Messenger, you should not deny that you retold something that you read in a book. I've already stated that plagiarism is not tolerated in this contest. If there is evidence that you did plagiarise, I cannot ignore it. The story from this book is too similar to what you've posted, so I this is considered some form of plagiarism (it's not word for word, but it just looks like you're retelling it). You'll have to write something new if you want your chance for the prize. If you're being difficult, I can just simply exempt you; I'm not at a loss here. Flareboy does not want you kicked out of the contest, if she notices anything suspicious it is her duty to report it.

Now, that evidence only proved that your first story was plagiarised. The second one is fine (at least until evidence is given), but why did you remove it? It's perfectly okay xD

Please do not discuss this issue any further (not even rmail- you're free do discuss amoungst each other but do not send any rmails to Messenger concerning this). I don't want anyone ganging up on Messenger, she did something wrong but having several people beating her up is a bit too harsh (and it's not really going to help, it's just going to make her cooperate less). It's already sorted out, I don't want too much adversity on this board (it's supposed to be fun oAo). If you have any concerns Messenger, rmail me.

NOTICE TO EVERYONE

If you find that any of the stories submitted are suspicious. Please rmail me with concerns or evidence and I will sort it out, I don't want anyone else involved. These entries will be quietly dismissed (nothing else, the entry will just be disqualified) if found guilty, I don't want a fuss over here.

If the accused does not cooperate, I will ignore all statements in defence if the evidence is sufficient. There is nothing you can do to convince me to allow your entry to be valid again and you will have to make a new one if you want to be a part of this contest, I will act as if the previous entry never existed and will be unbiased in judgement.

Please read this:

http://www.rescreatu.com/forum/cat/arts/art/you-will-be-warned-/~page/1/

I have recently found that this kind of activity is against the site rules. Flare and Shadowfax, I'm not saying that you two are breaking the rules; you have both gone about this in an acceptable and polite manner. However, I am afraid that in the future, someone will not act in such a manner and I would not want to take the risk. 

New entry:

Oh dinger.  Drama.

Three words.  XD

Three words:

OH MAH GOD 

(it can even be shortened to OMG if you want) Such an awesome, versatile, phrase.

You asked me to enter again, so here is my beautiful piece of 602 twisted, mentally scarring words:

Marie's eyes felt crusty and sore as she opened them, and she blinked as the bright light of the room swarmed her vision. She groaned lightly, an action that immediately caused a burning pain to shoot down her throat.

“You’re finally awake, I see," said a cool, soft voice that made Marie shiver. She opened her eyes again, squinting into the harsh light of the room to try to make out a face. She saw only the dark outline of a man, silhouetted against the blank white wall of the room. "That's good. Was going to wake you up soon, anyway," the shape said.

            Marie said nothing, throat still aching enough to make tears prickle in her eyes. She wanted to move, to stretch, to be able to bend her fingers. Something, anything, but her muscles just wouldn't obey her.

            "Now," The shape said, and Marie swallowed back a frightened whimper. "I've had an idea, while you were resting." Marie nearly choked on the slightly hysterical laugh that bubbled up from her throat at the word "resting," and the sound left her throat raw. But she couldn’t help herself— he’d said it as though she were on some sort of relaxing vacation. "Let's have...art time," the man said. Marie had the feeling that, if she could see his face, she’d see the man grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

            "Wh...what do you mean?" Marie said, voice hoarse as she fought against the fire in her throat. "I ca...can't move. How could I possibly do anything artsy?"

            "Well, you won't be doing anything. I will," The man said, tapping something that sounded like metal against the wooden bedside table. Marie tried to ignore the fact that he was right next to her, had moved without her even noticing.

            "What's the...point of that?"

            The man snorted as though she’d made a joke. "Point, indeed.” He paused, kneeling down with his face next to Marie’s. Marie pointedly did not look at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction. She could see a dark outline, a vague shape from the corner of her eye, and that was enough for her. “Anyway,” he continued, “I like art. Don't you?" The tapping sped up.

            "No."

            "That's too bad. I do,” he paused, sighing dramatically. “It's a shame I don't have any paper, though. I do enjoy drawing."

"How...do you plan on drawing without paper?" Marie turned her head towards the man, despite the displeasure and pain it caused her. She couldn't help it.

"Well, you're skin's fairly white. I bet it would make a nice substitute to paper. Living canvas, if you will."

            "What?" Marie said loudly. If she could move, she would have cringed at the pain it cause her. The tapping suddenly seemed more sinister than annoying.

            "I think," the man said, his dark shape suddenly looming over Marie, "that you would make an excellent canvas."

            And then the thing the man had been tapping-- a small knife, Marie realized --was being pushed into the flesh of her arm. It was cold, but the blade felt like fire against her skin. She screamed, an agonized sound, and the fire spread from her arm to her throat. The pain intensified.

