Chaz's Writing Tournament! Subscriptions for the winner(s)!

[mead1]

Originally Posted by All_That_Chaz

Please repost your sestina in here for everyone to enjoy!

As the curtain rises, we see a Woman
Who just two years ago climbed the Steps
Clutched in hand, a small amount of Money
Before Broadway she’d had less than a Life
Her days spent weeping over Love
She traded her sorrows for the Stage

Now she lived for the Stage
More a Marionette then a Woman
Who sang and danced and felt Love
For the masses waiting beyond the Steps
For her own she had no other Life
Performance was worth more than Money

She never had quite enough Money
She had sold her soul for the Stage
It was a lonely, troubled Life
For a girl quickly turned Woman
Who had at sixteen climbed the Steps
After finally losing her Love

She had filled the void with a new Love
One she couldn’t buy with Money
To those who climbed the Steps
And viewed the brightly-lit Stage
She was the picture of a Woman
Who had great joy in her Life

The end soon came of that Life
Men with tools killed her Love
She was once more a broken Woman
With not nearly enough Money
Remembering the old Stage
She wept silently on the Steps

An hour later, she left the Steps
Without any semblance of Life
Lost without the lights of the Stage
After that she knew no Love
Though she faked it for Money
They wanted a body, Not a Woman

The curtain falls in front of a Woman, lying dead on the Steps
She was found without Money, or anything to link her to Life
Unable to cope with the loss of Love, She had followed the Stage

[Tokzic]

Originally Posted by ty77le77r77

whatever think what you wont i dont care

lmfao

anyway heaven is done so i'm considering whether to submit it or not

yeah i probably will later

[All_That_Chaz]

Originally Posted by Verruckter

Here's probably my only short story in English

I understand French to some degree. Feel free to post whatever you want.

[esupin]

takin' this down.

[DrugstoreCowboy]

fyi, ill be submitting.

[Chromer]

I'm too lazy to write anything new.

Part One

Uggh. My head is pounding. One too many shots of Jack Daniel's will do that to ya' and at age 43, it hurts even worse. The glow of my alarm clock to the right of me only seems to irritate me even more. The phone rings. I sit up, rubbing my temples, and lay my hand across the breast of some twenty year old. The broad and I got drunk in some seedy bar downtown and almost broke the headboard of the bed in the hotel suite.

I pick up the phone and put it to my ear in the dark. The operator says I have a call and I press 1 to receive it.

"Who the hell is calling me at this time of night?" I ask roughly.

"It's Eddie Yomare. We got big trouble Brock. I thought you might come to the hotel since it's a Saturday night so I called," says Eddie sounding nervous.

My eyes light up with excitement at this bit of news.

"What kind of trouble?" I ask carefully.

"Let's just put it this way: if we don't take care of it, we all might be dead by morning," finished Eddie.

I look at the alarm clock. It reads 1:30 AM.

I sigh into the phone.

"How long do we have?" I ask Eddie.

"We have until 12:00 PM to get the job done. Do you accept it or decline?" asks Eddie hopefully.

I stand up and put my faded black jeans back on, a wifebeater, and my lucky long black trench coat on. I look outside the hotel window and see it's raining hell outside. Of course I was gonna accept it. I had no reason to decline. No wife or kids, no goals in life, no reason to turn back. Hell, if I ended up dying today, I could at least say I got laid for the last time.

"Meet me at Sam's Diner in 10 minutes. I want all the details Eddie," I finish as I hang up the phone.

I reach under the mattress and pull out ole' Lucille. Ohh me and Lucille go back years. She was with me through thick and thin and damn the man who tries to take her from me. I stuff the Colt Magnum .45 in the back of my jeans and pull out a Benji. I throw it on the bed and walk for the door. Thanks sweetie. You gave this man love in the rain. I crack my weathered hands and open the door. It's gonna be one hell of a morning.

I step outside into the hallway to see a man in a black suit and sunglasses standing beside the door. He looks like some young punk hired to be an enforcer.

"Hey pops, I was sent to fetch ya," says the kid in an indignant way.

