R3 Writing Competition #2 Results Options

[Kaust]

Thank you for your patience during the judging periods, here are the results:

1- Feral by Pharonix
2- You by ImHiPotion
3- Axis of Eternity by thatbennyguy
4- Untitled by MEands
5- Twenty Nights in a Moor by luv_kitty12

The following Rev Points (and banners) will be awarded for the top three positions:
1- 25 points
2- 15 points
3- 10 points

But everyone'll also get 5 Rev Points for entering

A Special Thanks to judges X-M-O and Sparrowsmith
And Thank You for entering

-Kaust

[X-M-O]

Congratulations everyone! I loved reading your works and hope you all continue to write and become better at it!

(Oh, and Pharonix, if you post up your piece please be sure to put a "adult content" disclaimer. Thanks!)


I'll have the award banners up and ready very soon! =D


I've already added the Rev Points to everyone involved! =]
5 for 4th and 5th place, and for Sparrowsmith for judging.
10 for 3rd place and for Kaust running the competition.
15 for 2nd place.
25 for 1st place.

[Pharonix]

Congratulations everyone! I loved reading your works and hope you all continue to write and become better at it!

Thanks to the judges. To be honest wasn't expecting 1st place, so this was quite a surprise.

(Oh, and Pharonix, if you post up your piece please be sure to put a "adult content" disclaimer. Thanks!)

And don't worry, It will have an "Adult Content" Disclaimer.

[thatbennyguy]

Well done Pharonix. Looking forward to reading your story, even if there is "adult content" o_O

But yeah, thanks for 3rd place judging team. Much appreciated

[X-M-O]

You're welcome, and I should have some little banners for you all soon enough.
(Will be back later to work on them.)

[ImHiPotion]

Really?!?! I came 2nd?!?! Honestly... I thought mine was rubbish. xD
Thank you guys soo much :3
Good competition.
Hope to see your stories if you put it up on here. ^.^

[Pharonix]

Hi Potion, here's my submission.
Enjoy.

