Short Story/Poem Contest

There lives a girl from Ontario, Canada :eek: and her name shall not be named for the sake of privacy :) (, but you may know who she is as you read on :b). Some time over the summer the girl some how got an account on TSO and she became addicted to the game as soon as she started. She refuses to write every letter of each word and had no problem making friends with random global-ers , mainly Global-1 ;) people. She was also in my opinion quite kind to help others but would tend to give a little attitude. Although she does say and do things that may or might come off as quite rude she does not really mean to :(, in fact she regrets being mean/rude :mad: but alas she cannot help it as it is a part of her personality and character. She tries to do her best in order to greet everyone but tends to get side-tracked very often. Keep in mind also that she is not an angel although she used to be one ,a "fallen angel", but that is merely because she is human and humans my dear friends are not quite so innocent. And lastly she replies back, sometimes more than usual, very late. If you don't mind her random :confused: comments and apology-full whispers :o you are most likely her friend. :D In addition she has a mental list (meaning it only exists in her mind) of both just plain dimwits and awesome dimwits. And that ladies and gentlemen :cool: is the story of a sixteen-year-old girl...well the settlers part of her anyways. :p The End. :rolleyes:

P.S. if u didn't guess alrdy the girl was me and will alwys be (excpt mybe the age bit :b) and I hope you enjyed the stry XD... see you in global-1 , Zeus realm Xb .

there was an idiot that always was in bed. it would spread its terror on global 1, saying it was in bed.

then eventually it got so many followers the kept saying "in bed" it changed it to camel.

as it thought everything was fine they started to yell "toe" every where so then the camel had to find another freind.

then came along Llama....

to be continued.

Sounds legit. :b

Everyone need not fear,
your great new master,
is now here.
Endulge yourself in brew and sweets,
but not to much and not the least.
Move along the great stone paths,
and have alot of laughs.
Don't bend your luck,
oh my great master,
i'll see right after the disaster.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by jackiesand

The settlers were dressed up,their pumpkins were lit,
Some were complaining their costumes dont fit,
They called on their friends and relations as well,
Ooh he is dressed as the devil,has he come from hell,
They collected their treats,played some tricks on a few,
Cos they havent answered the doorbell on cue,
They came back weary from their treats and their trickses,
To find to their horror theyd been been rolled back to Christmas

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lol

"Get the fan.. no not the ceiling fan the other fan! Idiot"
"I can't find it!"
"Open your eyes! I mean, eye!"

PrincessMarri looked up to see the blurry image of the most ugliest ogre man she'd ever seen! Large sideburns, a goatee and.. braces. No.. hmm dentures? She was still dizzy. The next thing she noticed was an even uglier person approaching her. No sideburns, no goatee, just ugly.. with a patch over one eye. He looked like a pirate.

"I must have died and am now in the world of ugly people," she thought.

"What is your name?!" the ugliest person asked.
"What is your quest?!" the uglier person demanded.
"What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?! haha!" the third dark figure yelled out.
"Shut up!" the ugly pair yelled back in unison.

"My name is PrincessMarri and I've come here because I lost a game of side-bets, dares and half-truths."

"I hate that game.."
"Yeah, lost me eye playing that game.."
"Me too, worst game ever!"
"Shut up!"

Suddenly there was a great rumble and the sound of splashing water. The two figures yelled at each other.

"AHHHhghhghhh!!! NOT AGAIN!! MAKE IT STOP!!"

The room filled with a foul oder as bath bubbles floated about. Then as one floated over to the candle, it popped and for a split-second the room lit up in a green light.

"You have got to be the nastiest most disgusting animal in the kingdom!" the one-eyed person grunted.
"Don't hate a killer," smiled a fat man with a large mustache in a bathtub across the room.
"Let's just finish this shall we.." said the ogre with metal teeth.

PrincessMarri eyed the trio strangely..

"How long have you guys been living here!?"
"Ever since our own kingdoms were taken over.. we all decided to come back home," the ogre sighed.
"Yeah..safer here. nobody bothers us," said the pirate.
"Wait so you guys are.. brothers?"
"No, No No.. this fool is adopted," the ogre said pointing to the fat man.
"I am not! Who care's if.."
"Shut up!"

