I have recently entered a writing competition. I have been placing well, so I figured I'd share some of them with you.
The aim of the competition is to write your heart out. Each week there will be different requirements, themes and ideas for you to work with, to create your own short story. The deadline will be a week from the release of the article and will be judged ASAP. The first place winner will, if they consent, have their work published in the next article for all of N/A to enjoy. You reserve the right to keep it anonymous or say no to it being put in an article.
This weeks genre will be HORROR, and for this competition I will give you a list of words that you MUST include in your story, these will be as follows:
ICE CREAM, FLUFFY, BUNNY, RAINBOW, MIDNIGHT, PIANO, COAT, GRASS.
Lets put our imaginations to use and get creative! Good Luck to everybody who wants to compete!
RULES;
Your story must be over 250 words, and MUST meet the requirements above, it must also be sent to this email address for it to be judged; N/A and all pieces of work must be ORIGINAL. There is no limit to how much you can write.
ICE CREAM, FLUFFY, BUNNY, RAINBOW, MIDNIGHT, PIANO, COAT, GRASS.
"The Slippers."
By Virgin
Jaime walked quietly down the bleak, dark hallway. Her family had just moved into a new house, and from what the neighbors had told her, the previous owners had been murdered in it. It was midnight, and she was home alone. She had woken up, and had a craving for some ice cream. She had been silently wishing that they had ice cream in the freezer.
As she reached the kitchen, she noticed something on the counter. Some fluffy bunny slippers, right next to each other.
"That's weird," she muttered to herself before grabbing the slippers and tossing them on the ground.
"They must be Jake's," she said, assuming they belonged to her little brother.
She opened the cabinet above the sink, and reached inside for a bowl. By the time she had noticed the enormous rat sitting inside, it was too late. It had bitten her arm. Squealing loudly, she reared back, slamming the cabinet shut, effectively scaring the rat off, the cabinet loudly banging shut.
She took a moment to catch her breath before she opened the cabinet door halfway, and peered inside. Seeing no signs of the rat, she carefully and quickly stuck her hand inside and grabbed a bowl.
Walking towards the kitchen sink, she opened a near by drawer and pulled out the ice cream scoop and a spoon. She closed the drawer with a swish of her hips, and turned on the faucet.
Sticking the bowl under the running water, she washed the bowl. Once she finished rinsing it, she glanced at where the rat had bitten her. The initial shock of what she saw, caused her hands to shaking so badly that she dropped the bowl on the floor, which shattered to pieces. Her hand was swelling around the bite, and changing unusual colors. Greens and purples, reds and blues. Almost like a rainbow on her hand. It was so swollen, that it was creating an obvious lump.
She rushed into the bathroom, leaving the broken glass in the kitchen, and the faucet running. Jaime slammed the sink cabinets open, roughly shuffling through the supplies inside. Finding what she needed, she opened the first aid kit. She cleaned the bite with an alcohol wipe, and peroxide until there was no blood noticeable. She wrapped her hand in gauze, and returned the kit to it's original place.
She entered the kitchen once again to clean up her mess. She reached out for the faucet handle to turn it off, and found it already off.
"I thought this was on... ," she spoke, and she bent down to pick up the broken pieces of the bowl, to find them missing. She stood up with a start.
"Mom? Dad? Justin? Jake? Is anyone home?" she yelled.
She waited two minutes before deciding that they were not home. Glancing around the kitchen as she walked to the living room, she once again noticed the slippers. They were on the counter again. She angrily grabbed them and threw them to the floor as hard as she possibly could.
By now, she was starting to get freaked out. She looked thoroughly around the living room, not noticing anything out of place.
As she turned to leave, there was a booming smash, and a window inside the room slammed open, bringing in leaves with it. Her breathing started to get heavy, and she took small, precise steps towards the window.
Looking out, she mustered the courage to stick her head out. There was nothing that could have possibly caused the window to open like it did. She shut the window, and locked it. She took one last look out, and noticed a man standing in the grass across from her house. He was wearing a long coat, and was staring straight at the house.
She checked to see if she had actually locked the window, and turn around back towards the hallway. As she passed her family's piano, two of the legs gave out and the piano came noisily crashing to the ground.
Jaime screamed, and backed away from the piano quickly. Her small body smacked into something hard and tall, and a large hand came over her face to cover her mouth. She could feel a knife against her throat, and could see herself in the reflection in the mirror in the hallway.
The knife pressed further into her skin, and she could see blood starting to run.
"You touched my slippers," was the last thing she heard before the person holding the knife made a quick movement of his arm, slitting her throat.
She fell to her knees, arms reaching up for her neck. Her eyes met in the mirror, and she watched as she died, blood pooling around her.
This story placed second.
