Username: Pirana
ID: 59655
What genres/types of stories you like writing the most: Action and adventure (usually involves some romance), horror, and fanfic.
A short price of writing, can be about anything:. Can I copy and paste a part from a story i have?


Starts Here:

I woke in a labyrinth, it was dark at first. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light, it was still dark but now there was a red tint to the room around me.

"Oww!" I cried as I began to stand and felt a sharp pain stab through my side.

As I rose higher I breathed in the stench of mold and damp cardboard. I could hear drops of water echo in the labyrinth as they hit the cold stone floor. I felt the freezing floor underfoot and realized I had been stripped of my shoes. As I shifted to look down at my feet I saw clothes that I had never worn or owned before.

"Where did these come from?" I shivered from the freezing air.

I worry a short sleeve shirt made if thin blood red fabric that the air we t right through. Over the shirt was a thick long sleeved camouflage jacket. My pants were black with variously placed pockets, one right under my left knee, another under my right, and two in the normal places that you'd find pockets.

As I tried to stand I began to feel dizzy and felt back down. Slowly, very slowly I bent to one knee and checked the pockets on my pants legs for any objects or clues as to why I was here. I found nothing so I checked the dirty back that lie on the floor just inches from where I had woken. Inside I found a long carefully braided rope, a canteen of water (empty), and a key.

"A key... I wonder what it's for?" I said to myself.

Then, I turned so suddenly it was as if my feet had a mind it their own. A dark figure slipped out from the shadows of the wall. I hadn't even noticed before it was as if whoever it was had been apart of the wall just moments before. As the dark formed moved into the light I realized it was a boy (probably around my age) with light brown hair and dark brown eyes. I looked closer into his eyes and saw they were a dark pool of sadness. He regarded the blonde girl standing before him with a nod then stuffed his hands into the pocket of his gray hoodie. Under his hoodie he wore an even lighter gray shirt with the collar sticking out, black pants, and black converse with a single white stripe sliding down the middle.


I think that's good enough for now.

Welcome to the contest! ^-^
I'm so excited you decided to enter!

Welcome to the contest!
I'd love to see the rest of the story, definitely.

Maybe a prompt with a very small specific amount of words? Eg, 10, 12 word story, makes you think about word choice c:

(Do I have time for this? Hahaha no. Will I enter anyway? Of course)
Username: Goldenfeather74
ID: 76240
Genres: Fantasy, Fanfiction, Science Fiction, I would love to write scary stories if I was good at ending things
Example:
The old red house stood silent, and she had an intense feeling of apprehension. It looked ordinary enough; black shutters and white gables, and a nice patio entryway with a room above it. The lawn was well-kept, with not a weed nor flower. It was certainly not like the other houses she had been to that day.
An old man was staring at her through the glass doors. She uncertainly paced on the sidewalk before deciding he wasn't going to come out to greet her. That would've made it easier. She strode purposefully up the walk, trying to appear confident as she gathered her nerves. She wondered for the umpteenth time why she was in this line of work. She hated being the one to tell stubborn old men and tearful old ladies that they needed to leave their home.
It wasn't fair. Jackson got to make all the decisions, and send her out as a scapegoat, making her the monster. She would swear on her life that whenever she dropped her aging mother off at the bingo place, half of her mother's friends would give her the stink eye.
Maybe they should be grateful. She was possibly saving their lives after all.
Still, she knew how they felt. It was only a matter of time before her childhood home was next on the list. She had been trying to distract her coworkers, but she couldn't keep them away from it forever. It was an old house, practically rotting from the inside out. One day the rafters would up and give, and then it would be on her hands. There was nothing wrong with procrastinating, however.
She seized her wandering mind and stared straight forward again, but not before her refocusing eyes noticed that the grass was fake. That was common with houses with older inhabitants. Either too much work to maintain or not enough money to hire somebody. However, she was slightly more confused when she realized that the shrubbery on either side of the entryway was also made of plastic.
She knocked on the door, and the man on the other side made no move to open it.
Well, she couldn't wait all day. She briefly dug through her briefcase before opening the door herself.
"Lauren Witherwood, foreclosure. I'm sorry, but your house is not safe to live in." She handed him the notice.
"Well that's certainly true," said the man, not taking the paper.
"You must understand, then. The readings we have recieved from the mandatory emissions monitor have been off the charts. I'm surprised you're not dead already. That's a lot of carbon monoxide."
"I knew I should have gotten someone to take that blasted thing down years ago. There's no carbon monoxide. Come in here, and you'll change your mind."
"I'm sorry, I'm just the person on the field, you'll have to talk to my boss..."
"Come in. Then you'll change your mind." He seemed to be mainly mumbling to himself.
She stepped across the threshold with a shiver. The house was unnaturally cold. From what she had heard, old people usually liked it warm. Her mother often had the thermostat at ninety.
He didn't seem to be a man who cared about comfort, however. From what she could see, the furniture was bare, and covered in a layer of dust. No blankets or pillows were in sight.
"Please just take this notice," she begged. "I need to make it to a date after this."
"I'm afraid I can't do that."

Welcome to the contest! ^-^

Thanks. I tend to write things with deeper meanings. so thank you!

The story must be 630 words +.

And it must include a disaster they cannot fix but only get used to.

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