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[marley_asaur]

Keep your story in ONE post.
And I am not good in posters.
Will the poster be marked as the hugest part of the contest?
And I don't see why we need a poster. :\ That seems suited for MCC.

[gingermeez]

marley_asaur wrote: keep your story in ONE post. And I am not good in posters. Will the poster be marked as the hugest part of the contest? And I don't see why we need a poster. :\ That seems suited for MCC.

No, the story is the bulk of what I will be looking at.

[wtf_jeska]

Kyle, Max, and Steven are all in Steven's room, talking on meez.

Kyle: Max, your girlfriend is so dramatic.
Steven: Meez drama is the worse.
Max: l0l I know.
Max: She's hella hot though!
Steven: Dude, she is. No denying.
Kyle: Wtf. She is too dramatic for me..
'dark_one enters room'
Kyle: Who the hell are you?
Steven: Do you want me to kick him you guys?
Dark_one: I wouldn't do that if I were you...
Steven: lmao. Dude I can kick you when ever I want!
Dark_one: Think again.
Kyle: Who is this guy?
Max: He's a creeper.
Steven: I'm just gonna kick him.
Max: No, he is just some emo kid. Leave him be.
Dark_one: I am not emo, I am a vampire. Max please don't look at dirty pictures while talking to your friends, its disturbing.
Max: O_O
Max: ... Uhh
Steven: Whoa this guy is a creeper.
Kyle: Max, Rofl, are you looking at porn dude?
Max: I was xD
Kyle: Ewww Dude! L0l
Dark_one: Kyle you were too
Kyle: O_O
Max: alright get this guy out of here..
Steven: okay.
Dark_one: don't.
Steven: or what..? XD
'Steven leaves room'
Max: O_O
Kyle: O_O
Dark_one: I warned him.
Max: He probably just got kicked
Kyle: l0l yeah, he's always cussing.
Dark_one: Ignorance is bliss.
Max: Dude, stop being creepy
Kyle: Im gonna report him.
Dark_one: Max, do what your sister said
Max: .. How did you know she just talked to me?
Dark_one: =} I see everything.
Max: Dude stop! :[
Kyle: Did your sister just talk to you?
Max: yeah
Kyle: whoa dude.
Max: ik. Dark one, if you dont stop Im gonna call the cops.
Dark_one: and what are they gonna do?
Max: you had to be in my house to hear that, so I can have them arrest you.
Dark_one: put down that phone.
Kyle: Max, just put the phone down, oh man.
'Max leaves the room'
Kyle: Oh man, don't hurt me okay.
Dark_one: you better push your mug up further on the desk, you're gonna knock if over with your...
Dark_one: Like you just did..
Kyle: Where are you man? Who are you?
Dark_one: I'm your worse nightmare =}
'Kyle leaves the room'
Dark_one: Who's next -licks lips- =}

-CrazyFranca

[smileychik_100]

gingermeez wrote: No, the story is the bulk of what I will be looking at.

good because my poster is my meez screenshotted.

[smileychik_100]

The wind rustled the tiny cottage like house, it howled like the many wolves just on the other side of the large mountain near. A blood red moon was casted over head in the murky dark sky, making everything around it hazy and eeri. As yet another howl filled the air, there was some activity happening in the innocent cottage. Just at the base of "Hell Mountain."

Rumors had it that the house was haunted with spine chilling ghosts. And that it all started on one night when the father of three slaughtered his wife, children, and then ended it with killing himself.
"It was said to be the largest crime ever near the community," Said a wheezy prophet. Her crazy grey eyes lingered on each of the four teenagers around her. Her white hair dangled around her face, a name tag scrawled the name: PROPHET MARY.
"Tell us the story, Already." Said an impatient girl of the name Susan. Prophet Mary's lazy eye landed on her, and she gave all the kids a wicked smile.
"It was one night...When the devil was out..."

Little seven year old Maryann Blake was playing with the dolly her father had given her the night before. It had black button eyes and a make shift table cloth dress. It's head always cocked to the side, and the painted on smile was haunting.
"Mommy, what's for dinner?" Maryann asked sweetly, and jumped to the window and looked out. She was used to this lfie style, being away from civilization. Her only friends her family. The full moon made Maryann scared, but she was in the saftey of her home.
"Chicken breast and beans." Her mother, Deborah, replied. Maryann stiffled a sigh. This was the third night in the row having that. Maryann pulled her curly blonde hair in a ribbon, and her baby blue eyes were distant.
"Maryann! Did you touch my dolls?" Maryann's big sister, the fond age of Thirteen screamed. Maryann looked to see Victoria. She was the girl who got much attention from on lookers, seeing that she was beautiful with dirty blond hair that draped over her shoulder elegantly, and the largest and most sparklest eyes ever. Too bad she had such a nasty personality.
"No, daddy gave me this doll." Maryann said honestly.
"Liar! Now give me back my doll," Victoria hissed.
"Stop it, Vikki. Maryann didn't take your doll!" Their mother screamed, "Now where is Charles?" Charles was there brother, age of Fourteen with copper colored hair and brown eyes.
"I haven't had a clue, mother." Victoria snarled, "But I have a clue where my doll is."
"Oh, give it a rest." Charles said coming out of nowhere, the rain pelted him. "Dads chopping wood with this new axe he has! It's amazing, it slices through wood like butter." He smiled at his sisters, but they showed no interest. Girls Charles muttered to himself.