"Oh yeah? How about I rearrange those glasses for ya?" I ask raising my fist.

Suddenly, stars appear in my eyes as something hits me in the back of the head. I touch my skull and see blood. The bastard set me up.

I turn around to see another punk with a lead pipe raising it for a home-run hit. I give him the one-hitter quitter in the mouth and turn his hit into a strike out. I turn around to see his buddy shaking with fear.

"Now look what happened," I begin.

I reach down into my inner leather pocket and bring up a 5 inch butterfly knife. I flip the blade out and grab the kid by the collar and pull him close.

"Now, you're gonna tell me why you two are here or I'm gonna carve you up so bad, you'll be known as the "Human Jigsaw Puzzle," I say to him threateningly.

The kid chuckles and spits in my face. I laugh with him and head-butt him in the nose breaking it. Crimson red blood spurts from his nose and he starts crying. I let go of his collar and grab his arm. I twist it to the left and break it in half. He starts to scream, but I grab him by the mouth.

"Now do I have your cooperation?" I ask him.

He bites me. I chuckle again.

"Now I am gonna carve you up like a turkey kid," I say as I descend on him like a hawk.

This is gonna get messy.

End of Part One

[All_That_Chaz]

Not much time left to submit! Great submissions so far keep 'em coming!

[GamerShadow]

Submitting Chapter Five of FFR: The Phantom Challenge. The post is so long (3 and a half word pages, single spaced.) that I will simply provide a link to the post with the Chapter in it.

Link to Chapter 5

[Chromer]

I have a few more submissions in me. =P

Blind Date

http://www.flashflashrevolution.com/...ght=Blind+Date

[scorpio1690]

Part 1
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Another sun was setting, as Espoir had feared. Night time wasn't particularly anyone's favourite, people knew it brought out the worst. Crime and corruption were rampant in the slums. Police officers were bribed to look the other way, prostitution had reached an all time high, and anything that wasn't bolted down wouldn't last until morning. But not all was in total anarchy, as it was all cleverly orchestrated by Timor and Zweifel. Espoir was nothing like these two, and hoped not to ever be like them. Zweifel took joy in watching as her manipulative skills forced pawns to do her work, while Timor would merely beat his subjects into submission. Dusk was their time to shine.

"Do you smell that, Timor? It smells like the perfect night," said Zweifel, opening up the apartment window. The heavy pollution mixed with the sunset let a dark orange light into the dim building. Despite the outside appearance of the structure, the apartment had luxurious furniture and accessories. Zweifel's blonde bangs swept across her face as a breeze was let in. With ocean blue eyes she glanced over at the police officer in the room who had been cornered by Timor.

"Smells more like a pig to me," grunted Timor, as he looked down his nose at the chubby officer. Timor towered over the policeman by at least a foot and a half. His slick black hair and sharp facial features gave him the appearance of a dark angel. Strong willed, and stronger in physical might Timor picked up the cop and brought him to the window.

"Now why haven't the deliveries been taking place, Officer Lewis?" asked Zweifel.

"They have been! Just, this one's running a little late, but it'll be here I swear!" replied Officer Lewis. Sweat beads had started to form on his brow. His fear was obvious as Timor's grip on his shirt tightened.

"That's what you told us last time Lewis, what are we even paying you for if you can't get things right? I think it would just be better off for everyone if we took these affairs into our own hands, seeing how you lack the discipline to get the bank trucks rerouted through the slums!" Zweifel was growing angrier, her plan had failed, which was not acceptable. How could she live without knowing exactly every move of every piece of the board. This was a problem that had to be fixed.

"I don't think she likes you very much Mr. Lewis, and if she don't like you, I don't like you," barked Timor as he lifted Officer Lewis on to the window sill, his back to the descending sun. "You don't go far in my slums if I don't like you," he said with a grin. Lewis knew this grin, he had seen it before when he first met Timor when they moved into the slums. He knew Timor's only joy was causing pain and so when those crows feet became visible, you knew you were in trouble.