-WARNING! Contains Themes of an Adult Nature.-

[Show/Hide] Feral - A Second-Person Narrative
-Contains Adult Themes-

Feral - A Second-Person Narrative
By: Pharonix

Your eyes crack open in the middle of the night. As you roll over on your side to look at your clock which dimly displays 01:45am, you feel a warmth on your chest. You crawl out of bed make your way to the bathroom in your small one bedroom apartment. The rent was cheap so you were glad to jump on an almost too-good-to-be-true deal. As you enter your bathroom and turn on the light, your eyes widen in terror at the blood dripping from your chest. With the amount of blood there, there was no way in Hell it could be yours. You had a feeling that if it were, you wouldn't be standing here.
You turn around and look into your bedroom, there's a protrusion next to where you were sleeping. You walk into the room and approach the bulge. As you pull back the covers, the room was filled with the smell of blood as you uncover a bloodstained corpse. The smell fills your nostrils, causing your hands shake as your mind goes blank. The feeling you got was not out of fear but to you, it feels more like the signs of withdrawal. But withdrawal from what?
You turn on the light to further examine the corpse. It was a young woman; she was probably in her early to mid twenties. Even with the blood, you could tell that she was once beautiful. Her hair was long and black and her eyes were a mesmerizing silver-blue. No matter how hard you thought, you just couldn’t remember who she was, or why she was laying in your bed. For a moment, you thought you might have had sex with her, but with her mangled body, there was no way that was possible. The other proof to this, were the clothes she was still wearing.
You felt that you had to examine the body. To avoid further harm to the body, you pulled a pair of scissors from your dresser and began the process of cutting her shirt through the middle. The task was easier than expected thanks to the several slices across the front. When you finished cutting, you pulled each half to the side, exposing her chest.
As you examined her body, you could see several large gashes across her near-flawless skin. The cuts in her flesh were deep and covered in blood- much of which had already begun to dry. You ran your hand across her chest, feeling each and every cut, all the while trying to imagine what kind of monster could possibly do this to someone, especially someone so beautiful.
Even with the carnage done to her body, you couldn’t help but admire her beauty. You eventually found yourself sitting on the bed beside her body, completely ignoring the blood that was still there. You leaned in close to her face and found yourself lost in her unseeing eyes. Though they could no longer see the world of the living, to you, it felt like they were looking right into your soul. Just looking into those eyes was almost hypnotic for you, as you soon found yourself leaning in closer until you found yourself kissing her lips. Though the rest of her body was ice-cold, her lips were mesmerizingly warm and enticing.
Your Heart began pounding, as if it were going to burst out of your chest at any moment. Each beat in your chest left your ears ringing. Your mind was beginning to go blank as you began to obey your desires. Your hands were shaking and were soaked in sweat. You were beginning to feel...different- as if some dormant, primal instincts had begun to surface within you.
Your body was filled with lust- you wanted to sate the desires, you wanted...her, but at the same time, you didn’t’t want her. Rather, you wanted something else. You wanted...living flesh- flesh that was warm to the touch and could touch you back. You wanted someone who could feel your touch.
Your mouth began watering at the thought of living flesh. You knew you wanted to release your lust, but you didn’t’t care how. Whether or not it was consensual, you did not care. In fact, the idea of someone fighting back helplessly as you violated them began to pump blood through your veins. The excitement of the danger, the excitement of whether you would get caught or not. You wanted the risk. You pulled yourself off the stiff body below you with such force it sent you sprawling onto your back on your floor as you drifted into slumber.
When you awoke, you brought yourself to your feet as the smell of rotting flesh filled your head once more. You had almost forgotten the girl in your bed and somebody would notice the smell sooner or later. You went to your bathroom and climbed into the shower- you wanted to clean the bloodstains from your body, after all, you wanted a...successful “hunt.” You laughed to yourself at the idea of a “hunt”
When you exited the shower, you looked in the mirror. You noticed some ‘changes’ to your body, the most prominent of which were the marks on your neck. On the right side of your neck were two interlocking spiked crescents, on the left side were three black circles positioned in a triangular pattern. Then there were your eyes. They were now a deep crimson. They weren’t’t bloodshot however; instead the whites of your eyes made the red stand out more. You hurriedly clothed yourself and grabbed the few things you felt you needed, a wallet, and your keys. You weren’t’t sure when you would return to this place, or if you could even return once more.
As you stepped outside, you were blinded by the brightness of the world. The sun was visible in the sky, but today it seemed brighter than usual. Could it be the changes you were going through? Or was it something else entirely?
