July/August Fanfic Contest winner Arcturus

[Lobo]

OK, here it is everyone, these are your July/August fan fic entries. Vote for your favorite, and remember to reveal yourself as author publicly will void the entry. Also this contest will have a very special surprise for the winner.


Entry 1

'City Below the Streets'

"It was dark down here... it was always dark down here. We could sense, but we could not see, what was standing in-front of us all along. We never knew who we were, or why we're here, but we are. And that's all we need to know"

Far below the cities we see is a world with little creatures, working. As everyone else did the same.

"Odi! Come here!" - Pilm

The little creature known as Odi found his way towards his father, Pilm, through the tunnel which at the top of them, tiny little holes led all the way to the streets above as light shawn threw them.

"Yes, father" - Odi

"There is a liquid substance coming through here, help the others block it from coming through" - Pilm

"Yes, father" - Odi

Odi followed the tunnels up to his brothers who were soaking small droplets of dirt into a small pool of water as they stuck them to the top from where the water was running through.

"You know what to do?" - Alk

"I know what to do" - Odi

Odi grabbed a droplet of dirt and soaked it in the batch of water and stuck it on the top as the others did.

"If this does not work, we will then have to block off all of these tunnels before this comes through" - Dih

"True, but it won't" - Alk

"Don't be so sure, Alk. Anything is possible" - Odi

"Sure, the dreamer knows best" - Alk

"Silence" - Dih

The three creatures stopped working as they heard something coming towards them from above.

"Block off the tunnel, go!" - Dih

Dih and Alk ran outside of the tunnel and tried to push the rock in-front of it's entrance.

"Odi, help us!" - Alk

Odi ran over towards them and helped them push the rock in the way of the entrance.

The three of them again began to soak little droplets of mud into the small puddle of water and place them alongside the rock to make it stick. But all of a sudden, the water blasted through the rock and came running through the tunnels. Odi tried to stop himself by holding his arms up against the top of the tunnel and finally he found something to stop himself from running any further with the water. It was one of the small holes at the top of the tunnel. Odi pulled himself up into the hole but before he began climbing up it, he felt the sun's heat. He then reached his hand towards it as he then began to climb up further to the surface. Finally, Odi made it to the top where he found himself inside a field of grass.

Odi held his arms out in-front of him and felt a piece of grass, he sat down beside it, without losing it's grip.

"Where am I?" - Odi

"My home was lost, but I found something else in return. Something, where anything is possible."

Slowly, the field of grass Odi came from began to turn yellow.

The End

 

[Lobo]

Entry 2

The World's Best Meal​

Once upon a time (great opening, huh?), in a faraway land, there was a king whose daughter, Bella, was able to cook a meal so good that it was believed a man could die from overstimulation if he had more than one helping. Housewives from all around begged her to tell them the secret to asked, but she always just blushed and dodged the question by telling a story about magical elves.
One day, after he had returned from a battle, Joe, the king's head knight, asked Bella to cook him her famous meal and propped the kitchen door open so he could solve the mystery once and for all...​

TO BE CONTINUED (Actually, I just ran out of ideas)​

 

[Lobo]

Entry 3


A Place of Sin


The tavern on Main Street attracts many people whom wish to forget about their day, sometimes their own past. I plead guilty, as I am one of those people. There are things that I wish I never experienced, but life is never fair, why would I be the exception? I live in a peaceful town, there are hardly any murders committed around here, and the majority of crimes around here are hardly even worth mentioning. Ever since my experience at Devil's Prospect, people have persistently asked me to tell them the story. And now here you are, come to hear the story for yourself? Well I'll recall the events which have made me look over my shoulder ever since. Of course there are the skeptics, and you are no different, but there is really no reason to lie. I never had a reputation before, but now I do, and it's a rather negative one. You see, in small towns words travels fast.

I recall that fateful night of June 30th so vividly, it was as if it happened yesterday. I can remember the balmy summer night in the great white north, there was a particular calmness in the air. It had been a long frustrating day at the shop and I wanted nothing more then to get home to eat dinner and spend time with my wife. After all was said and done I sat on a lawn chair in the backyard with the wife drinking lemonade. Max, our tabby cat was curled up under the pine tree in the eastern side of the yard. Barley, our Labrador retriever was happily chasing after buzzing flies which seemed to interest him greatly.

