Creative Writing discussion

Writing Topic: Write about something that is totally out there. Make it off the charts crazy make the story you write something that has never been done before!

Requirements:
*None

Restrictions:
*None

Tips for when you write:
*Keep it together. Make the concept elaborate, but don't get off topic.
*Make sure that you have a plot/conflict.
*This is your chance to be completely wild with the idea. No requirements, no restrictions.

This contest will be closed on June 28th.

Please event in this format:

Current Username:
Title of Story:
Genre:
1 Sentence that describes idea:

Current Username: John
Title of Story: Nightmare
Genre: Thriller
Sentence:A boy that didn't live a good life is punished by living his nightmare.

I was thrown to the ground; its cold metal cut me as my bare skin caught on the edge of a metal corner. I don’t even know how I got myself here. I was at school one day, then the next morning I was being dragged, down a lit hallway, and I am now here in a cold metal room.
My eyes hadn’t adjusted to the lighting yet. It was too bright from of the reflection off the metal coated ground and walls. My body felt weak but I was able to push my chest up and raise my head. The room was bare. There were lights, metal, and myself, and that was it. I managed to roll over on my back but a force of something refused my body from moving anymore, and held me down to the ground.
My eyes sped left and right, and as I looked around for what was causing the force, I noticed that there were shaded figures located next to the ceiling. Then when I focused my vision, I saw clearly that the shaded figures were silhouettes of people standing behind a glass barrier as if needing to be protected from me.
Many minutes passed and the force that pressed me to the ground held its grip. The only noises that I heard were the sounds of fresh oxygen being pumped into the room and the carbon dioxide being pumped out of my lungs. About thirty minutes later a faint hum started to fill the room.
“Subject: Gabriel Docent… Date: July 13th, 2404.” The voice was robotic and it sounded mell-…!!!
WHAT?!! 2404? My mind raced and didn’t know how the possibility of being unconscious for almost 400 years is even possible. I tried to yell at the people from behind the window, but nothing came from my mouth. I was paralyzed. They were obviously watching me; I even saw a couple write down something on clipboards they had in their hands.
The hum returned. “Gabriel Docent,” the voice was a man’s now, “your mind has been examined and stored… The accounts charged against you have been held for 390 years and 53 days. You were taken from your environment and placed here to withstand the pain of your victims through the thoughts of your own mind.”
I couldn’t even comprehend what he was saying, when I tried to think of one thing that he said, I would miss the next thing and try and back track. It made no sense, it couldn’t be happening.
“There is a reason that you are here. And that reason is, to have you taken out of the lives of the people that you have affected, Gabriel. Now to relieve them from their grudge, the test is now going to take place.
“But before we start, now would be your only chance to ask any questions or comment on anything.” He finished.
When he was done talking I felt an immediate sigh of relieve exit my body as the force the kept me held down disappeared. The words rang through my head like bells ‘taken out of the lives of the people you have affected.” My eyes watered but I refused to let myself cry. My father had already left me when I was born. But the fact that they are now both dead. The fact that I didn’t get to say goodbye. The fact the last thing my mother and I did together was fight over something as stupid as being home on time!
I hid my face from them to hide my shame. The sweet taste of mixed emotions built up inside me. From the anger, I was able to stand; from the sadness, I was able to look them at them; and from the shame, it gave me the courage to speak to them.
“Why would you do this to me? You don’t even know who I am, or what I have done. If what you say is true, then the people that actually wanted to take this ‘grudge’ on me would be dead!” My fists clenched. “So why would you of all people, hate me so much as to take away my family?”
There was a pause as if he needed to think his answer over before he said it, or consult the other people standing by him before he gave the answer.
“Huh!?” I continued to yell with the dominant emotion of anger showing through my veins. “Why did you do that to me?!”
“We never said we hated you.” He said back. “And the reason we are doing this is because we only needed a subject… ‘worthy’ of the test we are about to perform.”
I looked around the room… “What tests are you talking about?” I demanded.
“Why don’t we just show you?”

