Winner Chosen!

[Resin]

I'll add a story tomorrow. Do you read warrior cats? If yes I'll write a story about my own warrior cats.

I've never read any warrior cats stories, sorry. I could still read it though. (:

[lainey_lane03]

friendly bump ^.^ hope you don't mind...

[Kylee Hart]

I'll be joining soon.

[Saosin]

Something Close to Hate
an excerpt <3 (2,185 words)

Cherise Vanderhorst

She sighed as soon as the word clean was mentioned. "That's what I thought you were gonna say..." She did, however, smirk at her last comment. With that, she shook her head and began to start picking up clothes and putting them where they belong. "Hey, we're gonna need some trash bags. Also... Hmm.. For the window and wall, do you have that color paint? We might be able to paint over it. If not, we can cover up the wall with a poster and hide the window under the curtains until we can think of something."

As much as Cherry hated cleaning, cleaning was better then thinking about what had happened. Li wasn't the best cleaner, neither were, but they were both motivated enough to get a lot done in a shorter amount of time. When they were almost finished, the sun had began to set and night was beginning to fall. Cherry pulled one corner of her mouth into a frown as she noticed they still needed to find a way to cover up the wall and window, but for the moment they were pretty much done. She didn't want to clean too well, or else Lilah's mom might be suspicious to the fact that the room wasn't as messy as it usually was. She scratched her head and sighed, and started out the window from Lilah's bed, watching the snow fall. This was not how I expected this sleepover to be... She sighed and gave her friend a cheesy grin before getting up to and walking over to the window to get a better look at the snow. However, her smile soon faded as she saw what was outside the window, and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. "LILAAAAAAH!" She screeched as she backed away from the window. However, she could still see something that would most likely haunt her for a long time. She could clearly see Will's body... hanging from a tree, his head jerked sideways in a position that told her his neck was broken, his throat enclosed with a noose, his face bloody and broken, not unlike the rest of his body... And that same freak, standing there, looking at them.

It slowly began to walk towards the house again, and Cherry found herself gripping Lilah's arm. As it got closer, it was easier to see it's features. It looked like a normal, buff, tanned, Caucasian guy... except for his face and some other features. His veins could be seen at a distance, as they were, as well as his muscles, glorified and defined, and they were a sickly green color. He had some sort of boots, she couldn't tell what kind and obviously she didn't care, ripped brown pants, and a dirty, ripped, army green t-shirt, and all of his clothing seemed to be covered in blood. For a minute she was curious as to how he wasn't freezing... until she looked at his face and realized this thing wasn't human. He had somewhat clean cut golden brown hair, barely covering his forehead. She could see his eyes... All... Three of them? He had eyes right where they should be, except they didn't look... normal. They were black where they should be white, and had bright green irises. She couldn't tell if he had pupils and honestly she didn't care, what she cared about what was coming out of his eyes and how they looked. The area surrounding his eyes made it looked like they were burned. On his forehead, she could see another eye that seemed carved into his head, this time she could see an iris and a very small pupil. The whole carved eye appeared a sickly green color, as if his insides and blood were all that same, ugly color as his veins. His neck and his the bottom of his face and areas leading up to his eyes were covered in the veins, however upon squinting her eyes she could tell that all the veins were actually underneath his skin like normal, they just appeared to be up top. Her gaze went to his belt, where she found a bloody butcher's knife and... syringes? They were all filled with a bright green liquid, and she was not ready to find out what they did.

He stared at them for what seemed like forever, and he never blinked, at least, his regular eyes didn't... As soon as Cherry thought he would just stare at them forever, his carved eye blinked, as if the skin would heal and split open to follow the motions. She opened her mouth to scream, but had lost her voice. He gave them a toothy smirk, revealing him to have really sharp, pointy teeth... And he tilted his head and opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue, which was split at the end and pointed like a snake's and was an odd green coloration, and waggled it as he brought his thumb up and brought it across his throat in a slitting motion. However, a light shown through the bit of trees near the road, signaling a car coming their way. He turned to look and it and began to walk away, but not before turning around and giving the girls one last chilly look before departing to the forest once more, pushing the body of Will and causing it to swing back and forth, and disappeared.