"So.. what happened?"
"You.. umm.. fell down," the pirate guessed.
"Fainted.. she fainted!" the ogre punched his brother.
"Rather top-heavy if you ask me.."
"Excuse me?" PrincessMarri glared at the fat man in the tub.

"What about the missing children? Do you kill them?? are you going to kill me?!?!?"
"Jack.. dry Skunk off and remember to use that perfume oil Aunt Mary gave him for his birthday," Metal Tooth ordered, "and you miss princess.. follow me."

Reluctantly.. PrincessMarri followed the ugly ex-bandit downstairs..

It was a Dark and Stormy night, and all of the settlers were sitting around the camp fire, and Ted the Fisher said "tell me a story" and the story began. It was a Dark and Stormy night, and all of the settlers were sitting around the camp fire, when Kate the Brewer said "tell me a story" so the story began. It was a Dark and Stormy night, and all of the settlers were sitting around the camp fire, and Beans the Farmer said “tell me a story” so the story began. It was a Dark and Stormy night, and all of the settlers were sitting around the camp fire, and Pink the Baker said “tell me a story” and before the story could begin, Grimm the General pulled out the Ban hammer and ended this awful story.

The wind swirled around the brick courtyard. As golden leaves tumbled here and there,

drifting gusts meandered randomly around the mills, and past the bakery. No doubt,

the slithering tendrials were batting wisps of freshly baked bread into the mines to

the west. No doubt, that the miners were going to be ravenous. It was, therefore,

impairative that she get Aunt Irma's Baskets down to those hungry workers as soon as

possible.


The wind bit at her legs, moaning wickedly as she stumbled across a large, slick, red

cobblestone. She stumbled briefly as the weight of the baskets tugged her balance. As

she righted herself, she heard a noise in the wheatfield to the south...just yards

away! It was clearly the sound of a human walking through the wheat--yet the

wheatfield was void of all but tall, grainy stalks of wheat.


The wheat...it was, by far, the most valuable resource produced in her Ares 2 empire.

Many-a-outsider's had reason to sneak into sector 1 to steal just a single, viable

wheat grain! Some would say that it would be good if other Ares Islands would also

grow the fine wheat, but SabbyKat realized the importance of such a commodity...it

was used in building soldiers of all varieties, by way of the unique brew and the

fine stallions it produced! The brew wasn't a major source of income on it's own,

but it payed for its self at most harvests.


Yes...many would risk their very lives to obtain but a single grain...no doubt that

they would gladly risk the lives of others to meet that goal.


"MahruuoooOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo!"

SabbyKat screeched, and dropped a basket as she slammed to a halt just outside the

wheatfield gate. Instinctively, she shifted her weight away from the solid thud, and

crackle of the reed basket smashing against the hard dirt path. Her balance was

further tested when the rest of the baskets she carried pulled against her and sent

her tumbling to the ground. Covered with fish sandwiches and dozens of smoked

sausages, she quickly crab-crawled away from the beast looming over her.

Her mind was boggled...her head started swimming...she gasped, and held her breath,

as the leg of the giant beast thundered to the ground in the exact space where her

body had just been. She heard the sound in the wheatfield again. This time, it was

louder, and was drawing closer, much faster than before.


Afraid to roll over and turn her back on the beast, fearing the 'invisible' human

racing towards her through the wheatfield, she crab-crawled side ways in the

direction of the Mayor's house. As she reached the fence, her invisible stalker

launched its self towards her from atop the wheatfield fence. She screamed as loud as

she could, as she grabbed the lower beam of the fence behind her and pulled her self

through. She felt something hard and solid smash down on her ankle just as her tummy

passed beneath the fence. She howled in agony, pulling her legs towards her body as

she looked up to view her attacker.


She froze in absolute disbelief at what stood before her! Her ankle throbbed and she

was unable to form any of the words that her mind was thrusting to her lips. She

blinked back tears...tears of fear? Of pain? Tears of a miracle?


"Eliot?" she whispered, breathless.


