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-RavenclawGirl-
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Writing Contest! (25 FOLLOWERS! O.O)

Hi everyone!
In honour of having 25 plimpies (followers), I have decided to host a writing contest. The theme for this writing contest is Horror!
Please enter on DISCUSSION FORUMS ONLY! I can’t view projects!!!

Rules:
- Follow the Scratch rules.
- Nothing inappropriate
- Must be a horror story.
- Please not too long!
- Make it PG. Please.
Tips: (I highly recommend reading this)
- I don’t like romance. At. All.
- Use good descriptions.
- Try to make the story flow.
- I also like tense and suspenseful stories.

I won’t count stories which are not on forum pages. Please post the link as a reply to this topic. Don’t write the story as a reply though, please.
The deadline is 25th February!

Anyway, that’s all! Thanks!
~Luna


Don’t worry. You’re just as sane as I am. -Luna Lovegood

Strangers think I’m quiet.
Friends think I’m out-going.
Best friends know that I’m completely insane. -Unknown
MCcodeclub2017
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21 posts

Writing Contest! (25 FOLLOWERS! O.O)

Pg?
-RavenclawGirl-
New to Scratch
15 posts

Writing Contest! (25 FOLLOWERS! O.O)

MCcodeclub2017 wrote:

Pg?
Parental Guidance. Idk how to explain it, sorry. Search it up, maybe?

Don’t worry. You’re just as sane as I am. -Luna Lovegood

Strangers think I’m quiet.
Friends think I’m out-going.
Best friends know that I’m completely insane. -Unknown
Cinnamon105
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Writing Contest! (25 FOLLOWERS! O.O)

Here is my entry:

The echoing footsteps got closer… until…
~
I jump out of bed and pant, covered in sweat. My little brother looks up from his top bunk and stares at me. “Are you okay, Sammy?” He asks. I shake my head. “Another nightmare?” He asks. I nod, not finding any words. “Do you want me to go get Mommy?” I shake my head. He looks at me strangely and falls back asleep. I get out of bed and sit on the ground, not wanting to go back to sleep. I have the same nightmare every day, a creepy serial killer chases me and it ends right when he is about to kill me.
My little sister sleeps peacefully in her bed, and I watch her for a moment, bored. She stirs and looks at me with her big green eyes. “Go to sleep, big brother.” She tells me. “I can't, could you stay up with me?” She rolls her eyes. “No way. I have an Algebra one test tomorrow. Go wake up Jordan or something.”
“I already woke him up.”
“Then go wake up Mom or Dad.” Then she goes back to sleep.
A few hours later, I managed to fall asleep. Then I wake up. I'm not in the same room, though.
“Where am I?” I ask aloud.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Someone is tapping on the glass.
I turn around.
“Hello?” I call out. No one answers.
Great. Just great.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Wheeze.
My asthma is kicking up again.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
I walk over to the window, it is shattered and broke. I smell blood. I look down.
My sister, covered in blood.
Her blood.
“WHAT THE HECK?” I scream.
I turn the other way.
My brother. Covered in blood.
My sister's blood.
“Jordan?” I mumble, afraid out of my mind.
“No.” He answers. His voice sounds crooked.
And old.
“Who are you and what have you done with my brother?!” I scream.
“This is no dream, Samuel. This is your real life.”
I look at him confused.
“You haven't been dreaming, you've been shown what would happen. In the future. To your sister.”
He moves his hand over to my dead sister.
“Your brother.”
He points at himself, my brother's soul trapped inside, screaming for help.
“And you.”
He points at me. He reaches into his back pocket.
He grabs a knife, stained with blood.
“Goodbye, Samuel.”
He tosses it. It stabs me.
I fall.
I never get up again.
-Starii
New to Scratch
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Writing Contest! (25 FOLLOWERS! O.O)

Cinnamon105 wrote:

Here is my entry:

