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Post by ~Rikku~ on Oct 29, 2008 20:24:44 GMT -5
Sorry didn't get this up before, so this doesn't have to be done by Halloween.
Requirements- Must be at least a paragraph. Due by November 10.
Options- Characters can be from anything, can or cannot be Halloween themed.
Winners will be picked the following day. You can either continue this thread and post the story in public, or you can PM me if you need it to be edited/do not want others to see it.
Happy Halloween!
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Post by VaatiFan101 on Oct 30, 2008 17:32:34 GMT -5
Here is my story: My Year 12 Formal by Vaatifan101 As the police lead me into my prison cell, it gives me time to think. I can't believe what I have done...the horror has only just begun to sink in. The police have taken photos of me, fingerprinted me and taken DNA samples. I am a criminal... *** My nightmare evening will be explained in due time, but first...I need to tell you about the people who it features more. I had a best friend named Lucy Karlas who I used to be practically attached at the hip with. I only realised this fact as we were both entering our teenage years-I loved her. She was so beautiful; she was delicate with blond hair and a slim frame. I wanted to be her boyfriend. She never would have considered a guy like me, though. I was quiet and sensitive; soft-spoken, if you want to get to the point. I was never the type to go out and cause trouble. I preferred to read and sing while other guys went out with their girlfriends. I preferred to paint and draw while other guys rode skateboards and were doing things with girls that I didn't want to think about. My mother always said that I could be anything I wanted, if I would only go out and be with other teenagers. Don't think of me as anti-social because I hid away, I was very shy. I had long brown hair which I wore in a ponytail, and an earring...both which earned me the titles of 'gay' and 'girly'. Boys who were bold were seen to have higher social status then shy guys. You were a loser if you were sensitive. That's what Markus, Lucy's boyfriend believed. When Lucy and Markus first got together, it broke my heart. She was so innocent...and he so brutal. She was being tarnished. I couldn't stand being labelled gay; it made school so hard to get through. Boys picked on me, girls ignored me. I didn't even have Lucy anymore. She was so distracted by her jerk of a boyfriend she didn't have time for me anymore. I knew that the Formal would be hard. I would be sitting by myself, I could see it. If I even tried to talk to someone I knew the outcome. They would sneer at me. I didn't want to suffer throughout the night. I wanted to stay home and paint, but my mother forced me to go. She bought me a suit to wear and some new shoes. Sighing unhappily, I dressed for it. I combed my hair back, and put it in a velvet hairband. My mother hugged me and took photos of me. She showed me them. I was the pure image of sorrow. That was appropriate. I felt like I was heading towards my death. I had so many indescribable feelings...I know one was love. I knew one of them wasn't hope; I'd lost that a long time ago. All my dreams...were practically gone. I had only a slither of dreams left. That went into my art. I don't know why I bothered; no one liked my art anyway. It was too weird, in other people's opinions. People liked to destroy it. *** At the Formal, I sat at a table with some other people. I did not even try to start a conversation; if I could blend into the background as much as possible that was preferred. I saw Lucy at the next table with Markus. Lucy looked so beautiful...it hurt to look at her. She was simply radiant. She was a white strapless ballgown with a low cut front, and diamond jewellery. She looked like a princess. A princess I wanted to shower with my love and gifts. It pained me so much to see her with someone else, especially a bully. Speaking of which, I saw her brute of a boyfriend stomping towards me. He signalled to his friends. "Get the gay!" My arms were grabbed, and I was pulled off my chair. Fists began to pummel me from all directions. I made no move to resist. Markus tugged my hair and punched me in the face. One of his cronies pulled at my earring and tore my earlobe. This I gave a shriek at. I heard my blood pattering on the floor. At that moment, I lost it. My sense of control snapped. I grabbed a steak knife off the table, and stabbed Markus repeatedly, panting with rage. I kept going, no matter what. I was soaked in blood; my black suit was dripping with it. My hands were soaked in blood. It looked like I was wearing crimson gloves. Screams were echoing throughout the ballroom, people were running out of there in case I went for them. I grinned manically at the cronies, who fled also. What a bunch of sooks. Scared so easily. I looked up and saw Lucy come towards me. "My lovely Lucy, what you wanted me to do is done...he's dead now. I'm so happy, we can be together now. We can be a couple." I smiled up at her. "You seriously thought I would fall into your arms if you killed Markus? You are so stupid. How could you possibly believe that? You are truly a moron if you think I'd ever date a loser like you. Get real. You are such an idiot. Why would I date you, anyway? You're a pariah." Lucy laughed into my face. I responded by stabbing the knife into her neck. The knife ripped her throat and forced blood onto me. My face was red...as was the ground all around me. I killed the one I loved. She'd told me if I murdered her boyfriend, she and I would become lovers. I, helplessly in love with her, fell for it. I agreed to her plans in the hopes I would gain Lucy's love. I was wrong. So wrong. I would sit in jail for an eternity for this. My spirit had died with Lucy. I-I can't believe I killed her...I hated myself now. I knew that her beauty would not haunt and tease me-her spirit would in my dreams. As the police snapped handcuffs onto my wrists, I bowed my head. I did not look at Lucy's body as I went out, but I looked at Markus's. "Rot in hell, you big bully!" I was shoved into the police car and taken to jail. *** That's my story, plain and simple. I am a murderer. A foolish boy who loved a girl with all his passion. I have let my family down; my parents will be so ashamed of me. I can't help it, though. My life has been full of torment and pain, now it won't be anymore. What life can I have though? I'm behind bars for two counts of murder. It does feel unfair, though. I was attacked first. I'm ashamed that I killed Lucy, but I am happy I murdered Markus. If I could, I'd kill him again. That'd be great. The blood is sticky, though. Eww. I wish I could wash it off. My message to you, reader, is this-don't fall for the same play I did. If a girl or guy offers you the same chance, don't fall for it. Follow my message-don't fall for tricks that girls like Lucy use. You're an idiot if you fall for it. I hope you all like it.  |
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Post by ~Rikku~ on Oct 30, 2008 17:47:09 GMT -5
...whoa  |
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Post by VaatiFan101 on Oct 30, 2008 17:51:31 GMT -5
Did you like it? |
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Post by ~Rikku~ on Oct 30, 2008 17:57:12 GMT -5
Yep. Plus I think it is Halloween themed, because it's SCARY D:
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Post by VaatiFan101 on Oct 30, 2008 18:02:26 GMT -5
It was supposed to be a nice story but I decided to make it a horror story. XD I got 20/20 for it during exam times. |
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Post by ~Rikku~ on Oct 30, 2008 18:16:03 GMT -5
Well, you did a good job of horrifying me XP
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Post by VaatiFan101 on Oct 30, 2008 18:27:42 GMT -5
It was supposed to scare you. XD I'm glad you like it. Happy Halloween. ^^
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