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Week Seven (Dec. 8- Dec. 14) DONE
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Words: approx. 1015
Genre: Fiction
By: Arthur
Notes: the subject moon called up for something about moonlight. If you ask me, ‘moon’ and elves go together, especially this time of the season, so I composed this story.
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Love Wood
The winter was coming. It was always a good idea to bring in fresh fire wood for the chimney fires. And stoke up the fire meant bringing in the best firs from the forest trees around Love Wood.
Mysable the youngest of the elves to be allowed to work grabbed onto a large branch. She shook in what might be best described as simple fright. A pile of higher branch snow slid off the tops of the tree covering her so completely she looked like a snow man.
“What was that?” recovering from the quake elves shot back and forth clearing door steps and walk ways again since tree tops let go of all the snow caking.
Mysable thought about going back to her house until she learned what had been happening. But instead seeing a crowd of elves in a group she came over to them to listen in to what they were saying.
The earth shook all right. And it was the worse damage ever in elves history. Large crater sized of deepest cracks appeared in the grounds surrounding Love Wood.
Mysable looked at what had caused the earth around Love Wood to shake. Elves had taken out measuring tapes to asset what the cracks measured. They were at least thirty five feet wide in average, and ran all in curving straight lines.
That night, before supper a town meeting was in congregation. The mayor and town doctor had been thinking up ways to keep the peace of Love Wood. The elves had imaginations, and several groups envisioned stories of the end of the world. The mayor took a podium to speak, “what we must do is find out from where the cracks come and how many.”
Hollers of agreeing from a vast crowd. Many out of towns’ elves came tonight knowing they would assist in what had been rumored as the end.
A horse stampede began. Hundreds of elves had dashed off into North or South directions to follow the different inevitable cracks that had scourged the land from those original directions, thirty five feet wide. Some rumored it would have to have been cold weather from the north and follow them, others unsure but the cracks go down leading to the south. A good argument, but what proof was there?
Mysable had gone with her father and four brothers. They had gone north. They stopped after many miles, and into the morning. Mr. Whiskers Elves and his four sons wanted coffee. Mysable with Jinnee her oldest brother built a fire.
Whiskers took little time to tell his family how grateful he was they were together. Jinnee had brought a music instrument and made flute songs with it. The dawn passed. They felt exhaustion. They thought they wouldn’t be able to go on, but they did. They mounted their horses and continued north into regions unknown.
To their amazement they came upon a castle that had a black cloud with lightening striking out above it. The mouth of the moat was dry, and didn’t need a bridge across because it wasn’t deep either. But a strange place it was.
Mysable sped up to the front warning her farther that it wasn’t safe. He decided she was saying this for protection, but now unsure himself, sent two boys ahead to go down the moat and cross over to the castle to enter it.
The moon had shown its face. It was nearly noon, but the sun began hiding behind the clouds of lightening just above the castle. The moon was the only light for miles around. But the far distances looked bright as day as ever.
A new group of elves arrived to the castle, having followed another crack that led to the castle. They met with Whiskers as Mysable was looking after her brothers with watchful eyes.
Then another group, and yet other groups of elves also appeared. And elves from other parts of the world too. They had all followed the same cracks that had been so deep in the ground all leading away from the castle.
Leaders of the groups had gotten together to asset their power as an attacking army if they had trouble gaining access to the mysterious castle.
Mysable brothers had crossed the moat and climbed up to the gate by now, and looking into the castle it appeared empty of enemies. Ferny shot a message across the moat. Whiskers took the arrow and read the message.
“No Nabobs appears here. Castle looks safe, we will wait here. What will happen if we lower the bridge for elves crossing?”
Whiskers took the message to the army’s leaders. They hadn’t been in any hurry to solve this mystery, but in their bad tempers, they were busy setting up camps behind the forest trees near the castle.
The cracks had spread from the castle and heading in a downward curving line, causing destruction of its path.
Within hours they sent message to lower the bridge that would lead across to the castle. Ferny and Jinnee lowered the bridge. Hundreds of elves crossed.
Mysable rushed to her father’s side, worried of an early victory that spelled doom. But once across seeing something was odd with the quietness of the castle only. Mysable and Ferny had been going through a room that had a secret passage that led to a secret dungeon. There were magical levers and magical potions. And a door that was wide open that will lead outside into a wooded valley and had showing foot steps of recent people that left the door open. They must have left in a hurry. Afraid the potion that caused the ground to explode had been their coming doom.
Why they had not returned or just left after their devious experiments would be a mystery. The elves had looked but found no signs of the castle residents. None of the elves were aware there was even a castle here. In years past, maps had not shown it. So they needed to guard it for the possibility that the wizard casters will return.
The End
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Hey, moderators, once you post a story for the contest, can you THEN put it on goodreads?? I'm putting up a story regardless, but...
Your supposed to wait until after the week is over i think.
