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Venmi

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“Mom, Dad, stupid female *******, I hope you’re all happy with yourself for all the suffering you’ve put me through. I hope you all follow me very soon. Be aware that you are all to blame for this, not me. I have no reason to be here anymore thanks to you guys. I hope you’re all happy with that.”

A tear slid down her cheek as she looked over the cliff. In this darkness, she could not see the bottom. Fifty feet? A hundred feet? Enough to bring her away from this world? She hoped it would all end.

As she put her back to the cliff, she slowly etched her way out. After a few seconds, her heels were no longer on the ground; all of her weight was being supported by the front of her feet. Another tear slid down her cheek: she knew it was time.

“Oh, celestial night, please give me peace. Give me the hopes and make the dreams I have had for years a reality. Let me rest within the cosmos!”

She leaned back and her feet left the ground. A smile etched across her face as she fell, and that was the last anybody ever saw or ever heard of her.

05-Oct-2011 19:17:57 - Last edited on 05-Oct-2011 19:47:02 by Venmi

Venmi

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This is one of the final pieces of Lebbeh's survivor contest. It had to be about a natural disaster. Enjoy

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No one heard it. No one expected it. It came out of the darkness, swift as a predator that targets its prey. The darkness is tricky; it attacks in the most unexpected ways, leaving its victims helpless in its everlasting grasp.

Humans are weak creatures, lacking the sixth sense—the ability to sense the supernatural or to predict unnatural conditions. This dark day was the death of humans, but the other animals were safe.

A crack within the earth, in an area where the human eye could not see, started the event—a catastrophe over the coming days. The dogs, cats, goats, and other animals could tell something was wrong. The immediate reaction is to get to higher ground. The humans, however, couldn’t tell. Another good day at the beach is all.

The next day arrives, and one screams a cry of anguish. A mile high and travelling at lightning quick speed, the wave’s destination is right at the beach. Several screams follow, leaving a melody of cries. The rhythm of a stampede followed, but to no avail: the wave was too quick.

With all its might, the wave crashed onto the beach, killing nearby people instantly. The further it went, the more people who were either killed on spot or dragged into the torrential abyss.

The animals watched up high in the mountains as the tragedy unfolded itself. Some were relieved, others were disappointed, but most were indifferent of the situation. The common link for all of them was knowing how foolish the humans were. Humans lacked the sixth sense, and instead had greed.

This is the mistake of man—thinking that they were better than everyone else including nature. Let it be known on this day that over a hundred thousand lives were lost to an undetected killer: the tsunami.

05-Oct-2011 19:19:44 - Last edited on 05-Oct-2011 19:47:55 by Venmi

Venmi

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This was the other entry for Lebbeh's final round. It had to be about music.

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The time has arrived; the tension is hot. Finals day is here, and the crowd goes wild. I looked out of the tunnel to the stadium, the fire in my heart burning brighter than ever before. Months of training for this one moment, and now it is has arrived.

I grasped the auxiliary bar of the instrument behind me—a four and a third octave marimba—when the queue was given to move. With all the strength within me, lots of it coming from the fire within my heart, I started moving out of the tunnel.

The crowd in front of me was a bunch of incoherent people, none of them with any meaning to me. My job was to put on a good performance—not for the crowd, not for the rest of group, not even for the judges, but for me. This is my time, and I’m ready for anything.

I reached my spot up front on the thirty-five yard line. The tension is getting hotter. There is very little time to detach my cables—two of them, one on each side of the marimba—and plug them into the snake. Two more cables rested on my instrument; they were for the speaker. As quickly as I could, I snatched them and plugged them in the speaker, then went to the soundboard set up in front of all the instruments. One cable went into the soundboard, the other went into the power surge right next to it.

Two minutes passed by, and I am behind my instrument, ready to go. Waiting for the players in the back to warm up, my mind goes free, thinking of nothing but the show. It has to be the best show ever. The end of the road is here.

“You may take the field in competition!” was the signal to start. And off we went. I hit the first set of notes, a D Major chord, and we were off. The show of a lifetime began, and I was ready to perform.

05-Oct-2011 19:19:44 - Last edited on 05-Oct-2011 19:49:20 by Venmi

Venmi

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This entry was posted for round one of the Halloween Contest and it achieved me fourth place.

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The warrior traversed over fallen trees and roots intertwining themselves across the cobblestone. This trip towards Draynor Manor would be quite the task, he thought to himself. Using his agile skills he'd attained throughout his knighthood, the warrior finally arrived at the front of the manor. The sight of house took his breath away. The warrior made his way up the steps, but before he could grasp the handle, the doors swung wide open. A deep, horrific voice spoke out to the warrior.

"Sir...”

“Who are you?” the warrior announced, keeping his composure solid—never faltering.

“You must enter to find out. Only then will you know what you want to know.”

“Why can’t you show yourself now?*

*I will not allow any humans that may pass by see me. They will instantly freeze and never last. You, however, seem different. Do you have what it takes? If so, enter and we shall see.*

*Absolutely,” the warrior responded as he entered the building. Immediately upon steering clear of the doors’ way, they slammed shut faster than they initially opened. It was pitch black, like the darkness in one’s worst nightmare. Then, slowly, it started to get a little brighter. The candles, lit by magic, were increasing their ferocity second by second.