The lights turned off, and the light that came from behind the glass that they stood behind turned off as well. It was as if I was blind. The force that I felt before pushed me, but now from both sides of me almost giving me the effect of floating. My heart beating was my only friend. As my mind fled with every concept of the word ‘test’, the pounding of my heart grew louder.
The saying ‘The greatest fear to fear in life is fear itself’ had never been so true… yet so false.
Little lights started to fill the darkness. They surrounded all over in a distance… They looked like stars. I gazed in silence and awe as the fear I had faded away. It was, almost, peaceful. A good thirty minutes passed and my eyes started to droop.

The lights blared bright and right in front of my eyes. The screeching of wheels whistled through my ears, and the whistle… I didn’t care about because the pain from the front of a locomotive train crashing into me was enough to kill me. Make myself believe that I was dead. I wasn’t unconscious. I wasn’t dead. I was in space swarmed by my own blood and stuck in a pain of brokenness. The train rambled on overhead as I was shot down.
I hit the ground and coughed up blood. The pain was white. Enough to cause everything I saw white. My fear… how did they know?
The forces that acted on me were gone, and the metal reappeared for the ground and walls. But this time, they were splattered in my blood. I couldn’t move. Half of my body was broken. And thirty seconds later, I passed out from the pain.

My whole body was sore. I could barely open my eyes. But once they were open as far as I could get them, they immediately looked at my arm, the place where I was most badly cut. A scar run up my arm, about a foot long, these scars were all over my body. I was wearing a whole other pair of clothes, just blue jeans, and a gray T-Shirt. I tried to speak, but was too weak.
“Do you now understand our tests?” Is what the same man’s voice asked.
I didn’t respond. I just looked up at the window, where I knew the people were standing.
“Nod if you are able to hear and understand me.”
I gave the slightest nod, and closed my eyes.
“The test in not complete. We have many things that we need to examine, and you are not going anywhere. So without further ado, we are glad to present the next part.

Blackness…

I opened my eyes when the sound of an explosion came from above me. Here, I laid on the middle of the intersection, on the main street in New York, with the buildings coming down on me. The whole city was being attacked, and it all would fall down. The only reason that I know this so well is because I know what they are doing…
They know my fears, my loves, my weakness, my strengths, my life… They are taking me, and putting me in the thing that is worse than fear itself. They are making me live my nightmare.

Current Username: Iviana (The Sign Painter!)
Title of Story: The Incident of Ellen Rue
Genre: Mystery
One Sentence Summary: Ellen Rue was not very rueful at all.

Ellen Rue was not happy. She was not sad nor mad. She was not emotional, but she did not feel emotionless. She did not feel dread, nor grief, nor guilt, nor shame. She did not feel she felt anything, but all the same, she knew she did feel something in the end.

Ellen Rue was in a pool. She was not swimming. But she did not drown.

Ellen Rue had one ear. She did not hear. But she heard them scream.

Ellen Rue had her eyes open. She did not see. But she saw very clearly where she was.

Ellen Rue had a nose. She did not smell. But there was the pungent smell of something burning.

Ellen Rue had ten fingers. She did not touch. But she touched each of them before she left.

Ellen Rue had her tongue. She did not taste. But she tasted clouds when they passed into her mouth.

Ellen Rue had no skin, no muscle, no bone, no feel. Yet she swam through a pool, up and up and up.

Ellen Rue was not very rueful at all.

Current Username: Gauri
Title Of Story: Jenny’s Unknown Past
Genre: Mystery, Tragedy
One Sentence Summary: In a car accident, Jenny loses her memory because of whichi it becomes difficult for her to cope up with her own life