As you walked down the road looking for your prey, you couldn’t’t help but look at every woman that passed by. Your eyes found their way over every clothed part of their being, from their eyes, to their breasts, their thighs and even their behinds. Your head never moved, your eyes now gave you a remarkable field of vision that extended beyond human limits. And on top of that, your eyesight had increased significantly, with everything appearing closer. As women passed by, you could also smell the unique scent each one gave off, even through the perfume, and it didn’t’t matter what side of the street they were on, you smelled everything.
After about an hour of walking, a feeling of fatigue began to overcome you. It was the sun beating down upon you. In addition to your newfound weakness to sunlight, it also began to drain you of all your energy. Needing to recover your strength, you ducked into an alley and took a seat out of the path of sunlight. Your head was feeling hot, and your palms were sweating once more. Obviously, it wasn't just the sun you were sensitive to, but heat as well, and it felt like you were in an oven.
You leaned your head against the one of the buildings forming the alley. The grey, stone bricks forming the foundation of the building felt cool to the touch, a benefit from being out of the way of light. The damp coolness was relaxing and you found yourself drifting into sleep once more. When you awoke, the sun had set a while ago, you had been asleep for several hours, and nobody seemed to notice you there.
You stood up and stretched your back and set out once more on your 'hunt.' Despite it being a cool, summer night, there was a deficit of people out and about. This wasn't too much of a disappointment to you as it meant there would be less of a chance for you to be caught, but at the same time, you wanted the challenge, you wanted the risk of being caught to be present, but it couldn't be helped.
After a while, you came across a young girl with long brown hair. She seemed to be struggling with her last-minute shopping and you decided to give her a hand. At first she was reluctant to accept your help, but after a somewhat convincing story, she decided you weren't as bad as she thought.
Her house was a good fifteen minute walk from where you met her. The entire walk, you listened to her talk about how she was from out of town and didn't really know anybody in the area- perfect prey in your eyes. Her name was Mia, a twenty-three year old, and she was studying Psychological Disorders at the local college. While listening to her story, you found it funny how you ended up carrying every single one of her bags, except for her purse.
When you arrived at the building she was staying in, you noticed it was a large apartment complex. While you waited for her to let you in, you began wondering how you would get out, but you didn't care, getting in was your objective. Her apartment was on the top floor, and unfortunately, the complex' elevator was out of service, but you didn't mind the exercise. It took another five minutes to make it up the stairs to her room. And once outside Mia thanked you for your help and offered you a drink as thanks. You accepted her hospitality with a smile.
The moment she opened the door, you shoved her inside and locked the door behind you, groceries were thrown all over the room as you forced your way in. The girl had fallen over the couch in the middle of the room and had sprained her ankle. She begged for you to let her go as you forced your way on top of her.
There was the sound of clothing tearing as you ripped her shirt off, revealing her bra. You next tore off the skirt she was wearing, revealing the second half of her set of underwear, which was a pure, untainted white. The girl let out a scream, prompting you to smack her. You told her if she yelled you would kill her. You said this with a smile o your face. With tears in her eyes she nodded in submission. To prevent further noise you used the shreds of her clothing as a makeshift gag.
More tears began to flow from her eyes as you tore her bra off and began to fondle her breasts. They were soft and warm to the touch. You began to laugh as you asked her if she was as soft below as she was above. You tore her panties off and smelled them. The scent of fear and sadness was enveloping and pleasant. This was when she began to fight back. So you use more shreds of clothing to bind her hands as you grabbed onto her legs as you began to violate her.
It was warm and moist and was filled with pleasure. At first it was difficult to move, until you noticed the blood. You smiled to yourself; she was a virgin, your first virgin. You laughed as you slid your fingers inside her and pulled them out, blood lightly coating your fingers. You licked the blood off; it had a sweet and salty taste as you began to violate her more. After a while, she started to loosen up as even more pleasure was bestown upon you, but it wasn't just you. From the looks of it, she had begun to feel the pleasure as well. You smiled and called her a masochistic little slut. You also called her a bitch as you flipped her on her stomach and continued violating her from behind.
She came almost at the same time as you did and you laughed at it. And told her she really was a little slut. Pure and untainted? Yeah right. You tossed her to the side, in a pool of fluids that was a mixture of sweat, semen and her own excretions. While you were here, you decided to wash off in the shower; you left the girl lying there, gasping for air and walked into her bathroom. You were quick and only rinsed yourself off.
As you exited the bathroom, the girl was standing there, naked holding a hand gun to your head. You laughed to yourself, saying she had guts. As you let out a roar and reached for the girl, she pulled the trigger, sending hot lead into your chest. You fell to your back in awe and began to laugh hysterically, forcing blood from the wound and your mouth. You were still laughing as she aimed the barrel at your head.
You laughed even harder as she pulled the trigger.
You smiled to yourself as the world faded to black.
-END

