depressed. I wasn’t able to leave my house anymore. Days and weeks passed. The only thing I could do was lay in my bed all day and think of what I’ve had done. I thought, and thought. For hours… I nearly went nuts to be honest. I broke the heart of a girl, I played with her feelings for my own outcome. How was I able to continue my life. How was I able to look her in the face again if I saw her? I never had a relation since then. I wasn’t even able to touch a girl since.
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A story I had written earlier, it's still on my tumblr account.

Khroniik · Dec 3, 2013

Do we have to write it for the competition, exactly?

A couple years ago I used to write quite a bit on a free publishing site, haha.

GamingGSeries · Dec 29, 2013

So what happened to the topic ?

SprinterMoon · Dec 29, 2013

Who won? If the winner wasn't chosen, can I enter?

GamingGSeries · Jan 5, 2014

Bumping this back alive.

S · Jan 5, 2014

The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.

- Written by idk.

HotColdRush · Jan 5, 2014

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The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.

- Written by idk.
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This is "shortest horror story ever written" I saw it on iFunny

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