“Losing something is different than losing memory, mom!”, said Jenny ‘s sad voice. She became immensely emotional as she spoke to her mom. Not many days had passed after Jenny’s accident in which she had lost her memory.
Life for fifteen year old Jenny was difficult to imagine, difficult to cope up with her friends and family spoke to her several times a day trying their level best to bring back her memory. But Jenny was lost in an unknown world. Everyday was a challenge for her. She had lost hope.
As she was going through her cupboard in search of some old albums, she found something that she never expected; never imagined or thought of before. This is going to make my lost life a little easier, she thought. The smile which had deserted from her face earlier came back.
“Oh my God ! Why I never thought of this? , Jenny asked herself when she found her journal.
He heart was dancing with joy. Without wasting another moment, she curiously opened the first page of the journal. Her name had been designed on the light purple page. She observed her own handwriting carefully, feeling pleased that at last she had found something interesting. Her happiness was short-lived when she turned to the next page. She angrily turned to the following pages. Anger was boiling inside her. Her journal which she thought was going to help her, posed another mystery in front of her. The reason for her anger was- par of her journal was written in a code language which her mind was unable to understand. After calming down, she decided to find some clue. The day passed but jenny didn’t find anything. Frustratingly Jenny dialed a couple of numbers which she was told to be her friends. But they were of no use. Her friend Gena said-
“I knew you would find your journal soon, Jenny. But you lived a difficult left before .Its good you forgot the past. If possible burn the journal.” After listening to Gena, jenny didn’t utter a word but hung up.
While her other friend Foxy said-
“Forget about it. Its of no use.”, Foxy was also disappointing. Jenny was about to hung up when Foxy said,” I wish Chris was here to help you out.”
“Who’s he?”, Jenny hadn’t heard his name after the accident from anybody,
“Did anyone not tell you about him?” There was silence. ”He was your boyfriend.”
“Was? Did we break-up?” Jenny had thousand questions to ask.
“You’ll didn’t break-up. I can’t believe you don’t remember any of this! I’m telling you what you had told me earlier –You’ll loved each other very much but recently he disappeared. No one knows where he went. Since then you have been enemies with his twin sister Crystal.
“Why is this Crystal girl my enemy? She’s in our school?” the conversation sounded to jenny as if Foxy was telling her some movie story.
“I don’t know why you’ll dislike each other. You never told me. And yes Crystal is in our school. She is in our English class. I’ll show if you want.”
“Yeah that would be good. See you in school then. Bye. “
“Bye, Jen”
Even though her friends refused to help her regarding the journal, jenny spent the whole night in breaking the code. She searched for names like Chris and Crystal and fortunately she did find them but nothing more about them.
******************
“See jenny that’s Crystal.”, Foxy pointed to a girl going for English class. Crystal was kind of a reclusive person, Jenny thought. She looked quite normal, actually pretty and so she had a group of guys glaring at her.
“Okay, I’ll speak to her” Jenny hurried behind Crystal but Foxy stopped her and reminded Jenny-
“NO! You don’t say anything. I told you-You’ll are enemies. Hate each other. Remember?” Foxy explained Jenny’s past.
“Exactly ! Why?” Foxy had no answer. ”That’s what I want to know. I can’t remain like this forever, can I? No! “Jenny was really irritated not with Foxy but with her own self. Without uttering another word she went to Crystal and this time no one stopped her.
“Hey Crystal!”, Jenny said. Crystal heard a familiar voice and turned. She didn’t speak when she saw Jenny who wanted to ask million questions. Crystal made a face and said,” Whatever”
Crystal was in no mood to talk to or rather argue with Jenny. She turned again and made her way to the English class.
“Please stop. I really want to talk to you. Ah…you know about my accident?” ,this made Crystal turn again and face Jenny.
“Yes, I know. What do you want? I don’t have time to talk to you.” ,Crystal said rudely.
“I’ll come to the point. I don’t know you. I don’t know anyone including myself. So –“
“Okay! Stttoop that.”, Crystal yelled. Jenny saw the anger in her eyes. “Don’t tell me your sad story. Stop pretending. Get lost please. “
“I am already. Lost. And what do you mean pretending?”, Jenny spoke so loudly that she made the crowd around to stare at both of them. But both of them didn’t care.
“Yes, pretending. Maybe you had an accident, but you have not lost your memory. You haven’t, Miss Jenny! Just because you had so had problems in life, you decided to add spice to it to attract attention. Simpathy seeker.” Crystal taunted her.
Jenny just looked straight at Crystal’s face as she went on accusing her. Jenny‘s eyes were watery. She didn’t know that Crystal hated her so much.
“Can’t you just shut up and tell me where your brother is?”, Jenny yelled loudly.
“No, I will not!”, Crystal yelled even louder. Foxy thought it was her duty to stop Jenny and take her away, which she did .But at that moment Crystal stopped and said-
“Jenny, wait.”, she sounded as if it was hard for her to speak to Jenny. “Mail him. Today itself and he’ll reply back.”
“What?”, Jenny sounded confused. After a second she realized what Crystal was telling her. “Oh! Okay. Thanks.” There was a pause. “But where exactly is he?” Crystal didn’t answer “Okay don’t tell me. But could we meet tomorrow? I have many things to talk about. Please?”
“No!”, Crystal was back to her rudeness.
“Weekend?”, Jenny begged.
“No!” , Crystal said and Jenny was about to leave but Crystal said, ”Actually, I’m leaving the town today itself.
“Forever? I mean shifting somewhere?, Jenny was shocked. “Yep!”, Crystal was pleased to answer.
“Why?” , Jenny pleaded.
“Ah…You don’t need to know that.” Crystal said and disappeared in the crowd. Jenny stood there still like a stone.
“Forget her.” , Foxy explained. “Let us e-mail Chris.”
“Yeah, But who remembers the password. Not me!”, Jenny reminded . Foxy suggested to make a new e-mail address which they did very quickly and also bunked English class.
Jenny typed-
Hey! Chris, this is Jenny. I want to meet you and I’ve got plenty of things to tell you and ask you. Can we meet? Why are you not coming to school? Please don’t disappear like this. Do come back.
And then she pressed “send” button. The e-mail was gone. School was over but Jenny got no reply.
“Tell me when you get a reply.” ,Foxy had told her before heading to home.
Jenny went home. The evening passed quickly. She ate dinned and changed into her pajamas. As she was doing her homework, her cell beeped. She knew it would be Chris. The mail said-
Jenny, this is not Chris. Chris is murdered. I know who murdered him. And he also knew by whom he was murdered because it was an accident. I won’t tell you how it happened but he told me something before dying- “Don’t tell anyone who murdered me. Tell people that I disappeared somewhere. This is an accident. Please forgive my murderer” and he died. From that time I am hiding this from the world. But since you lost your memory, I’m reminding you- You are the murderer.

