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AEChronicle says...



The Third Chapter of Genesis-Revised



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1. Now the Salesman was more subtle than any worker of Wal-Mart which the Manager had hired. And he said unto the woman, Yea, hath the Doctor said, Ye shall not eat of every food which growth on trees?

2. And the woman said unto the Salesman, We may eat of the fruit and the vegetables of the produce section;

3. But of the fruit of the Cocoa tree which is in the midst of the sweets aisle, the Doctor hath said, Ye shall not eat it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye grow fat.

4. And the Salesman said unto the woman, Ye shall not surely get fat;

5. For the Doctor doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good food from evil food.

6. And when the woman saw that the bar was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a candy to be desired to make one wise, she took of the bar thereof, and did eat, and gave also until her husband with her; and he did eat.

7. And the eyes of both of them were opened, and they knew that they were without expensive raiment; and they went to the clothing section; and they bought themselves of Abercrombie and Fitch.

8. And they heard the voice of the Doctor walking through the lingerie section; and the husband and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the doctor amongst the underpants.

9. And the Doctor called unto the husband, and said unto him, Where art thou?

10. And he said, I heard thy voice in the lingerie, and I was afraid because of my fatness; and I hid myself.

11. And the Doctor said, Who told thee that thou wast fat? Hast thou eaten of the candy, whereof I commanded thee that thou shouldest not eat?

12. And the man said, The woman whom thou hast counseled, she gave me of the candy, and I did eat.

13. And the Doctor said unto the woman, What is this that thou hast done? And the woman said, The Salesman beguiled me, and I did eat.

14. And the Doctor said unto the Salesman, Because thou hast done this, thou art cursed above all workers, and above every laborer of the streets; upon thy vacuums shalt thou go, and dust shalt thou suck up all the days of the life:

15. And I will put enmity between thee and the woman, and between thy seed and her seed; it shall slam the door in thy face, and thou shalt plague his phone with calls.

16. Unto the woman he said, I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and thy antibiotics; in sorrow thou shalt run on the treadmill; and thy pants size shall be like unto thy husbands; and it shall grow continually.

17. And unto the husband he said, Because thou hast hearkened unto the voice of they wife, and hast eaten of the candy, of which I commanded thee, saying, Thou shalt not eat of it: cursed is the table for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of the broccoli all the days of thy life;

18. Celery and Carrots also shall it give to thee; and thou shalt eat the leafy greens of the field;

19. In the sweat of they face thou shalt exercise, till thou fall to the ground; for off of it thou wast taken; and to the hospital though shalt return.

20. And the husband called his wife’s name Nag; because she was the mother of all nagging.

21. Unto him also and to his wife did the Doctor give pills.

22. And the Doctor said, Behold, the man is become as one of the hippos, to know of fat and sweat: and now, lest he put forth his hand and take also of the Icecream, and eat, and be fat forever:

23. Therefore the Doctor sent him forth from the Wal-Mart, to run around the track.

24. Se he drove out the man; and he placed at the east of the store of Wal-Mart Greeters, and a sliding gate which hissed every way to keep the way of candy and the Icecream.


And that is how chocolate is the root of all evil.
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Dudley's War

HP and the Deathly Hallows Alt. Ending
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The funny little wizard had been acting very strangely.

An owl had appeared an owl earlier and all he could do was wring his hands and wail. He was the only one left from the group of wizards that had escorted them into this safe house and Dudley could never remember his name (Diddlydinks? Diggns?). He was making Mum nervous and father kept on glaring at him in hopes to get him to shut up. In order to glean more information from what was happening I followed him when he went outside for the third time in the past 15 minutes for some “fresh air.”

“Excuse me. Excuse me. Sir!” He tapped the man on the shoulder and he violently jumped in the air and turned around. “ Oh, hello! Um, Dudley am I right? How may I be of assistance to you?”

“Yes, I was just wondering if you had any news of my cousin. You know, Harry Potter.” The little man wiped his brow and sighed. “Well, the things is. The thing is.” He sighed again and folded up his handkerchief, placing it in his suit’s front pocket. “The thing is we haven't heard from his at all. Not a word. He’s a fugitive now the most wanted person on He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’s list. So naturally, he can’t go around corresponding with half of the Order. There are spies everywhere. You don’t know who to trust anymore.” He chuckled nervously “ Bad business. There's so much fear…” his voice trailed off and looked out to the distance. Dudley persisted, “What about his friends though?”
“Pardon?”
“His friends. The one with the bushy hair. And the one with the loud red-haired family that blew up the living room. Wheezleys or Weazums or something like that. Where are they? Surely, they must know. They were his best friends.”

“Who? Oh you must mean Miss Hermione Granger and Mr. Ronald Weasley.”

“Yes, them.”

“Ahh….well..” He took out his handkerchief and wiped fresh sweat from his face. He then blew his nose in it. “ There has been a prosecution of muggle-born witches and wizards all around the country. They’ve been fleeing in droves and it’s been reported Miss Granger and her parents have moved to Australia. She’s also a wanted person at the moment.”

Dudley waited for him to continue and when the wizard did not he prompted “And Ronald?”