“Where are you?” he shouted, the echo of his voice returning to him at least twice if not more often. He shifted his gaze throughout the eerie manor, making sure this figure he was about to encounter would not end up behind him.

“Well,” he cackled, his laugh menacing and resonant. “I’m right in front of you!”

Immediately after the warrior heard that, he saw a skeletal figure appear right in front of him. Spooked—not to mention the skeletal figure, a Mahjarrat by the looks of it, was about an inch from him—he lost his footing and nearly fell over. Amused, the Mahjarrat laughed.

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Venmi

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After regaining his footing, the warrior unsheathed his sword. He held it diagonally in front of his face, and his feet were about shoulder width apart at an angle—the ultimate defensive position.

“You really going to fight me?” the Mahjarrat said. “I invite you into this lovely abode and your first reaction is to fight? Very well.” The Mahjarrat reached over his shoulder and took out the blade from the holster strapped to his back.

The warrior noticed the Mahjarrat bend back and forth a little bit. Thinking it was the light from the candles, the warrior paid it little head and stood there stiff as a board, ready for the first attack.

Without warning, the warrior was knocked down to the ground. ‘How did that happen,’ he thought as his face hit the floor. He looked behind him as he staggered up and found the Mahjarrat standing still. ‘What? He was right in front of me a second ago.’

“Scared?” the Mahjarrat said. He laughed, a laugh that fired fear like an arrow released from a strong bow. “I can tell.” His image bended once again, and the warrior turned around, fully prepared for the oncoming attack. He did*’t see the Mahjarrat when he regained his sense of sight. Instead, he was beaten to the floor again, feeling the friction as his body slid across the marble.

The Mahjarrat laughed as the warrior got up and regained his composure. “You keep falling for the same illusion trick,” the Mahjarrat chortled. “How stupid!” Feeling mocked, the warrior snapped in anger. Raising his sword, he quickly turned around and slashed the Mahjarrat across the chest.

‘Success!’ the warrior thought. After a split second, the realization hit him: there was no blood from that attack. Why? He saw the Mahjarrat’s image bend once again. This time, the warrior kept still and waited to feel what was going on around him. Another second passed until he turned around to find the Mahjarrat right near the staircase.

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“I was hoping for a better fight than this,” the Mahjarrat explained. “For two hundred years, I have been stuck here to tackle brave warriors who would come into this manor in search of the treasure beneath the floor. Not one could even stand a chance against me. Apparently I was wrong when I said you were different. You are the same as the rest of the weak warriors who ascended these steps.”

The Mahjarrat sighed and his image bended once again. The warrior, hoping to prove him wrong, stood resolute, waiting for anything he could pick up with his senses to know where the Mahjarrat would end up.

“You don’t have the senses to find me,” the Mahjarrat explained as he appeared right in front of the warrior. “I can do this all day and you will never find me, never hurt me. To be honest, I could stand still and you will never get me.” The Mahjarrat sheathed his blade, disappointed that he would not have the opportunity to use it. While doing this, he stepped back to the bottom of the staircase, then stood as still as a statue.

The warrior, with huge pride, walked forward, hoping deep down that the Mahjarrat would just stand still. Once he reached the Mahjarrat, he took his blade, and sliced the Mahjarrat from the top of his head, to the bottom of his crotch.

“What!” he exclaimed as he saw the Mahjarrat’s image stayed completely still. “What… are you?”

“I am in your head. Don’t you see? Attacking whatever moves won’t help you with life. And for that, you shall suffer the ultimate consequence. Death shall come upon you!”

The Mahjarrat disappeared like a spirit on its way to the skies above. Frightened, the warrior backed up, waiting for a devastating attack. Sweat dripped from his face, landing on the clean blade the warrior held at a diagonal.

05-Oct-2011 19:22:23 - Last edited on 06-Oct-2011 21:31:19 by Venmi

Venmi

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Suddenly, the warrior dropped his sword, fell on his knees, and screamed in pain, a pain he has never experienced. Torn to pieces by his enemies and still making it out alive, the warrior realized that the pain now trumps all of those horrific moments in his life of the sword.

“You thought I was a Mahjarrat,” the voice said. “You thought I actually have been waiting here for two hundred years? You are a fool! I am the spirit of death, only taking the image of a Mahjarrat. My story is nothing more than a lie. Now, see the destruction of which you have wrought in the name of your king or, the true reason, in the name of riches.”

As the warrior continued to scream, he saw the images of his past—violated women, beaten children, diced-up men scattered on the ground. The flames of the small town burned within his brain, causing the pain to increase ten-fold.

“Men like you deserve to die by my hands. Farewell.” The voice said farewell multiple times in a smooth diminuendo, and eventually faded into nothing.

The warrior’s scream continued to get louder until he felt the sharpest pain he ever felt through his head. His scream at that point suddenly stopped, and he fell to the ground. His head hit the floor and a clear crack was heard. With his neck broken, he died on the spot.

The spirit returned, laughing as the body of the warrior faded away, the particles melding into the floor, giving it a nice, clean polish. *To hell he must go, along with the other warriors.” The spirit disappeared, leaving Draynor Manor empty and abnormally haunting once again.

05-Oct-2011 19:22:23 - Last edited on 06-Oct-2011 21:32:44 by Venmi