Jenny was shocked to read the mail. She threw her phone away. She leaned against the wall and started weeping. She couldn’t believe the mail. Foxy was inquiring several times if Chris had messaged back. Jenny was not sure if to tell Foxy about the mail. But at this moment she couldn’t feel like doing anything but crying which she did the whole night. And then she remembered that she had not seen something. She had not seen who had sent the mail. She got down from her bed to fetch her cell phone. She scrolled down and read the name. It was CRYSTAL.

Username : Storyweaver
Title: ?!?! End The
Genre : Edge of seat/ Alternate 'Suspense Thriller' :)

One sentence : The End ?!?!

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(Why had it gone so wrong! Why couldn't he just bear to live on and overcome his grief!)
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(Why were these idiot kids so callously indifferent about road safety!! If only he had picked her up instead)
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(“Mr.Jeff? Your wife has been in a serious accident. Kindly rush over to St.Claires Emergency”)
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(Honey! I’ve got great news to share! I’ll drive over and pick you up)
Although normally patient enough to wait for surprises he decided to be a different Jeff for once.
He calls up his wife’s number.
She answers the phone….
He says.” Honey, I am driving right over to meet you! Let’s take the rest of the day off!”
She says, “Wow! What a surprise! Thanks! Just wait till you hear what I have to share”
(half an hour later)
“No way you are driving! Sit back and relax. Let me start practicing being Daddy” He says with a grin
(at the second intersection)
“Honey watch out!” she yells as a kid on a skateboard veered dangerously close to their car.
“Seen him” called out Jeff as he veered to the right to avoid hitting the kid causing Susan to bang her head against the window glass.
(The kid gets up picks up his skateboard and runs off into the distance)
“Ouch! You’ve got a cut on your forehead. St.Claires is just around the corner. Let’s get you tidied up’
(half an hour later)
The doctor walks out with them all smiles.
“Take care and congratulations once again”
(Relieved that the visit to the hospital was a short one they drive back home)
They enter their apartment.
Everything seems much more beautiful now. Life is so precious.
Arms around his wife, eyes wet Jeff walks her towards the window.
With a smile he places his keys, wallet and his wife’s note on the table beside the window.
They gaze out and watch the sun set in the distance happiness and peace in their hearts.
……
A new Beginning…. A second chance…..

