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Kick Your Own Ass [ENTRIES]
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12 July 2010 - 26 July 2010 Select an old piece of writing you've composed and rewrite it, utilising everything you've learnt about writing and see the difference. Try something new with the piece. Change the story a bit, use better descriptions, or anything else you can do to improve the story. Deadline: 26th July (two weeks from now) Entries per participant: 1 Rules 1.) Your story must be 5000 words or less. Let's not overwhelm our voters. 2.) Your story must be age appropriate. Nothing saucier than PG-13, please. 3.) Your entry must be fresh. If you have a story you were already fixing up, that story cannot be submitted. You must start anew for this competition. 4.) Your entry doesn't necessarily have to be entirely similar to the original. Feel free to make dramatic alterations; this is to see how your writing has improved. Entry Format:
Voting will commence on 27th July. Last edited by Catracoth; 12-07-10 at 19:43. |
12-07-10, 19:38 | #2 |
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A lot of people have Deviant Art on here, that lets you upload stories, as I have done
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12-07-10, 19:42 | #3 |
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Excellent. Cheers for that information!
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I've a couple of older stories I'm trying to decide on using for an entry. It's a difficult selection!
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hey all,
well, I decided to give it a go. here's my first ever story. enjoy and please comment and vote for it. without further ado: FED UP Neil Burns (Neilcroft) PG-13 (some language and violence) "Sorry, Lara," Derek Grant laughed as the Tyrannosaurus Rex scooped up and ate Lara Croft for the umpteenth time. Actually, he was not sorry at all. Derek was one of those gamers who could complete the game in his sleep. However, he was also one of those gamers who enjoyed killing the Tomb Raider in the most painful ways possible. To date, she was shot, electrocuted, drowned, impaled eaten and stomped on among other things. Of course, Derek had just broken up with his ex-girlfriend of six years so Lara was the perfect scapegoat. 'It ain't like she's alive,' he thought, 'or like she has any feelings'. RIIIINNGG! The kitchen telephone shook Derek out of his reverie. "Ah. Pizza's ready. Better save the game." Derek saved the game and turned off the gaming system and television set. "Goodnight, Lara. See you tomorrow." Derek left for the evening. Suddenly the television and sytem turned back on and a very ****ed off Tomb Raider walked to the edge of the screen and glared murderously out. The next day, a tired Derek entered and threw the keys onto the coffee table. He turned on the television where "Girls Next Door" was on. This particular episode had Hugh Hefner and his "girls" participate in a 1930s murder mystery. "Always brings a smile to my face," the gamer mused happily. "Good afternoon, Derek Grant," a familiar posh alto greeted him. Derek turned to the voice and saw a very familiar figure leaning against the wall, her arms folded. She was dressed in a familiar black tanktop and black cargo shorts with familiar hiking boots. Her hair was styled in a familiar French plait and her blood-red lips were curved into a bloodthirsty smile. "Lara?" Derek gasped. "What are you doing here? WHY are you here and not in the game?" "You've heard of characters taking on a life of their own, correct?" she breezed as she got off the wall and walked up to him until she and the gamer were nose to nose. "As to why I am here, I have a bone to pick with you, Mr. Grant." "Which is?" Of course, Derek could guess the answer even as he asked the question. The Tomb Raider stared at the screen and curled her upper lip in amused contempt. "I never understood the idea of an octogenerian pervert and his trio of empty-headed trollops. All they have are their overly ample bosoms." "Hello, Pot?" Derek snorted as he gestured to his visitor's own generous assets. "Meet Kettle." "Right. I am getting rather fed up at you killing me for no rhyme or reason other than for just **** and giggles. The first couple of times? All right. You had just gotten the games and were getting used to system. I can understand and even forgive them. But day after day? Week after week? Month after month? Year after BLOODY YEAR?! That is IT! I have bloody had it UP TO HERE!" Lara raised her hand above her head to emphasize her point, but the gamer was still unconvinced that a video game legend had just come to life and was standing in his living room. "How can you?" he asked. "No offense, darling, but you ain't even real. You're just a computer-generated image." That obviously was the wrong thing to say as the Tomb Raider grabbed Derek's arm and pinched it as hard as she could. "OW!" "Is that real?" Lara growled as she pinched his arm again. She then slapped him hard across the face and kicked him right in the groin, driving him whimpering to his knees. "Is THAT real?!" "Jesus Christ, lady! It's only a game. It's nothing personal." Lara threw the gamer against the wall and kicked him in the groin again before forcing him to stand and ramming her forearm against his throat, her Desert Eagle rammed against his forehead. "NOTHING PERSONAL?!" the Tomb Raider shrieked. Don't you DARE TELL ME IT'S NOTHING