Short Story Contest! win an item naming!! (in Contests)

Admiralkiller [Cult of the Valaraukar] July 31 2011 2:48 AM EDT

Okay I will be giving two namings for some short story's. Any type of genre is acceptable.I will be judging, however if anyone would like to help me judge I will accept their help. These persons will not be allowed to enter the contest.(cm me if interested judges)

The best two story's will win a naming of the item they choose. 2 entry's per person. Must be PG. Post in this forum. 1 person Can win both prizes. Please submit your story's within a week of this post. I will allow a couple of hours variance.

(also completely unrelated..Where is our Zombie tourney!)

Admiralkiller [Cult of the Valaraukar] July 31 2011 2:55 AM EDT

Shoot forgot to add 600-1000 words..and any important rules I forgot that maybe be abused I will add...

Xenogard [Chaotic Serenity] July 31 2011 5:26 AM EDT

Be gentle... this was written like 2 years ago and I also had to edit it up a bit.

Entry 1:

Its a cold November night, I watch the flurries of snow flakes as they float down just outside the window. The air outside is crisp and clean, every breath is fresh and rejuvenating. There is a stillness in the dense woods that surrounds the house, not a single sound to be heard for miles. I gaze up into the moon as it stares back down at me. Its full, massive and so bright, reflecting the suns rays through the darkness. The sight of this giant round orb in the sky is soothing to my senses, it fills me with wonderment. There is something about a full moon that has always tickled my brain in ways that I cannot explain. They say many strange and wondrous things happen on the night of a full moon, and I myself am beginning to believe it.

I turn back from the window to face the true reason why I am here tonight. I turn and I see her face, fixated on the soft flickering light of the fire place. She gazes long into the fire, drifting off into her own thoughts, her own little world. What is she thinking?

She turns her head to look back at me and she smiles warmly, her lips so tender, so inviting. She has the face of an angel carved out by God himself. Her eyes were soft and green, looking like emeralds twinkling by the light of the fire. Her hair was long, and black as the nights sky. She motions me towards her with a look in her eyes that is burning with pure passion. I oblige, and I draw myself closer towards her. She lays down on the couch, the fire bathing her in a warm glow. Her body is slender, her skin was pure and white as the snow falling to the ground outside. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes upon.

I bring myself face to face with her, and gently i brush my hand against her cheek. I tell her that I love her, she tells me that she loves me. We begin to kiss passionately, her lips taste so sweet and I realize how much I love her taste. I begin to kiss her neck and she squirms with delight. I run my fingers up and down her backside, caressing her, pulling her closer to me. Our bodies entwined as one, as time seems to stop for us. For we are living only in this moment, and nothing else matters. I hold her in my arms for what seems to be an eternity. She whispers to me that she loves me, I tell her that I love her, and in this moment I feel loved. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes upon.

Suddenly I am startled by the sound of an alarm clock. I leap out of bed, my heart still beating in my chest so loud, my stomach filled with butterflies. This cannot be right. I turn to my side and see that there is no one laying next to me. My heart breaks with the realization that everything I had just experienced was just a dream. How can something that felt so real, that was so real, not be real? I try to go over the dream in my head. Try to remember every little possible detail I can, but the more I try the less I can remember. Until all that I remember is nothing but the feelings that I had for her and how it felt to be loved. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes upon, and now I cant even remember her face because she wasn't real.

True story.

Quyen July 31 2011 6:35 AM EDT

The story begins with a nightly night before the summer vacation ends, because of the nervous i couldnt sleep. when i gone to class i saw many new faces, with just a exception to 2, although i got nothing with them. when i looked around, i saw a group with my name added, so a wild guess was to sit there. and ofcourse that guess was good.The teacher walked in. now that there was silence and nobody moved for a while i could look around to see if there was anything special in the class, but there hardly was, till i put my eyes on the Most beautiful girl i ever saw, i know i will never reach her, yet it looked so close. so yeah, months of months dreaming about her, although i hardly can remember any dream, i kept on sitting around thinking and thinking, till i decided: on the last day of school, i would tell her my feelings.. and ofcourse, i should have known when i thought that, she was sick. my love got flushed away, and felt down for a day, till i heard the news, which didnt make it go away. cause i got parted away, and need to sway to a new path of faith.

