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| 12 Nov 2011 09:53 AM |
I remember last night, before everything had happened. I told my brother there was nothing in the coffin in our dusty, muggy basement. But boy was I wrong.
My name is Dexter Illinis. I’m a normal boy, play some sports, so I guess I’m your average guy. I don’t have any muscles to fight off any supernatural creature, that’s for sure.
Today, at about 3:00 PM I started to take the steps down our creaky stairs into our pitch black basement. I had brought a flashlight just in case. I fought off all the cobwebs that seemed to attack my face, and took the final step to hit the ground. My brother had said the coffin was straight ahead of the stairs, so I just kept walking until I hit was felt like a table. I flashed my flashlight to it and noticed that it had a latch. I grabbed it, and flicked it open. Dust covered my face heavily, but I brushed it off.
I didn’t realize what I would find within the coffin. I thought it’d be some kind of mean prank from my older brother, which was what usually happened. But when I saw what was inside, I was scared out of my mind.
It looked like a body, from what I could see with my flashlight. A body dressed in a torn, bloody tuxedo. Its face was pale white. The creepiest part was its eyes were wide opened and staring right back at me.
“Oh thanks for opening that.” It said as it stepped out.
“Hello?” I half greeted, half asked.
“Sorry about this, but I’m REALLY thirsty…” he whispered. Suddenly, he launched toward me, knocking me to the floor. Apparently I hit my head really hard on the floor so I don’t remember anything about it; at least that’s what he told me. All I know now is that I have this huge scar on my neck that I can’t seem to get rid of, and my thirst is never quenched as if I am always dehydrated. The sun also always seems like a thousand degrees when I go outside as it burns my skin.
Everything since that day has been weird. My parents can’t seem to figure out the problem either. I tried to contact the man in the coffin but I couldn’t find him after that faithful day.
So, about twenty minutes ago, I was watching TV with my older brother in the living room which was about a foot away from my mother’s bedroom. I could’ve sworn I saw something flash by outside the window, and if I’m right its face was pale. I grew very worried, but decided not to say anything. I knew something wasn’t right about that man.
I now hear a scream come from my mother’s room. I look at my brother and he looks back; we both know to get up from our seats and run to her room. When we walk in there, we see a messy blood bath and the man eating her body.
Something kicked in the back of my head to go to my mother’s body and drink her blood. I don’t know what it was, but I did it anyways and it was great. The man and I soon attacked my brother and drank his blood, too.
“Good, good. I must move on now, you should too.” The man said. He then flew off into the distance through the open window.
I still don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I decided to fly with him instantaneously
I think this story is a bit weaker than my first. Comment if you want my third entry as well :)
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| 12 Nov 2011 09:58 AM |
Ill just post the third one. I personally like this one alot :P It's about a russian roulette, and takes place during the cold war.
“Do it, now!” one of the Russians said. He pointed his gun at the two U.S Army members. “I said now! You’ll both die if you don’t!”
Joseph and Robert looked at each other and gulped. They knew that they had to do this, one way or the other. One person was going to die.
Robert unloaded all the bullets in his revolver except for one. They fell to the floor with a loud bump. He then put his gun to Joseph’s head, and spun the chamber until it was spinning like a wheel on a car. Joseph looked at Robert as he pulled the trigger.
The Russians had a big disappointing sigh when no bullet was fired out of the gun. “One of you will die and the other will give us information! Both your lives are over either way so let’s make this quick!” one of the Russians screamed into Robert’s ear.
Robert handed his gun to Joseph. “Yeah, let’s make this quick.” He frowned. He knew that if he died, his entire family would miss him, as for Joseph.
Joseph repeated the process of emptying the chamber except for one, spinning it, and pulled the trigger while pointing the gun to Robert’s head.
The Russians jumped up and down with joy while Joseph yelled out in fright, staring at the bloody body which now lay on the floor. The worst part was Robert’s eyes were still wide open. He kneeled down, and closed them. “Goodbye, my friend.”
Joseph was hit in the back of his head with something heavy. Joseph thought it was a gun during his unconsciousness. He soon awoke, however, strapped to a chair in a dimly lit room.
All he could see was a Russian’s face in front of him, glaring at him. “You’re going to answer our questions or you’ll die, along with your little friend. Understand?”
Joseph replied, “Alright, alright. What do you want to know you stupid Russian?”
“Don’t try me!” he raised a gun and pointed it at Joseph. “Answer me now! Where is the U.S keeping their nuclear bombs?!”
