Posts by zappo
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Username: zappo
Screen Name: ZAPPO.
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As a little of you know, I'm zappo! Ya, I know I just joined but I'm a great writer! Especially when it comes to suspense and mystery. So, I was thinking of creating a writing contest while watching one of my favorite shows, The Twilight Zone, Shall I explain?
overview;;
If you are wondering what this is, read this. TWZ is a contest in which 20 contestants will compete for a high quality graphic made by me, or a prize of 1500 fresh kill. But what will we be writing about ms. zappo? Well, the baseline is that this is a mystery and or suspense story. But every week, I will create a theme that you must use. For example, a theme would be war. So you the writer would have to create a short story or long chapter on a suspenful or mysterious war. Got it?rules;;
>>stories must be a suspense or mystery or thriller
>>stories must go by the theme
>>only 20 people will be admitted
>>after every challenge, 5 contestants that didn't make the cut will be eliminated, but when the final two are competing, 3 contestants who were eliminated previously will be invited back as judges based on user vote
>>please do not complain, whine, curse, or report to me me when you get voted off. all winners are chosen on quality of work.
>>each week, there will be a challenge to prevent elimination
>>correct punctuation, spelling, and grammar will give you and advantage in TWZ.
>>meet deadlines to stay in the challenge
>>stay activeform;;
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username;; zappo screenname;; ZAPPO.
activity level & muse;; i will give you an honest answer. on activity level, i just rejoined the site. it looks like i am very inactive, but i'm very active. so, 9 1/2 for activity level and 8 9/10 for muse.
why do i want this kit?;; again, here's a true to heart answer. i would really love it if i got this kit. out of all of the clans, i prefer scarclan out of all of them. the great roleplayers, cool camp that in a castle, and out of all of them, the awesome plots. if i do get this kit, i would be super active with him.
one last thing;; willow!!!!!!!!
the cat
name;; catullus
origin of name;; catullus was a famous latin poet who wrote love poems.
gender;; tom
appearance;; catullus is a chocolate tabby cat with white on his chin, front of the jugular(neck), the chest, and on his left front paw. his nose is mostly pink, a section on the top of his nose that is black. due to the white patches on his pelt, he has stone cold blue eyes that shine in the moonlight.
personality;; catullus is assertive little guy. a seductive romantic I should also add. if you don't know him personally, he may seem like a self sent reed assertive little jack-@ss. but if you really get to know him, he may be one of the sweetest toms you know. here are one or two things you should know about catullus; one>he will not deal with any crap. two>he is very devious. these two things mean he will not listen or let any bullsh@t go around about him or his friends and family, and that he is a bit sneaky about things.
clan and the future;; scarclan and scarclan :)Well, I hope you like it! Good luck to everybody else!
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Here, you just post your works of literature and we'll constructively critique it! ;-)
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They're all great guys! Keep it up! I would post but I'm on meh phone.
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Hey ariel, I suggest you join this thread.
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this thread is where i will post some short stories.
~ apocalypse ~
The year is 3001 one, precisely 4 minutes after New Year's Eve. Around the U.S., and some other parts of the world, humans celebrated and celebrated. Suddenly, a large earthquake shook the world from its feet, many aftershocks following the large one. Right after the last of the aftershocks, a thick, murky gas rose throughout the tiniest and the biggest cracks. One by one, people transformed, into these monsterous-like creatures. Almost like zombies. Yet they are zombies. Yeah.... Anyways, few were immune to the gas that inhabited the atmosphere. Like me, but no one is immune to that infectious bite of theirs.
If I die and this is found, keep it safe
-Wayne HayramI folded the piece of paper, hiding it under some shoes in my closet. All that I heard was pounding, and more pounding. Whatever what is happening out there is not normal. Looking through the little eyepiece that you use on a front door, blue and green and grey zombies threw themselves against my door, obviously trying to get to me. Along with the zombies, I saw brains and guts and limbs spread across my San Francisco apartment. My brushed back hair was disheveled, glasses broken, the glass cutting my face. I was the only one who got in here in time. Well, I wasn't the only one. My girlfriend had gotten in too. But when we tried to escape, my girlfriend was bitten. I had to rush back to the closet. My girlfriend was dragged away in front of my own eyes. Sure I was crying, but I had to keep it together.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I see that it is at 54%. I dial 911. There is an answer, followed by a scream, followed by an alarm in the background. Me, scared of course, yelled into my phone before huddling in a corner. I heard a click, multiple clicks to be exact. I'm pretty sure the door is starting to crack.
The clicks got louder and louder, until a large bang went off. The air got silent. I finally started to look around for my guns, one being an ancient hunting rifle and the other a typical handgun found at a Walmart. All of that booze and shit I had earlier, not doing so well. I began to feel dehydrated, and was still quite high off of the weed I smoked earlier. Note to self; never drink and smoke weed at the same time. I tried to stand up, but I fell, knocking over my baskets. All I could think about is that I need to stay here. I got the piece of paper I had written earlier, rereading it to make sure I liked it. I found some pictures of my self, attaching it to my letter to the world. As soon as I got myself together, mentally and physically, I grabbed my two guns, dropping the large rifle down my pants. Moving my dresser and shelves against the door, I thought this would work as a barrier.
I broke the top portion of my door with my elbow, feeling no pain from the effects of marijuana. The zombies tried to get over, but they were unable to. I shot each one of them, tears dripping from my eye. These were the people I once called friends. As soon as the coast was clear, I took one last look of myself, dropping the letter on the smack middle of my apartment. I then grabbed two knifes, one butcher and the other a steak knife. I got an oven mitt and stuffed the two knives in it, tying the string to my belt loops. I charged the door, opening it quickly before shooting all around me, surprisingly hitting all but one. Running away, I felt like I was a champion, able to jump high and land from elevated points without getting hurt. I shot behind me, missing the zombie. Not looking where I was going, I smacked my head against the lobby door. Zombies started to crowd me, and that was the end of me.....
Epilogue
Men searched through the apartment complex, one man opening the door. This search for survivors was conducted three days after the beginning, the apocalypse nearly over and contained. The man called the rest of the detectives over to Wayne's place. It smelled like rotting garbage in there, almost unbearable. All of the men read through Mr. Hayram's letter. They sent it to the lab, which was sent to national news. Wayne Hayram was not an ordinary man anymore. He was now a national figure.
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Hey, so I changed my account to effitan. More stories coming soon.