This post has been edited by Pharonix: Jun 27 2012, 05:22 PM

[ImHiPotion]

Hi Potion, here's my submission.
Enjoy.

-WARNING! Contains Themes of an Adult Nature.-

[Show/Hide] Feral - A Second-Person Narrative
-Contains Adult Themes-

Feral - A Second-Person Narrative
By: Pharonix

Your eyes crack open in the middle of the night. As you roll over on your side to look at your clock which dimly displays 01:45am, you feel a warmth on your chest. You crawl out of bed make your way to the bathroom in your small one bedroom apartment. The rent was cheap so you were glad to jump on an almost too-good-to-be-true deal. As you enter your bathroom and turn on the light, your eyes widen in terror at the blood dripping from your chest. With the amount of blood there, there was no way in Hell it could be yours. You had a feeling that if it were, you wouldn't be standing here.
You turn around and look into your bedroom, there's a protrusion next to where you were sleeping. You walk into the room and approach the bulge. As you pull back the covers, the room was filled with the smell of blood as you uncover a bloodstained corpse. The smell fills your nostrils, causing your hands shake as your mind goes blank. The feeling you got was not out of fear but to you, it feels more like the signs of withdrawal. But withdrawal from what?
You turn on the light to further examine the corpse. It was a young woman; she was probably in her early to mid twenties. Even with the blood, you could tell that she was once beautiful. Her hair was long and black and her eyes were a mesmerizing silver-blue. No matter how hard you thought, you just couldn’t remember who she was, or why she was laying in your bed. For a moment, you thought you might have had sex with her, but with her mangled body, there was no way that was possible. The other proof to this, were the clothes she was still wearing.
You felt that you had to examine the body. To avoid further harm to the body, you pulled a pair of scissors from your dresser and began the process of cutting her shirt through the middle. The task was easier than expected thanks to the several slices across the front. When you finished cutting, you pulled each half to the side, exposing her chest.
As you examined her body, you could see several large gashes across her near-flawless skin. The cuts in her flesh were deep and covered in blood- much of which had already begun to dry. You ran your hand across her chest, feeling each and every cut, all the while trying to imagine what kind of monster could possibly do this to someone, especially someone so beautiful.
Even with the carnage done to her body, you couldn’t help but admire her beauty. You eventually found yourself sitting on the bed beside her body, completely ignoring the blood that was still there. You leaned in close to her face and found yourself lost in her unseeing eyes. Though they could no longer see the world of the living, to you, it felt like they were looking right into your soul. Just looking into those eyes was almost hypnotic for you, as you soon found yourself leaning in closer until you found yourself kissing her lips. Though the rest of her body was ice-cold, her lips were mesmerizingly warm and enticing.
Your Heart began pounding, as if it were going to burst out of your chest at any moment. Each beat in your chest left your ears ringing. Your mind was beginning to go blank as you began to obey your desires. Your hands were shaking and were soaked in sweat. You were beginning to feel...different- as if some dormant, primal instincts had begun to surface within you.
Your body was filled with lust- you wanted to sate the desires, you wanted...her, but at the same time, you didn’t’t want her. Rather, you wanted something else. You wanted...living flesh- flesh that was warm to the touch and could touch you back. You wanted someone who could feel your touch.
Your mouth began watering at the thought of living flesh. You knew you wanted to release your lust, but you didn’t’t care how. Whether or not it was consensual, you did not care. In fact, the idea of someone fighting back helplessly as you violated them began to pump blood through your veins. The excitement of the danger, the excitement of whether you would get caught or not. You wanted the risk. You pulled yourself off the stiff body below you with such force it sent you sprawling onto your back on your floor as you drifted into slumber.
When you awoke, you brought yourself to your feet as the smell of rotting flesh filled your head once more. You had almost forgotten the girl in your bed and somebody would notice the smell sooner or later. You went to your bathroom and climbed into the shower- you wanted to clean the bloodstains from your body, after all, you wanted a...successful “hunt.” You laughed to yourself at the idea of a “hunt”
When you exited the shower, you looked in the mirror. You noticed some ‘changes’ to your body, the most prominent of which were the marks on your neck. On the right side of your neck were two interlocking spiked crescents, on the left side were three black circles positioned in a triangular pattern. Then there were your eyes. They were now a deep crimson. They weren’t’t bloodshot however; instead the whites of your eyes made the red stand out more. You hurriedly clothed yourself and grabbed the few things you felt you needed, a wallet, and your keys. You weren’t’t sure when you would return to this place, or if you could even return once more.
As you stepped outside, you were blinded by the brightness of the world. The sun was visible in the sky, but today it seemed brighter than usual. Could it be the changes you were going through? Or was it something else entirely?