            She wanted to struggle, to push the knife away, but she still couldn't move. She should have been writhing in pain, she thought, and for a moment she almost laughed out loud at the fact that her biggest problem with the current situation was that she wasn't twitching. Instead she screamed, and the last thing she heard as she passed out from pain was the man's laughter.

Sorry for the slightly weird formatting. I tried to fix it, but it won't budge. *shrug* Ah, well.

I ate cheese.

Indescribably beautiful; perfect.

<33 My entry.

To answer both of your questions: I don't know.

(I'll be adding a picture for my story soon, but in the meantime, Kibble and Waffle are both border collies, just so you know.) My entry for e=217:

  "Kibble, come here! I found-" but Waffle was interrupted by the sound of rocks and dirt falling. I ran through the bushes and barely stopped before I fell into a big hole and saw Waffle laying on the bottom. "Ow! What happened?" he muttered.

  "Waffle! Are you okay?!" I barked and quickly started digging him a slope so he could get out. 

  "I'm fine. How did I get down here? How am I going to get out?" he whined. 

I started digging as fast as I could to make a slope of dirt so he could climb free of the pit. I finished after a half hour and he scrambled out. He shook the dirt off himself and whined. "Where do we go now?" I asked.

 Waffle pointed to a tree, and I noticed that a squirrel was sitting in one of the lower branches. 

  "Uh, Waffle? That is a squirrel." I told him and he sighed.

  "But she talks!!!" he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world and started bouncing around.

  But when I started to question my brother's sanity the squirrel did talk. "I think I can lead you to a town." It said and I jumped back and yelped in amazement. "My name is Chipita and I'm a squirrel." 

Chipita is the coolest talking squirrel ever. 

I love your stories Candance, I really do. They beautiful. However, they are prohibiting me from winning this contest, because there is no way I can beat their beauty. 

Alrighty, I think I'll set the end date now. I think I'll end it when school ends. So... er...3 weeks from now? I'll be away from this friday to the following thursday so I won't reply for a while. 

I will try one more time.

   One day, a girl named Kim who thought that she would go out and play with her doll named Quezita. And she spent everyday with that doll. What she did not know is that it was cursed. So, where ever she went with the doll, something happened to her. She would fall, get yelled at, get picked on, and worst of all, she would get tortured by the school bully that she lived next to.

    And as the years went by, she kept more and more to her self until finally, she would hardly talk. It was if she had a disease that would able her to talk, but then one day, her mom found her locked in her closet and she was just sitting there. Rocking back and forth. Then her mom was talking to her, and all she did was shake her head just like she was going crazy.

    She would speek, so her mom took her to a theropist and asked him if he could help her with her problem. She said that she could, but it wouldn't be easy. She would need to pay just around 250 dollars for her to help her problem, and her problem was serious.

   When ever her mom would ask her if she was hungry, all she would get is a head shake. When ever her mom asked her a question that she couldn't do any motions with, she would not answer the question at all.Then one day, she was almost finished with theropy, she was always talking to her mom, and she said that it felt better to talk.She was talking to her dog, too.

    Now, somehow, she knew how to talk to dogs. Her mother got worried and said that nothing could help her, and gave up. She didn't need the doll, so she burned it. And it felt good.

The words in the parenthesis isn't part of the story! i thought i should've put that there to clear some things up.

Once, there was an orphan. He was just one year old when his single mother left him on the doorstep of an old woman's home. The old woman took him in as her own child and raised him. Twelve years later, as he was doing chores for his mother,  he felt lonely for an unknown reason. He wondered and wondered what the reason was, but couldn't figure it out. He went to his mother and asked her if there was something weird going on there. (Their home) He said he felt, hollow. He asked her if there was something he needed to know. She hesitated to answer, but finally, she told him how she came to find him on the doorstep of her home. He was shocked. After she told him, she burst out crying. He comforted her and got her some soup. When he was done washing the dishes, he went to his room and laid down on his bed. He was in deep thought  that night. In the morning, he went to his mother and told her, "thank you" "for what?" she asked, "for taking me in. I wouldn't be here without you" he replied and gave her a hug.  He said three last words before he left, "I love you" "I love  you, too" she replied.

(this isn't part of the story)

p.s. again, the words in the parenthesis arent part of the story.

Moral:

The most impotant thing in life is not money, or fame, it's family, even if they're your adopted family.

The End

this was 217 words ^^

e = 217 or 2178

thank you for reading! ^^

My three word stories.

This is classic. <3

" .. It is alive! "

It's the whole excitement of the story in one sentence.

It tells everything, though it tells nothing. ~ 

Second entry:

" Foe Lugia fled! "

Yes, it's an horror story. </3

LOL thanks for letting me enter. :U 

*runs away*