Of course! And that calls it for participants. I'm looking forward to all of your submissions. If you have any questions, please let me know!
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)
You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
An update: you can post your finished stories in this thread! I'm looking forward to seeing what you are guys are coming up with (maybe I'll even get goosebumps )
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)
You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
@Steggy, I'm sorry, but I think I'm going to drop out of this. I thought that I can get a story done, but there's no way that I'll be able to finish one by the deadline for the contest. ^^"
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)
You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
I need to drop, sorry. Things are getting too busy :l
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Dark storm clouds enshrouded the moon as Iona crept silently through the lifeless forest. She had been wandering alone for hours, trying desperately to find shelter from the pouring rain. Forks of jagged lightning illuminated the dark skies; the roaring thunder pierced her eardrums. Still she trudged on, her clothes growing heavier as they absorbed more of the rainwater cascading from above her head. After another hour of torture, Iona stumbled upon a seemingly desolate cottage. Relieved that she had finally found refuge from the dreadful weather, she summoned her remaining strength and rushed over to the door. Tremulously, Iona grasped the twisted handle with her cold fingers and pulled.
It was a horrific sight. Blood was dripping down from the cracked ceiling, limbs were scattered across the dusty oak floor. Piles of tattered furniture were stacked up against the walls, walls which displayed a disgusting collection of warped heads. Each pair of lifeless eyes were fixed on the centre of the room, where a dark-haired girl was sat weeping into her skirt.
“Are you alright?” Iona asked as she crept slowly towards her. “I didn’t want mummy to die… he made me do it.” she sobbed. “Who? Who did it?” said Iona, trying to keep calm. The dark shadows on the walls began to circle around them, the whole room seemed to spin. Words began to appear on the floor beneath Iona’s feet, as if they were being written by an invisible hand.
You have trespassed on sacred ground. Repent. Repent. Repent.
On and on it went, until all the wooden planks had been stained by the crimson characters. Iona stood there, her heart rate rapidly increasing as she was engulfed by the chilling flames of fear. She watched, horrified, as the girl pulled a bloodstained knife from her pocket. “Please,” the girl said, tears streaming down her dirty face “Run.”
Don't forget to submit your stories! You only have a couple days left.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)
You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
Uhh, I'm running a bit low on time... Would a spooky storybook post count?
John 14:27 Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.
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