As you walked down the road looking for your prey, you couldn’t’t help but look at every woman that passed by. Your eyes found their way over every clothed part of their being, from their eyes, to their breasts, their thighs and even their behinds. Your head never moved, your eyes now gave you a remarkable field of vision that extended beyond human limits. And on top of that, your eyesight had increased significantly, with everything appearing closer. As women passed by, you could also smell the unique scent each one gave off, even through the perfume, and it didn’t’t matter what side of the street they were on, you smelled everything.
After about an hour of walking, a feeling of fatigue began to overcome you. It was the sun beating down upon you. In addition to your newfound weakness to sunlight, it also began to drain you of all your energy. Needing to recover your strength, you ducked into an alley and took a seat out of the path of sunlight. Your head was feeling hot, and your palms were sweating once more. Obviously, it wasn't just the sun you were sensitive to, but heat as well, and it felt like you were in an oven.
You leaned your head against the one of the buildings forming the alley. The grey, stone bricks forming the foundation of the building felt cool to the touch, a benefit from being out of the way of light. The damp coolness was relaxing and you found yourself drifting into sleep once more. When you awoke, the sun had set a while ago, you had been asleep for several hours, and nobody seemed to notice you there.
You stood up and stretched your back and set out once more on your 'hunt.' Despite it being a cool, summer night, there was a deficit of people out and about. This wasn't too much of a disappointment to you as it meant there would be less of a chance for you to be caught, but at the same time, you wanted the challenge, you wanted the risk of being caught to be present, but it couldn't be helped.
After a while, you came across a young girl with long brown hair. She seemed to be struggling with her last-minute shopping and you decided to give her a hand. At first she was reluctant to accept your help, but after a somewhat convincing story, she decided you weren't as bad as she thought.
Her house was a good fifteen minute walk from where you met her. The entire walk, you listened to her talk about how she was from out of town and didn't really know anybody in the area- perfect prey in your eyes. Her name was Mia, a twenty-three year old, and she was studying Psychological Disorders at the local college. While listening to her story, you found it funny how you ended up carrying every single one of her bags, except for her purse.
When you arrived at the building she was staying in, you noticed it was a large apartment complex. While you waited for her to let you in, you began wondering how you would get out, but you didn't care, getting in was your objective. Her apartment was on the top floor, and unfortunately, the complex' elevator was out of service, but you didn't mind the exercise. It took another five minutes to make it up the stairs to her room. And once outside Mia thanked you for your help and offered you a drink as thanks. You accepted her hospitality with a smile.
The moment she opened the door, you shoved her inside and locked the door behind you, groceries were thrown all over the room as you forced your way in. The girl had fallen over the couch in the middle of the room and had sprained her ankle. She begged for you to let her go as you forced your way on top of her.
There was the sound of clothing tearing as you ripped her shirt off, revealing her bra. You next tore off the skirt she was wearing, revealing the second half of her set of underwear, which was a pure, untainted white. The girl let out a scream, prompting you to smack her. You told her if she yelled you would kill her. You said this with a smile o your face. With tears in her eyes she nodded in submission. To prevent further noise you used the shreds of her clothing as a makeshift gag.
More tears began to flow from her eyes as you tore her bra off and began to fondle her breasts. They were soft and warm to the touch. You began to laugh as you asked her if she was as soft below as she was above. You tore her panties off and smelled them. The scent of fear and sadness was enveloping and pleasant. This was when she began to fight back. So you use more shreds of clothing to bind her hands as you grabbed onto her legs as you began to violate her.
It was warm and moist and was filled with pleasure. At first it was difficult to move, until you noticed the blood. You smiled to yourself; she was a virgin, your first virgin. You laughed as you slid your fingers inside her and pulled them out, blood lightly coating your fingers. You licked the blood off; it had a sweet and salty taste as you began to violate her more. After a while, she started to loosen up as even more pleasure was bestown upon you, but it wasn't just you. From the looks of it, she had begun to feel the pleasure as well. You smiled and called her a masochistic little slut. You also called her a bitch as you flipped her on her stomach and continued violating her from behind.
She came almost at the same time as you did and you laughed at it. And told her she really was a little slut. Pure and untainted? Yeah right. You tossed her to the side, in a pool of fluids that was a mixture of sweat, semen and her own excretions. While you were here, you decided to wash off in the shower; you left the girl lying there, gasping for air and walked into her bathroom. You were quick and only rinsed yourself off.
As you exited the bathroom, the girl was standing there, naked holding a hand gun to your head. You laughed to yourself, saying she had guts. As you let out a roar and reached for the girl, she pulled the trigger, sending hot lead into your chest. You fell to your back in awe and began to laugh hysterically, forcing blood from the wound and your mouth. You were still laughing as she aimed the barrel at your head.
You laughed even harder as she pulled the trigger.
You smiled to yourself as the world faded to black.
-END