PERSONAL! Just because you have a rubbish day at work. Just because you and your bird broke up. Just because your bloody useless life is just one bloody pig's breakfast. I have to be the scapegoat?! I have to suffer?! I have had to put up with this ******** for TEN BLOODY YEARS! I HAVE HAD IT!" Derek felt his pants getting soaked as he silently prayed to whatever deity he believed in that the Tomb Raider would not decorate the living room with his brains. Suddenly, said Raider let him go and put her gun back into her holster. Derek rubbed his cheek gingerly before giving Lara a consoling hug, amazed at how soft and warm a digitally-created figure could feel to the touch. "Look, darling," he smiled. "I mean it when I say it's nothing personal. It ain't like I get up and say to myself 'Let's see how we can kill the Tomb Raider today'. You want to blame someone, blame EIDOS. Carroll, or whoever is playing you now, simply acts out the part." "I know," Lara sighed as she extricated herself from the embrace. "However, other gamers at least try to get me through each level intact." "I ain't the only one, you know. I read an interview where Beard, one of your creators, says he enjoys offing you in the most humiliating ways possible." "Yes, but he and I just had a little chat and we have and understanding. You're the one I'm dealing with now. You will treat me right or you will suffer the consequences." Suddenly, Derek found himself in a tropical jungle where he could just make out a temple in the distance. "Hello?" he called out. "Lara? Somebody? This ain't funny you know!" A ground-shaking thundering sound caught the gamer's attention as he saw a herd of raptors sprinting toward him. Yet, they completely ignored him as they sped by, trying to outrun an oncoming Tyrannosaurus Rex. "OH, ****!" Derek sprinted toward the temple with the T-Rex in pursuit. "What the hell are you doing!" "I just wanted to see how you would handle this," Lara chuckled in mock sweetness. "Oh dear, he looks awfully hungry. I would suggest you start shooting him with the guns you have. That is what they are for after all." JESUS CHRIST, CROFT! IT'S ONLY A GAME!" "Of course. Whether you make it to the temple or wind up as Mr. Rex's lunch is completely irrelevant. I can always restart the game and give it another go." Derek swore a blue streak as he bobbed and weaved to avoid getting scooped up and eaten. His lungs burned and his muscles screamed in agony as he thanked God or whoever above that he was his school's state long distance champion. "You're supposed to shoot," said Raider mockingly singsonged, "not run away." "SCREW YOU! Derek screamed. "I'M TRYING NOT TO GET EATEN!" "Awww. Poor wittle baby not wike his game now?" Derek again avoided the Tyrannosaurus' jaws as he neared the temple and barely made it inside before the T-Rex lunged forward and crashed into the structure, bringing a good chunk of it down onto the beast's head, killing it instantly. The gamer dropped to his knees, not caring his pants were wet again for the third time in an hour or so, and began saying Our Fathers and Hail Marys, his cheeks wet with tears of relief. "Are we enjoying ourself?" Lara cooed smugly. "The fun is only beginning you know." Derek sighed and turned to the screen. "I was wrong." Lara's countenance was a mask of amused surprise. "I beg your pardon? I didn't quite hear you." "I said I was wrong. I apologize for just killing you for **** and giggles. I had no idea that you had feelings or that this bothered you so much." Suddenly the gamer was back in his living room where he dropped to his knees and gratefully kissed the floor, much to a certain Tomb Raider's amusement. As he got up, a warm fingerless-gloved hand pressed against his cheek. "Now you know how I feel," Lara chided gently. "If I die, it's part of the game, but at least try to allow me to make it through a level without killing me, okay?" "Consider it done. Of course, you have a rather annoying habit of walking near the cliffs and almost falling off even if I do try to save you. However, I'll try to treat you right." Lara smiled as she kissed his cheek and patted it before walking out of the living room. Derek just stared at her retreating figure as he wondered if THE Tomb Raider was actually in his home or if he simply imagined it. He decided to chalk it up to an active imagination and lay down on the sofa for a pre-supper nap. THE END ta-daa! FED UP 2.0. comments and votes are appreciated. good luck to everyone. Last edited by Neilcroft; 13-07-10 at 01:18. Reason: minor language issue |
13-07-10, 00:36 | #7 |
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I'm glad you're participating, Neil, but might I direct you to the original post? There's some details in there I think you've missed .
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13-07-10, 01:20 | #8 |
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hey Mr. C,
hope this is a little more "public friendly". I'll see what I can use for the next KYOA. |
13-07-10, 04:23 | #9 |
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I've revised a story I wrote a year ago that I plan on submitting as an entry, but I still think there's some work to be done.
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Do I detect a touch of Rod Serling in there? I would love to see this adapted as a 30 minute TV screenplay. That would be one episode worth watching! A masterpiece. |
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