Joseph Jernstrom

A piercing scream tore into Joseph's dreams like a knife through his back.

His eyes snapped open, the eleven year old perspiring heavily as he lay in his bed, groggily forcing himself to roll sideways towards the edge of his bed. Jerking into a sitting position, he stared blearily at the numbers on his clock: 2:03 a.m. It truly wasn't all that late. He stumbled to his feet, picking up his favorite teddy bear, Mr. Gentleman, and walked to his bedroom door, cracking it open and shuffling across the hall.

"...–onna do now?" He paused as Cherise's voice came to him through the door, full of concern and perhaps an edge of fear. Already his sleep-riddled mind didn't like it. Stifling a yawn with his hand, he tucked Mr. Gentleman beneath his arm and slowly opened the door. His shaggy mane announced his presence before his voice could.

"I hurd scweaming, what happened?" Being diagnosed with a speech impediment as a child, Joseph's voice slurred and rose in pitch, making him sound younger than his actual age. It caused him grief, but he soon accepted it, albeit suffering teasing every now and then.

His eyes widened, all sleep erased from his system as he took in the extensive damage of his sisters room. Out of his peripherals, Cherise and Lilah turned to him at blinding speed, the room temperature appearing to decrease as their fear radiated outward tenfold. He stepped forward, seeming to be led by another force as he approached the wall, pale fingers raising up to lay against the carved—no, burnt—message splayed across the entire surface. He stroked the letters, entranced, before turning and going to her window. More burn marks...? his mind wondered. He reached out a hand, close to touching it when he turned toward his sister. Lilah was as pale than the moon. "Sis, what's wro-wro...ng..." He had turn back to view the outside world.

He had seen a dead body, swaying in the gentle winter breeze like a swing on the school playground.

He couldn't breathe as he took it in. It was horrifying. It was disgusting. He was too young to see this.

And then it was him.

Three Eyes...?

His heart stopped. Not a single beat echoed in his chest as Joseph stared into the eyes of the murderer. In those eyes, he saw nothing; everything; he saw his life flash before his eyes, ending as he passed in his sleep; a violent and painful torture wrought upon him by Three Eyes himself; a brutal end upon his sister and her friend as he watched helplessly...

In the distance, he heard Lilah screaming "No!", felt her arms wrap around his neck and waist in a tight embrace. He couldn't break eye contact as Three Eyes flashed a toothy smile and spread his arms, giving them—an invitation to him—an elegant bow before returning to a standing position and making a throat-slitting gesture.

As the young boy fell to his knees in despair, pulling his frightened sister with him, Cherise threw a hand over his eyes in a futile attempt to erase the boy from Three Eyes' view. His body spasmed in coordination with his sobs, thick tears dripping slowly down his face as he let his sister hug him tighter, struggling to protect him from the world. After a few moments, he felt Cherise wrap her arms around him too. They hugged him silently, letting him cry as they tried to soothe him without words. They were all shaken, and very much afraid.

TIMESKIP: +5 DAYS

Lilah Jernstrom

Lilah didn't know what to do. The following days after the creature incident went by uneventfully (she was rarely in her full mind, it seemed), with nothing to note. She drifted from class to class, a wandering soul searching for an answer. Cherise coaxed her into speaking, but she mostly stayed to herself, preferring silence as company. She was too tired to be paranoid, too on edge to relax. She wanted a nap.

There was a brief intermission between periods where the students could travel from place to place, get things from their locker, meet up with friends, or just relax before returning to hard metal desks to take endless notes. Lilah trailed after Cherise as she went to her locker, fishing out some supplies for her next class. Before she knew it, her mind was a million miles away.