Woah that was good!!!
It's hilarious that he dies smiling.
Well done. ^.^
The detail you have put in is really good.
Heres mine:

[Show/Hide] You

There are 3, maybe 4 “you’s” in this story.
There is the you who was laying in front of us. Dead and stiff from rigor mortis.
Then there is the you who was texting me ten billion times asking why I’m not in school and not replying.
Then there is the you who was reading this.
The 4th you I’ll get to later.
Because I need to start.
7:00 am I woke up and went to your room to wake you up.
I knocked once and twice but not a third time.
I left it and got ready for school. I finished packing my bag and lunch and knocked on your door again. No answer. I knocked once more. Then I entered. To find what was your live body only a handful of hours ago, now dead and stiff from rigor mortis.
I didn’t really know how to react. I wasn’t an expert with emotion. So I went to our parents room to ruin the day that hadn’t even started for them.
We were all standing in front of the dead body of my brother. It was me, mom, dad and somebody who wasn’t needed... Why does he thinks he is the spine of the family but really he is a thorn in our backside. How could my parents be so stupid as to make that asshole my god father. I mused in anger before realising that there was nothing I could do. So I just let him try and comfort my mother and father. Because right now it is what they needed and it is what him was offering.
I left the room to grab my bag and head off to school. My parents tried to stop me for some reason. “So because my brothers future has ended you expect me to end mine?” I thought. But I didn’t say it. Instead I said “I think it’s best if I have some time alone, and let you all converse about what’s going to happen.”
I went to leave but he slithered his way over to my spot to whispered in my ear.
“If theres anything you want to talk about then don’t hesitate to call me okay buddy?”
I sighed. “Okay.” Cunt.
I walked the same way I did every day. But when I reached the point with the amazing view I lingered there for a bit. I was in a moral dilemma. You see I promised you that if you died before me that I wouldn’t be sad and that I wouldn’t cry, and I made you promise the same thing, despite knowing you wasn’t the type of guy to make promises.The dilemma part was the tears that were building up in my eye balls but never actually spilling out.
I lingered a bit more, holding back the tears, then I continued onwards.
I walked down the familiar road that was just before my school.
There was a lady standing outside smoking a cigarette. I decided to join her.
I had half finished the cigarette when she said “You shouldn’t be smoking that you know.”
“I’d love to say I don’t want to smoke, but due to circumstances I really think it’s a wise decision for me.” I replied.
She left and I finished the cigarette then went off to my class. There weren’t any empty seats near you so I just moved to the back of the class and doodled.
The lesson finished. You was waiting for me.
“Hey Sera. I just have to go somewhere real quick.” I said and the rushed off to hide from you for the rest of the break.
I got back the class, you wasn’t looking very happy. Perhaps you had been waiting for me all break.
The teacher asked me to read out my favorite quote from the shitty old textbook that were handed out to me.
“Speak when angry” I said
“and it will be the best speech you will ever regret.” The words had inspired me somehow.
“Very good.” The teacher said.
I sat back down in my chair and glanced out of the window into the hallway. Matt swished past, stopping for a second to check his hair in the windows reflection.
He opened the door and everyone in the class turned to look at him. And rightly so. Matt was... how best to put it. “Perfect.” He would walk around anywhere and heads would turn. All the girls in the school had a huge crush on him and all the guys envied him. Even the guys had to admit that they also had a small crush on him. He was Perfect... Perfect looking at least. You see he had this horrible attitude. I fucking hated it.
“Sorry I’m late ma’am.” He said to the teacher with his smooth voice and a charming smile.
“T-That’s okay Matt.” She stuttered. She had a crush on him too. All teachers did.
He sat down next to me. The teacher continued the lesson.
I doodled in my note pad. A gravestone with flowers. The flowers roots twisted and turned deeper underground where the lines place themselves into the shape of a tower within which resided a maiden who was guarded by a dragon. But a hero would be coming to save her soon however there was a problem. He wasn’t very beautiful. In fact his face was a scribble of anger. Literally.
A note disrupted my musing.
“Want to go out with me” it read. It was from Matt. “NO” I wrote largely on the paper. This was a regular occurrence, I would have happily dated him if he wasn’t such a dick. I wondered how everyone would react to finding out that the most beautiful person ever liked the most unordinary person in the world.
Either way I didn’t like him so I declined and that was the end of that. Except it wasn’t because when everybody left the class he followed me out and tried to talk to me about it.
“Why won’t you date me? You must like me.” He said
“To be honest Matt no. I don’t like you. Yes you are beautiful. But you’re just such an arrogant prick. You should really work on your attitude and personality, it’s like a sack of shit.”
He smiled a deviant smile as if he was turned on by the fact that I said he is beautiful.
“So if I work on my attitude you’ll love me?” He asked.
“Perhaps. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a dead person to go see.” I barged past him and out the door to find you were looking out for me. I tried to avoid your gaze but to no avail.
You was hurrying towards me yelling several profanities. I didn’t feel up to explaining to you why I wasn’t in for the first half of the day and why I avoided you during the lunch break.
“Sorry. I had a lot to sort out.” I apologised.
“Woah! Somethings wrong. You’re apologising. What happened.” You was shocked.
“Don’t worry.” I said and walked off. Walked home. To where I had stood looking at your dead body. I lit up another cigarette.
“You shouldn’t be doing that, kid.” An eyesore walked into the room.
“I’m not in the happiest moods right now David, so I’ll just continue doing this if it’s all the same to you.”
“It’s not all the same to me, and that’s why I’m telling you to stop.” said an irritable voice.
“Well to be honest I don’t care what you think, so you can fuck off.” I said calmly.
“Fine, I’m done being there for you. You’re a selfish kid who wraps himself in his own world so much that all he can see his own self. Are you really that far up your arse to make this all about you?” He whined.
“No, David, I’m really not. I’m sorry for being depressed, but this morning I found my brother dead. Sorry if you expect me to be all happy and cheery. I never knew a dead relative was a good thing, but I guess it is for you since you can slide your cocky face into this family and act like you own us all. You say that I’m making this about me? Come on David, don’t you dare try to insinuate such an absurd thing. If I really wanted to make this about myself I would cry, or try your method of going around to see everyone seeking pity. You forget that we’re the ones who were actually close to Rey. Not you. So stop being a self centered martyr and leave this house, because we don’t need you.” I had finally cracked. I couldn’t stand this abomination of a person.
I argued to the man you and I had hated so much. I did if for your sake. You would’ve done the same for me.
David left me to my own mind.
I sat there for an hour before I left the room and thought about everything that had happened that day.
My phone vibrated. A text from you was what I needed.
“I’m outside.” it read.
I really didn’t want you to be in this grief ridden house. I went downstairs and opened the door.
“Nows not the best time.” I stated and started to close the door, but you wasn’t the type to give up. You stuck your foot in the door.
“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s up!” You was being so demanding.
“Look now just isn’t the best time okay!” I yelled. I felt bad. I didn’t want to hurt your feeling. Your face was scrunching up as if you would cry at any moment. I had to think on impulse.
“Fine. I’ll lea-” I stopped your knife like words with a kiss. You wasn’t shocked easily but with this you was completely thrown off guard. I wasn’t happy toying with your feelings like this. but it’s all that would have stopped your talking.
“Please leave now.” I said coldly. You wasn't very with it after a shock like that. You did as I said and left.
You must think I’m a bad person right? Being such an asshole to everybody. However that’s who I am.
I went into my room and sat there in silence thinking about all the “you’s”
Needless to say it had been a stressful day, I had pushed one person I had hated away, the other person I hated had become closer. And the one that had already been close became closer. Which I didn’t want. Any of it.
The horrible days that followed destroyed my life forever. But those are stories for another time.
You have reached the end of this horrible tale for now.
What have you gained?
Nothing. Do you need to gain anything from a story?
It’s not all about you, you see?
You You You You.
You is such an ambiguous term.
It implies that I am only talking to one person. But which “you” am I talking to? The you that is my brother who died to set this story? The you who is my friend who helped me come to terms with my sadness? The you who is my godfather who pushed me to do things just to spite him? Or is it you. The reader. But there could be two of you there. In fact. Go get your sister or your brother, your mother or your father, your niece or your nephew, heck get your cat if it can read because I want you both to read this next paragraph and just think. It will be a bunch of emotional bullshit but I just want to make you think.
Got them? Okay lets start.
You are you. And the you that you are is not the you next to you but the you that you are inside of.

