Here it is again, the rather belated writing contest. In the writing contest, there are several rounds that will go until there is only ONE winner left. Very plain and simple.

RULES:

1. No plagiarizing
2. Try not to take things so literally
3. If there is too much gore or adult themes, please leave a warning to the reader, and perhaps post it elsewhere. Google Docs may work.
4. Don't fight the other contestants.
5. If you're unable to finish writing, let us know earlier on.
6. If you're joining in, please reserve a post, and come back to edit your story or information in.

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ROUND ONE

"There are are songs linked here with a number, please pick one.

You are writing a story that goes with the lyrics, works with the lyrics. No, you are not exactly writing your own personal story with your own world and background that comes to mind with the story. While yes, you may have a new character (if song doesn't say character already), but it has to stick with the transition and plot of the song. So for example, if I read the song lyrics, and read your story, can I SEE that happening? When I read your story, can I hear echos of the song in the 'background'? Anyays, other than that, how you'd want to go about with the story is your own business.

(before anything is misunderstood, if you manage to work your already made character into this, and make it work with the song and its lyrics while still echoing the song and all the feelings in the background, then go for it. I just don't want to see a 'random pink pony' pop out of nowhere,lol.)"

THE MUSIC:

1. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yv2Mj8vUe88

2. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLgPNilXHM4

3. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2SClinFNQtI

4. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GFbBF3iv_Jc

5. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Edj9sFVdouw

6. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ebWjEz3oJU

7. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5DRkXJCRM64

8. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKLMYZlbIb8

9. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MyAGNdghwrw

10. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MHGtlEYZBA

11. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=15JCb6P60Vw

12. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OKu0do-Y9sE

13. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u0HtxsWaP-o

14. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DfIFB7Zp_WE

15. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gkBvlECGi8

16. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohB5AOsqNF8

17. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLoy6WDX4U0

18. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OiSFPN37hhE

19. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWr4yjxNKzA

20. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wsPDQ1Mtk6s

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Deadline:

April 30th, 6:30pm (game time)

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PING ME PLEASE

I would like to give this a go =)

Notes:

- Since quotation marks do not work, these ~~ will symbolise dialogue.

- My story is based off song #10: Hello by Evanscence

Warnings if anyone is triggered:
- mentions of kidnapping
- bittersweet/depressing/just generally sad


The shadows grow larger. The taunting loud. Fingers jab and point at my shrivelled form. I look into all the glinting eyes and the shaking starts again. Leather shoes ram my body into the ground, my face full of dust and grit. But Im used to it. Ever since...

My mind begins to wander again, but the incessant ringing of the bell saves me. The bullies sneer at my thin, pitiful body before running off, taking my patchy old bag with them. Then all is silent until the pitter-patter of rain begins to fall, the sky releasing its tears for me as I refuse to cry myself. I cant, I made a promise.

-

~Hello?~

I push open the front door of my rickety house. With no reply, as usual, I look to the couch. I spot mum, still in a drunken stupor. Also as usual. The pictures on the walls follow me as I walk towards my room. I linger at one specific photo. Michael. His face as bright and bubbly as I remember. I flop onto my bed, checking my body for bruises that Im certain will be there. My old, rundown laptop and Manila file containing everything about Mikeys case stare me in the eye. The obsession takes over. I must find Mikeys abductor. I will find Michael, no matter the cost. I settle comfortably and start searching through the file for possibly the millionth time, not listening to the part of my brain telling me its hopeless. That my baby brother is dead. For it is not true. They buried the wrong body, the similarity in the size, hair colour, eye colour all must be a coincidence. Because I know he is not dead. He cant be.

-

The night is over before I know it, and having found nothing new, I collapse I as remember school. The only reason I still go is because Michael would probably want me to. Otherwise I would be home everyday, searching for any bit of information on his case. I need to find him. He is my lifeline, my precious jewel.

-

I arrive at school and immediately head to my home room class, hoping the bullies will leave me alone today. I slink in a seat at the back and keep my head down. The teacher is calling out the role when the schools counsellor comes in. Asking for me. I grudgingly get up and walk with her towards the office. I am quiet the entire way, knowing what is about to happen.

-

My mum moves towards us and tucks me in a large embrace. I hate it. My mother has never helped me, not since Michael went missing. Ive barely talked to her for months and whenever I see her she is asleep or using alcohol. She doesnt care.

