Story ( Contest?)

[_Americanaa_]

So I like writing stories based off movies, songs, events, etc, and so I am going to write them here. So I dont know if this is a contest or general chit chat. But ya'll can write your stories here to. Please don't judge other peoples work, praising is allowed. Also if you base it of real life events, please keep names anonymous, or use different names. Please be kind, and no swearing/inappropriate stories. I'll be giving 5k to all entries. ( I know its not much but its something) It can be related to horses or not. ( Btw I love all feedback, so dont be afraid to say something )

Anyways heres mine: ( Yes I know it is fairly long )
* Not based of real life events*

Serenity layed out in the sun. It was 104 degrees out. Serenity knew she should be getting in the house, but it didn't feel right. She avoided the house. She began thinking, and thinking. She slowly got up, and got on her horse, Conspiracy. " Go" She said, shallowly. Conspiracy obeyed. He didn't go very fast. He was sweating too. Serenity began feeling dizzy. She grabbed Conspiracy's mane, and held it fiercely. She began to relax. Conspiracy was at a steady trot. Serenity dazed off and fell asleep. All was good. She rode Conspiracy like this for 1/2 a mile. Conspiracy began snorting. Soon he was galloping...without Serenity on his back.
"Hello? Hello! Are you awake?" A boys voice asked. Serenity opened her eyes. " I'm Owen. Are you okay?" "What?" Serenity asked again. " I said, are you okay?" He asked again. " Uhm I dont know." " Who might you be?" He asked her. " I...I cant remember." " What do you mean?" Serenity slowly got up and looked around. " Where am I?" She asked fiercely. " Ghostly Woods? Why?" "Why are you here? How did you find me?" " You were laying on the ground. Your arm is broken and your arms are pretty scratched up. What happened to you?" " If I knew what happened, why would I be asking you all this? Why would I even be talking to you?" Serenity replied. "Look, if I wasn't here, you could've been hurt badly." Serenity rolled her eyes. "Wheres Conspiracy?" She asked. " Who?" " Conspiracy. My horse. He's a black thoroughbred. What did you do with him?" "I...I didn't see him. I only found you." Serenity began to cry. " Whys he so important to you? He's just a horse." Owen said. " Just a horse?! Your wrong. He was my horse. He saved me." Serenity yelled back. " You don't need to get mad, we'll find him." Owen replied calmly. " What do you mean "we'll" find him? I don't trust you, nor will I ever trust you." Serenity said. "Look, you can't walk. And how'd your horse save you?" Owen asked. " I'll never tell you." Serenity replied. " You can trust me. You don't need to have trust issues with me." Owen said calmly. " I don't have trust issues!" Serenity yelled. Owen sighed, and helped her over to his horse.
Owen got on, and they rode out of the woods. " Where are you taking me?" Serenity asked. " Don't worry about it." Owen replied. Serenity sighed. They rode off in silence. "Whoa." Owen said. The Chestnut horse immediately slowed down. They pulled up in front of an abandoned building. "Don't say nothing, and stay quiet." Owen said. Serenity jumped off and waited for Owen. He walked her into the building. " Please. Don't make any sudden moves." Owen said. " Why?" " They don't do newcomers very well. They say they have a certain smell." "Huh?" Serenity asked. " Just..stay quiet." Serenity nodded.
A tall boy stood in the room. Along with 5 others. " Whos this?" The tall one asked. Owen whispered in Serenity's ear, " Go on tell them." "Serenity." She said quietly. "Serenity..." The boy said. "I'm Jase, thats Andrew, TK, Adam, Tre, Donnie." He said as he pointed to each boy. " Why are you here? You said you weren't coming back?" Jase said. " I needed somewhere where there was a medical kit. Serenity must've fell off a horse or something. Her arms are really scratched up and one of her arms are broken." "TK get the kit." Jase said. " Are you staying overnight?" Tre asked Owen. " I don't know maybe." Serenity looked up at Owen as if to say, "No". He ignored her. TK handed Serenity the kit, theres a room down 3 and to the left one." Serenity walked down the hall. She stepped in the room. Inside was a mirror, a window, a bed, a dresser, a radio, and a closet. She stared at herself in the mirror. How could this happen to me? I don't even know where I am. She thought to herself. She began to cry. She put the cream on her scratches and looked out the window. She instantly began thinking of how to escape. She was just about to leave when she heard a small neigh. She froze, and looked out the window. " Conspiracy!" She said. She ran over. Sure enough, there he was. She searched the room. She found 2 rocks. She locked the door and threw the rocks at the window. It shattered. She climbed out and ran to Conspiracy. She patted him and jumped on him. "Go!" She shouted. He immediately galloped away. She made all sorts of turns. Soon she found herself in a small town. She went to a gas station, and went in. " What town is this?" She asked the clerk. " Americana." The clerk replied. " Do you have a map?" She asked. " Here" he said. She looked at it. She was 20 miles away from her house. "Thanks". She took the map and jumped on Conspiracy. "Go" she said.
They traveled all night. Soon they were in Serenity's town. She slowed Conspiracy to a walk. She got off, and walked him home. Once she arrived at home she placed Conspiracy in his barn. He took a drink and ate some hay. She went inside the house. " Mom?" "Serenity! Is that you?" " Yeah" " Where were you?" " Mom, its a long story." Her mom sighed. Serenity ran upstairs. She layed on her bed.