"Please, no Timor you can't do this! I've been with you and Zweifel from the start! Without me you won't have an inside man on the force, you can't manage without me!" Lewis pleaded with the brute as his heart began to race.

"We'll manage, Lewis," said Timor as he promptly pushed Officer Lewis out of the window. A loud scream and a thud followed, though he didn't hit the pavement. He hit the pile of bodies six stories below. Timor wasn't into the quick painless death thing, it just didn't float his boat. Timor was more of a man who enjoyed watching people suffer as the rats and wild dogs came for the smell of blood, and would rip apart Officer Lewis chunk by chunk along with the other bodies he threw out the window.

Zweifel couldn't concentrate, she had to figure out a way to get that bank truck to come through the slums. No one could just tell the bank, "Hey, drive you truck through the slums. Why? It's a short cut, that's why." It was just ridiculous. "You know we needed him, Timor?" said Zweifel.

"It's not hard to find a pig who'll take bribes; and if they don't take bribes, maybe I can talk some sense into them, that way we save money."

"Yes, but where are going to find the time? I mean, it's not like we can go out in daylight, all those goody-two-shoes pigs would see us, and cops don't even come to the slums at night." Zweifel was running low on ideas.

"Well why don't we just arrange for Espoir to have a run in with some thugs in the daylight?"

"How could you even suggest that?! We can't risk the life of our child!"

Espoir opened the front door, startling Zweifel and Timor. "Why is the a police car out front? Is Uncle Lewis visiting again? I haven't seen him in ages," said Espoir. Her small body would give no indication of being closely related to Timor, if not for the jet black hair there'd be no resemblance at all. She had her mothers' blue eyes and striking looks.

"No, Uncle Lewis isn't here, it must be one of the neighbours being in trouble again. How was school honey?" replied Zweifel in a loving tone.

"It was alright, on the bus ride home another homeless man jumped in front to try and get change again, but you know how it's against the rules to stop for them," Espoir said with a sad look on her face. She didn't understand why they were homeless; how they had spent all their savings on drugs and turned to a life of crime to support their habits, but even if she could understand that it wouldn't deter her from wanting to help them.

"That's a shame, he probably dented the bus," chuckled Timor as he sat down to watch their LCD TV. He flicked to the seven o'clock news.

"This is Chuck Smuland, reporting for the Channel 7 News Te-" the lights fluttered and went out.

[marioGP87]

here's mine !