Current Username: Asami
Title of Story: A Second
Genre: Fantasy, fiction
1 Sentence that describes idea: In this crazy world anything can happen.

I just finished the last episode of You're Beautiful. OMG. It was great. The ending could have been better, and it would have been great it i could have watched it real time insted of using hulu, but it was just amazing. Hyung-nim, Jeremy, Shinwoo, they were so cute. But we all have our own. By all i mean the three of us who watched it. Me, Pater, and Bougshah or Sah. I have Hyung-nim, Pater had Jeremey, and Sah has Shinwoo.

Anyway, i just finished it, and i click off the tv, lieing back. "Ringding Ringding" The doorbell?! Is it Oma? She'd be home in record time.

I open the door, about to talk to my mom. "Hello." I get insted. I feel my mouth drop open. "Umm, are you okay?" I blink. "Miss? Are you okay?"

"Jang Geun-suk?" I whisper. How the heck could it be him?! Omg omg omg omg omg. Jang Geun suk played Hyung nim on You're Beautiful!!!

"Yes." He says with a smile that could kill. "Are you.. um..." He take out a letter. "Seoki?" He asks confused.

"yes? Why?" Omg i can barly keep it together here. I must. If i scream that would not be good. omg. Im going to die.

"You have a friend on goodreads right?" He says with a slight smile. "With the username Taekyung1251? You have the username Sayminam?"

I barly manage a nod.

"I am Taekyung 1251." He says with a smile. "Umm.. i jsut thuoght it would be cool... to hang out?"

Everything is black.

+++


In this crazy world anything is possible. I watched every episode of You're Beautiful, seeing Hyung-nim in everyone. I went on Goodreads whenever i could. And now i am married to him. Who would have ever thought? It's impossible. Its crazy. Its just crazy.