True story ^^

Xenogard [Chaotic Serenity] July 31 2011 6:59 AM EDT

Entry 2:

Nature always seems to find a way to make me appreciate the basic things in life, no matter my mood, or how awful the day might be, but in all of my travels I have just stumbled upon the most beautiful clearing I have ever laid eyes upon. It fills my soul with excitement just to gaze upon it in awe and I'm anxious to describe what I see. So I take comfort in the grass around me as I make myself a seat and I begin to watch and listen.

In this clearing sits a narrow river that leads to a short, stubby waterfall (no bigger then myself mind you) and it is surrounded by hundreds of large misshapen rocks. This river flows like a cool breeze on a spring day; calm, soft, silent. I watch in delight as it trickles down through the rocks slowly, steadily, carving out its path through time. It gives me great pleasure in the simple nature of it, how often we take such simple things for granted. I notice the thick green moss that clings to the surrounding rocks still holds the morning dew, as it glistens in the sun like thousands of tiny mirrors reflecting the pure beauty of nature.

Surrounded by an air of tranquility, a calm respite from the modern world, I sit and reflect on all that I see around me. I revel in its magnificence, grace and beauty. Here I am calm with a smile on my face, for not a second goes by that I do not hear the birds singing, belting out their joyous tunes of hope for a new day. My ears are filled with this glorious harmony of natures most talented vocalists. Singing songs that are so ripe with utter perfection, it would lift even the lowliest of souls.

My how I wish I could take to the sky and join in their delight. To fly so free with only the wind beneath my wings. Soaring above clouds without a care in the world. Singing my songs to the heavens, and relishing in the pure simplicity of it all. My how I wish I could join them if even only for a moment. My how I wish things were this simple. But alas, I am man, and nothing is simple.

I envy this simplicity when compared with the daily musings of this human life. There seems nothing better to me then to fancy myself a denizen of the treetops, with naught but gift of song to give to the world. Yet as I sit and reflect on this little choir of morning angels, I cant help be reminded that without my gift of hearing or my love of birdsong that I would not even be in this place enjoying this moment.

While I lay back and begin to let my mind wander I am suddenly reminded of one the dreariest of winter days to have ever played out before my eyes. It was on this day, Whilst stairing through an endless sea of dull white, brown, and green that make up the woods behind my house, I saw four blue jays and a cardinal staring back at me. They did not make a single sound, they quietly sat there, scattered amongst the low sitting branches. It was this alone that gave me hope for that day and it had made me smile. To see colors so vivid amongst such a drab scene Was surely a sight for only my eyes to have seen. The day was quite dim with rain that was so cold it chilled me to the bone, but still that rainbow of color was there for me to behold, once again reminding me that there is beauty in all of nature.. but sadly nothing is that simple.

AdminTitan [The Sky Forge] July 31 2011 3:08 PM EDT

You should rename the title, also 600-1000 words is ungodly short for a short story.

Quyen July 31 2011 3:15 PM EDT

i find 600 words a lot.. :|

And where are Tourneeeyyyyyzzz XD
im serious about the tourney's.

AdminTitan [The Sky Forge] July 31 2011 6:11 PM EDT

When I think of short stories, I think of things like "The Gift of the Magi," "The Most Dangerous Game," and "The Looking Glass." They are no where close to the size of a book, yet even the shortest one of them, "The Gift of the Magi," is over 2000 words. I've written essays at college that were over 4k, 2 page papers are like over 1k words.

AdminTitan [The Sky Forge] July 31 2011 6:14 PM EDT

Here's a link to one of my favorite short stories, "The Fall of the House of Usher" by Edgar Allan Poe, it's a fairly quick read, yet it tops out at around 7k words.

Phoenix [The Forgehood] July 31 2011 7:58 PM EDT

A good 600 word short story is really hard to write; maybe AK intended it to be hard.

I have actually read some decent short stories that were a page to two pages long.

Xenogard [Chaotic Serenity] July 31 2011 9:40 PM EDT

I could easily write a short story that was much longer, however those were just things I had already written before and had saved on the computer already plus were within AKs word limit so I didn't have to write anything new >_>. I used to write short one page stories and dream diaries while I was bored at work and had some free time, these are a product of that.

Admiralkiller [Cult of the Valaraukar] July 31 2011 11:17 PM EDT

quit being wimps. Do it or don't and stop crying.

Admiralkiller [Cult of the Valaraukar] July 31 2011 11:20 PM EDT

Next..... If I write a story that pwns yours you should give some thing more then I am asking now towards CB.

