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AND THE FIRST SENTENCE IS...If I could've changed one thing about my life, it would have been that night...

Go for it guys!

What does format mean?

I just meant that is how you have to post it. Sorry for confusing you!

Oh okeedokee! Thank you! I will definitely enter!

YAY! we need entries!

ENTER PEOPLE! I will start working on my story now!

thank you!

I'm working on mine..it's gunna take a while because I had to figure out the kind of twist no one will see coming :D

I like those!

I look forward to reading them even though I'm not judging! lol

Haha I might have to continue this into August!

Name: Katherine Della Rayna Emory
Title: Lilies and Daisies
This is a true stoy based of a real event that happened to my best friend, Cristin. Please keep her in your prayers.
Story: If I could've changed one thing about my life, it would have been that night that Lily died.
She was only 1. Why did she have to go?
I didn't know wether to be sad or angry at the man that killed her.
Her own Father.
He had shaken her until her cornias detactched from her eyes ad her brain was permanenty damaged.
She died a few months later.
We all tried to comfort her mother, but she didn't need it.
Not one tear was shed, beacause she knew her little girl was with God.
Not one tear shed.
Daisies were placed in her grave, an Lilies over top of them.
I kept one.
That one Daisy I planted and gave it to her mother with a poem (The poem I enter in th June contest).
That was when she cried.

Wow

Thanks.

:'(

Name: Sarah

Title: The Woods (Sorry, I am not very creative when it comes to story titles)

Story:
If I could've changed one thing about my life, it would have been that night. The night that I should have listened. The night that I made a huge mistake. The night that entirely ruined my life. If only I knew what I know now.

My mom had said the woods were dangerous, filled with evil, dark secrets that would have been better left alone. I thought she was crazy. Crazy or not, she had been right.

Michael, my boyfriend at the time, was the most popular guy in school for being a bad boy, a rebel, who enjoyed his many titles. He convinced me with his good looks and almost devilish way with words. "It's just for one night. I'll be there. It'll be fun," he had said. That was who I chose to listen to. And now, he is dead and I'm not.

I remember it so vividly and I will never forget it as long as I live.

Carefully, I climbed out of the window and leapt to the ground. Michael waited for me, leaning against my house like he owned it. "Hey Samantha," he said cooly as he came forward.

"Hi," I greeted softly. "Let's start walking."

We walked the short distance from my house to the woods and stood with the vast forest looming before us. It was dark even with the glow of the moon. Tree branches jutted out in odd angles and dead leaves rustled in the wind, making it a very eerie night. It was just like a horror movie.

"See Sam," said Michael. "There is nothing to be afraid of." I just nodded as we entered the woods. It was silent, almost too silent, as we trudged through the forest.

Both of us walked deeper and deeper into the woods and the amount of trees seemed to increase. It felt like we were the only living things in that forest. If only that had been true.

He sat down on a log and motioned for me to do the same. I hesitated, looking around cautiously before sitting down next to Michael. He brushed a strand of my long dark brown hair from my face, his bright blue eyes staring into my gray ones.

The tree branches shook in the howling wind that blew through the woods, making it even scarier. Michael leaned in slowly, closing his eyes, inching forward to kiss me. That's when I saw them.

Twelve pairs of glowing eyes glared at me. The creatures prowled forward slowly, revealing a dozen of the wolves. There was just something about them that was unmistakeably human.

My mother's warnings echoed through my head. These wolves weren't normal and they obviously had no good intentions. Michael turned and saw the wolves but then back at me. "Run," was the only thing I could think of to say.

We sprinted through the trees, the wolves angrily chasing us. I could not do anything but run. Not think, not scream or cry, nothing but run.

It seemed we had been running for ages when Michael tripped on something. I turned to help him but they wolves where already attacking. It was that quick, Michael's death. He hadn't stood a chance. Once they had killed him, their heads rose to look at me with a piercing gaze.