So, i would do a part 2, but what do ya'll think? I've written this story for a school project, except it was the full one lol. So should I finish it? Also don't forget, add your own stories, I LOVE giving feedback and reading other peoples work. Don't forget, positive feedback only! Thank you for reading!!

[PeacefulOreo]

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It sounds good!

Do you have Wattpad?

[_Americanaa_]

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It sounds good!

Do you have Wattpad?

Thanks! No, but I can get it? What is it?

[PeacefulOreo]

It sounds good!

Do you have Wattpad?

Thanks! No, but I can get it? What is it?

Wattpad is a website where you can create an account and write and publish stories as well as read other stories made by other people.

[_Americanaa_]

Thanks! No, but I can get it? What is it?

Wattpad is a website where you can create an account and write and publish stories as well as read other stories made by other people.

Ooo! I'll go look it up right now.

[Emlyn]

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This Is a great story! I can't wait for Part 2! Once I started I was hooked and didn't want to stop reading! I've got a story that im turning into an Animation I only have ep 1 story written out:

It was a busy morning in the marketplace. Clarice and her little brother decided to go play in the meadows "Common Clarice" her brother yelled over the loud sounds " Wait up!" She yelled back. They reached the gates "We made it" Clarice panted "Beat you to the top of that hill!" Her brother yelled already taking off
"Not if im there first!" Clarice yelled running after him. "I won!" Said her brother "only because you got a head start!" Said Clarice she turned around facing the horizon. " wow" she said breathlessly "it's so beautiful". " tag your it!" Her brother yelled. They played in the meadow all morning "we should get back home" she said " aww 5 more minutes!?" her brother complained, " no we need to get home and do our chores" she said now walking toward the town. They reached the market place "it looks like a ghost town! where did everyone go?" her brother asked "i dont know" she answered. All of a sudden 2 guards came around the corner of an ally way "hey you stop right there and dont move!" One of the guards yelled. She petrified with fear and couldn't move if she even wanted to. The guards started running towards them and grabbed her wrist and her brother's wrist she struggled against them her brother started screaming "CLARICE!". She managed to slip her wrist out of the guard's grip and ran straight through the gates past the meadow and into the woods...

Part 2 will come next week! Hope you liked it!