Originally Posted by mariogp87

*it's more of a play than a story*
*WARNING: CONTAINS STRIP CLUB SCENE, PERVERTINESS, AND LANGUAGE!!!!*
(also, Act 2 is going to have more players than Act 1) (also, this wasn't meant to make fun of Luigi, it was meant to make fun of survivor)
Here's the characters:
1)Mario (me )
2)Hideki (my bud)
3)George Bush (the president)
4)Luigi (Mario's bro)
5)Sora (the keyblade weilder)
6)Jack Goldman (the host)
7)Barney ( he want to kill us ) (later in the series)
8)BJ (Barney's right-hand man)
9)Lumphoboextreme (the gamewhore of FFR )
10)Professor Jigglesworth (actually, it's Jigglypuff)
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Act 1: What a random start to this story
(setting:Port Nokaru)
Jack: Welcome to Survivor:Nicero! I'm your host, Jack Goldman.
Luigi: MARIOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Mario: Luigi! Relax, this is Port Nokaru.
Hideki:AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!! WHERE'S THE F*** IS CHII!!!!!!
Everyone complains about their personal stuff =.=
Jack: EVERYONE SHUT THE F*** UP!!!!!!
Silence set in
Jack: Much better. Come, I'll show you where we're going to stay.
...
(setting: Rokenu Forest)
Jack: Now that everything's in control, there'll be two teams, and the captain of both teams are: Barney and BJ
Everyone: WHAT THE F***!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jack: I know, it's ridiculous. But, just bare with me.
Sora: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! HEARTLESS!!!!
Professor Jigglesworth: Aren't you the wielder of the keyblade?
Sora: Oh yea. I forgot .
(Five minutes later...)
Sora: Well, at least the heartless won't get in my way for the grand prize .
George Bush: Where's the White House?
Barney: Looked like you've been ripped off..., buddy !
BJ: *whispers to Barney* remember our plan .
Lumphoboextreme: Where's a computer ? I NEED TO STILL BE F***ING NUMBER ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mario: *whispers to Lumph* I might get you one tonight.
Jack: Now for the distribution time!
Barney: Sora
BJ: Mario
Barney: The President
(One hour later)
Jack: Now that we got our team into place, get use to your teammates, wether you like them or not.
...
(setting:Barney's lair)
Barney: Guys, let's got to the strip club while we still have the chance!
Luigi: MAMAMIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sora: QUIT SAYING MAMAMIA ALL THE TIME YOU F***ING PUSS!!!!!!!
Professor Jigglesworth: Thank you! *then whispers to sora* If we're at the elimination, let's eliminate Luigi the f***ing puss.
Luigi: What are you talking about?
Sora and Jigglesworth: IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS LUIGI!!!!!
...
(Setting:Outskirts of Port Hiroshina)
BJ: SWEET! We're almost to Port Hiroshima guys! That's where we going to meet Jack for our challenge. (while Barny's at a strip club)
Mario: Well, at least I don't have to worry about Luigi for now .
Hideki: But, I missed Sora, he's a good friend of mine Mario.
...
(Setting:Port Hiroshima)
BJ: Hey Jack.
Jack: Where's the f*** is Barney?
BJ: Guess.
Jack: *sigh* That f***ing perv.
Jack: Due to Barney's tardiness, we shall wait 'till Barney and his team arrives.
Everyone: F***!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
...
(setting:Port Nokaru's Strip Club)
Barney: OH MY F***ING GOD!!!!! WHAT TIME IT IS?!?!?!?!?!?
Luigi: 10 in the morning.
Barney: F***! WE'RE F***ING LATE EVERYONE!!!!
...
(setting:Port Hiroshima)
Jack: you're 10 hours late.
BJ: WHAT TOOK YOU SO F***ING LONG!!!!
Luigi: *faints*
Mario: MAMAMIA!!!!! YOU MADE HIM DRUNK!!!!!
Luigi: hot....sex....boobs...
Mario: AND YOU MADE HIM BECOME A PERV!!!!!
Barney: What the-! No I didn't! I told him to stay away from the booze and the girls!
Jack: Whatever. For our first challenge, it's about teamwork guys. Communicate.
Mario: What's the catch?
Jack: The winner can have this new computer.
Lumphoboextreme: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LET'S WIN THIS F***ING CHALLENGE!!!!
BJ: now that's a gamewhore spirit .
(five minutes later...)
Jack: you guys have to got through Lake Nigero, into the kingdom of Sakiro, into the Lucaro Caves, and finally ending up into Rokenu Forest.
Barney: Could we go into strip clubs?
Jack: (gets all pissed) NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Barney: Damn!
(who will win the first challenge and get themselves a new computer? Find out next time on Survivor:Nicero!)
On Act 2: Survivor's going into a whole new twist when the guys reach the Kingdom of Sakiro and meet new players.
I hope you guys like this and you'll enjoy Act 2: Hiro's awakening

[HidekiYoshi49]

here's mine

Originally Posted by Hideki and Ryu Kazaki

Episode 1- The appearance of Ronni Sanji of the planet Pheonix!