The echoing footsteps got closer… until…
~
I jump out of bed and pant, covered in sweat. My little brother looks up from his top bunk and stares at me. “Are you okay, Sammy?” He asks. I shake my head. “Another nightmare?” He asks. I nod, not finding any words. “Do you want me to go get Mommy?” I shake my head. He looks at me strangely and falls back asleep. I get out of bed and sit on the ground, not wanting to go back to sleep. I have the same nightmare every day, a creepy serial killer chases me and it ends right when he is about to kill me.
My little sister sleeps peacefully in her bed, and I watch her for a moment, bored. She stirs and looks at me with her big green eyes. “Go to sleep, big brother.” She tells me. “I can't, could you stay up with me?” She rolls her eyes. “No way. I have an Algebra one test tomorrow. Go wake up Jordan or something.”
“I already woke him up.”
“Then go wake up Mom or Dad.” Then she goes back to sleep.
A few hours later, I managed to fall asleep. Then I wake up. I'm not in the same room, though.
“Where am I?” I ask aloud.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Someone is tapping on the glass.
I turn around.
“Hello?” I call out. No one answers.
Great. Just great.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Wheeze.
My asthma is kicking up again.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
I walk over to the window, it is shattered and broke. I smell blood. I look down.
My sister, covered in blood.
Her blood.
“WHAT THE HECK?” I scream.
I turn the other way.
My brother. Covered in blood.
My sister's blood.
“Jordan?” I mumble, afraid out of my mind.
“No.” He answers. His voice sounds crooked.
And old.
“Who are you and what have you done with my brother?!” I scream.
“This is no dream, Samuel. This is your real life.”
I look at him confused.
“You haven't been dreaming, you've been shown what would happen. In the future. To your sister.”
He moves his hand over to my dead sister.
“Your brother.”
He points at himself, my brother's soul trapped inside, screaming for help.
“And you.”
He points at me. He reaches into his back pocket.
He grabs a knife, stained with blood.
“Goodbye, Samuel.”
He tosses it. It stabs me.
I fall.
I never get up again.

Wow! This is absolutely AMAZING! It’s also the first entry, and I LOVE it! It’s full if suspense, which I love, and also quite mysterious, another thing I enjoy in stories! And it ends on a cliffhanger (kinda ). It’s great!

Just a slightly crazii person <3 - Ravenclaw - Writer - Dreamer - Weirdooo -
Ravenpuff3
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53 posts

Writing Contest! (25 FOLLOWERS! O.O)

Here is my entry:
I'm walking, but I can't feel my feet, I'm talking, but I can't feel my mouth. I'm holding something, something very sharp. Suddenly, I can feel again. But I don't have my mind. My hand swings down, blood erupts and two hazel eyes go white. Then, I get my brain back as well, I'm staring into the eyes of my beloved younger sister, except they have no life. I erupt into tears. I've now killed every member of my family. I hear the police sirens, then for a split second I feel something go through my head. Then it falls. During my last second of life I smiled than left.
phebpheb13
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30 posts

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PHEBPHEB13 ENTRY:
They say I'm crazy. That everything I saw wasn't real. Hallucinations of some sort. Maybe sleepwalking. The cuts and scratches? Well, there's always different answers to that. Most say I must've done that in my sleep. Some say I must've tripped or something. But nobody understands the truth. Nobody understands nobody understands nobodyunderstandsnobodyunderstandsnobody… AARGH. Sometimes I do think I'm going crazy. I can feel the madness crawling underneath my skin, waiting for me to sink into it. It rises up like bile in my throat, and I have to push it down. Sometimes it almost wins. Sometimes I think it would just be easier to let it. To slip into delusion. They already see me that way, anyways. But I have to stay sane. My only friends, the only two other people in the world who would understand, are dead. So I have to keep fighting. Otherwise it'll come back.
NOTE: this is sorta like a part one for this thing, so yeah.
-Starii
New to Scratch
8 posts

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phebpheb13 wrote:

PHEBPHEB13 ENTRY:
They say I'm crazy. That everything I saw wasn't real. Hallucinations of some sort. Maybe sleepwalking. The cuts and scratches? Well, there's always different answers to that. Most say I must've done that in my sleep. Some say I must've tripped or something. But nobody understands the truth. Nobody understands nobody understands nobodyunderstandsnobodyunderstandsnobody… AARGH. Sometimes I do think I'm going crazy. I can feel the madness crawling underneath my skin, waiting for me to sink into it. It rises up like bile in my throat, and I have to push it down. Sometimes it almost wins. Sometimes I think it would just be easier to let it. To slip into delusion. They already see me that way, anyways. But I have to stay sane. My only friends, the only two other people in the world who would understand, are dead. So I have to keep fighting. Otherwise it'll come back.
NOTE: this is sorta like a part one for this thing, so yeah.
This is sooooo good!!! I LOVE it!