Yeah, I'd appreciate it if you waited until the week you entered it in was over before posting it up on your profile...
Hey guys, im having a really bad case of stomach ache and i wont be posting a story this week.(Writers block happens to be a symptom if stomach flu)
I really liked your story arthur and i cant wait to read everyone elses!!
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Words: Approx. 665
Genre: Fiction/Fantasy
By: Olivia
************************ She ran, as fast as a wolf. Her pursuers in the white van were gaining. Their stares, hard as steel, told her that they did not just want to question her. These bears were out for blood, and not prepared to give up their fleet-footed prey. She turned a corner down a one-way street, hoping to force the van to detour, but they turned down the street and merely bashed the sign down with casual ease, as a cat might bat at a bird. Now she was getting jumpy, like a rabbit chased by a fox. Nervous as a conspirator, she zipped around the streets, a zephyr on the breeze.
And then the van coughed and spluttered. The ailing old van’s heart had given out, and now the pursuers were being left behind far behind, as they slapped the dashboard, and they ripped at the steering wheel with animal fury. The girl, the lone wolf, had already become lost from sight when they left the van, the smoke of the Underworld billowing from the hood, at the side of the road. The fastest started to run, to sprint, with nearly inhuman speed, but she was quicker, and he soon showed that he was only human, slowing down until he became only as fast as a turtle. However, this was an unsteady turtle, and the rabbit, the wolf, would win the race this time. Fleetness was to be the winner of this race, not slow steadiness, for a snail’s pace without stability could not hope to defeat a cheetah’s pace without inconsistency. He yelled his defiance to the skies, but had to acknowledge that he was no longer the Alpha of the pack. She, the lone wolf, the Kerl, had beaten him. The prey could easily become the hunter at any moment now, and when two factions next met on even more unsavory terms than the preceding ones, without her as a bargaining chip, he was certain that they would be doomed.
She had circled around and climbed a house in the moonlight as the man cursed the situation. Watching from the shadows, with sharp eyes, she was concealed. She blinked once, and another pair of eyes flickered into existence on the other side of the street. They blinked twice and moved onto the house opposite her. Stealthily they simultaneously moved forward until they were lying flat on the edge of the houses, concealed in grey and prepared to leap off the roof. Suddenly she stood up, and the figure opposite her did with her. It snapped its fingers once. All of her disheartened pursuers turned around to watch. “Next time you tangle with a wolf, you should remember to cut the claws first.” She turned and started to stalk off. One of the men cried out and started after her, obviously snapping out of his reverie and chagrined at the thought of the object of their night’s work escaping. But before he got farther than two feet, there was a flurry of movement on the rooftops and a figure stood up on each, coming out of concealment, and leaped. In a blink of an eye the man who had stood up was dead, and in a few more all but one were left. That one was smiling. “Come along, Gildain,” said Carna Lornar, ruler of the force the Wolves of Tyrria, without glancing back. “The charade is over, and you don’t want to keep our friends waiting.” Looking up from the corpses, Gildain the Infiltrator slunk over to her and they loped off together. The others were already gone. The police would be puzzled in the morning, when the found the bodies of several large men, seemingly torn to shreds, but they would never find the perpetrators. The pair running off in the middle of the night in the wispy moonlight didn’t know any of that, and they didn’t care. They didn’t look back at the men that they had had murdered. They never had.
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But really for now this week is closed, and will have until Sunday for to vote for your favorite story.
~Arthur~
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wow it was awesome!!!! Sorry, I'm late in reading it!! XD
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wow, you're really good at it though! keep it up! : )
BLINK TOUCH [Olivia Ogilvie;:]My hands ached, the darkness of the blindfold was so annoying- I dont know if you have ever been stuffed in the backseat of a car, hands bound- eyes covered. Well, if you havent, you should really try. Its a blast. Well anyway, here I am sitting in the back of a car, well you know- I dont know who has me, I dont know why they want me- I dont know where my sister is- which I really wish I did.
The car screached to a stop, "get down!" the man yelled, "lay on the floor, hurry!" I did as he said- remembering the last time I didnt listen, this thought created a sharp pain in my side, where he sliced a small line in my skin. I stiffled a gasp and layed flat, it was hard- not being able to see and all.
And then hope flashed before me, the man was tense when he said, "Yes officer- what did i do wrong?"
My heart raced, I let out a scream, but my voice was muffled by the gag he put in my mouth. I let out another scream- hoping the cop would hear me, would ask to search the car. My hopes were granted, "Sir, what was that? Is someone in there?"
"NO! Nothing sir, just the air." The Mans voice was strained, I could tell he was debating on just running- but if I didnt get out of here- if he got away, I know I would not live through it. He would kill me- hopfully he would do it fast. Too scared to waste time. I let out another scream, thinking search the car search the car.
"Will you please step out of the car sir?"
