Short Story/Poem Contest

[nick-99]

Bob acted like a normal hardworking settler but he had a terrible secret. Bob only showed his true self on Halloween night. Every Halloween, he turned into a terrible monster and searched for his next victim. Tim was Bob's best friend but did not know his secret. Bob and Tim loved Halloween because they got a day off work. Bob worked at the pumpkin fields and Tim worked at the sawmill. Some settlers claimed they were sick the day before Halloween to have an extra day to decorate. Bob was one of those people. Tim on the other hand thought it was terrible to do that. On Halloween Bob was home until he turned into that terrible monster. At that time, he got on his horse and rode into the dark woods. The screams that night lingered in the black sky and Tim decided to go over to Bob's house to see if he was ready to go to the island Halloween party. He walked over to Bob's house and noticed the back door was wide open and the horse was gone. Tim walked through the front door to find pumpkin heads sitting all around with greedy looking eyes that stared right at him. He walked past the pumpkins slowly and soon noticed the eyes followed him. He thought to himself that if he kept going he would find Bob. Tim walked out the back door searching for Bob and all of a sudden he heard a loud noise coming from the woods behind Bob's house. Tim walked toward the woods to find a headless horseman holding a sword. The horse turned toward Tim and charged. Tim had no time to get out of the raging horse's path. At the spot where Tim had been standing was a pumpkin head with greedy looking eyes just like the one he had seen in Bob's house. Tim's disappearance is still a mystery to the other settlers. Bob still roams the woods selecting one victim every Halloween night.

[LadyTee]

Mr. Myers, Mr. Myers!
Will you heed my call?
The witches of the swamp are asking for a pumpkin ball.
Shadowsneakers dance with Cavalry as Cultists prank Recruits.
If we don't have high numbers, troops will be shaking in their boots!
The Bowman fear the Dark High Priests whose lightening bolts hold death,
but the General says this season auras just eat pie and jest.

We need more recruits, militia and the help of some veterans
Mr. Myers, Mr. Myers!
Can we be best friends?

[supermind]

I'm not a writer but here is my attempt;

On the halloween day, there was something strange happening in the Settlers village. Old Tom the Hunter went out to do his usual hunting when he saw a strange creature running between the trees. This "strange" creature was running on two legs and had no tail, but it looked very "meaty" so he couldn't figure out what it could be. He asked his brother The Bounty Hunter, but he had no clue. He also asked all of his Old Friends, but they couldn't answer his question either. He even went to ask Dark Priest in the nearest church without any luck, so he decided to visit the Witch of the Swamp, cause she is known for being able to answer all sorts of questions. Before he left, he asked his sister Wild Mary to look after his farm and off he went on the Horseback to the Island of The Pirates where Witch was visiting her Sons of the Veld. Unfortunately on the way to the Island he accidentally walked right into the Bandit nest where all Outlaws and Traitors lived. They attacked him and put him in the prison. Poor Old Tom, he was very sad and shaky and promised himself if he ever gets out alive, he won't be Stealing from The Rich anymore and be a model citizen. Just when he was thinking that, he heard a lots of noise. When he looked out of his window he saw Surprise Attack on the camp by The Black Knights form The Dark Brotherhood and a big smile lightened up his face. He knew he was safe. After he thanked his saviours, he continued oh his journey. When he finally got to the island there was only the Victor the Victorious, the father of the sons trying to tame a Roaring Bull he just caught. When he asked about the Witch, Victor told him she already went back to the Swamp and she didn't have a clue what the creature was, because earlier that day The Nords came by asking the same question. So he returned home just when the sun was going down. He decided that Halloween night would be the perfect time to go and hunt the creature down. So he took his gun and lots of Gunpowder and went to his usual spot. He was waiting for a while when he finally saw the creature. He was just about to pull the trigger when he recognized the creature. He couldn't believe his eyes. It was Lady Gaga in her meat costume! He was happy and relieved at the same time and started to run towards frightened Lady Gaga. After he hugged her and explained how she scared the whole village, she was happy to tell him her story. She said it was a result of Secluded Experiments and only Motherly Love can save her and make her look like a regular person again. So please if you see Lady Gaga's mom, tell her that only she can save her!
The End!


Thanx for reading

[xyeslekssimx]