"Yo, Li, you okay?" her friend asked, concern lacing her voice. Lilah didn't bother with a verbal response. They both knew the other was still in the waves of aftershock. Lilah truly wanted to curl up in a small comfortable ball and forget the world, but she knew what gods were in the sky surely weren't going to give her such a privilege. Meeting her gaze, Lilah gave a tiny, strained smile as she shook her head. She took her place by Cherise's side as they went to their class, remaining quiet throughout the rest of the day. She wanted to go home.

Joseph Jernstrom

"Incoming!"

"From the left! The left, Isaac!"

"Tackle him!"

Joseph groaned softly from his spot in the center of the gym floor, waiting for a teammate to pass him the ball. They were in the middle of playing flag football, the fourth day after the incident. Joseph was nearly dead on his feet, he was so exhausted. Lack of sleep due to paranoia does that to you.

Marcus, a broad, lumbering preteen with a deep voice and a powerful arm, threw the football towards a guy in the end zone, Brent. He was fast and scrawny, easily snagging the ball from the air and throwing it at the gym floor in excitement as he scored the team a touchdown.

BOOM!

The instant the football contacted the floor, an explosion rocked the building, originating from the boys locker room. Everyone stopped what they were doing, staring as a plume of smoke drifted gently under the door, quickly dissipating. The coach was worried, but he allowed the class to follow him as he went into the locker room to check out what happened. Joseph knew he wasn't ready when he saw what was left behind.

All the lockers had been blown off the walls, thrown into all corners of the room. Scorch marks and gouges in the cement revealed signs of an intruder, big time. But it got worse.

In the center of the back wall, Joseph's locker was mounted with care, the door swinging off of it lopsidedly. Words surrounded the locker, spelling out: THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS. the boy stared as the coach opened the door farther, showing the contents of the locker.

Several of the boys lost their lunch right there on the floor, their eyes burning from the image that would forever be engraved in their memories. Will Eisenstein, a high schooler who was quite popular around both the younger kids and the ones his own age, was crumpled and smushed haphazardly into Joseph's locker. He was a bloody, hardly identifiable mass of flesh and bone. A pool of thick, mahogany-colored blood was already forming on the floor beneath the locker, quickly congealing on the cool tile.

The coach ushered everyone out the door, covering his eyes as tears slipped down his face. Pulling out his cellphone, he phoned the police, getting an older student to call the administrators. Everyone knew who's locker it was. No one knew anything about Three Eyes. He could feel their eyes boring into him, daring him to confess to the locker room incident. But they knew he had been with them, playing.

And then there were none to accuse him.

[Resin]

I see a Howl. (:

[Resin]

[AirAngel]

Marking <3

[Wolfnekku]

The haunted castle (743 words)
I almost forgot the and then there were none so I added one sentance to it. By the way I decided not to write a warrior cats fan fic because you haven't read them but you absolutely should. They're the best series ever.

I crept up the stairs to the tower that in the old castle at the edge of the town. Why had I said yes? Because Coraline and Beth are mean jerks that’s why. “Katy I dare you to go into the castle and climb up the tower at midnight.” Beth had said. “But it’s said to be haunted.” I had said against the whole idea. “Chicken!” Beth had shouted delighted. “Yeah chicken.” Coraline had said. She always sides with Beth. What was I supposed to say? They would have bugged me nonstop if I would have said no. I heard a clock strike midnight somewhere in the distance. My heart started pounding so hard I thought it would explode out of my chest. Ghosts don’t exist I repeated in my head. The stairs seemed to go on forever. Eventually I reached the top. I looked around. There was a small desk with some paper on top of it in the middle of the room. The paper had something written on it. I walked forwards to see what it was. Don’t turn around.