[_Americanaa_]

ping

This Is a great story! I can't wait for Part 2! Once I started I was hooked and didn't want to stop reading! I've got a story that im turning into an Animation I only have ep 1 story written out:

It was a busy morning in the marketplace. Clarice and her little brother decided to go play in the meadows "Common Clarice" her brother yelled over the loud sounds " Wait up!" She yelled back. They reached the gates "We made it" Clarice panted "Best you to the top of that hill!" Her brother yelled already taking off
"Not if im there first!" Clarice yelled running after her. "I won!" Said her brother "only because you got a head start!" Said Clarice she turned around facing the horizon. " wow" she said breathlessly "it's so beautiful". " tag your it!" Her brother yelled. They played in the meadow all morning "we should get back home" she said " aww 5 more minutes!?" her brother complained, " no we need to get home and do our chores" she said now walking toward the town. They reached the market place " where did everyone go?" her brother asked "i dont know" she answered. All of a sudden 2 guards came around the corner of an ally way "hey you stop right there and dont move!" One of the guards yelled. She petrified with fear and couldn't move if she even wanted to. The guards started running towards them and grabbed her wrist and her brother's wrist she struggled against them her brother started screaming "CLARICE!". She managed to slip her wrist out of the guard's grip and ran straight through the gates past the meadow and into the woods...

Part 2 will come next week! Hope you liked it!

Ooo! I want to know what happens!! XD

[Emlyn]

This Is a great story! I can't wait for Part 2! Once I started I was hooked and didn't want to stop reading! I've got a story that im turning into an Animation I only have ep 1 story written out:

It was a busy morning in the marketplace. Clarice and her little brother decided to go play in the meadows "Common Clarice" her brother yelled over the loud sounds " Wait up!" She yelled back. They reached the gates "We made it" Clarice panted "Best you to the top of that hill!" Her brother yelled already taking off
"Not if im there first!" Clarice yelled running after her. "I won!" Said her brother "only because you got a head start!" Said Clarice she turned around facing the horizon. " wow" she said breathlessly "it's so beautiful". " tag your it!" Her brother yelled. They played in the meadow all morning "we should get back home" she said " aww 5 more minutes!?" her brother complained, " no we need to get home and do our chores" she said now walking toward the town. They reached the market place " where did everyone go?" her brother asked "i dont know" she answered. All of a sudden 2 guards came around the corner of an ally way "hey you stop right there and dont move!" One of the guards yelled. She petrified with fear and couldn't move if she even wanted to. The guards started running towards them and grabbed her wrist and her brother's wrist she struggled against them her brother started screaming "CLARICE!". She managed to slip her wrist out of the guard's grip and ran straight through the gates past the meadow and into the woods...

Part 2 will come next week! Hope you liked it!

Ooo! I want to know what happens!! XD

I also can't wait to know what happens next in your story!
The guards were based off of Stormtroopers from star wars!

[Malakai10]

At around ten past ten on a Thursday at school, I was sitting in my Maths classroom. This was hardly an unusual occurrence - my next lesson was Maths and I hardly felt like practicing my clarinet, as was usual for me to do during breaks, and so I sat inside, hiding from my clarinet teacher in hopes she would assume I was practising.

Now, to understand the rest of the story, you must understand how the classroom is laid it. The Maths department on the second floor, above the functions room and overlooking the matric quad. There is a two-metre or so balcony outside - no fencing, no doorway onto it, just large windows overlooking it.

Mrs Wittersdrop*, called Mrs Wits* by pupils, was in the classroom with me - she was my Maths teacher. She was telling me a story about the matrics she had two years ago. She had been late to the Maths lesson and two of the matrics had climbed out onto the balcony and hidden from her. They had wanted to pop up outside the window and surprise her but Mrs Wits had known they were there from the giggling.

"Mrs Wits," I said. "We should play a prank on the Maths class."

"You want to shock them?"

"Yes."

As we were preparing for the prank, I terrified a good chunk of the matrics and one teacher - but the real fun was yet to come.

Now, it is important to know that Mrs Wits hated people being late. If you were late, you were locked outside of the classroom until she was ready to hear your excuse... and you had better hope your excuse was a good one.