"Already nine in the morning," complained Suzuki. Beside her stood Rez and Kanto, one of her best childhood friends since they were three. "Yeah. Besides, you wouldn't want to be late for your entrance exam for Takota University," said Hikaru as he entered the room. "Yeah, forgot about that," mumbled Suzuki. At 10, something, out of the ordinary, struck right in front of her and a mysterious figure appeared out of the smoke. "Could it be?" wondered Suzuki as the strange figure stood right in front of her. "Are you Suzuki Hina Moriza?" asked the mysterious guy. "Uhh..., yea," Suzuki replied nervously. "Come with me. I'll tell you everything you need to know along the way," guy said. Two hours later, Rez and his other friends was searching all over for her and unfortunately, they couldn't. "I wonder what happened?" wondered Hikaru. Kiky told Hikaru about the landing of the meteor in downtown Mortza, and that she (Suzuki) went with a guy to Rizo Forest. "My name's Ronni Sanji, and I came from Pheonix. The planet I loved so much had been destroyed," Ronni told Suzuki. "But that still doesn't explain why you know my name," Suzuki cried. "You see, rumor was that you're my sister," Ronni replied. Suzuki just stood there shocked when Ronni told her the rumor. "Suzuki, please don't go. I have no where to go. let me stay at your place for a while," Ronni pleaded her. "Okay, you can stay. But, if you get in trouble, out the door buster!" Suzuki answered. "But, I missed the entrance exam for Takota University," Suzuki cried. Back at downtown, they searched everywhere but Rizo Forest. As soon when Suzuki came out, Rez yelled,"Where have you been? We've been looking for you!" "Oh, I was trying to find a shortcut, but, I got lost and met this guy, Ronni," answered Suzuki. "Whatever. At least you're safe. Let's go home guys," said Hikaru. The next day, Suzuki and her friends went to Hibari Senior High as well as Ronni. "Who's this guy?" asked Old man Eugene. "He's my cousin, Ronni. He's from downtown Ganji," answered Suzuki hastily. When they got to Hibari High, the school got destroyed. "Man, I wondered who could've destroyed it?" asked Marcus, the school's geek. "Maybe a giant or a missile?" asked Kiky. Out of the sky, two giants appeared. No, not Godzilla. But, a wolf and a tiger. They looked down at us everybody was scared to death. Who was these guys? Who are they looking for? Also, why are they here for?
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Episode 2a- The Giant's encounterment! Ronni Sanji-Mioto and the Kazaki Bros.!

The two giants stared at everyone and noticed Suzuki, Rez, Hikaru, Kiky, and Ronni. "Ryu, stop." commanded the giant wolf. "Aw man. I was going to destroy the front of the building bro," answered Ryu. "We have what we needed," said the giant wolf. "Who are those guys," asked Suzuki. "I have a very bad feeling about this," replied Ronni. "Puny earthlings, my name's Hideki and this is my brother, Ryu," Hideki told everyone. "You guys better listen to what my bro says or he'll kill you guys," commanded Ryu. "That's enough young brother," Hideki told him. "Suzuki, Rez, Hikaru, Kiki, and Ronni, can you guys get on my hand please, you won't get hurt if you cooperate with us," commanded Hideki. "We better get on the hand," said Rez, with worries on his mind. They got on Hideki's hand and was taken away from the others. "Much better guys..., well, well, well, if its isn't my good old friend Ronni Sanji-Mioto," chuckled Hideki. "You won't get away this time Kazaki brothers!" yelled Ronni. Hideki dropped everyone on the floor and gave Ronni a pill that makes you grow and gets buffed. In a matter of minutes, Ronni grew to abour Hideki's size and has his plan into action. Now that the battle has begun, who will win: Ronni of Pheonix or Hideki of Kazaki Bros.? Find out on part two of Suzuki no Hina! episode 2b: The two giants battle! Ronni Sanji-Mioto vs. Hideki Kazaki!

-and this-

Originally Posted by Hideki and Ryu Kazaki

Episode 2b- The two Giants battle! Ronni Sanji-Mioto vs. Hideki Kazaki!