First of all I would like to thank you. You were there when I needed you to support me through my rage. So I would like to say sorry to sara who was there when I needed her most.
Next I’ll address you. I want you to do me a favour if you can. I want you to appear before you mother and father. I want you to stretch out your arms and give them a hug. I want you to tell them that you love them. Brother.
Now I will address you. I hate you so much. I wanted to hurt you at times but I held back and let it all out in front of someone else. So I’ll say my goodbyes to you Sid. I hope you die.
Now I’ll address you. Thank you for caring about my pain and suffering. Thank you for coping with my arrogant behaviour. Thank you for hating my guts when I was a prick. So thank you reader. For reading my story has helped liberate me. Although I am a fictional character you should feel proud that you watched over my story with your eagle eyes.
And finally I would like to address the final you. The you that was just dragged from their humble place of peace and dragged into this trainwreck of words.
The thing is. When you are dead you are gone. Nobody will care about you, you won’t be around to care. And those who cared about you will be turning in their graves because their grandchildren which you brought to life will be sharing their stories with a friend about fond memories of a drunken grandparent, but your parents will be trying to yell “We weren’t alcoholics, we just enjoyed a wine on a saturday afternoon!” But they won’t be able to talk because the dead are dead and the dead can’t talk.

But that’s enough of that. I’ll leave it there. There are other stories for other times.
But you were just sitting there. And you weren’t trying to stop me, but instead you just watched me fade into the ether and read these final words.

[Pharonix]

Woah that was good!!!
It's hilarious that he dies smiling.
Well done. ^.^
The detail you have put in is really good.

Thanks HiPotion, glad you liked it.

I looked back into some of my other writings, whether they were from a month ago, or years ago, and I noticed that I use the following lines or a variation thereof (such as something fading away, etc.)
"as the world faded to black." - FERAL
"The next thing I knew was darkness"- Shinigami chapter one - Jumper
" I too was engulfed by the light as the void began to fade away." - Shinigami chapter two - Void

[X-M-O]

The awards are done! ^^

[MEands]

This is what I get for waiting till the last minute XD
Still fun, I look forward to reading all of these. I'm already interested hipotion by the opening sentence of the story.

[Sparrowsmith]

Congratulations to everyone involved, those who placed in particular
It was really fun seeing how everyone approached the theme. Some of you really broke it, some of you wrote it like a 'choose your own adventure', and there was some variation between the two.

I look forward to seeing what happens next time, either as a judge or a contestant

[luv_kitty12]

Haha, I should have worked harder. XD This was fun, though. Congrats to all the winners and all who took part. ^^

Here is mine:

[Show/Hide] Twenty Nights In A Moor

You never knew that it would happen one day. You never even thought that it would happen one day. That one day, you’d stand over a dead person and not scream, Emilia.

There you were, over his dead body, above the moor where he lay, looking upon him coldly instead of the usual cries you often let out. There you were, looking upon his blood that surrounded him and was slowly turning dry. You had not wept, you had not cried, you had not screamed. It was first time disobeying your usual work and probably the last.

For he was the only one.

It all happened so fast that it ran through your head again as you looked through his dead eyes. You had heard the moaning; the soft moaning that your ears became used to hearing and you flew through the trees to reach its source; through the darkness you prepared your tears.

Those tears that you had gotten used to prepare, those tears you cried over people you did not know – never met before. Your life – if it could be called a ‘life’ – had nothing but weeping, crying and screaming.

“Emila…Emila…! Oh, Emilia!”

You heard your name being called but you did not care. It was the same moaning sound that called; what was so special? Probably just a dying man who was murmuring the name of a beloved, a daughter or a wife in his death. Her name was the same as yours; a normal coincidence.