"Yes my Lady, it is I..Eliot. I right ought to get this 'ere cow back to it's pen

before it tramples ye ta death ma'am. Sorry 'bout your ankle, the wind gave me a push

when I jumped to grab ole' Betsy here." He tilted his head towards the huge beast

that had almost trampled her a moment before, as he patted Ole" Betsy on the head.


She stared at the 6 foot figure that stood before her. Wearing HER jeans, HER

flannel workshirt, HER old workboots...He stood there before her speaking to her as

if he were actually ALIVE! As if a scarecrow Could actually be alive...but there he

was, standing there--surely alive as she...Eliot...Alive?


Her ankle throbbed as her world faded to black...


Hesitantly, she awoke, heart pounding, drool oozing from her lips, she sat up and

wiped her mouth. Slowly, she got out of the bed and walked to the door, her bare feet

scuffling across the hardwood floor. Listening intently, she walked out of the room,

down the festively decorated hallway, and out the door, onto the front porch.

Just as she feared, the pinewood bench was empty--less for a few pieces of straw, and

the pair of old, broken spectacles she had once placed upon Eliot's fine, orange,

pumkinhead. She trembled in fear and anticipation! Her legs felt like rubber...she

thought she felt her soul melt a couple degrees. She turned back into the house.


She stumbled back to her computer and there...at the fence of the wheatfield stood

her Eliot...waving out at her from his new, pixelated world.

Squish sat quietly leaves gently rustling in the light October breeze.
Squish peered out across the field and shivered.
"do you remember last year"squeaked a nearby mouse.
Squish jumped and rustled his leaves "Last year i was a seeding"
"oh said" the mouse "that's right their were other just like you in this very field"
"Like me?"he queried nervously.
"Exactly like you and your friends, large orange and round in the October field "Mouse scurried closer.
"One a year in this patch becomes the pumpkin King"
"Pumpkin King? "said squash "what is a pumpkin king?"
"the fey visit and sprinkle candies near the pumpkins, children run in and collect the sweets , children
are almost as magical as fey their laughter fills the air and pumpkins grow bigger in those childrens eyes."
"Do you hear them Squish?"
"But i have no ears" said Squish
the mouse squeeked with laughter.
"Do you see them" said Mouse.
"I have no eyes" said squish
"what would you give to see the fey" said the mouse
"I have nothing"replied Squish.
the mouse climbed onto a vine and onto squishes leaves, would you give your Leaves for eyes..
squish though about being able to see the fey"Yes i would give my leaves"
"Then the leaves shall be my winter bed and you shall have eyes"
Squish felt a strange feeling as the mouse crawled down onto one side of him and started gnawing slowing at his orange skin.
very very slowly he could make out shapes and could see the little mouse.
"I can see" he shouted "I am so pleased"
"pleased then why not show it" said the mouse "a smile prehaps to show your glee"
"But i have no mouth"squished sighed.
"a mouth you shall have my orange friend"mouse set to work nibbling and scratching till a mouth formed on squishes face.
"and for your magical day of days a nose to smell what comes you way"

Squish felt different he could not tell why he could see the field all bleak and bare dotted with his kin
but now he knew what had occured He was to be the pumpkin king.
They fey arrived and in due course did place many candies at his base.
The children came and it was true their magic was as thrilling as the fey had been.
The little mouse had hidden from view. When the dawn was breaking out she scurried
"its time to go now squish you must hurry for if you tarry here to long a fate awaits you that is wrong."
'But where will i go and what shall i do mouse what happens to the others that i see"
Their fate are sealed i cannot lie most of them will be pumpkin pie"
squish rustled and did hurry towards the waning moon and in a flash he vanished with a howl .Mouse nodded "a new pumpkinking this night i made and for many years will he ride" as she turned into a jet black horse and trotted to the same spot as squish had vanished to join her new pumpkin king master.

one holloween one spooky night one seltter come true with his sword in site seen one ghost he saw with his site thrill the ghost as he kill with hit mit when he put his sword away he seen a pumpkin in site the settler saw o boy how can i put this right so he put a face with a spooky fright the sellter saw he had joy o will he mit