Joseph told him, “Okay, I’ll be honest. At least a couple are hidden in submarines on the east coast. Can I leave now?” The Russian smiled. “Good, good. You did well. One last job, we will put a tracker on to you. You must tell the U.S we have disposed of all nuclear bombs and our aeronautics campaign has been torn down. When you wake up you will be in the president’s office. Good bye.” He was knocked in the back of the head once again. “Joseph? Are you awake?” JFK asked. This awoke Joseph.
“Huh? Oh yes sorry. I must tell you something about Russia. While I was kidnapped I gained some new Intel; they have disposed of all nuclear bombs and their aeronautics campaign is torn down. We should end the Cold War as we have no more reason to keep going onward.”
“Okay. I believe you, but if you’re lying, we will hunt you down and you will go to prison for a lifetime. I hope your doing the U.S a favor. God help us all.” John said. “Goodbye.”
A week later, Joseph couldn’t stand living with himself being a traitor to his country. He picked up his revolver, and attempted playing Russian roulette when suddenly the cops busted down his door.
“Joseph Otto McWest, you are under arrest for lying to the U.S and causing disaster to the east coast! Thousands have been bombed by nukes!” Joseph willingly let himself into custody.
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| 12 Nov 2011 10:02 AM |
| Hot damn, these are good. Especially the third one. |
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| 12 Nov 2011 10:04 AM |
| Btw, the stories can only be 600 words so thats why their so short. |
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| 12 Nov 2011 10:04 AM |
| I'm also currently writing a book, I really admire people who write like this! Great job! :) |
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| 12 Nov 2011 10:06 AM |
Thanks. Now, I posted this story before and alot of people saw it but if you didnt see the first entry here it is:
I raised my claymore to the unknowing dragon, and slashed right through its body. I felt no pity for taking the life of this dragon. As I saw its body fall to the ground, I fell to my knees as well. I started to weep, to weep harder than I ever have. I kicked the dragon’s lifeless body, and stared at it with my cold eyes. Its eyes were as dim as my mother and father’s eyes had been when their lives were taken.
I remembered back to a couple of days ago, when all this had started. It was a normal day; I was practicing sword play with my father, the father who had taught me practically everything I knew about living in this cold world. My mother had been cooking us some duck stew to eat, which we had barely obtained from the pond. We were slowly running out of food to eat. It had seemed like a perfectly normal day. My father was telling me how to parry somebody’s attack. I had near perfected it, when suddenly the left side of the house had burst into flames. It was a terrifying sight, seeing the entire left side of the house burn down into just rubble. Then, at first I didn’t see what it was, something crushed the area where my mother was cooking. It just sat there, like it was some kind of seat cushion on a perfectly crafted stool. I caught one last look into my mother’s eyes; they were calling out to me, signaling goodbye. I started to cry. I had just witnessed my own mother’s death. Looking at the area that crushed her just made me cry even more. I was hysterical with tears. I looked into my father’s eyes; it was as if all life had been sucked out of him without mother. He knew his fate, however; to die alongside my mother, the love of his life.
He yelled at me, “Son, get out of here! Now!” Any person would think he was angry at me, but I knew better. I guess it is because of our father-son bond, but I could tell he was also signaling goodbye. There was sweat on his chin, his brow had been raised all the way to the top of his forehead, and his eyes were full of sorrow. He threw me the claymore, the family’s claymore, and yelled, “Take this sword! You are the heir to the Drake family!” The tears still streaming down my entire face like Niagara Falls, I ran. I ran for my life, away from the house, up the hills, and to a safe area. From this safe area, I could see my father practically let himself die as he was on his knees awaiting his death. I looked at him one last time, but then knew I must move on. I heard his petrified scream, which made me cry even more.
I then saw the creature that had killed them. A dragon about fifty feet wide and thirty feet tall. From that second, I knew what I must do; slay the dragon with the family’s sword. I never knew it would be this painful to avenge the family. Sure, I killed the dragon. But what else was there? What else was there to do with life? I lay there, still crying about everything when a white mist seemed to float down below me. “Jack… I love you…” the mist whispered in my mother’s voice. It was her spirit! I looked up, heard the voice’s words, realizing I could live on.
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| 12 Nov 2011 10:07 AM |
bbbbbuuuuuummmmmpppppp
god these stupid peta threads are bringing this one down |
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| 12 Nov 2011 10:09 AM |
-Covers story with Peta-Resistant sheet- No worries! :3 |
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| 12 Nov 2011 10:09 AM |
| Anybody else? If you view this please comment -.- |
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| 12 Nov 2011 10:13 AM |
views 44 posts 12
what is wrong with this |
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| 12 Nov 2011 10:30 AM |
| Now this is the real last bump. |
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| 12 Nov 2011 10:33 AM |
Holy... 606 views... than look at the replys.
This is sad :P |
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