Julia and I were in the middle of a conversation when the ringing of the phone in the kitchen interrupted us. It was my sister, Caroline. She was bit of a risk taker, an adventurer if you will. She and her friends had bit of a strange hobby; they referred to themselves as ghost hunters. They would take cameras and explore graveyards and abandoned buildings, they had been arrested by the police once already, but they persisted on pursuing their hobby. Regardless, Caroline had gone out with her buddies to an old rural house located at a place called Devil's Prospect. Her car wouldn't start for some reason and she used her cell phone to get a hold of me. I told her to wait and I would get there as soon as possible.

Half of the trip was on the highway heading south; the rest of the trip would be on an old dirt road which branched off from the highway. It was one of those less traveled roads. The setting sun was a sight to behold; it seemed like a dramatic backdrop for my journey. I finally hit the forested area and was surrounded by large tree's which seemed to reach to the sky like grotesque hands with each finger extended. Like me, and the rest of the town, we heard the stories about this area. People claimed that Satanic rituals were held in this area, some of these people claimed that they saw demonic spirits roaming the countryside, hovering above the grass searching for who knows what.

I couldn't help but be appalled when I spotted what looked like the remains of a coyote impaled on an old wooden picket fence at the side of the road. Insects angrily buzzed around the carcass of the animal. The old fence was just the entrance to an old forgotten cemetery where settlers had died from some disease over a hundred years ago. I started to feel uneasy but quickly put it out of my mind as I continued traveling. I finally reached the clearing which opened up to Devil's Prospect. The derelict homes were located in a grassy field just ahead where I saw Caroline's car parked, but there was nobody in sight. I figured they were still in the house; I pulled up next to the car.

 

[Lobo]

Entry 3 Continued

I stood in front of the central house; the other two were in the back closer to the trees in the distance. The windows were all boarded up, the shingles on the roof were in poor condition. The paint was peeling on the rotting wood of the two story house. There was a gentle warm breeze which blew on my back. I could see the heart of the scorpion, it glowed a brilliant red in the southern horizon just above the distant tree line, as if it was an ominous warning.

"Hey Caroline! I'm here, where are you? Hello? Anyone there?" There was no response.

I pushed the door open and stepped into the rotten den of the house, the place was truly empty. I first noticed the unpleasant smell, like that of decay. The only furniture was an old rocking chair in front of the dark fireplace; I could hear the wind whistling in the chimney. "Hello?" I called out again, I felt concerned that nobody answered me. From my position in the den there were three places to go. A creaky old staircase which went to the upper level of the home, a hallway which went to the kitchen which had various junk piled in the center of the room. And finally a door which would lead me to the basement, I noticed a beam of faint orange light coming from a crack in the door. I slowly pushed the door open and stood at the top of the staircase, "Caroline, it's me! Are you down there?"

I slowly made my way down the dusty staircase and was startled at what I found. There were burning candles placed at certain points on the floor, each candle had a white line of powder trailing away, all connecting and crisscrossing one another, which formed a pentagram. I didn't like the implications, but I was absolutely terrified when I turned to face the right side from the staircase. There was a woman lying on the floor with her arms and legs bound by ropes. There was a terrible wound in her chest, the woman was dead. I gasped at the gruesome sight. At first I thought it was Caroline, but it was not. It was one of her friends. I gulped with horror and looked over my shoulder wondering who could have done this. Beads of sweat dripped from my forehead, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. The fear crawled around my spine like a snake.

I grabbed a wooden plank which was on the floor next to me; I noticed that the nails were sticking out of the end. I needed to defend myself just in case the murderer was still hanging around. There was a door at the opposite side of the basement room. I crossed the satanic pentagram on the floor; I was basked in a gentle orange glow from the dancing flames of the candles. Inside the room I saw a man hanging upside down with a rope tied around his ankles, but it was too late, he was already dead. He looked like he had been savaged with a big knife of some kind, I then heard a whimper coming from the dark corner in the room. I approached the corner and found Caroline. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders and I crouched down next to her, I undid the ropes and freed her. She fell into my arms sobbing and shaking like a leaf

 

[Lobo]

Entry 3 Concluded


"What the hell happened here? Who did this to your friends?!"

"We were exploring the house...and we were attacked by some man with a machete...he said he needed to collect souls! He said something about wanting to become immortal."

"We've got to get out of here and get the police!"