You approached him after you had found him, lying in the middle of the wide moor, his blood surrounding him and a sword drawn right into his chest, his hand over it, holding tightly.

A suicide.

Nothing new, you had cried over a couple of those before.

At least, nothing would have been new.

Had you not seen those eyes.

Those hazel brown eyes of his, looking so sad, so upset, so regretful-why else would he be committing suicide? And again, once again, he murmured,

“Emilia…Oh forgive me, Emilia…”

That voice; so similar. Those eyes; familiar! You looked at him and observed, forgetting about your job that you had come to do. Short but attractive brown hair, its bangs falling handsomely over his face but not hiding those beautiful eyes, tan skin that matched the hair perfectly but was looking pale then, and a strong-built man overall.

Jake Lidenfield – his name.

Your past lover, Emilia.

He looked in your direction and his eyes startled; he could see you, he could see the banshee that you were – that you had become.

“Oh Emilia…is it your ghost? Have you come to comfort me in my death? Or have you come to blame me again, to torment me with your eyes?”

You closed your eyes then, it all went through your head; those two memories. You were such a beauty in your days; blonde hair that reached down to your waist, a pair of attractive blue eyes, a most gorgeous body. Right in that moor you recalled your memories in, was where Jake first confessed love to you, but you gently let him down, unable to return his affections. Mad with grief, it was also where he killed you, twenty nights after, through which he had always told you of his love and you always let him down.

In that very same moor.

You opened your eyes again, looked at him with your eyes; deadly looks. That man who lay in front of you; the cause of your misery between the cries and screams. There he lay; weak and piteous – just the same you were when you were between his hands, begging for mercy, begging for him to spare your life and youth.

“Oh, Emilia…is it really you? I am sorry, forgive me…the man who killed you will die now.”

You looked sharply at him when you remembered what you were there for – to scream over his death, to cry and weep. But the tears wouldn’t trickle – those tears you prepared back on your way to him – didn’t want to go down.

For the first time, you stood over a dying man and refused to cry.

“You…” for the first time, you talked, “You killed me, you murdered me, and you made me who I am now!”

“Still beautiful though,” he replied, his voice confident but husky, his eyes full of love, but what could love do then? Wasn’t that love the reason of your death, and your becoming a banshee? Wasn’t it?

“I was madly in love with you; I still am. I love you with every fiber of my heart. In life or death, I’ll always love you.”

“That’s why you killed me, murdered me, and made me who I am now,” you replied, both sarcastically and truthfully. It was true – it was true that the man who lay beneath you, Jake, loved you more than life, than truth or honor, than anything in the world. It was also true that his love was what killed you, murdered you, made you who you were then.

“Exactly why,” he replied, his voice becoming weaker and fainter as his soul was being lifted elsewhere – maybe to become a banshee too.

But no, that wouldn’t happen. In that cursed part of Ireland, only women who died became banshees. Men who passed away went somewhere else; you’d never know where.

“Oh Emilia…after you died, after you lay dead, killed, between my arms, I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t take it, to live without you. I went madder and madder with grief over you, over my horrible killing to you. Nobody ever found out, but I knew it all and I buried it all in my heart till it almost burst. Oh Emilia…” his voice was becoming fainter that you could hardly hear it any longer, and his eyes – oh, those eyes – were slowly spacing out.

“Forgive me, I beg of you,” he murmured ever so softly, his pain increasing upon him and he groaned in agony, wanting his death to come closer, to take his pain away – once and for all.

And for some reason, you didn’t want him to pain. You didn’t want to see him groaning and moaning. You wanted him to die once and
for all, to go to hell or heaven; wherever he was going. Maybe you wanted him to disappear from in front of you as fast as possible, or maybe you just didn’t like seeing anyone in pain, no matter who he was, or what he did, to you or to anyone.

And then it dawned upon you, and you knelt down to be by his side. He looked at you faintly, lovingly but bewildered. You slowly leaned in, slowly, slowly, slowly, cupping his chin with your hands, until your lips touched his and you were gently kissing him.

He looked startled, surprised, astonished, but only for a moment. And before he could even think of returning the kiss, his grip over the sword loosened, his eyes closed, his breathes stopped and he was only a lifeless body.

Gone. Without weeping.

You broke the kiss off and there you were, standing over him in that moor. You looked around a minute, remembering the old days, remembering those twenty nights – those nights when Jake would hold you in his arms, declare the most romantic words of love to you, the most touching speeches of passion exclusively for you – only to be let down and heartbroken every single time. Oh how you wished that you had known your fate then, for you would have declared some words back at him – if only he had waited a night more!

And so, the tears still filling your eyes, you turned back and flew. You flew through the trees and away from that moor; never to return again. Then you began to sob softly, cry a little, then weep and wail uncontrollably.

Yet, another moaning.

And the cries continue.