I turned around. Nothing. Beth and Coraline must have written it to scare me. I was about to go back down the stairs when I heard a voice. “Never turn your back on danger. It says don’t turn around for a reason.” I turned around again. A huge creature with rotting flesh was standing there holding an axe. A zombie! I screamed and raced down the stairs. I heard the creature behind me. It’s heavy footsteps thumping down on the stone. When I reached the bottom I screamed again. A vampire with blood dripping from its fangs was standing there. I was trapped.”Help!” I cried. My voice echoed off the walls. I closed my eyes. “Stay away it’s my meal.” I opened my eyes. The creatures were arguing about who was going to eat me. “Too bad it’s my food now.” The vampire said. I certainly wasn’t going to stand around and wait to see who won the argument. I slipped past the vampire towards the door. “While you two stand there bickering your lunch is escaping.” A skeleton said stepping out of the shadows. No! This is getting worse and worse by the minute. “Fine we’ll share just this once.” The vampire said leaping out at me. I dodged and ran towards the door. Yes I could make it! I pushed the door. Nothing happened. It was stuck. I pushed harder. It still didn’t move. “Nooooo!” I shrieked backing up against the door as the creatures advanced. Suddenly I fell backwards. Somebody was opening the door.

“What’s all this screaming about? Did the little baby get scared off the dark?” It was Beth and Coraline. They had been waiting outside for me. Why even bother explaining? They would just tease me more. A thought struck my mind. “There was a zombie in the tower.” I said trying to sound really scared which wasn’t much of a problem because I was really scared. “I bet you didn’t even make it up there before backing up.” Beth said. “Yes I did. Why don’t you go up there if you’re so sure there are no zombies?” I said. “Fine I will.” She said walking up the stairs. “I always knew Katy was a scaredy cat.” Coraline said to Beth following her up the stairs. I quickly walked out and leaned against the door. I waited until I heard screams of horror and fleeing footsteps. Then I felt someone trying to push the door open. I leaned against it harder. “It won’t open! Katy help!” I heard Beth shout. “They’re coming!” I heard Coraline wail. “I’m not going to let this food escape.” A third voice said. “I’ll open the door if you promise to never tease me again.” I said. “Anything! Just let us out.” Beth shouted. I opened the door. They shot out but not before I saw Beth’s panicking face and tears streaming down Coraline’s cheeks. They ran past me and kept running. I risked a peak into the castle. All was quiet. The creatures had disappeared the moment I had opened the door. I smiled and walked home. It had been scary but worth it. I yawned. It was past midnight. Then I remembered my undone homework. “Oh bother.” I said hurrying home. And then there were none done the next day at school.
The end

[Resin]

[H-analea]

The Beautiful she wolf ran across the snow covered land. The air was still and quiet, and all you could hear was the thundering of her paws on the snow. A blood curling howl echoed across the valley. She stopped dead in her tracks. “Hunters” she said under her breath, and with that, she spun around and ran the other direction.
*Morning*
The wolf went to inspect the area which she heard the howl. She hid in the trees, afraid the hunters were going to find her, and came upon a young wolf, about 6 moons, with his paw in a trap. She quickly looked around, and helped the pup free its leg. The pup and the she wolf returned to her cave, where the She wolf took care and nurtured the young wolf.
*3 moons later*
Snow was falling, and the young wolf raced against her adopted mother. He slipped, fell, and slid a couple feet. The she wolf came over running, laughing. The young wolf stood up, shook the snow off his fur, and climbed up the nearby mountain. The she wolf was right behind her, and when they reached the top, the young wolf looked over the valley, and howled. About 7 others replied. The mother stepped up, and whispered into his ear, “You will be one great pack leader someday.” The younger wolf nodded his head in agreement. They raced down the mountain, and was greeted by another packs leader.
He welcomed them into his pack, for he saw a great leader in the wolf. One day, a couple moons later, he grew old, and passed away. He had taught the young wolf all he had ever learned. Then the young wolf, became leader, and the pack had expanded.

The End
Sorry it’s kind of choppy XD
Words used, 300
~Biscuit