Story Shack Contest #2

[Ceri]

Here it is, guys, Story Shack Contest no. 2 (dedicated, apparently, to Steve Irwin)

Post your story openings below. We want gripping beginnings to stories that will make us want to read on! The opening doesn't need a story to go with it (though you can use existing stories if you have them).

VV Away we go!

[church]

Gits just cos the mafia can make things look marginaly better doesnt mean that my thread couldnt have been used, thats a waste of a good thread, i wish i sent a form whide pm now. your just lucky i managed to get a hardcore intro a creepy story. i had a great poem 2.

[Ceri]

Okay, well I didn't mean any offence, but he did have a point of it looking more official with a new thread. Sorry if I was neglecting yours, Patches...Would you like the contest dedicated to your thread in its memory?

[church]

err how about Steve Irwin's instead?

[Ceri]

Well whatever, it's all good...

[church]

Yay!!! did i mention i got an A*?? ooh and 1 final question how manny entries are we alowed? how long do we have? what subject story?

[Ceri]

Yes, I think you did...

Okies, back to the contest!

One entry per contestant, I think. The subject can be anything, as long as it's the opening to a story, and it should be something between 200 and 500 words long. It can be slightly shorter or longer if you want. And, it can be of an existing story, or of a role-play here, or just made up.

VV...

[Aulius]

"This is not what I planned" Jason sighed, his arms out stretched point two Uzi's at the group of armed men who had cornered him. At only seventeen Jason was wanted for murdering his parents and sisters. He was wrongly accused and he was going to go to the police to hand himself in when he was kidnapped on the way.

He woke to find himself in the boot of a car in complete darkness, a dried trickle of blood came from his forehead where the kidnappers had pistol whipped him when they grabbed him. The door opened and he was pulled out by two large men in trench coats.
"No hard feelings kid, but your not gonna care in a few moments" One of them said
"Let go of me" he said kicking them off his legs as the lifted him out. It was futile as the men were far too strong for him. He gave up and groaned in pain as the dumped him onto the concrete ground. He looked around he recognised where he was in the darkness. It was the harbour. The men kicked him and pulled him up. "Why are you doing this?" he shouted
"Your father made a great mistake and the boss doesn't want anyone to take revenge" The second said raising his gun. Jason glanced around, he was at the end of a pier. He turned and ran for the water. He heard shots begining fired behind him and a bullet whizzing by.
"You can't shoot for shit!" The first one said emptying a clip in Jasons direction. He reached the end of the pier and then he felt it. A hot burnind sensation in his lower leg. He stumbled and fell into the water. The men above shot a few rounds into the water hoping to kill him while he held his breath.

Jason couldn't hold it much longer and pulled himself to the surface gasping for air. He had drifted fifteen feet or so from the pier the men still watching for him. He couldn't see anything around him apart from the harbour. It was pitch black and so Jason pulled himself through the water to another pier as quielty as he could. Glancing back the men that had shot him gave up believing they killed him and got back into the car then soon drove away.

Jason pulled himself onto the pier. He was freezing cold and soaked. He looked down at his leg. The blood slowly came out of the wound and down his leg. He limped to a warehouse, its door left ajar. Pushing it open a single light illuminated the almost empty building. Looking around he saw the staff area. He limped over and opened the door. He turned on the light and found some overalls hanging next to a locker. He slipped out of his wet clothes and left them on the radiator has he climbed into the overall.

He found a first aid kit stuck to the wall. Opening it he used what little he knew of what to use and began to treat the wound, trying to stop the blood coming out. He cried in pain as he put the antiseptic solution onto the hole. No one could hear his cries of pain, no one could come and help him. As he held back the tears he realised that for the first time in his life he was completely alone. He missed his sisters deeply as they had been almost like his best friends giving him advice about girls. He couldn't hold the tears any longer. He missed his whole family.

After he finished treating the wound he tried to fall asleep but he kept waking up covered in sweat from a nightmare. At last the sun began to rise and he changed back into his now dry clothes. He looked at the clock it was about five in the morning and he was starving. He limped out of the warehouse and began to explore the harbour. He had never seen it so empty as he occasionally visited his uncle who worked there. He stumbled a few times and his leg was still aching in pain. He found the harbours canteen and finding know way of getting in he smashed the glass in the door and walked through. He made his way into the kitchen and ate what he could find and stuffed his pockets what he could carry.

Jason left the canteen and headed for the gate into the harbour. He stopped and looked down at his feet. His sadness changed to anger and punched one of the crates next to him. He yelled at the top of his lungs at the sky "I will have my revenge and no god shall stop me!" He left the harbour, dragging his leg, as fast as he could.