There was a long silence, I didnt hear the door open, it was just quiet, "Sir? Please step out of the car." The cop was on gaurd now, I could picture him with his hand on his gun, sorta backing away from the car.
The Man finally opened the door and got out, he knew he wouldnt get away with this. I had told him, before he gagged me, I told him he wouldnt have made it. Now, I didnt believe it my self, but you know, anything to save my life right?
The side door opened and the blanket The Man had put on me was pulled off, and then I felt something I didnt think I would feel, the same piercing pain in my side- but this time it was over and over, my back was covered with stabbing marks. There was yelling everywhere- more officers on site- after about 2 minutes I started to slip away. My back was numb now- and my mind was going through a wall of blackness. It was extremely scary- I tried to hold on, I heard the cop calling for an ambulance imediatly, but I wasnt going to make it- I was losing to much blood- and then it went all the way black. There wasnt light around the blindfold- I dont know anything that was happening. I just let go, it was time, I couldnt fight any more.
[3 weeks later:]
I woke up- yes thats right I woke up. I guess that ambulance did get there imediatly because I was here in the hospital, Lily was there- right there. Her eyes wide, "Oh my gosh! Oh Miri, they didnt know if you were going to wake up! NUrse! Nurse, Doctor!! She woke up oh my gosh!! Doctors!!" There was a rush a bunch of people poking and prodding, there was some dumb stuff they had to do to me- the usual, asking questions about the pain. I told them that my back was sore but nothing to bad.
Then the cops came in CBI [California Burea Investigations:] I was shocked, "Hello, Miri. Do you know who had kidnapped you?" They just got straight to the point.
"I - um, no. I never saw his face, I- I- I dont know."
"Ok, well you are so extremely lucky. Have you heard of the 'Blink Touch' killer?"
"Um, ya, he is some kind of Serial Killer. He leaves a blinking eye of all his victims- why?"
"That was him, you were his next victim. If you hadnt yelled, when that cop came. . . youd be dead. Rotten, Congrats."
They talked more about and about how they got him, and all that jazz.
Then Lily opened the blinds, and there was the most beautiful full moon I had ever seen.
"Lily, get me my camera."
She did so, and I pressed the shutter, it was my favorite sound in the world, the sound of capturing something that no one had ever captured before.
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Olivia’s winner, congratulations…her In Pursuit of the Moon won a walk into weekly winners! Clare is moderator, she will post Olivia’s story in Short Story Galore. Well it's explained here: http://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/7...,
A mention: there was a story posted by Livi but it was after the vote. Sorry Livi, that was still an incredible story, though, maybe you will post it or something like it in this week contest.
Congrats Olivia again!
awesome! congrat liv! You're story is now up on short story galore!
whoops, lol! I have a friend named olivia, and I call we all call her Liv... lol
yeah, i saw livi's right after it was put up at like 11:50 last night...grats, olivia!
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OHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYY GOSHHHHHHHH
I can't believe i won!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHH! I'm so happy! I was afraid that everyone would secretly think, "ugh, that story is so weird," but they obviously didn't! yay!
And Arthur, your story was really good too!
LOL I feel like a stupid stupid person! I still haven't put it up on Short Story Galore! sorry, coming right up!!!
no, unfortunatly i don't have an actual website for them (well I guess this is and acutal website XD), so I post them on my Profile (heres the link: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...) It'd be cool to get it up on a website of our own though!
oops i wrote one and forgot to post it. lol
lollllllll well stick in the word "Square" and put it up!
I feel so stupid for posting it so late! ha I am such a retard- its just that I was so busy this weekend, so I didnt have a chance to get on and check! So, I could use this story for like next week or something??
And I was stupid and didnt read Arthurs post saying it was closed- I am an idiot! ha
yup, so don't worry about it! i make mistakes like that all the time!
Sure, just throw the word 'square' in it and let'er rip!
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Yess, OLIVA IS AWESOME!!! we're gonna like edit it now! :D
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coooooooool- i like the greeny background....
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Please do not use a story previously used on goodreads. After the week's contest, you are welcome to put it on your profile writings, but please refrain from using stories you have already put on there.
You have until Saturday afternoon to post a story on here. Please post it directly onto this topic, rather than posting a link. Also, please do not discuss stories on here. You must go to Weekly Short Story Contest Discussion (http://www.goodreads.com/topic... for that. This will avoid any clutter and confusion, so that people can simply come on here and read the story, without having to read comments on the story.
This week's Topic is Moon. If anyone has any objections to this topic, please go to the Objections post. The rules are pretty loose. You could write about the moon, or just have the word moon in it.
Weekly stories must be at least 500 words long to 2,000 words long. (if the whole story won't fit in one post, divide it into two)
Good luck!
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P.S. PLEASE say if you would like to have your story on Short Story Galore, if you win. This way it wouldn't take me ages to get your consent afterwards. This includes adding a link to your stories. If you want to have your story on the Short Story Galore, but not the link, just say so.