I heard the class walk in just before half-past ten. Their yammering and chattering was fairly loud, as usual. A few of them had seen me as they walked up but most had gone to the classroom from the wrong side of the school. They took to their seats and quietened down and Mrs Wits started the lesson.

Roughly twenty minutes into the lesson, I got up from where I sat on the gravel, hidden under the window of the balcony. I went to the window and knocked on it.

"Sorry I'm late, Mrs Wts," I called cheerfully.

Mrs Wits stopped her lecture, strode up to the window and opened it. I climbed in through the window.

Mrs Wits, unperturbed, walks back to the Smartboard and carries on her lesson. I casually walk up to my bag, hidden behind her desk, and go back to my seat in the front, glancing at the faces of my classmates.

Ashna and Padma gazed dazedly at me; Padma's mouth was near catching flies. Diana's face was as pale as a sheet of white paper, lower jaw touching the floor; her horrified expression frozen on her face. Similar looks of shock decorated the faces of my classmates with the exception of perhaps two or three that had seen me on their way to class. It was beautiful and the story had spread through the grade by the end of the day.

Later, Diana told me why she had been so horrified.

"Mrs Shaw (our grade seven teacher) told me that if any of us set one foot on the (fenced, small, enclosed with a door) balconies we would be expelled immediately! It traumatised me!"

An indeterminable amount of time later (I really don't know, this was years ago), on a Tuesday, Maths is, again, the lesson after little break (or tea, if you've grown up. I never have from junior school. Tea is for adults, little break is for baby-me) I walk into Mrs Wits classroom and stop for a second, asking Mrs Wits a concerned question. She answers my question in the negative and, yet, it gives me an idea.

"Mrs Wits," I said. "We should play a prank on the Maths class." and I explained the prank to her.

"I don't think we should do that today - we can do that a bit later."

Next week Thursday comes and the thing that had caused me concern on the last Tuesday was once again in the classroom.

"Mrs Wits," I said. "We should play that prank on the Maths class."

She agreed and we worked quickly to set up the prank.

A bit before ten-thirty, my class trickles in. The first few to walk in look horrified. Agnes Ross walks in, takes one look and walks right out, saying, "Nope! I refuse!"

After a few minutes, once everyone has sat in their seats (settled cannot be used here for their air of unease and panic that permeated the room could never allow for it.) The layout of the classroom in that dreaded position - no longer in groups of two to three but in rows and columns, each desk apart to prevent cheating.

"I found that we needed to test your progress in this section," Mrs Wits started her explanation. "I'm terribly sorry but I forgot to tell you about this test in advance. You may begin."

The pale, shaking hands turned over the papers to reveal a blank sheet, a piece of exam paper and a sweet.

"What!" shrieked one classmate.

"Mrs Wits!" another whined.

"How can you do this to us!" groaned another.

"It was my idea," I proudly said and immediately regretted it as the glares of twenty-five classmates turn on me. Of course, having just been startled and currently disliking me did not stop them from eating the sweets Mrs Wits and I laid out for them as an apology.

Was what I did cruel? Most certainly. Did I scare them? Yes. Did they find it funny later? Yes. Did I humiliate, mock or hurt them? No. Remember kiddos: confuse, don't abuse.

*Wittersdorp is pronounced: Vit-ters-dorp. Wits is pronounced 'vits'

All names are fake and generated by a name generator.

[Emlyn]

At around ten past ten on a Thursday at school, I was sitting in my Maths classroom. This was hardly an unusual occurrence - my next lesson was Maths and I hardly felt like practicing my clarinet, as was usual for me to do during breaks, and so I sat inside, hiding from my clarinet teacher in hopes she would assume I was practising.

Now, to understand the rest of the story, you must understand how the classroom is laid it. The Maths department on the second floor, above the functions room and overlooking the matric quad. There is a two-metre or so balcony outside - no fencing, no doorway onto it, just large windows overlooking it.