They lunged at me as I backed away, knocking me on my back. I reached for a large stick and hit the one that was on me and got up trying to scramble away. More jumped onto me, scratching deep claw marks into my skin. I didn't cry or scream, just accepted it silently.

The moment the teeth sank into my skin, I felt a surge of pain course through my body. Pain and something powerful. I could feel something transforming within me. My skin tingled as my body shrank down and was covered with thick silver fur. My hands and feet transformed into small paws and my ears grew pointed. My nose grew black and enlongated into a muzzle.

I don't know why the wolves chose to spare me and not Michael. If I would have listened to my mother I would be a normal girl, Michael would not be dead, and I wouldn't have to undergo the wolf transformation every full moon. I don't know why I was chosen.

My mom always said my gray eyes were like a wolf's eyes, cold and dark. Fate somehow decided that my eyes would come to good use because of that night. Because of that night, I am a werewolf.

Two stories! Interesting stuff here so far...

Yeah! Wow Sarah great stuff!

Thanks! I am glad you like it.

Okay, here we go...



If I could've changed one thing about my life, it would have been that night. Out of all nights I remember, that one alone I would alter. The night I let the truest thing I've ever known pass me by.

The sky was clouded if I recall correctly, and the wind was sweeping the red leaves of Fall gently past. She stood just before me on the side-walk, the brown, knee-length coat that was her favorite clasped about her frame. I still remember thinking how lovely her smile appeared that evening as the sun sank slowly, sending the last of its rays only just far enough to bathe the sable hair that crowned her.

We both were silent, neither of us courageous enough to break the quiet that had followed her last words. I hear them in my mind even now, softly echoing within me like some haunting whisper that cannot be shut out. "I'm leaving." Oh, how my heart had pained me then, piercing my soul with sorrow like poisoned darts.

I loved her. I loved her in the purest way a man can give his love, with the truest yearning of his passions. It had been upon a clear afternoon of Spring that I had first beheld her, strolling in the northern meadow. I had watched her for some time, afraid, I now realize, to meet her. But she was so free and bright, so merry and without a care that at last I had mastered myself and gone to meet her. And her greeting had been a smile. Her smile! Like liquid diamond on a water-lily was its loveliness, and from it the sun was charmed, and the white mist of the morning roused. For many days afterward we had met, sharing one another's company with delight that grew. 'Twas with this delight that my love blossomed.

And yet I had never told her. How could I have? The dreadful fear of her not bearing for me the same affection was more than I could risk, for if such a thing had turned out to be true it would have slain me. Now here she was manifesting to me a road unforeseen, yet nigh just as painful.

I recall how I had butted against her leaving with every possible idea I could conjure, seeking desperately for a way through which she could escape. She couldn't just depart, not when I had never revealed to her my heart's love. It had all been useless. There was no way it could be averted. Complication was piled upon extreme circumstance, and they upon drastic severities. She had to depart.

But it had been during her explanation of this, through tears and short sobs, that I had realized that which I had not dared to approach in hope: She loved me. She did not say those words, but in the midst of her explanations her affection for me was laid bear. Ah, my heart in that moment felt as though it would burst. But she did not lie.

And that was when the silence drifted between us once more, stretching as it clung to my mouth, even as it held her while she waited for the reply she hoped for. Never in all the days of my life did I wish to speak so much as I did in that moment. But words had failed me, and speech was fled, and it was with growing hurt that I could do nothing but merely stand and stare. Perhaps, I seem to remember thinking, perhaps by looking into my eyes she can read my answer there, and so words will not be required. It was all I could do.

I stared into her eyes, those deep pools of profound beauty, as the wind rose to a roar I gazed upon her face that was as the flowers in the midst of the sun for lovliness as the first drops of rain began to fall. And I looked at her dim form, lithe and slim with a radiance I knew no other would ever possess, long and gently as the automobile rounded the curve, and came to a stop beside her.