“Ronald’s sick.Very, very, very sick. He’s sick with spattergroit and it’s very contagious. He’s been kept in isolation at his house.” He shook his head in dismay as though he had told Dudley like he had an incurable form of cancer. Which in the Wizarding world it probably was. Dudley didn’t know. There was a lot of things he didn’t know about his cousin’s life. Like Harry’s friends names. Or the fact that he would have to become a fugitive and be on the run for his life. For what? Because his parents were murdered? That wasn’t his fault. He was just a baby. He shouldn’t be punished for whatever shady buisness his parents had been involved in. He was only a baby. With growing realization he thought “We did the same thing. Mum and Dad punished him for being like his parents. Why? We should have taught him better so he’s not in the same situation as his parents.There was no one to help him now.” He stood deep in thought for a little while.

“Excuse me sir. What’s your name?” The wizard looked surprised. None of the Dursley’s had asked for his name or addressed him by name before. “Why it’s Dedalus Diggle, Master Dudley.”

“Well Mr. Diggle. Who’s helping him then?” When Diggle looked confused Dudley clarified “Who’s helping my cousin. Surely you can’t be a rebel-fugitive without some backup? Are some of your rebellion helping him and giving him backup?” When Diggle shook his head at the ground quietly, Dudley picked him up by the front of his jacket shook him and roared “ANSWER ME MAN! DOES HE OR DOES HE NOT HAVE PROPER BACKUP?”

“No sir, he does not.” Diggle squeaked and Dudley dropped him on the ground where he remained looking quite rumpled. “ He left very suddenly and we..” Dudley punched the lamppost they were standing next to and Dedalus Diggle flinched. “You lot don’t know how to stage a proper rebellion. You have this man trying to conquer the wizarding world who will then undoubtedly move on to get normal people.”

He glared at Diggle to make sure he understood what Dudley meant by normal.

“You then have the one man who poses any real threat to this Lord With No Name or whatever and you don’t know where he is and he doesn’t have any backup?? He could easily be found and killed by the enemy!” He started to take a couple deep breaths to control his anger at the stupidity of a people whose recklessness would undoubtedly get his cousin, his family and millions of innocent people killed and without thinking punched Diggle in the face and sent him flying backwards.

He stalked inside the house and slammed the door so hard that the windowpanes shuddered. Mum jumped up with alarm and ran towards him “ What the matter sweetums? Is he giving you a hard time?”

“Don’t call me that.” Dudley snapped.

“What?”

“Don’t call me sweetums or Dudders or anything else. My name is Dudley and I’m 17 years old. Start treating me like a man!” He then stormed upstairs to his room and shut the door with a bang.

A moment later he heard a hysterical Dedalus crying and saying that he had to go that his house had been burned down and was a target in a series of attacks that he received word from and he needed to go check right away. Dudley jumped up and ran downstairs only to see him turn and disappear with a pop. Swearing he tried to grab him but he grabbed at air. “Come back! I need you to lead me to people with proper information as to our welfare!” It was no use. His parents looked at him with concern. “We don’t need him anyway son.” His father tried to pat his shoulder but Dudley swatted his hand away.

Dudley started to pace. Where could he get information? All that he knew was that Harry was treated with great respect by and almost worshipped by magical people. He had survived the attack on his parents and it somehow gave him magical powers to stop the No Name maniac. Harry had no backup so it would be easy for him to be murdered in his sleep or something by the maniac’s followers. Every maniac had followers, he had learned that much in history class. More importantly, he knew that from when he was a bully;he always needed people to support him and make him feel good. He knew how to be a bully and No Name was a bully, on a larger scale,yes but still a bully…He sat down and pondered the situation a bit. He always wished he was smarter, so he could come up with solutions to problems faster.
Dudley then jumped up and ran for a second time to his bedroom, ignoring the concerned looks on his parents faces. He grabbed his duffel bag and started to pack. He grabbed his best boots and all weather gear and found the army rations that he had obtained when he was in London one day from a discharged soldier. He then locked the door and lifted the floorboard where he stashed his most valuable possessions ( a trick he learned from Harry ) and pulled out two handguns he’d obtained from an arms dealer in their last Christmas trip to Spain. He had one Glock and a Heckler and Kotch and they were both fully loaded. He’d also obtained enough ammo to supply the entire army. He never thought he was going to use them when he first got them. At the time he was just being rebellious. But now.. now they had a purpose. He was going to find his cousin and defend him from the crazies so that he could kill No Name and Dudley could go back to living a normal life. At least, that’s what he told himself.
He stashed them in the bottom of his backpack, lifted the duffel over his shoulder and marched downstairs. Mum and Dad looked at him confused and concerned. “I’m going to Hogwarts to get someone to tell me where Harry is. It’s the only place I know to get to that has any wizards. Once I find him I will help him find and kill No Name.”

“You mean He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?” Petunia said timidly. Vernon glared at her.
“Whatever and yes. You can’t stop me” He marched out the door and called “and I’m taking the motorcycle.” Dudley’s parents ran after him but he was already on, he kickstarted the engine and took off roaring around the corner.

Once at King’s Cross Station he encountered some trouble. He knew it was Platform 9 ¾ .He also knew it was in the barrier in between 9 and 10 ( he spied Harry running into it with his red haired friend two years ago) It just wouldn’t let him in. He just kept bouncing off the edge. A elderly man asked him what he was doing he was just alarming the muggle are you a crazy etc? After a minute thought Dudley (with his fists) had convinced him to open the gate for him. There was no train,but there were tracks stretching far beyond the horizon and he hefted his bag and started to walk. Never dreaming that he would be just in time for the battle of a lifetime
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Alright, the event is closed! I'm locking the topic.
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