Our story starts at the isle of Happiness. Storms rolled in, carrying a thick fog covering everything. They were going to every Island and wrecking havoc on everyone. Many were not able to escape their wraith. Even in daylight, it was like night. You needed a magic flame to see through the fog. Mo the town lighter, went to every light post, he had magic within him, blowing the flame alive with magic. Piercing cries filled the air. All villagers ran to the Farms; to see what Locke was seeing- the wheat fields dieing before their very eyes. Adam, our well man ran to see if the water was gone as well but what they found astonished them- what was once crystal clear water, ran red with blood.
Coming through the fog approached two people, the King and his son the Prince's of Darkness. Laughing at their astonished faces of the villagers as they watched at everything they worked so hard for became nothing. It was all gone, nothing could be saved. The villagers saw what they looked like. The King, scarred from endless battles; the Prince half of his face was black, eyes glowing red. The villagers had heard of them before from their grandparents but only assumed the tales of the King of Darkness was a myth.
All the villagers’ gathered in the Town Hall. Hidden within the Town Hall was a basement, only the village elders knew in the basement there was a hidden door in the wall. Behind this wall, was a magic room. The room was filled with 5 Silos’ containing emergency wheat and water concealed by magic. The Prince of Darkness could not see them, the magic that hid them was good magic.
The town elders, knowing the myths and fearing for the children‘s safety, they all came together to build a special home where all the children of the island could stay there and be safe, hidden. Magic bars reinforced the walls. The elders, summoned up the Princess of Courage to keep watch over the children. Their bad magic could not find the hidden children nor the room within the basement.
The King said he would give them a week to complete the tasks he wanted and he would leave. The King and the Prince, went house to house and scoured what little gold, jewels and gems they could collect. It did not seem to satisfy the King. Growing angrier and ever more outraged that we could not satisfy his needs. Fearing ever more for the safety of everyone on the island, we sent our best ship Captain Eliot to find a new land for all of us. We all met in the Town Hall, barred the doors with magic and hid from the Prince and the King.
The villagers all gathered together and believed that maybe if they fought them, they would go away. What they did not expect was the King could read their thoughts. He yelled “ If you fight me, you will all die.” “But I did not want that, he yelled”. “I want this land, and all of you will be my subjects.” Knowing the myths, the Elders, join into a secret council and planned a way to leave the island. Eliot, our beloved Captain, offered to set out and discover a land where no darkness nor bad magic could ever control the land.
One brave man Eliot, his business was in shipping, trade and transporting goods through out the whole of Yeslekssim Country. Eliot set off on his ship White Cloud. His ship was magic, how the name came to be was, the ship rested on Cloud’s, blowing the wind in whatever direction he aimed his ship. Some thought he would never return, some had hope he would. To them is seemed like two whole months had passed when in fact 1 week had gone by. It took another two days for Eliot to come back and felt his ship anchored off the coast and slipped in his row boat to row to shore to tell all his people that he had found a new land. With good magic in bedded throughout the land. The land was fertile, the water clearer than their water had been before they came. It took 5 trips to bring all his people to their new land.
The villagers gave Eliot a surprise party and everyone nominated him as their new Town Mayor and the council asked him to join the Elders. Realizing that the villagers of the Isle of Happiness had disappeared the King and his son moved to another island to wreck havoc. Now all are schooled in the ways of magic to ensure the people’s safety. Once all had learned the arts of magic, the island yeslekssim grew so powerful the people flourished and everything became endless. Nothing would ever run out again. The island become so powerful that the surrounding Island’s became protected too and none have to experience the dread that the Isle of Happiness went through. All are happy, safe and filled with wonderful magic.

[xyeslekssimx]

i did not post this at 2:12 am. It was posted yesterday around 6:30pm. I dont know why it says today @ 2:12am. But never mind.

[Scouser]

i did not post this at 2:12 am. It was posted yesterday around 6:30pm. I dont know why it says today @ 2:12am. But never mind.

i know - the whole thing is effed up. i had been working on a story for a couple of hours and at 15:03 PST it was posted that the competition had ended. Oh, how i love wasted time...

[Scouser]

i know - the whole thing is effed up. i had been working on a story for a couple of hours and at 15:03 PST it was posted that the competition had ended. Oh, how i love wasted time...

nevermind. i saw that BB_Kate had mentioned that the closing of the contest was a mistake. *anger abated*

[rodneymillerpca]

i did not post this at 2:12 am. It was posted yesterday around 6:30pm. I dont know why it says today @ 2:12am. But never mind.

In your forum profile set your time zone

[Scouser]

MEET ELIOT

The Book of Eliot contains but one sentence; that one sentence is a declaration:

"Thou Shalt Not Diddle Pumpkins".

Eliot, it must be stated, is not one to judge his fellow settlers. His warning is not a condemnation of those who "diddle" inanimate objects (such as squash, surgically-enhanced women, etc…). It is, rather, meant to be a warning against unintended consequences and a warning against bringing unnatural beings like himself into the world.

It all started in the Great Pumpkin Craze of 1977…

One morning in the fall of that memorable year, settlers across the Zeustopian plain awoke to a cacophony consisting of crones cackling, crows cawing, bells clanging and demonic Gregorian-esque chants raining down on them from an increasingly darkening sky. This drastic change in atmosphere was enjoyed by all…at first. Each settler had his/her own way of dealing with the repetitious waves of ferocious festivity: some made their way to what is now known as Suicide Lake and drove icepicks into their ears; some turned to mind-altering substances such as squasheroin [squasheroin is made from pumpkin guts and pummeled pumpkin seeds. It is heated in a shovel, drawn into a syringe, and injected into the veins of the addict. This is why people pay 8 gold coins per pumpkin each halloween]; and some trolled the nearby forests in hopes of stumbling upon the fabled atmosphere-muting Note Button.

Wilbur Worthington was one of those poor souls who turned to squasheroin. He spent his evenings raiding any and all nearby pumpkin patches, searching for his next fix. One night he came across a Noble Pumpkin Patch, and expressed his joy at finding such by "squashing up". As he lay motionless upon a bed of pumpkin goo and broken dreams, staring at the sky in apathy, a comely lass materialized in his limited field of blurred vision and danced the Dance of Seduction. In a haze, he muttered something along the lines of, "Color me seduced," and was instantly ashamed of how creepy he sounded.

And Wilbur slept.

He awoke in his mansion and lamented the fact that he didn't even know the name of his seductress. He didn't even know if it was real. Was it all a dream…?

Several days passed.

Several months passed.

He received a letter in the post one evening. The letter read, simply, "Meet Eliot", and contained a photograph. The photograph stopped his heart. Wilbur Worthington fell lifeless into his soup.







After several years of searching for the aforementioned photograph, the author, your lovable Uncle Scouser, finally came across a long lost relative of Wilbur's estranged wife. That relative (whom everyone knows as sillychic) has granted permission for the photograph to be posted within this thread. Thank you, sillychic.









Meet Eliot.

[KingHomer]

I earned a Grim Reaper
from farming the patches.
I even got silos
for trading in batches.

But my plans to build a school
were wholly defeated:
The [System] said: A Pumpkins deposit
has become depleted.

So now with just 10 minutes
left in the day,
I wonder if the Christmas event
will provide more yay!