Mrs Wittersdrop*, called Mrs Wits* by pupils, was in the classroom with me - she was my Maths teacher. She was telling me a story about the matrics she had two years ago. She had been late to the Maths lesson and two of the matrics had climbed out onto the balcony and hidden from her. They had wanted to pop up outside the window and surprise her but Mrs Wits had known they were there from the giggling.

"Mrs Wits," I said. "We should play a prank on the Maths class."

"You want to shock them?"

"Yes."

As we were preparing for the prank, I terrified a good chunk of the matrics and one teacher - but the real fun was yet to come.

Now, it is important to know that Mrs Wits hated people being late. If you were late, you were locked outside of the classroom until she was ready to hear your excuse... and you had better hope your excuse was a good one.

I heard the class walk in just before half-past ten. Their yammering and chattering was fairly loud, as usual. A few of them had seen me as they walked up but most had gone to the classroom from the wrong side of the school. They took to their seats and quietened down and Mrs Wits started the lesson.

Roughly twenty minutes into the lesson, I got up from where I sat on the gravel, hidden under the window of the balcony. I went to the window and knocked on it.

"Sorry I'm late, Mrs Wts," I called cheerfully.

Mrs Wits stopped her lecture, strode up to the window and opened it. I climbed in through the window.

Mrs Wits, unperturbed, walks back to the Smartboard and carries on her lesson. I casually walk up to my bag, hidden behind her desk, and go back to my seat in the front, glancing at the faces of my classmates.

Ashna and Padma gazed dazedly at me; Padma's mouth was near catching flies. Diana's face was as pale as a sheet of white paper, lower jaw touching the floor; her horrified expression frozen on her face. Similar looks of shock decorated the faces of my classmates with the exception of perhaps two or three that had seen me on their way to class. It was beautiful and the story had spread through the grade by the end of the day.

Later, Diana told me why she had been so horrified.

"Mrs Shaw (our grade seven teacher) told me that if any of us set one foot on the (fenced, small, enclosed with a door) balconies we would be expelled immediately! It traumatised me!"

An indeterminable amount of time later (I really don't know, this was years ago), on a Tuesday, Maths is, again, the lesson after little break (or tea, if you've grown up. I never have from junior school. Tea is for adults, little break is for baby-me) I walk into Mrs Wits classroom and stop for a second, asking Mrs Wits a concerned question. She answers my question in the negative and, yet, it gives me an idea.

"Mrs Wits," I said. "We should play a prank on the Maths class." and I explained the prank to her.

"I don't think we should do that today - we can do that a bit later."

Next week Thursday comes and the thing that had caused me concern on the last Tuesday was once again in the classroom.

"Mrs Wits," I said. "We should play that prank on the Maths class."

She agreed and we worked quickly to set up the prank.

A bit before ten-thirty, my class trickles in. The first few to walk in look horrified. Agnes Ross walks in, takes one look and walks right out, saying, "Nope! I refuse!"

After a few minutes, once everyone has sat in their seats (settled cannot be used here for their air of unease and panic that permeated the room could never allow for it.) The layout of the classroom in that dreaded position - no longer in groups of two to three but in rows and columns, each desk apart to prevent cheating.

"I found that we needed to test your progress in this section," Mrs Wits started her explanation. "I'm terribly sorry but I forgot to tell you about this test in advance. You may begin."

The pale, shaking hands turned over the papers to reveal a blank sheet, a piece of exam paper and a sweet.

"What!" shrieked one classmate.

"Mrs Wits!" another whined.

"How can you do this to us!" groaned another.

"It was my idea," I proudly said and immediately regretted it as the glares of twenty-five classmates turn on me. Of course, having just been startled and currently disliking me did not stop them from eating the sweets Mrs Wits and I laid out for them as an apology.

Was what I did cruel? Most certainly. Did I scare them? Yes. Did they find it funny later? Yes. Did I humiliate, mock or hurt them? No. Remember kiddos: confuse, don't abuse.

*Wittersdorp is pronounced: Vit-ters-dorp. Wits is pronounced 'vits'

All names are fake and generated by a name generator.

This is funny! The pranks were GENIUS!