"Guys, go home! I'll take care of this guy," Ronni told his friends with confidence. "Ryu, I'll settle with this fight! I should've finish this years ago!" yelled Hideki. Suzuki and her friends left the scene while Ryu followed them. "Argh! That fool! Can't he realize that he's tryins to kill us!" yelled Hikaru. Suzuki ran and gave her friends a slight smirk in her face. Rez nodded and they did their thing to Ryu. "Ready?" asked Suzuki. "Ready!" replied Rez. "IZUNAAAAA NOOO KANAA!!!!!!" both Suzuki and Rez yelled. "Huh? What are they doing?" wondered Ryu. "Ha! Ryu's dead now!" Kiky told herself. Hikaru stepped in to help Suzuki and Rez. "MORTZAA NO KIRI!!!!!!!!!" As Hikaru yelled a dark hole emerged from the endless blue sky. "Huh? AHHHHHHHH! A black hole!!!! We're doomed!!!!!" yelled Kiky. Back to the fight between Ronni and Hideki, they both noticed the black hole. "Suzuki!"yelled Ronni. "Ryu!" yelled Hideki. Then the fight went even further. As Ronni saw Suzuki being lifted into the hole, he yelled, "SUZUKI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "Aw..., poor Suzuki, hehe...," laughed Hideki. "Shut up! You don't know how it's like to have a sister!" yelled Ronni. Hideki stood there realizing the pain that Ronni had been suffering. Then, something happened. A huge smoke went up right between Ronni and Hideki. As if a fire had started. Then, Ronni realized that there was no more hope. It was the end of the world. He and his friends have to stop the destruction. "What do you say, old bud?" asked Hideki. "I've seen your suffering. The truth is, she's your sister. I took her to Earth 16 years ago during the Plutonium war against the Wyvern army," Hideki told Ronni. "Okay, bud."

[lord_carbo]

Can I just write a vulgar term for the male reproductive organ multiple times and call it art?

[All_That_Chaz]

Sure, submit whatever you want. But don't be surprised when your one-word entry doesn't win anything =/

[All_That_Chaz]

Only 7 more hours to submit! Just a reminder, only things posted in this thread will be considered for prizes (you can post a link if you don't want to copy/paste). I'm looking at you, Tokzic and Ricky.

[GamerShadow]

Also submitting Chapter 6 of FFR: Phantom Challenge.

Link to Chapter 6

[Tokzic]

dammit

i was hoping on an extension

oh well, looks like it'll have to be just two entries

[Tokzic]

ok chaz i'll post in the thread god

Heaven

Part 0

It was a cool, breezy autumn day, and Dwayne Burkman was dying upon the fiery leaves. Always having been the headstrong one, Dwayne had shrugged away three days of intense, steadily worsening chest pain with little more than a couple complaints and a handful of painkillers. Little did he know that he was trying to ignore a heart attack. Now he was to die at 34, and the family he once supported would be toppled.

His son was beside him, trying to talk his father into living, calling for his mother. They had been raking leaves together. Mrs. Burkman could not hear, and the poor boy was afraid to leave his father alone.

"Tim," Dwayne rasped, "Hold my hand." The boy did so, his moist, tear-soaked hand closing around his father’s. Dwayne noticed that his son was crying. He lifted his free hand up to the boy’s face, trembling, and tried to still his tears with his finger. He may as well have tried to stop a waterfall with a paper cup. Tim tried to think of something to say, but no sound escaped his throat. He was afraid.

Dwayne felt his energies failing. He knew he didn’t have long. "Tim... son... know that I love you, and I love your mommy, more than anything in the world... We’ll all be together again, someday." His breath caught, and he tried to smile. "I’ll see you later," he whispered, and he was dead, his heavy arm falling out of Tim’s grip with a thump. The boy tried to wake his father, but couldn’t. He ran inside.

Dwayne wasn’t aware at the time, but the last words he uttered were lies.

Outside of the spectrum, Dwayne woke from death. However, he was no longer Dwayne - Here, He had no name, a thousand of them. The Man stretcHed, and observed His surroundings as one observes tHeir home after returning from a vacation.

He was in a pitch black basement, square in shape, tHe sort that one would find in an abandoned old house. THe floor and bottom half of tHe walls were of cement and tHe top half of tHe walls were once wood, now rotten and warped. On one wall tHere was a window, up high and beyond reach, but tHe grime and dust that were caked into tHe glass shut out any light that could shine through. On tHe ceiling, tHere was a single light bulb, but if it had ever functioned at all it was now long burnt out, and rusted deep into its socket. In two corners tHere were metal tables, each one standing under two computers, which were perpetually off - tHe exception to which was His. Its monitor cast a shadow of colour on tHe black walls.