~Why am I here?~ I ask coldly.

My mother looks at the counsellor and nods.

~Lila... your mother called me today, she said she found old files on the case of your brother in your room. Why would that be?~

~I need the information so I can find him since all the adults refuse to be of help. Michael is still out there and Im going to find him.~

~Honey, Michael is gone. Dont you remember the funeral? The open coffin? Did you not see him?~

~That wasnt him, that was a different innocent boy. An imposter. Michael is still out there. I can feel it.~

~Michael is dead. Please, you need to move on. You havent eaten for ages. We are worried about you.~

~I will prove you all wrong, he is still alive. You cannot convince me otherwise. The boys body was mutilated, only a genetic scan can make me believe it was him.~

~That is why we are here. The scan was delayed, but we have it now.~

~And it wasnt Michael, was it?~ I asked triumphantly.

~Im sorry baby, but it was.~ My mother whispered, rubbing my arm as she showed me the green text meaning positive.

I was numb.

I noticed a substance, leaking out my eye. Then I ran.

-

Finally, the tears came out as I fell to my knees. My lungs giving out. I looked around and realised where my legs had carried me to. The cemetery. I wandered through the graves until I arrived at one in particular. Michaels. So he was dead. All this time I spent, refusing to acknowledge the fact. Because Michael was the sweetest, kindest little boy anyone would ever meet. And I truly do not understand how someone is capable of hurting a person like that. A person so innocent and loveable.

~Hello Mikey,~ I whispered. ~Its been a while, huh?~

~Im sorry. Im sorry that this happened to you. That I wasnt strong enough to save you, to be there for you. You must have been so scared. You werent meant to leave without me. Please, I need you. I swear the monster who did this will meet justice. But I know you are happy now. I hope one day I will see you again, and we can start our journey from where it was cut short. I love you, Mikey. Thankyou for being my little brother. I am the luckiest person alive.~

The tears finally stopped and a ray of sun hit my face. I close my eyes in thanks. I know he heard me. I know he will wait for me. I was correct in feeling that he was still alive. His spirit lives on in me.

I know I will always mourn him, for the rest of my life. But there is nothing I can do now. I open my eyes, and take the first step in a life that is no longer held back. For I am no longer numb. I will live for Mikey.

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Anyway, thats the end guys. I kind of interpreted the song as that. About somebody who lost someone and struggled to move on. Hope you enjoyed :)

Sure :)

I chose #10--Hello. It spoke to me *nods*

Here it is, hope you enjoy it ^_^

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OeVeI-ONQnRuSTE85ly_DGCHpEqH3mM5Z4M_f2A8RqM/edit

Made an edit to the post above, please have a look. Thanks.

*bump*

Seems interesting, reserved post for moi.

Gonna do the last one, I love Blackmoore's nights!

UNFINSHED

Ocean Gypsy Reserved spot

Muireann-sea fair

Muireann looked away from all the men.They all wanted her, but she didn't want any of them.She liked the life she had, living on the move, they wanted her to settle down.She laughed at that thought.i'm a gypsy, what did they expect?.Her glance stole over a few of the men, half of them seemed drunk.Throughout the night many of them tried to earn her hand by offering her riches,rings,land,false love.But she declined them all

Cool

I'd be interested in this!

May I pick song 2: Disturbed: Haunted?

Escape

"Security breach in containment sector 9." The sirens wailed out into the silence and an eerie red glow cut through the blackness. A pair of light feet shot through the building at a terrifying pace. He tore through the decontamination room and out the unguarded exit before the system had time to activate.

Freedom.

"Security breach in containment sector 9." The creature ran faster, at an impossible speed, the stench of adrenaline caught on the wind, now. They had mobilized. But they were too stupid; Too slow.

The docking bay was close by. A single pod sat, waiting. A lone figure stood watch and urgently motioned for the escapee to enter the pod.

The escapee snarled. A makeshift crowbar is raised.

A shocked cry from the benefactor.

A sharp crack to the skull.

Sorry. The quick moment of remorse is swiftly replaced by an overwhelming surge of energy.

The ship is primed. The engines fire. Escape velocity is reached.

The creature takes one last look at that god-forsaken ball of rock.

Freedom