Just a slightly crazii person <3 - Ravenclaw - Writer - Dreamer - Weirdooo -
-Starii
New to Scratch
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Ravenpuff3 wrote:

Here is my entry:
I'm walking, but I can't feel my feet, I'm talking, but I can't feel my mouth. I'm holding something, something very sharp. Suddenly, I can feel again. But I don't have my mind. My hand swings down, blood erupts and two hazel eyes go white. Then, I get my brain back as well, I'm staring into the eyes of my beloved younger sister, except they have no life. I erupt into tears. I've now killed every member of my family. I hear the police sirens, then for a split second I feel something go through my head. Then it falls. During my last second of life I smiled than left.

Wow! Great, I love it!!

Just a slightly crazii person <3 - Ravenclaw - Writer - Dreamer - Weirdooo -
ginacg
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32 posts

Writing Contest! (25 FOLLOWERS! O.O)

MY HORROR STORYYYYY
One day there was a very happy family… and then something strange happened. (1 day before)
“Hey, Chris, you want to go down to that old house?” (scary music…)

Last edited by ginacg (Feb. 8, 2018 20:53:20)


Ravenpuff3
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Writing Contest! (25 FOLLOWERS! O.O)

-Starii wrote:

Ravenpuff3 wrote:

Here is my entry:
I'm walking, but I can't feel my feet, I'm talking, but I can't feel my mouth. I'm holding something, something very sharp. Suddenly, I can feel again. But I don't have my mind. My hand swings down, blood erupts and two hazel eyes go white. Then, I get my brain back as well, I'm staring into the eyes of my beloved younger sister, except they have no life. I erupt into tears. I've now killed every member of my family. I hear the police sirens, then for a split second I feel something go through my head. Then it falls. During my last second of life I smiled than left.

Wow! Great, I love it!!
Thank you!
phebpheb13
Scratcher
30 posts

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-Starii wrote:

phebpheb13 wrote:

PHEBPHEB13 ENTRY:
They say I'm crazy. That everything I saw wasn't real. Hallucinations of some sort. Maybe sleepwalking. The cuts and scratches? Well, there's always different answers to that. Most say I must've done that in my sleep. Some say I must've tripped or something. But nobody understands the truth. Nobody understands nobody understands nobodyunderstandsnobodyunderstandsnobody… AARGH. Sometimes I do think I'm going crazy. I can feel the madness crawling underneath my skin, waiting for me to sink into it. It rises up like bile in my throat, and I have to push it down. Sometimes it almost wins. Sometimes I think it would just be easier to let it. To slip into delusion. They already see me that way, anyways. But I have to stay sane. My only friends, the only two other people in the world who would understand, are dead. So I have to keep fighting. Otherwise it'll come back.
NOTE: this is sorta like a part one for this thing, so yeah.
This is sooooo good!!! I LOVE it!
Thanks!!!!
phebpheb13
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30 posts

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phebpheb13 wrote:

PHEBPHEB13 ENTRY:
They say I'm crazy. That everything I saw wasn't real. Hallucinations of some sort. Maybe sleepwalking. The cuts and scratches? Well, there's always different answers to that. Most say I must've done that in my sleep. Some say I must've tripped or something. But nobody understands the truth. Nobody understands nobody understands nobodyunderstandsnobodyunderstandsnobody… AARGH. Sometimes I do think I'm going crazy. I can feel the madness crawling underneath my skin, waiting for me to sink into it. It rises up like bile in my throat, and I have to push it down. Sometimes it almost wins. Sometimes I think it would just be easier to let it. To slip into delusion. They already see me that way, anyways. But I have to stay sane. My only friends, the only two other people in the world who would understand, are dead. So I have to keep fighting. Otherwise it'll come back.
NOTE: this is sorta like a part one for this thing, so yeah.
REVISION:
They say I'm crazy. That everything I saw wasn't real. Hallucinations of some sort. Maybe sleepwalking. The cuts and scratches? Well, there's always different answers to that. Most say I must've done that in my sleep. Some say I must've tripped or something. But nobody understands the truth. Nobody understands nobody understands nobodyunderstandsnobodyunderstandsnobody… AARGH. Sometimes I do think I'm going crazy. I can feel the madness crawling underneath my skin, waiting for me to sink into it. It rises up like bile in my throat, and I have to push it down. Sometimes it almost wins. Sometimes I think it would just be easier to let it. To slip into delusion. They already see me that way, anyways.They want so badly to be able to put me into that category, so they can dismiss everything I say. But I have to stay sane. My only friends, the only two other people in the world who would understand, are dead. So I have to keep fighting. Nobody understands, because nobody wants to understand. If it's not defined by logic, then it doesn't exist. It's trying to finish me off too. Trying to eliminate me, so there's nobody else who knows. Read this if you must, but be warned. It doesn't like to be known. It likes to slip in when no one's looking, pass for normal, and… attack. Once you read this, it'll come for you too. You know more about it now then you should. If you try really hard, you can pretend. Pretend that you never read it. Maybe it won't know. But if it does… it'll come back.
NOTE: I'm probably going to continue this because I really like writing it, so I'll make a studio if anyone wants to read the rest
-Starii
New to Scratch
8 posts