One of tHe walls was blanketed almost entirely in rows of untidy vertical scratcHes. It was tHis wall that He went to first, and using a fingernail, He scraped anotHer gash into tHe rotting wood, one of several thousand. His memory was limited, and so He could not remember more than a few marks on tHe tally. THis life had been relatively unexciting. Dwayne had been anotHer family man. THey were tHe most boring ones - tHeir conflicts were shallow, dull. Starving children were much more exciting. His last one like that, Zhurana, had drowned trying to escape a mudslide. Those were tHe sorts of deaths worth living for.

His eyes drifted up to tHe top right mark on tHe wall. It must have been tHe first - or at least, that’s tHe way He figured it, He couldn’t remember and chances were pretty good that it was. He wisHed that He had remembered what had happened before that. In tHe game, people marked tHeir thoughts on paper, but tHere was no language in tHis chamber. Even if He had a pen and paper, He hadn’t tHe slightest clue what He would write. It anguisHed Him.

He restlessly moved from tHe wall of marks to tHe wall of doors. THe two doors were tHe same design, but sight is only one sense. THe left door was dead centre on tHe wall, knob to tHe right, some of a shiny finish still clinging but most of it worn off to reveal tHe dull, wise metal beneath. THe latcHes indicated that it opened to tHe inside, but He had never opened it. He was afraid of what He might find.

THe rightmost door He couldn’t look at, but its memory was seared on His mind. It was symmetrical to tHe otHer door - knob left, latcHes outside. At a time, many milliseconds ago, His curiousity had manifested in tHe spontaneous way it often does, free of sense or caution. He had wanted to close His hand on tHe knob, feel it to ensure its reality, and turn it. After that, He had no idea what He would do. But tHe opportunity never came. THe moment His fingers grasped tHe handle, venomous electricity coursed up His arm, through His bones. A snake of ice slitHered through His ribcage and coiled up His spine, tHen squeezed, screecHed, shattered, exploded. He woke up several decades after with a new hard-coded fear of tHe door and its partner.

His eyes bowled under tHe corner and into tHe last few walls of tHe chamber. Here tHere were more doors, but tHey showed much less menace than tHe otHer two. Just black rectangles, with no knobs, set on glass that gave no promise of giving light. He didn’t know wHetHer He hated tHem or tHe doors more. At least tHe doors had tHe courtesy to say no. THe rectangles gave half-assed maybes.

He sat down and contemplated tHe glass bulb for a few picoseconds before stirring again. With His routine tour of His chamber complete, He sat back down at His computer screen, and in no time at all, tHe seat was empty, and tHe chamber still as tHe computer screen powered down and tHe chamber turned black.

Interlude

Part 1

THis time, He had been anotHer completely unexciting, dull person, only tHis girl had died in a mugging. He could have asked for better, but He had had worse.

He was raising His hand to put a mark in tHe wall wHen He realized that for tHe first time in His memory, something was strange in tHe chamber, and it was something that was in front of Him, on tHe wall. For a moment He tried to shrug it off, and put up His regular mark on tHe tally. THen tHe oddity bit through His willpower, and He tried to place it again. Without thinking, He etcHed anotHer mark, tHen realized His mistake and stomped in dismay.

It was tHen that He realized what was wrong - tHe chamber was brighter than it had ever been. He questioned tHe bulb on tHe ceiling, but it was off. However, His peripHeral vision caught anotHer source of light, and wHen He put it in focus, He scrambled backward into tHe wall, smashing His Head into tHe wood and crashing to tHe cement in horror.

One of tHe computers opposite to His was on. In front of it, facing Him, was a humanoid being that made a mockery of tHe word humanoid. Two arms and two legs It had; upright It stood. Its skin was complete unlike a human’s, though, or any otHer living creature’s. It was definitely white, and possibly glowed, though He was unsure wHetHer It really did emit light or an illusion of contrast. Its texture was mottled as though tHe skin of a corpse, but also scaly, and seemed to shift as though It was wrapped in live snakes. It wore fraying leatHer straps, and bone shards hung from sinew, all haphazardly hanging from Its shoulders and arms. In Its right hand was a shank of twisted, dark iron. Most alarming to Him, though, were Its eyes. THey were a black that filled Its eye sockets, and tHere was no gleam to tHem at all, like holes wIthout end.