Its door opened, and still I could not tell her. She gazed at me with a pain in her look that nearly felled me. For a moment she hesitated. Still my speech would not return. She went over to the automobile and clutched its open door. And still I could not speak. For the last time she hesitated. I began to tremble. With a smile that was devoid of merriment absolutely, she ducked inside and the car eased away. I watched it until it reached the end of the lane and turned left, passing out of my sight. And then the rain fell in earnest.

My clothes it soaked, but to my face it made no difference, for my cheeks already glistened with the rain of my eyes.

Wow.

Thanks.

If Joe applies like she told me, then we'll have four applications- enough to make a ruling,

I'm writing more as we speak :D

Joe, I am on a self-imposed session of fasting, so hurry up with the story.


(OK, so I was already doing so, but still...)

Yeah getting a bit impatient, JK.

Name: Just Joe
Story: 
If I could've changed one thing about my life, it would have been that night. That night that I spent with him. That nigh in the woods. It would be fun! He said, he had no idea how wrong he was.
Why? What had I ever done to deserve that? So horrible. Terrifying. Humiliating and yet all my fault! "umm Jessica?" said my friend in a valley girl style voice. "aren't you, like, listening to a word I'm saying? Like I've put up with your staring off into, like, space all day. I'm getting kind of tired of it." she crossed her arms and I sighed.
"I'm sorry Melody.. I've just had a lot of stuff on my mind lately." I rubbed my face and shook my head, as it to clear the bad memories. Wash away the inattention. 
"well, get over it. Whatever happened it's in the past and now we are in the present so like... Get over it. We are taking me dress shopping remember?" she looked at me as if to say, don't you dare ruin this with your stupid a** problems. All I could do was nod slightly.
I feigned a stomach ache, "I don't exactly feel well...maybe it's a bug, the flu is going around you know." he frowned a little, "sorry Melody, maybe some other time, I mean you could go alone if you like." I smiled gently at her. 
She rolled her eyes and scoffed, "whatever." she waved a hand at me and continued walking down the street in her short, body-hugging, violet dress and hooker heels.
I groaned softly and rolled my eyes, why was I friends with her? She was so annoying and full of herself! I signed softly as I walked back to my plain, boring, tan, two story house. I walked into the door, being greater by a pool table on the right, stair case on the left, living room straight ahead and a giant mural of a raging storm with a light house above the living room. 
I locked the front door and dashed up the tan carpet stairs and to my room. The walls were blue and on the far right wall from the door was a mural with dolphins, a coral reef, and lots of other sea life. I crawled onto my little bed and curled up under my fluffy, light blue comforter. 
Replaying that night was not something I wanted to but I had to! I had to know how things went so wrong.
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"come on Jessica, babe." Daniel pleaded. "please please please?" he begged now but I still shook my head.
"no I don't want to, it's to dangerous and you know it." I said sternly and he sighed softly.
"please baby? There will be like four other couples camping and we are bringing things to protect us. And we are telling everyone where we will be so that if we don't come back they can find our bodies" he laughed softly and then pursed his lips when I frowned.
"why should we go camping in those woods? That's where those murders took place a few years ago remember? Only two people survived and there were 10 people there! You must be crazy," I shook my head.
Daniel sighed softly and kissed my hand, "please? I promise I will protect you! I won't let anything happen to you, it'll jut be good fun and we won't even be that far from the road!" he was on his knees now.
Finally I relented, "fine," I had said softly.
That night I had everything all packed up and Daniel appeared at my door. "ready? You can throw your stuff in the backseat of the car" he smiled warmly at me.
I tossed my things in and then climbed into the passenger seat and buckled up. Daniel was in the driver's seat and started the car, driving us to the Massacre Woods. Fitting name wasn't  it?
I sighed softly and climbed out of the car, grabbing my things and then was met by a loud scream and someone grabbing my waist. I screeched and then was surrounded by a bunch of laughing guys and girls. I glared and rolled my eyes as I stood straight and grabbed my things again, walking from the group into the woods where the camp sight was going to be, dumping my stuff on the ground. 
That's when I heard it. That eerie scream again. "come on guys it's not funny anymore!" I yelled ad set my hands on my hips. "guys!" he called again and frowned as I began heading back. Big mistake! I walked up to the car and screamed. There lay Daniel, dead as a door nail. I looked around to see my friends scattering in all directions. I fumbled around and heard scream after scream. As I 
pulled out my phone. I dialed the police and mumbled into the phone about where I was and what was happening. I heard foot steps and hung up, rolling under the car. "did you see that other chick? She walked into the woods and I didn't see her come out.." a male voice said. "I dunno may e Stevie got her" said another with a chuckle. They laughed softly and went to find this Stevie person, or that's what I assumed. I set my phone on the ground and waited, almost falling asleep when I felt hand grip my ankles and yank me out as I screamed and thrashed. "I knew this was a bad idea!" I cried, "please let me go! I don't wanna die!" I sobbed and there rippled a laugh. I looked at my captors and realized they were three of my best friends. "James? Scott? Stephen?" I asked softly and trembled a little. They grinned and nodded, "oh yes.. We killed everyone... And we are going to kill you but first... We are going to have a little fun" they laughed. I whimpered as they pulled me to my feet and began pushing me to the woods. I stumbled and fell after tripping on roots and then I felt a body on top of mine. "No!" I screeched and thrashed around some more. I was rolled over and beaten across the face and stopped moving as my vision became blurry and I was very dizzy. "the police" I mumbled with a sickly smile. "the police are on their way" I laughed softly and one of them growled and stepped on my throat. Sirens sounded and the guys growled, "let's just kill her now and get it over with." one suggested, "or we could take her with us.." the other said. "but her stuff is here" I felt them move away from me and that's when I shot up and ran for my life to the sounds. "sh!t" called one of them and I felt them try and grab my hair but narrowly missed. I ran to the road and stopped the police car. I was the only surviver aside from the murderers who I thought were my friends.

