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Unless somebody else wants it, I can judge again next week!I will hopefully have something to enter in this.
~Yue~ [Starless Nights Will Cover Day] wrote: "Cool! I'll try to enter.C:"Ok how do you enter these things! Where do i put it!! =)
~Yue~ [Starless Nights Will Cover Day] wrote: "Elizabeth wrote: "~Yue~ [Starless Nights Will Cover Day] wrote: "Cool! I'll try to enter.C:"Ok how do you enter these things! Where do i put it!! =)"
Copy and paste your story in here."
Okay thanks!! I was a bit confused!! =)
Colby wrote: "Unless somebody else wants it, I can judge again next week!I will hopefully have something to enter in this."
Yay! I always love reading your stuff! :)
Nobody else seems to want to judge, so you can next week, if you want to.
~Yue~ [Starless Nights Will Cover Day] wrote: "Cool! I'll try to enter.C:"That would be awesome!
Anastasia wrote: "Hi, y'all! I'm Anastasia, and I'll be hosting this weeks' writing contest.(Sorry that the timespan is only five days. My schedule is packed on July 1st, and I won't be here for the next two wee..."
THIS IS AWESOME AND I SHALL ENTER.
Emily [Just call me Mrs. Rogers] wrote: "Anastasia wrote: "Hi, y'all! I'm Anastasia, and I'll be hosting this weeks' writing contest.(Sorry that the timespan is only five days. My schedule is packed on July 1st, and I won't be here fo..."
Yay, Emily!
Emily [Just call me Mrs. Rogers] wrote: "Well make it an idea instead of a bit."*fury*
Emily [Just call me Mrs. Rogers] wrote: "Well make it an idea instead of a bit."*fury*
Emily [Just call me Mrs. Rogers] wrote: "?"OH, HECK YEAH!
GO AVENGERS!
Emily [Just call me Mrs. Rogers] wrote: "Well, he did say fury. XP"That's why I'm laughing. XD
~Yue~ [Starless Nights Will Cover Day] wrote: "First entry because I'm cool.My mother calls me paranoid, but I consider myself to be practical. A little cautious, maybe cynical. But it’s better than my mother, who has broken her arms twice, s..."
Yay! First entry!
This is so cool. I love how she has reasons for being scared of the things she lists.
All right, guys, today is the last day to enter (and, sorry, because of my schedule, I can't extend the deadline. :/)!
Colby wrote: "I'm trying!"TRY HARDER.
Just kidding. How far along are you?
...209 words...Not really sure this will happen, but I AM trying! :D
YOU CAN DO IT!!!!(I meant, do you think you'll be finished soon? But, oh well...)
Emily [Just call me Mrs. Rogers] wrote: "GUYS I'M WRITING SOMETHING RIGHT NOW."YAY!!!!!!!
Here's my story:The house was one that was always well lit. Through its circular windows, there was not one speck of dust anywhere. No lights were ever turned off. Nothing ever seemed to move from its place.
But the most peculiar thing about the house was the person inside.
Nobody had ever seen the owner. Some even doubted there was an owner, even if they didn’t any reasonable explanation. Some thought it was a ghost; others, a trickster and a lazy electric company.
What they did not know was that in the top floor of the house there was one room that had the drapes always closed. On the bed sat a very pale and thin woman, straggly brown her curled in front of her face. Her face was hollowed, her eyes dull.
Once she had been beautiful. Once she had been reckless.
But it had all changed one night. It was dark, the moon and stars concealed by clouds. A single car twisted down a curving, steep road at a dangerously fast speed. Its top was down, two women in the backseat and a man in the front, holding the woman in the passenger seat’s hand. Behind them was another car, also a convertible with its top pulled down as well. Two men sat in the front seats, two women in the back.
All of the occupants of both cars were laughing wildly, shouting things that were lost in the wind. The car in the back was catching up the first car. When it did, the driver turned to the left and bumped it. The passengers of the first car laughed. They continued hitting each other lightly with each others cars, until one of the women screamed. Both drivers looked ahead, and were met with blinding lights. The first car steered out of the way, its wheels sliding off the edge of the road, bringing the car down with it. The second car hit it head on.
All of the passengers but one woman was killed.
The one woman was in the first car. When the car had fallen off the edge, she was thrown out of the car and onto a patch of dry grass. Her injuries were borderline severe, but she lived as the car tumbled onto the ground below, lying upside down, the other occupants necks broken and heads bleeding.
The sole survivor now sat in the house alone. She had been like that for the past ten years. The only thing ever on her mind was the sound of screeching metal, the panic she felt when she couldn't move, the screams echoing through the air.
When the confusion had unclouded and she was told what happened.
Her mother occasionally visited the house early in the morning, dropping off food and trying to consol her daughter.
She never spoke. She rarely ever moved. She would sit on the bed, no expression ever on her face. Her mother would sit next to her and cry, telling her daughter that she lost people too.
But she could never tell her mother that it was her fault. That it was her fault that her sister, her sister’s fiancé, her best friend, her boyfriend, and their friends all died because of a stupid idea to race down that hill.