It didn’t move. NeitHer did He. He wondered if It was looking at Him. He couldn’t tell.

He decided He needed to communicate with It, but He didn’t know how. He had no language, so He decided He would try to make a word up, one that said He wanted peace. He considered a moment, stared at tHe shank, gatHered His emotions togetHer, tHen made a sound.

Mmmmmnnnnnnn.

It still remained motionless. An hour passed. THen Its screen went completely white, and symbols started to appear on it. Inexplicably, like a dream, He knew what tHey meant.

In a few moments, I will be able to move, and when that moment arrives, I am going to kill you.

Fear and panic met in His Heart and reacted like cHemicals, foaming and spilling over, corrosive over His nerves. He started walking aimlessly around tHe room, considering His exits. He had three of tHem. THe doors. THe computer. He instinctively picked tHe computer. No. It was tHe easiest, but He knew that if He tried to escape into a life, It would wait until He came back. It was unavoidable. He had to go through a door.

He faced tHem and turned away again, two fears colliding into one anotHer. But It was tHe unknown versus a concrete threat. THere was no choice. He had to go through a door. He turned to tHe doors once more. He knew which He’d pick first - He had only toucHed tHe right door before, and It had seared Him. He had only assumed tHe left would do tHe same. He prayed (to what, He was unsure) that it would lead to an easy escape, tHen reacHed out, His hand hovering for a moment, tHen anotHer, tHen He grabbed tHe knob, twisted, and threw tHe door open in one motion, pulling His hand away as fast as He could.

THis door hadn’t stung Him. After a moment, it was clear why. On tHe opposite side of tHe door was a small space. It had a bar running across tHe top, on which one might hang clothing if one had hangers, but He had no hangers, so as far as He was concerned, It was empty. A horrible dread flooded His mind with tHe new knowledge that one of His potential escapes was eliminated, but despite tHe impending threat of death, tHere was a drop of comfort knowing that one of tHe doors He had feared for so long was nothing but a closet.

Now tHere was only one possibility left, and He was considering simply fleeing into tHe game to avoid It. Back and forth He paced, from door to computer. If such a horrible punishment was tHere for simply touching tHe door, would something even worse await Him if He opened it? Was opening tHe door going to be worse than facing It? Was Its threat empty?

THen His hand was on tHe knob, and tHe same barbed wire He feared above all else wound through His veins and mutilated His muscles, snapped His bones and scrambled His intestines. For a millenium, He stood paralyzed, but tHen He found His composure, and twisted His hand around. He felt His skin splintering for tHe affrontion, He knew His blood was bubbling out of His pores, and tHen It was sprinting towards Him, Its shank was reaching and It was diving for Him and tHe blade was miles millimetres from His throat.

Then the door opened a crack, and the chamber spilled out into infinity. Everything was nothing, nothing was everything, and it and he were dashed from existence forever. It was the most soothing feeling he had ever felt.

[Tokzic]

Originally Posted by LilyPichu

13 minutes left, right? =D

well technically chaz never specified a time zone and therefore we can submit as long as it's before 12am somewhere in the world

Anyway, here's a small respite in the form of things that don't take eons to read.

--

Gesundheit

It can start from anything
or nothing at all
But once the fuse is ignited,
It cannot be put out
by even the most airtight press.

It's over in an instant,
And
yet
the
buildup
slows
everything
like
a dam
lowered into a dam a stream of time.

Then,







unexpectedly,






even though you had the feeling
it would happen all along,
you feel the silence
remorselessly bludgeoned to

DEATH

, then,

There is the horrible shapeless mess
that lingers for a lifetime
or what's left of them.

--

transfUsion

today,
i Stole
a glancE at my veiNs.
being roBbed
by plastic,
belOngings stored
in gLass bags.
never to be seen again.

[esupin]

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