After dinner without their busy father, the girls went back in to the dusty living room to play, as did Charles.
"Need help cleaning up?" Charles had asked Deborah.
"No sweetie, just go play with your sisters. You're not the man of the house yet." And with that, Charles left by order.
"Daddy's been chopping wood a long time," Maryann murmured worridly, still playing with her dolly.
"I know, seems odd." Victoria muttered.
"Well whatever the reason, it is late. We should go to bed." Charles took Maryann by the arm and began going up the wooden stairs.
"Charles, you're like a second Deborah." Victoria laughed. Charles smiled at the insult.

At around midnight, Maryann woke up to a scary shuffling downstairs. It seemed like somebody was dragging something against the wooden floor. Then there was a THUMP, as if dropping something. Moving uneasily under the scratchy blanket, she tried to get back to sleep only to be shooken away five minutes later.
"Maryann, I sense something's wrong." Charles whisper and Maryann heard Victoria whimpering. "Mother didn't come up...something's happened."

The three shuffled downstairs as quietly as possible, their hair moving as the wind surged through the open door. They saw rain leeking in do the house, making a pool around a bloody figure on the floor. As they peered closer, they saw it was their mother. Deborah.
Victoria wailed and flung herself to her moms body.
"Mom! Mom!" She screamed.
"Later Victoria! We got to get out!" Charles took her by the hair and began running to the door. But an axe that was flung at the door stopped them. When they turned around, there was their father. Maryann screamed and ran out of the door, leaving her brother and sister behind.

"Maryann! Don't!" Charles screamed, but was too late. Their father came Closer, Victoria was at her moms body again, crying. Their dad picked Victoria's hair up from the ground, and plunged a knife through her neck. Making her bleed immensely, and then she was no more.
"You monster!" Charles screamed, and then was silenced.
_____

"What happened to Maryann?" Todd asked, a teenage boy.
"You're looking at her." Prophet Mary grinned and held up an axe.



lul at supposed to be poster

[wtf_jeska]

How many times may I enter?

[metaldefender]

I sat on my bed, rocking back and forth. The only light came from the street lamp outside, lighting my room up.
I was scared.
I was alone.
I heard the ticking of the old Grandfather clock downstairs and looked at my watch. 10 seconds to Midnight. I looked around my room, then curled up, burrying my head on my knees.
The old Grandfather clock chimed, and I counted how many chimes.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
Eleven.
Twelve.
Thirteen.
I stopped. Thirteen?

I raised my head, noticing how cold the room had gotten.
"Danniiiiiii" A voice whispered. I froze, my eyes wide with terror. Oh Gods.
A hand clamped down on my shoulder and I screamed, practically flying off my bed and wrenching my bedroom door open.

I thundered down the stairs, jumping the last couple, but I forgot that the mat was ontop of slidy wooden flooring. The second my feet connected with the mat, I slipped and fell back onto the stairs with a loud thud.
"Ow...." I mumbled, rubbing my head.
"Danniiiiii" The voice came again, and I soon got over my aching head and back, scrambling to my feet and running to the front door. I heard footsteps on the stairs just as I reached the front door. I pulled on the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. I tried again.

"Come on!" I cried, thumping on the door. I looked around frantically for an escape. I saw the door to the kitchen slightly ajar and ran to it, but before I could reach it, it slammed shut.
"No! God damn you!" I cried.
I ran back to the front door, but before I could even attempt to reach it, an arm wrapped around my body and arms, pulling me back into a body. A cold hand clamped over my mouth.

Heavy, cold, breathing reached my ear.
"You. Are. Mine" The voice whispered hoarsly into my ear. I struggled, tears streaming down my cheeks.
I was going to die, and as soon as I felt the cold blade plunge into my heart, I did....

[-snow]

Here is my photo for the contest. Good luck everyone one!

[karumi-chan]

A poster is honestly needed in order to apply for this? (-_- )