Admiralkiller [Cult of the Valaraukar] July 31 2011 11:31 PM EDT

I am going to place one story. If it's better then yours...SUCK IT!

Shadow xEclipse August 1 2011 10:34 PM EDT

Entry 1:

The only thing to fear, is fear itself. Such a simple phrase, yet it lies out of reach, intertwined in a web of unreality and ill-placed hope. These are the thoughts that flood my dreams...

Lately, I have found that my mind tends to wander much more often then it used too. At any give time, I am susceptible to drift into some kind of daydream, allowing my fears to sneak into my mind and taunt me. These moments make me feel ill of myself and make me question my sanity... I find it difficult to pull myself away from these thoughts, and honestly, it is nearly impossible on my own. In fact, every time I withdraw this deep into my mind, I am always pulled out by an onlooker or family member. It seems that my only hope for saving myself from such trouble resides in the few distractions of my life that liberate me from my mental prison.

Unfortunately, these are the least of my worries; the true horrors exist solely in night. My dreams, or per say, nightmares, are filled with the same fears and thoughts as their brighter counterparts; however, when the sun sleeps, nothing can drag me out of my hell and free me from my chains. On some nights, these horrors escalate to impracticable heights, causing a sudden awakening from my deep sleep. At these times, my fears plague my mind and drive away the already distant idea of sleep. These constant, harsh episodes ebb away at my very life. If continued, I fear there may be nothing left of me to display. The future is a dreadful place, and mine looks quite grim indeed.


Time has passed by and I have finally discovered the cornerstone of my troubles. In recent years, great change has been implemented, and moreover forced, into my life. After reflecting on these changes, I learned that my reason for tormenting myself with my idle, nostalgic thoughts was due to the degree of control I allowed my fears to possess over me. I had fallen victim to my fear of change, my fear of letting go, and my fear of the unknown. Each were small in their own way, but daunting in their alliance. Throughout my trials, I remained idle and yielded as these fears latched a collar around my neck, tugging me to and fro at their very whim. It was not until now that I finally gained insight on my life, that I wasn't a slave to be commanded, but a man to lead his own life.

Thankfully, I have grown far from my older days and seem to be getting better at each and every passing moment. Not a single soul has commented on my recovery, but I know in my heart that things are different. The chance even exists that most people were completely unaware of my condition, simply because it wasn't a struggle with an outside force, but a war against my own conscious. The span of years that this war occurred in was a rather draining period, yet it was necessary for my life to be able to continue. My face saddens and my mind turns to dismay when I think of the person I may have become if not for the series of trials I was faced with. Those very hardships were a key tool in crafting my very nature. In addition, they have taught me a promising secret. Plans have changed for me, allowing me to let the scars on my neck serve as living evidence of that very secret, that fear is not as binding as it seems and that, in fact, it can be overcome.

Yet another true story. ^^

Unappreciated Misnomer August 2 2011 8:42 PM EDT

Alright, walking into work this morning and I'm waiting at the lights to cross the street. As I'm waiting this older lady side saddles and tries to talk to me. I have my noise cancelers on, so I'm trying not to engage her but she keeps talking. As we cross the street she asks if we can talk when we get to the other side. The whole time I'm thinking please don't stab me....

She tells me that her husband beats her and she shows me a bruise on her arm. She says she's gonna leave him, and needs $20 to put a damage deposit on an apartment and has no money because her husband spent it all on booze.

She tells me she'll take my phone number and pay me back when she gets paid. I say I'm sorry and I don't have any money on me. She says it's fine and asks me not to report her to the cops. I say I won't....
We both then keep walking and I don't notice that she walks into the other entrance at Tim's. We both get up to the cash at the same time and she sees me pull out a 20 to pay for my Tim's coffee and I see her pull out one as well. And she gives me a look like "you liar" and I throw one back at her that says "you lied too". Anyway to smooth things over we hooked up in the bathroom.

The moral of the story? If you're gonna hook up in a bathroom, use the handicapped stall. There's just more room in there.

Admiralkiller [Cult of the Valaraukar] August 3 2011 10:27 PM EDT

In a city named Winnipeg, a city which was cold in the winter and full of mosquitoes in the summer their lived a Rat. His name was Thomas. Thomas was a fat rat, with greasy hair. His eyes twitched and so did his nose. He was pretty good looking for a rat.

One day dissatisfied with his meal he had scrounged up from the local dump he decided to visit his father.

