Hello everyone! I decided to make a story writing competition! All you have to do is to write a unique story,
make sure it has fantasy/adventure and romance if you want .

I will be judging based on the content of the story, and by the creativity (from 1-10). The prizes are:

1st place= 64 grass and 1 diamond
2nd place= 32 grass and 10 iron ingots
3rdplace= 16 grass and 3 gold ingots

*The competition will end on Wednesday, 3rd May!

Good luck everyone !

Taggging some people that might be interested:
TheEpicWotsit , Bossgamer , 52Phenomenon , WonkieGreen , Krissy ...

 

Okay thank you for doing this! I don't know what to write, I'll make it up as I go along haha!
Here goes nothing:

Lainiii_
iTestify
NoobyGaming
Tag some people to compete guys!

 

I'll edit this post once I've finished my story on word

 

I am ready for my story to be annihilated

 

The day the flood came was a suitable one; clouds as far as the eye could see, a light dusting of rain falling upon the pastures and fields; the usual affair. This one particular man, of the middle variation in age, thought it prudent on this particular day to visit the city. He was not exactly sure why, but it seemed the appropriate thing to do. How very wrong he was.

This man’s nostrils were certainly not accustomed to the pungent city smells issuing from the many buildings around him. The atmosphere was polluted with the thick, billowing smog bursting out from disproportionately large chimneys, like a dancing wildfire without the flames. This, of course, is a silly metaphor for the appearance of smog, for smog cannot be without some source of flame or extreme heat; but it is the chosen one nonetheless. That is, after all, exactly what it looked like. As his downcast eyes glanced furtively around at his unfamiliar surroundings, he caught a whiff of something familiar, something that stood out among the many filthy smells like a clown at a funeral. The smell of an incoming storm.

Worry flashed through the man’s memory, processed by his subconsciousness faster than the most technologically advanced supercomputer. The flood had hit 23 years ago, sending what seemed like the entire country into panic and peril. But the most peril had been applied to him.

On that day, painstakingly similar to this one, he had rushed home to find water pushing the barriers that were his floorboards. Slamming doors everywhere, he had rushed inside to find water seeping relentlessly to cover the mangy carpet. Ankle deep in that freezing liquid, he had attempted to stem the flow; but to no avail. Sprinting through the house, he had heard what sounded like footsteps behind him, but foolishly dismissed it as an effect of the raging waters. As his pursuer crept closer and closer, the man had a sudden impulse to turn around. But he was too late. As an impenetrable hessian sack was thrown over his aching head, he had begun to peruse the shelves of his thoughts, realising only then the source of those earlier heard footsteps. His abductor.

Now, back in the current time, we move to a scene of great sadness. Creeping shadows in tiny, cramped alleyways. The man who has been the subject of this story walking not entirely free of burden, but convinced of his safety. Rain pouring down on the heads of those walking the streets, making their way back to their safe, comfortable homes. And as this one particular man felt the same impulse he had felt all those 23 years ago, his heart filled with dread, as a thick, impenetrable hessian bag was thrown over his head, and he was resigned to the cool bliss of sleep.

[ I spent over an hour to write this for an english class ]

- Cxsmo_x

 

I Have another one:

Once apon a time, Cxsmo_x asked Wolfie to check skype, but wolfie said no! then Cxsmo_x said: ok, I see, next time u need help don't come to me
Wolfie said: Ugh fine! I will check skype

SO CHECK SKYPE WOLFIE!!!!!!!!

Nobody can beat that

 

Wow great story, I would have done my awesome English class story but it is in my school English book (in school) so I made a new, not as good story lol

 

xD I just imagine u typing it off ur notebook =p

 

The current stories are looking good! I want to see some invented stories with fairies, dragons etc cx

 

The same day, 5 mins later Cxsmo_x was on skype.... still NO messages from Wolfie Cxsmo_x is asking for an explanation, Wolfie said: There is a DRAGON in my room! Cxsmo_x plllzzzzzz haaaallllppp mmmmeeee Cxsmo_x said: I told u:

Wolfie said: FINE I will check

Cxsmo_x replied: So how can I help u? Should I jump through my screen and kill the WITCHES and DRAGONS????

WOLFIE CHECK SKYPE!!!!!

 

I only do stories for school.

 

Pretend I am a teacher. Let's go, write one

 

Ugh, maybe later Mr. Wolfie.

 

bump, tagging more people also
_PVPER_.
NoobyGaming
FireFoxDiva

 

can it be a fantasy?

 

If you make fantasy that is Amazing

 

It was night.. So dark she couldnt wake up, nightmares were in her head, and had been thinking for hours her dead sister.. She woke up.. storms and tornados around her... and she saw a ghost.. It was her sister.. she was crying holding a teddy bear, HER teddy bear. none should touched it. She was cold.. she needed a blanket to feel hot. She gave her the blanket.. and she said with a creepy voice: th-thank you... she wore the blanket.. and went through the window while she was whistling... She followed the ghost through the storms... she got hurt by bat, bited by snakes, but she continued following the ghost... Her hair got messed up, she couldnt continue... but she did... She saw a boy.. That was her dead brother.. she tried to hug him but.. she fell into the void.. Luckily, he caught her.. She said with an innocent voice: thank you brother... She followed her sister and brother through the darknes.. where none else belonged there. Her brother & sister hugged her.. She was crying.. because she lost them.. by the murderer.. Sh-she got stabbed.. in the arm by him.. the murderer... She fell on the ground.. crying.. and she were losing a lot of blood.. A little boy.. in her age. fought with the murderer.. and luckily.. he won.. the murderer fell on some rocks, with his head chopped off.. The boy told Bella: Bella, i always think about you when i open my eyes, i think about you every evening when i turn off the lights, i think about you every moment every day of my life, you're on my mind.. I love you.. He kissed her.. they both were crying.. the ghosts walked away.. She-she opened her eyes and told him: I, I love you too... And he hugged him.. The darkness ran away... You saw a light came from the sky.. and went through Bella.. Her arm wasnt bleeding anymore.. You could saw sun.. and clouds, Bella and him were alone, into a forest.. They holded hands.. and progressed.. Thumbs up if you want me to continue it!!

 

George, Peter and Yosif were 3 really close friends. They were adventures or you can say that they loved to go to forbidden zones. Their next goal was to enter the basement of the Scientific Museum.

Everything was ready, they have scouted out the museum and they knew where the big stone key was located. 6 PM they entered the museum. Peter distracted the guards so the other 2 friends can sneak around and grab the key. After they grabbed it they ran through the big hall way which leaded to large wooden stairs. They ran down them and arrived right in front of the basement's door. The key was on Yosif but George insisted to open the door.

Right before he opened it he heard a familiar sound coming from the dark place. He thought it was a mouse, well he hoped it was. They got inside, Peter turned on the lights which were blinking every 30 seconds and they saw things they thought they'd never see. George and Peter saw a caveman with 2 golden teeth riding a horse. What George saw was a dinosaur with a hand watch. George know knew that the sound he had heard a split second ago was the arrow of the watch.

Yosif was looking around and he saw a paper on the ground. He got it to see what it was written on it but he was that shocked that he threw it back on the ground. It was the plan of the museum but at the map there wasn't the place where they were, the basement. The door locked itself.

The End

 

Should be able to finish by tomorrow