She knew she could never step outside again. She knew she could never talk again. She knew she could never live again.
She knew she couldn’t. She was afraid of taking more souls.
Her mother tried to get psychiatric help for her, but she couldn’t afford it while trying to balance house payments and food payments for her and herself. Her mother thought she could help her on her own.
When her mother died seven years later, she sat on her bed still, not knowing what happened.
Three weeks later, she met the same fate, writhing in agony as hunger pained her stomach.
But she knew she deserved it.
My story's really short, but here it is:The Worst Parents
My girlfriend had been much more eager to have the baby than I was until about the eighth month, when she started to freak out. She had begun to get fat, and I was obviously not loving that any more than I was loving the fact that in a little more than a month, I was going to have a tiny human whose memory lasted mere minutes and who would be puking on my shoulder on a nearly daily basis. But, no, it was Stephanie who finally freaked out.
“We’re gonna have a kid,” she said one day, completely out of the blue, when we were watching a rerun of the Ellen show after I got off work. “We’re gonna have a fucking kid.”
“Well, yeah,” I said. “That’s why we’re shopping in maternity stores and taking couple’s classes in the basement of the hospital.”
“Holy shit,” she said. “There’s gonna be a baby here. I’m gonna have to stop saying things like ‘holy shit.’”
“Well,” I said. “You’ll have time. The baby’s not going to understand you for quite some time, right? I mean, people talk to their kids, but if you’re honest, that baby is gonna have no idea what you’re saying for a very long time.”
“No, you have to sit there and talk to them, James. That’s how the kid learns to talk! What if we’re bad parents? What if our kid’s first word is a cuss word?”
“We’re going to be fantastic parents. We’re going to parent this kid’s socks off, I tell you. He’ll be bragging about us at school.”
“You said he. We don’t know whether it’s a boy or a girl, James.” She glared at me from her perch on the couch. “And, besides. How do we know we’re going to be good parents? How do I know that you won’t start drinking when I have the kid and become an alcoholic fuck up like your dad?”
“You just cussed again.”
“FUCK! See! What if I can’t stop? And when you’re out drunk with your buddies, am I going to just sit there at home with the baby? Because I don’t know that I can do that, James.”
“You’ll probably just hire a babysitter and meet some hairy dude eHarmony matches you with at Applebee’s and stay over at his house.”
“This isn’t the time for joking, James. We’re going to be parents. In less than a month. Oh, my god. There is going to be a person coming out of me in less than a month!”
“People do it all the time, honey,” I said, and tried to give her a small kiss on the cheek, which she swatted away with her hand.
“James, what if I poop?!”
“Wait, what?” I laughed.
“I’m not even joking, James. Do you know that some girls poop when they have their babies? They’re just…pushing so hard, trying to get the baby out, and they…they just poop.”
“Seriously? That happens?”
“Yes, James, it happens!” she exclaimed. “And it could happen to me. What if it happens to me?” She stood up and began pacing the room, pressing her fingers through her hair.
“Maybe you could, like, go to the bathroom beforehand?”
It went on like that for another ten minutes before I convinced her to read her What to Expect book and calm down. And I thought to myself that she was going be a damn good mom. She’d be good at it because she was afraid she wouldn’t be. The worst parents are the ones who think that they’re doing a great job. I knew that we would diaper and feed our kid, refrain from cussing in front of the child when we could, and be terrified that we were ruining our kid with every single mistake that we made. And one day that kid would grow up, go to college, and get married, give us grandkids.
“We’re going to turn out fine,” I assured my girlfriend, and at the time, I thought it was true.
Colby wrote: "My story's really short, but here it is:The Worst Parents
My girlfriend had been much more eager to have the baby than I was until about the eighth month, when she started to freak out. She h..."
"Maybe you could, like, go to the bathroom beforehand?" Ha-ha!
Emily [Just call me Mrs. Rogers] wrote: "Here's my story:
The house was one that was always well lit. Through its circular windows, there was not one speck of dust anywhere. No lights were ever turned off. Nothing ever seemed to move ..."
Wow. That is a really bittersweet story.
And the winner is…Emily!
Congrats, Emily! The guilt in your story was moving to read.
Praise is also due to Colby, whose humorous envisioning of parenting I highly enjoyed reading (whether or not it was intended to be funny is still a mystery to me), and to Yue, whose description of the definition of fear itself was extremely thought-provoking.
All right; take it away, Colby!
(It was supposed to be funny.)I'll start the new topic!
Colby wrote: "(It was supposed to be funny.)I'll start the new topic!"
YAY! I GOT IT RIGHT THIS TIME! ;)
Great!
LOL. The last one was understandable. It was a subtle turn in the story that would've been easy to miss.
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(Sorry that the timespan is only five days. My schedule is packed on July 1st, and I won't be here for the next two weeks afterward.)
Anyway, the prompt for this week is fear.
Also, you can post anything under 2,500 words.
Take it away, peeps!