Writing Contest! (25 FOLLOWERS! O.O)

phebpheb13 wrote:

phebpheb13 wrote:

PHEBPHEB13 ENTRY:
They say I'm crazy. That everything I saw wasn't real. Hallucinations of some sort. Maybe sleepwalking. The cuts and scratches? Well, there's always different answers to that. Most say I must've done that in my sleep. Some say I must've tripped or something. But nobody understands the truth. Nobody understands nobody understands nobodyunderstandsnobodyunderstandsnobody… AARGH. Sometimes I do think I'm going crazy. I can feel the madness crawling underneath my skin, waiting for me to sink into it. It rises up like bile in my throat, and I have to push it down. Sometimes it almost wins. Sometimes I think it would just be easier to let it. To slip into delusion. They already see me that way, anyways. But I have to stay sane. My only friends, the only two other people in the world who would understand, are dead. So I have to keep fighting. Otherwise it'll come back.
NOTE: this is sorta like a part one for this thing, so yeah.
REVISION:
They say I'm crazy. That everything I saw wasn't real. Hallucinations of some sort. Maybe sleepwalking. The cuts and scratches? Well, there's always different answers to that. Most say I must've done that in my sleep. Some say I must've tripped or something. But nobody understands the truth. Nobody understands nobody understands nobodyunderstandsnobodyunderstandsnobody… AARGH. Sometimes I do think I'm going crazy. I can feel the madness crawling underneath my skin, waiting for me to sink into it. It rises up like bile in my throat, and I have to push it down. Sometimes it almost wins. Sometimes I think it would just be easier to let it. To slip into delusion. They already see me that way, anyways.They want so badly to be able to put me into that category, so they can dismiss everything I say. But I have to stay sane. My only friends, the only two other people in the world who would understand, are dead. So I have to keep fighting. Nobody understands, because nobody wants to understand. If it's not defined by logic, then it doesn't exist. It's trying to finish me off too. Trying to eliminate me, so there's nobody else who knows. Read this if you must, but be warned. It doesn't like to be known. It likes to slip in when no one's looking, pass for normal, and… attack. Once you read this, it'll come for you too. You know more about it now then you should. If you try really hard, you can pretend. Pretend that you never read it. Maybe it won't know. But if it does… it'll come back.
NOTE: I'm probably going to continue this because I really like writing it, so I'll make a studio if anyone wants to read the rest

THIS IS SOOOO GOOD! I LOVE IT!!!

Just a slightly crazii person <3 - Ravenclaw - Writer - Dreamer - Weirdooo -
MCcodeclub2017
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The Cannings had a sister we likes to sleep a lot. One night at 12:00 she woke. She grabbed a knife her eyes switched to red and she grinned scarily. Then she grabbed a potion which turned people into evil demons like her. She ran in to every room and all her family turned bad so they made everyone in their town bad too. So stay away from London if you want to stay safe… And how do I know all this? You ask Well I am the sleepy sister and I'm coming to get you….
MCcodeclub2017
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Writing Contest! (25 FOLLOWERS! O.O)

MCcodeclub2017 wrote:

The Cannings had a sister we likes to sleep a lot. One night at 12:00 she woke. She grabbed a knife her eyes switched to red and she grinned scarily. Then she grabbed a potion which turned people into evil demons like her. She ran in to every room and all her family turned bad so they made everyone in their town bad too. So stay away from London if you want to stay safe… And how do I know all this? You ask Well I am the sleepy sister and I'm coming to get you….
Is this to scary? Sorry if it is it prob isn't because I never watched 12 films!
MCcodeclub2017
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-RavenclawGirl- wrote:

MCcodeclub2017 wrote:

Pg?
Parental Guidance. Idk how to explain it, sorry. Search it up, maybe?
Ahh I know don't worry thanks anyway
-Starii
New to Scratch
8 posts

Writing Contest! (25 FOLLOWERS! O.O)

MCcodeclub2017 wrote:

The Cannings had a sister we likes to sleep a lot. One night at 12:00 she woke. She grabbed a knife her eyes switched to red and she grinned scarily. Then she grabbed a potion which turned people into evil demons like her. She ran in to every room and all her family turned bad so they made everyone in their town bad too. So stay away from London if you want to stay safe… And how do I know all this? You ask Well I am the sleepy sister and I'm coming to get you….