モDad?ヤ He said

モYes sonヤ His father replied

モIsnメt there more to life?ヤ Thomas asked

モYes son, but not here! There is a city far west of here with dumps that reach the sky and no rats to compete with for food and Itメs always sunny and warm. Sometimes in winter is so warm that all the snow melts. Everyone who has gone there has loved it so much they never came back!ヤ His father explained with excitement Thomas had not seen in years.

モLets go then Dad we will leave today!ヤ Thomas jumped up and scurried around his fatherヤ Letメs go!ヤ

モSonヤ his father said solemnly モI am to old to make such a journey and you are starting your manhood. Itメs about time you stuck out on your own and started your life. Go now!, donメt look back!ヤ

Thomas said his good byes and departed. Using the moon the guide his way he was able to make the city limits by morning. Thomas settled down in a drainage ditch and slept.

Thomas woke up just before nightfall to the most spectacular sunset he had seen in his life. Glorious colours swirled around the sun and the clouds had a million hues of purple, blue, orange and colours Thomas never knew even existed. Thomas looked back towards Winnipeg . It was dark grey and dreary. It almost seemed to frown. He wondered if city could even do that?

モNah thatメs absurd モ He said out loud

Thomas continued westward for many nights following the stars they way his father taught him. Having close calls with owls, hawks, eagles and falcons. Skirting busy roads, dodging cars and giant trucks. He had fallen asleep one night next to a long steel rail that extended into the horizon east and west for as far as the eye could see. It had soaked up the suns rays and was sure to keep him warm well into the night. A few hours later, after the warmth had left the steel rail Thomas was deep in sleep. His paws twitching and little squeals escaped his mouth. Only Thomas knew what he was dreaming .

Thomas awoke with a start! The ground was starting to tremble and with a noise like he never had heard. Was it some kind of monster? Everything was bright all around him. Was it already day? This light seemed unnatural and cast a long shadow. Thomas turned ready to at least fight if he was going to die. What he saw horrified him so much he could only wince back with his hands in the air. A horn blared. The loudest horn he had ever heard. It hurt his ears. Thomas Cupped his ears and crouched into a ball. In a short few seconds everything got louder, the ground rumbled more and he could see light through his eyelids. Everything came to a crescendo and just when he thought that he was going to die. It roared over him. The steel rails had saved him. He was too low for this monster to get him. Once it passed he quickly scrambled away and for the rest of his life he never went near tracks.

Thomasメs monster was of coarse a train.

Thomas continued westward. There was less trees. Tall grass grew everywhere. Thomas hurried up tree to get his bearings. He looked west. He sawナナAn ocean of gold as far as the eye could see. It seemed to moved with the wind in a endless dance of lazy love that had gone on for an eternity and would continue well after Thomas left. Thomas quickly realized that this grass was The Great Plains his dad had told him about.

Thomas continued west through fields of all kinds, he at himself fat on farmers fields of all different varieties. Night after night he traveled. He started to get bored, he started to get sick of healthy food. He wanted garbage! Yet night after night he went. Occasionally he climbed a house or some odd object just to see more waving fields. He started to think the light breeze was mocking him and the grass was actually an ocean attempting to drown him. He persevered and trekked westward yet more nights and more and more.

After what seemed like an eternity the ground slopped upwards slightly, He looked up from his feet, calloused hard from the hundreds of hiked kilometers and he saw the crest of a hill. He ran full speed to the top and his chest fell. He saw only more field. He fell slumped and defeated. He slept depressed through the day then the night. Then at dawn He woke and looked west in the distance he saw rolling hills, and could those be mountains even past in the distance? There was an orange odd glow from the still dark sky. It was city lights.

Thomas rushed forward, past fields, past a signpost and another without looking. Thomas heard a snap sound and it was the last thing he ever heard. He was killed in a giant trap. His head crushed and his little brains squished out the side. An eye had come out of itメs socket and his tongue was half torn off from biting it. The good side. He died instantly so he felt no pain.

The sign above his head said


(of coarse it was in English a language rats could not understand had Thomas looked at it, it would have meant nothing)

Admiralkiller [Cult of the Valaraukar] August 6 2011 10:44 PM EDT

Not many entry's! Going 2 be two easy too give these away! I am giving away to of them after all.

See what I did thar?

Admiralkiller [Cult of the Valaraukar] August 7 2011 12:43 PM EDT


Admiralkiller [Cult of the Valaraukar] August 8 2011 8:14 PM EDT

Xeno and shadow each win one.

Cm me for details
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