[Stanic]

"So..." Oscar said to the other man
"So what?" the other man replied
"What are we going to do about her?" Asked Oscar.
"What can we do?" replied the other. Both men were wearing pristine white suits, and had startling blond hair.
"Kill her?" Oscar suggested
"No.-" said the other man "-to much of a mess. Now kidnapping, that'll work."
"Kidnapping." Oscar replied.
"Yeah, kidnapping.-" the other man said gleefully "-then you can torture the stupid bitch, that outta show her whos boss."
"You are one sick twisted motherfucker, you know that." said Oscar, snidely. The other man seemed not to have heard.
"Now rape that'll put her into shape."
"SHUT UP!" Shouted Oscar, both men instinctively pulled out Magnum 6" from inside their crisp white jackets "You fucking freak".
"Oh yeah well what are you gonna do abou...!" there was a loud noise like a thunder crack, the bullet from Oscars gun hit the mirror and shattered it instantly. Oscar looked at the last place where he had seen the other man.
"Fucking conscience." he said smirking and walked out of the room, lighting up a ciggarette on the way.

[Phoenix]

I’m sitting in a rocking train, head leaning on the cold glass and staring into the darkness outside. How did things go so wrong? I had thought that to myself several times whilst sitting here. The train enters a tunnel and I sigh. It all began some weeks ago…

My home-life was never peaceful. Despite me being the only child, there were still a lot of shouting and arguments in the house; not between me and anyone, but between my parents. They always had had small disagreements and had got angry with each other over it, but one night it got serious, very serious. I got woken up in the middle of the night, and I could hear muffled shouting from downstairs. The neighbours must think that we have about half a dozen children in this house. I lay on my back and listened. I couldn’t hear what they were arguing about, but I can tell they were both very furious. When the shouting had finally died down (which felt like hours) I fell asleep again.

It got worse in the next few days, and then one day, when I came home from school, I was surprised to find my mum lying on the sofa in her pyjamas. She looked tired and worn out. I got her a glass of water and asked her what had happened, why she wasn’t at work. She sipped the water, swallowed, and simply said, “Your father’s left.” I didn’t quite understand her at first. “What do you mean ‘left’?” I questioned. She looked at me in the eye, and gave me a hug. “Promise me you will never leave me,” she muttered. I promised…

The train slowed down and stopped at a station. I had no idea where I was. Some promises were made to be broken, right? I promised her, yet now I’m travelling further and further away from home. I just couldn’t bear that life anymore. I’ve had enough.

She let go of me and explained, “We had an argument, a huge one this time. He got angry and left. He said he won’t be back.” I stared at mum. The last sentence felt like a punch in the heart. I knew they were arguing, but I never knew it would be this serious. “Where is he?” I panicked. Mum shook her head and shrugged. “God knows,” she sighed, and left. I sat on the sofa, breathing hard. He hasn’t left, I tried to assure myself. He’s just angry. He’ll be back in the evening and say that he never meant to leave us and that he’ll never do it again. Evening came and went. I was lying on my bed, hugging my bear. Maybe he’ll be back first thing tomorrow, I thought. That never happened. I prayed and prayed each night…One day he did come back…but I wish he hadn’t…

[Aulius]

Both look good

[Stanic]

theres three

[Aulius]

I know, I'm not counting mine

[church]

i got a few, 1 involves an animal, one involves 42, one involves the death of a child after losing his hand and ignoring it obaying a sinister man and his "tradgic" death alone in the dark. he's not centrial to the story or nothing though lol

[Ceri]

Ahh that's powerful, Phoenix.....

I was debating which of mine to enter but I might just write a new one...

And, because I didn't state before, the contest closes on Friday, then voting time is Friday to Monday

[church]

just so know how manny entries are we allowed?

[Spawn]

One

[Ceri]

It'll be one for each contest

[church]

OH DAMM, ERR HOM MANNY OF THESES THINGYS ARE PLANED?

[Ceri]

No more are planned as of this moment but I'll be holding them quite regularly...but you don't have to enter every single one. I'm not entering this one. Don't worry, it's an informal thing...