I saw Caroline's eyes widen and she screamed, I turned around and saw a tall man soaked with blood standing in the doorway. He was wearing a cow head over his own like it was some ceremonial head piece; he had his face painted up in some tribal fashion. In his hand he held a machete; his eyes were filled with a violent rage. "You've got to get up!" I cried to Caroline, she did as I commanded.

"Get back whoever the hell you are!" I warned.

"Escape is futile, fool. I will cut your eyes out and deliver your soul to Azazal!"

"Screw you and your Azazal!" I screamed.

The maniacs jaw dropped with disagreement and it turned into a wild grin as he suddenly lunged at us with the machete, swinging the blade wildly, I ducked and the machete cut into the wall. I screamed with fear and desperation and swung the plank into the back of his neck driving the rusted nails through the flesh; the crazed man shrieked and fell. I grabbed Caroline by her arms and we ran up the staircase. Suddenly Caroline screamed and I stopped to see why, the madman had gotten back up and grabbed her by the ankle. I kicked him right in the face with my boot; I heard the crunch of his nose being broken.

We made haste through the front door of the house and without warning I felt a sharp stabbing pain shoot through my right shoulder, I collapsed to the ground. A woman wearing black clothes and what appeared to be a Mardi Gras mask had stabbed me with a butcher knife. She slapped Caroline across the face knocking her down onto the ground. The attacker climbed on top of me and attempted to cut my throat, I held her back with my arms. She was frantically forcing the blade towards my throat, suddenly I heard Caroline let out a wild scream as she slammed the wooden plank into the side of the woman’s head. The woman cried out in agony and I pushed her off as hard as I could. Caroline helped me to my feet and we sprinted to the truck, Caroline said she would drive because I had a wounded shoulder. I recall strange glimmering lights in the distance, like flames burning on torches, being carried by dark shapes. Deep down in my heart, I knew we just escaped from whoever was approaching with evil intent. And there was that distant chant and the beating of a metal drum, getting closer and closer. To this day I can sometimes hear that noise, even in the middle of the night.

Regardless, I desperately informed the police and told them of the terrifying ordeal over the phone. The police met up with us at the hospital and they sent a dispatch to Devils Prospect. They said they found the house had been torched, there weren't any bodies found. There was also no sign of the ritualistic murderers, they just found Caroline's car. They did find a message scrawled on the hood of the car in blood, "We know who you are".

And even now I see a hint of doubt on your face, but I can see for the most part you believe the story. You see, ever since that night I feel that there has been a strange air about the town, it's as though the atmosphere has changed. People look at me with suspicion, no doubt there have been rumors being told. Caroline has moved out of town, she suggested I do the same. I think it's best if I follow her advice. But for your sake, I will warn you not to visit Devil's Prospect out of sheer curiosity, I suspect the land is sour and attracts devilish fiends. And even now, perhaps those dancing flames on the torches still move through the darkness, being carried by the unknown through an abyss of shadows.

 

[Lobo]

Entry 4

Chaotic Existence: Legend of the Primordium

For untold and unknown ages, the numenaldre occupied their place in the vast gulf that is the Primordium. Their realms for as long as they could remember were tailored to suit their desires and they had no desire to depart from their havens. Of all the numenaldre, there was one who enjoyed exploring the infinite reaches of the Primordium. His realm was a volatile place of machines, science, and dangerous chemistry. During one of his explorations in the Primordium, he came upon a large, winged eel-like creature. It had heard of this numenaldre’s love of new discoveries, and so guided him to a large, pulsating “knot” of primordia. While the inquisitive numenaldre studied the clump of primordia, the winged eel remained fixated on the inquisitive numenaldre. It thought it had found a friend, for the other numenaldre viewed it as a disgusting murk-sucker. Intrigued by the possibilities of the primordia sphere, the numenaldre called upon his fellows. Eventually all the numenaldre—save one—arrived. The inquisitive numenaldre presented his findings. The numenaldre each saw a chance to expand their realms (and had a desire to humor the inquisitive numenaldre, the youngest of the pantheon) and lent their talents into sculpting a whole plane from the sphere of primordia. From the sphere of primordia the numenaldre drew strands to stretch throughout the plane, holding it together and effectively separating it from the outer Primordium. The eel-like creature served as the weaver who united all the threads of primordia.