It's a little rushed and I'm not very happy with it but I hope You guys enjoy ^_^

Great! Thanks joe!

Joe. Just, Joe.
Guys, all some really good stuff, and again making Charlie and I work.

Ahhh!! I changed my story and forgot to change it murrrrr!!! Rage -_-

Ok all better! :D

What did you change?

lafon حمزة wrote: "Joe. Just, Joe.
Guys, all some really good stuff, and again making Charlie and I work."

Lol yup

I'm confused.. Why did you repeat my name?

The beggining was different than the end product. I had to change the first sentence.

Oh

Just Joe wrote: "I'm confused.. Why did you repeat my name?"

I didn't. It was more of a pun. I'm sorry to say this but I use puns entirely too often (at least according to those who know me. Obviously I disagree). The comma between the "just" and "Joe" implies a pause to show speechlessness and because your name is "Just Joe" I thought it would be a rather amusing play on words.

Ohh I missed tHe comma lol oopsy x) my bad hehe

Lol

So how goes the ruling on the short stories? Are we going back to poetry for the next one?

Lynxie wrote: "So how goes the ruling on the short stories? Are we going back to poetry for the next one?"

I think Charlie is gone for the weekend, so it will likely be at least Monday before you hear anything more on this.

No worries! Thanks Lafon :)

Lynxie wrote: "So how goes the ruling on the short stories? Are we going back to poetry for the next one?"

I will keep this open to the 10th

And the next one is still under construction, but I can assure you that you poets will be quite pleased, along with those story writers!

When will the winners be posted?

Sarah wrote: "When will the winners be posted?"

Sometime after August 10. We wanted to give other people a chance to enter if they so wished.

Thanks Lafon....

Yeah I'll message the group once we decide, and will open new one asap after we decide.

That will run to about 7/15/12
Or 15/7/12 for you Europeans.

Cool!

Awesome!

Thank you to all who applied, results will come shortly.

CONGRATULATIONS JULIUS!!!!!!


NEW FORMS UP MONDAY.