[[Six]]

In the year of our Lord, 1787, on a northern hill in the outskirts of the glistening City of Lights lies the seedy district known as Montmatre. Deep in the shadows of the Basilica of the Sacré Coeur, perhaps the holiest of places in all of France, stood Le Maison des Ombres. Infamous even within darkest circles of Parisian society for its Dionysian-like orgies and ever shadowy guests, the decaying old structure seemed to shun the light, clinging to the perpetual shadows. And while the townspeople never dared to pass through its rusty iron gates for fear of their lives, many unsuspecting travelers had never returned from their curious ventures.
Shuttered windows look out onto grounds that had been left untouched for what seemed like centuries, taking on an air of subtle menace. Masses of ivy hang from the grey stone walls, virtually hiding the outline of the heavily scarred oak doors. The heavy brass knocker shaped like a gargoyle’s skull, inviting daring visitors to place their fingers in it’s gaping maw.
And though the townspeople were suspicious and wary of this dark house, even in their mostly deeply held fears would they find no idea of this house’s buried secret. That within these most unhallowed halls flourished a host of the most deadly creatures of the night, creatures that preyed on them as they slept.
Although a seemingly broken husk, there lies hidden inside these derelict walls of centuries past chambers filled with luxuriant history. Heavy draperies of crimson hue hang from rods invisible in the gloomy upper reaches of the high vaulted ceilings, blocking out a light that no longer shines in these once bustling halls. The flickering light of recessed candles creates ominous shadows on the now warped cherry wood floors, falling far short of illuminating the near invisible entrance to the impromptu dungeon added many years after the structure’s birth. Rumbling laughter reverberates dully off the soft canvases lining the walls, unseeing eyes stare into an unknowable oblivion.
A faint glow emanates from beneath a distant door, and another rumble of sound rolls down the long dark hall. Beyond this door, in the soft light of this central chamber, lounges a solitary seeming finger in a company of many. Tall and lean, he emanates a quiet power and detachment from the proceedings all around him. Hooded eyes of a deep ocean green look out upon his dominion with a voraciousness reserved for men of his stature. Of which there are few.
He is Cassius Faustus, and here, surrounded by his coven, his family, he sits. Here, where he is a king.

[church]

bite busy tonight will post early on friday (afternon unles i get my hair died ) can i have till 6?

[Ceri]

You'll have until I remember to close it...which may be Saturday morning...yeah 6 should be fine

EDIT: Well it's now 10:15 and no post...sorry, Patches, but contest is now closed

[church]

awww bugger i was out with fi and ralph till 7 anny chance i can... no oh well here it is anyway it's not anny good and it used to be a porn story but i changed it cos i dint know weather it might be alowed or not:

Harry potter the Truth, The scandel.

Dear esteamed reader; hello.
Before we get to all the good stuff I simply ask you to imagine. Yes imagine.
Imagine the earth, imagine that we arnt alone, that although we cant see them there are thouseands of earths al ontop of each other, every one the same yet a little bit different. Brilient that’s a grate example of the multiverse you just imagined, it’s realy pretty.

Our story takes place on the earth just to the right of the one you just imagined, well when I say ‘just’ I realy mean 42 earths to the right. Most noaably it is the one that is 9.68265E+12 below that nice earth you just imagined


Our story like anny good one is about sex power monney and greed, well when I say money and greed I realy meen the monney I will make from this book will satisfy my greed.this eath is a magical earth and it has lots of wizzards who liv e their and this is the tale of one verry special boy, his name? Wy whis name is harry potter and he is the boy who lived to die in the 27th instament of my series by which time I will have made enough monney to show that boring shabby lesbian who is the better auther.


Now in this world there live all sorts of magical creatures the most notable for the first 9 books are the humans. Now there are 2 types of humans in this world the first as I have already mentioned are called wizzards and they have all the brains and intiligence. Next to them are what some sad bitch would call ‘muggles’ but this isnt her book it’s mine so I wont suggercoat anything just to sell it, anyway the next humans are what for the purposes of truth and honesty are called by wizzards “retards” or better still the others. They are called this because they refuse to accept anything that is remotly magical, say for example a wizzrd appeared infront of a “retard” and make them a cup of tea out of thin air or better still the retards clothes the retard would simply carry on regardless and rather be arrested imprisioned and but raped by the prision inmates then go “oh wow that’s amazing can you give me my clothes back?” now if they did that then it would drematicly reduce the number of so called “naturilists” that have dramaticly increased since the year 2000. The wizarding world worlocks doefendoer of truth or better knowen as WWW. would also like to add that if retards or the others simply acknowleged that wizzards exsisted and were supirior then it would also lessen the number of young freshly graduated wizzards who try to educate the others every year.

And now oure feature presentation wiil start after a word from our laywers on the subject of direct copies, parodies and in genral rip off’s of other popluar lesbian works of litirature: “you didn’t see anything” thank you.

Thank you

Now on with our feature presentation….

[Ceri]

I see...sorry, I've already opened the poll, but thanks anyway...better luck getting there on time next contest In any case, the story is...odd...

[church]

well yeh it is ment to be, i dunno i cant write stories their more work then trying to convay images with words as in poetry and if you notice all the numbers in it are related to 42 the e thingy is somthing like 42 to the power of 4 times itself