Current Username: Kat
Title of Story: "I'm Popular, Mommy"
Genre: Tragedy
1 Sentence that describes idea: Lucille can't take it anymore.
One glum day passed off to another in the small rural town that Lucille Ann Chain lived in. She was a small, religious girl with grimy brown braids and freckles spotting her face like an over ripe banana. Every day she’d tighten the straps of her overalls, brush her crooked teeth and maybe, just maybe change the color of the plaid shirt she wore under her overalls. She would fasten the buckles of her boots and set off with her book bag to another day of the eighth grade at Lincoln Junior High.
See, Lucille Ann was not very popular in school. Her teeth had small gaps and were crowded in other places, and her eyes were a muddy brown color. She was tall and lanky and clumsy, too. So naturally in such a small town as they were, the most popular girl in the whole 60 kid population, Stacy Martins would pick on her. The captain of the football team (which wasn’t very good at all) was her boyfriend; Reed was at her every command. He would lock Lucille out of school and throw her in garbage cans and Lucille felt awfully excluded because no one, not one sixtieth of her peers wanted to sit with her.
Every afternoon she would trudge the two miles home, feed the pigs and brush the horses. She would eat dinner and keep in her average, dreadful routine. She would change into her flannel pajamas and kneel on the floor next to her bed. Then her tiny, whiny, squeaky voice would break the quiet, drowning out the small meows of cats and the distant hiss of cicadas. She would close her eyes and cross her ankles, clasping her germy hands together.
“Dear God, please don’t punish Stacy and Reed and all the other children that bully me. Just please make them stop. And if you don’t mind, can you straighten my teeth? Or give me more pretty eyes?”
She would finish with an Amen, pull back the hand-made quilts that were falling apart seam by seam and slip in the covers. Lucille held her bear, Theodore, close to her and would hum her lullaby until she would fall asleep just to continue the routine the next day.
Weeks passed and the month dropped and here cam anew, the month of November, Lucille’s birthday. One day she opened her locker to get her lunch, and found a note. Excitedly thinking it was from Thomas, her proclaimed crush that was known throughout
the school, she opened it. Cruel words were carefully written in big, loopy letters with hearts over the eyes that could immediately be recognized as Stacy’s.
“Little Lucille, were you all excited? Well guess what, Thomas does not like you. Happy Birthday, little snot.”
Lucille reacted badly, running into the bathroom with tears running at the same pace down her spotted cheeks. Locking herself in a bathroom stall, she heard the sound of Stacy’s boots against the cheap tile floor. A sweet, overly sweet, honey voice was broadcasted through the wonderful acoustics of the school bathroom. “I’m sorry Lucille. Missy told me to do it, please come out.” And Lucille, being naïve and believing in the good in everyone, came out.
Cake, that is, dog food covered in foul frosting. Right in her face, and for once the spots disappeared. They were replaced by brown, disgusting sugary mess. A snap and a cackle, Stacy left with a picture of the horror- stricken Lucille on her phone. Waves of laughter erupted outside of the bathroom, and then a shrill voice found it’s way to Lucille again. “Sorry, Missy made me do it!” Then Lucille remembered, Missy moved last year.
At the end of the last period, Lucille ran home, skipped her chores and collapsed into her mother’s arms. Sobbing about how unpopular and ugly she was, wishing that she was popular and beautiful. Like any mother, she comforted her and assured her everything would be alright.
But Lucille took things into her own hands. Smashing her piggy bank, she counted the money and went on a stampede through town. Dresses, cosmetics thrown left to right, shoes and hair clips flying in the air, she was ready for a battle. On Monday she looked wonderful, the white dress that swirled around her knees matched her sparkly shoes that were a pain to walk in. She wore her hair down, past her shoulders in waves. Congealer eliminated her freckles, and she put on eyeliner and mascara that made her eyes sparkle like the sun.
But with no avail, at first Stacy was awe struck with her preppy eye brow arched and her rule-the-school walk stilled. But soon she found ways to get to her, Lucille was still awfully sensitive. She called her shoes tacky, her dress cheap, and her makeup chalky. Lucille believed all of it, and just wished for once that she could be like Stacy.
The stress pushed her to the edge of sanity, no friends, she wanted to belong. Calculating a plan to make everyone say they like her, she lay in bed. God, what’s the reason of life? she pondered, Will it really matter in the long run if I live or die?
A few days after the sparkly shoes incident, she was back to overalls and plaid. She stood up on a bench at lunch and clapped her hands three sharp times, and when that didn’t work she used her whistle. With no need for words, she walked out of the room with sixty kids following her. Due to low population, there were only a few teachers and most were on lunch break.
Steps echoed up the stairs, making an enormous amount of ruckus. She came up on the roof, everyone obviously puzzled but followed behind her. Stacy was beginning to process it. Lucille stood on the edge, glanced at Stacy.
She plead, “Please Lucille, don’t. I swear I’ll be nice to you, please, please don’t do it!” and similar things blubbered out her mouth, tears smearing her mascara and wind ruffling her perfect gold hair. Reed stood right next to her solemn and shameful, looking at his feet.
Lucille’s eyes did not water. Lucille’s hands did not quiver. Lucille’s mouth did not move. Lucille leaned backwards, and then smiled at Stacy.
Paramedics arrived soon enough, same with Lucille’s family. She laid there, the life fading away as they tried to help her. News cameras arrived, suicide was unheard of in these parts. Peers were blubbering their concerns falsely: “She was such a nice girl.” “I hope she lives” “I was always her friend” but most of all Stacy’s fake confession. “I always knew something wasn’t right, she was so nice and popular but she always hated herself. We were sort of close…”
And with that parting, Lucille smiled at her mother hanging over her. “I’m popular, Mommy.” She whispered, and then closed her eyes.
Forever

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