Great! Well done!

Just a slightly crazii person <3 - Ravenclaw - Writer - Dreamer - Weirdooo -
Willowspaw
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Meh Story ^.^ ~Willowspaw)) Hi, I'm Willlow. I just moved to this neighborhood. Today was my first day of school, and it was horrible. I seriously have NO friends. But that's not the point, of my story. My new house….Seems a bit creepy. I mean, my parent say its old, but I overheard kids talk about my house, saying rumors like “I heard once that someone died in the new girl's house” and whatever, but I don't believe that junk. Until one night, my parents were out late doing whatever, and I was on bed, on my phone. I heard a faint laugh of something but ignored it. Then it got louder and louder and louder. Now at that point I was getting scared. Then it got so loud, I was tucked tightly under my covers. Then I heard the door of my bedroom creep open, slowly. Then I heard children laughing, and I froze. These were there exact words, “Willow, Willow come to play, in the night we don't hide away, come and play……HAHAHAHA” They cried out. My heartbeat was so loud, and I thought I was done for, but wait! They ripped my covers off the bed, and I had a bloodcurtiling scream. The figures started laughing. I looked at them. Turns out it was just my neighbors playing a prank on me. We all laughed it off, I guess that's how you welcome a neighbor. But its not the end, the next day, I went to their house, and who was at the door wasn't my neighbors. I asked the people where my neighbors went and they said that those people never has lived here. So that meant, those weren't my neighbors, those were…………….. (Diary falls in a sewer).

That Is My Story! Hope You Liked It!! ~Willowspaw ^.^
nintend_dave
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Writing Contest! (25 FOLLOWERS! O.O)

Cinnamon105 wrote:

Here is my entry:

The echoing footsteps got closer… until…
~
I jump out of bed and pant, covered in sweat. My little brother looks up from his top bunk and stares at me. “Are you okay, Sammy?” He asks. I shake my head. “Another nightmare?” He asks. I nod, not finding any words. “Do you want me to go get Mommy?” I shake my head. He looks at me strangely and falls back asleep. I get out of bed and sit on the ground, not wanting to go back to sleep. I have the same nightmare every day, a creepy serial killer chases me and it ends right when he is about to kill me.
My little sister sleeps peacefully in her bed, and I watch her for a moment, bored. She stirs and looks at me with her big green eyes. “Go to sleep, big brother.” She tells me. “I can't, could you stay up with me?” She rolls her eyes. “No way. I have an Algebra one test tomorrow. Go wake up Jordan or something.”
“I already woke him up.”
“Then go wake up Mom or Dad.” Then she goes back to sleep.
A few hours later, I managed to fall asleep. Then I wake up. I'm not in the same room, though.
“Where am I?” I ask aloud.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Someone is tapping on the glass.
I turn around.
“Hello?” I call out. No one answers.
Great. Just great.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Wheeze.
My asthma is kicking up again.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
I walk over to the window, it is shattered and broke. I smell blood. I look down.
My sister, covered in blood.
Her blood.
“WHAT THE HECK?” I scream.
I turn the other way.
My brother. Covered in blood.
My sister's blood.
“Jordan?” I mumble, afraid out of my mind.
“No.” He answers. His voice sounds crooked.
And old.
“Who are you and what have you done with my brother?!” I scream.
“This is no dream, Samuel. This is your real life.”
I look at him confused.
“You haven't been dreaming, you've been shown what would happen. In the future. To your sister.”
He moves his hand over to my dead sister.
“Your brother.”
He points at himself, my brother's soul trapped inside, screaming for help.
“And you.”
He points at me. He reaches into his back pocket.
He grabs a knife, stained with blood.
“Goodbye, Samuel.”
He tosses it. It stabs me.
I fall.
I never get up again.

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