Around the sphere of primordia the numenaldre created a world of their own, a central point of the plane. They created beings of their own design to populate the newly formed world. Believing that they had satisfied their brother by allowing him a brief time—five centuries—to study the interactions between their mortal beings, the numenaldre decided to gather their creations and return to their own realms. When the numenaldre attempted to return to their realms in the outer Primordium, they found themselves trapped within the newly created plane. During their attempts to escape, the inquisitive numenaldre managed to create a machine which used the very same strands of primordia from the sphere to bind the numenaldre to the central world that had been crafted around the sphere. Being bound, the levels of primordia within their bodies began to flow into the space of the physical plane, strengthening the net of primordia—commonly referred to as the leylines—and solidifying their entrapment.
Among the numenaldre, there were semi-divine servants. Some accepted the binding of the numenaldre while others viewed it as an abomination. These managed to slip through the fabric of the plane. They sought out the farthest plane. The trip through the Primordium disfigured and mutated them and by the time they reached the farthest plane, they had become monsters. On the farthest plane, these beings—let’s call them the faeries—were appointed as holy knights of sorts by the last numenaldre, Tekelo (a kappa-like being). These faeries then returned to the world and lived in the few wild places untouched by the other peoples. A few began taking humans as mates. These relationships proved fatal for the humans in that the offspring would eat their way out of the human female or devour the human male while the father was sleeping. These children took on the characteristics of their environment*. After adapting their appearance, the elves went into slumber deep under the earth. Meanwhile the faeries finally went to war with the inhabitants of the bound world. Among the inhabitants, a secretive group emerged: the Keystone Foundation. The Foundation was comprised of the oldest beings on the bound world. Their knowledge of the primordia was second to none, among those of the bound world. They began armoring soldiers the world over for war and supplying them with primordia-fueled weaponry. Eventually the Keystone Foundation managed to obtain a live faerie. Studying it, they learned of how the creatures’ grossly deformed exterior protected them against the chaotic force of the Primordium and used this knowledge to create large creatures that grew a natural armor and could ferry large amounts of soldiers through the Primordium to the farthest plane, from which Tekelo would send reinforcements. These dragons proved successful at first, but the faeries’ hive-mind nature quickly overwhelmed the draconic carriers. Troops and dragons were soon lost in the farthest plane, never to be recovered. Finally the war ended with the exile of the faeries to the farthest plane.

 

[Lobo]

Great job everyone

Also, in case of a tie, the entrant with the second most votes will act as the tie breaker.

 

[Invisiboy]

I'm surprised, I didn't expect my entry to be accepted considering how short it is.

 

[thejon93]

I'm surprised, I didn't expect my entry to be accepted considering how short it is.

Revealed himself as the author and voted for his own fic as well(I'm not certain of that but... it's pretty much in black and white)

 

[Lobo]

It's true you violated the rule.

 

[thejon93]

It's true you violated the rule.

That's right... what?!...

 

[Lobo]

poll closes tomorrow night, still anyone's game

 

[Invisiboy]

Revealed himself as the author and voted for his own fic as well(I'm not certain of that but... it's pretty much in black and white)

It's true you violated the rule.

I'm sorry, I forgot about that rule....

*sobs uncontrollably* PLEASE DON'T BAN ME I WON'T DO IT EVER AGAIN WAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

 

[thejon93]

I'm sorry, I forgot about that rule....

*sobs uncontrollably* PLEASE DON'T BAN ME I WON'T DO IT EVER AGAIN WAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

That's okay, you're forgiven... but you just me $6,000... and one cadillac.

 

[DeGenerate10]

I'm sorry, I forgot about that rule....

Tonight you're goign to break your one rule

 

[thejon93]

Tonight you're goign to break your one rule

What "one rule"? Breaking the laws of grammer?...

 

[Arcturus]

 

[thejon93]

Damn right it's grammer time. School's in session, goddammit.

 

[Lobo]

If it is, you might want to spell grammar correctly

 

[Lobo]

That's is avvy worthy.

 

[AnimatedFury]

What "one rule"? Breaking the laws of grammer?...

^The worst kind of moron.^

 

[thejon93]

If it is, you might want to spell grammar correctly

They taught us differently in school

^The worst kind of moron.^

Did they turn you out of your cage again, or what?

 

[AnimatedFury]

Did they turn you out of your cage again, or what?

Go finish your awesome and necessary Speed 3 script.

 

[Lobo]

Stop the bickering unless you guys want infractions

 

[thejon93]

Stop the bickering unless you guys want infractions

You can do that
JK, Lobo
Can't wait to hear who wins this thing and(who course), can't wait for the next one.

And you know 'AnimatedFury'... I will finish the script, so be it.