Im entering :3

(i hope im doing this rirght, let me know if im not)

Chris was an every day police man, NYPD as people called him. His blond hair was neatly brushed down, and he had a good job a nice place to live..

Thou every day he whent into work he would complain,

"okay im quitting" he mumbled drinking his coffee and rubbing the side for his face ware he was hit a few times by a drunk. his boss laughed, this was an ever day thing for him, and refiled his coffee

he sat at his desk at work filling out his paper work, from the arest of  the drunk, when his pager whent off

"URGENT: ALL POLICE AVIBLE... NY CITY ZOO"

 he sighed heavly and pulled him self to his car. "proble some one trying to steal a animal, Peta!" he said to him self " It proble is them , Agien, stealing what an Elephent?" he fliped on his lights and drove getting to teh zoo 15 minets later.

 Thair was no one thair, he walked in and a zoo keeper ran up to him painting, "Some one is stealing are cheetas! They ran to the back entrence!"

 chris ran with the zoo keeper till they got to the back, and thair a yuong girl sat thair smiling at them, thou the smile unnerving. She has brown hair and brown sharp eyes. Her teeth were just as sharp

 "you see a cheeta go by?" chris called out not wanting to go closer, and wishing he just quite this morning.

She smiled more, showing more of her teeth, and giggling.  "yes i have " She steped closer to them, as she steped something chanced about her. her eyes were a golden brown, her hair the same.

 he looked at the keeper who has steped back more. chris grabed the butt of his gun, "Laydown you" he said, "and keep your hands ware i can see them"

 she smiled and got close to the ground, and befor he could even say the next thing, his arm was in a cheetas mouth and being draged off, his leggs kicked at the beast has it draged him out of the zoo. It swang his left arm at it but it did nothing, His frailing hand did no dameg to the beast.. he could see a gient hole, it looked like a sewer hole, but in the street, not in the ground like it shsould be. He screamed but nothing happented it was dragg

ing him throw the wierd hole in the air....

He woke up, drowsy and not being able to tell ware he was. the ground was soft, and the zoo keeper was thair? he tryed to say soem thing but it nothing came out.The cheeta sat next to his head, "you okay?" it spoke still haveing some evil min its voice. "sorry didnt think you would come quitly so , Darren and I had to get you here some how" it smiled crooketly" it was kinda fun to be honest"

 the zoo kepper looked at him :i fixed your arm, and That is Amber: he smiled

chris looked around.. "ware am i? whaigh cheetas cant  talk.."

Darren and Amber looked at eachother and smiled twistly. "we arnt Normel" they said at the same time. looking back at him

"You are the same as us, I am a cheeta, he is a rabbit and you are" she smiled sickly agien, making his stumic drop "we are part of a wepen, You are earth, I am death he is magic. It taken us years to find you but..." she smiled agien

 He laughed , Im dream aint, I? I must be, I shouldnt drink before bed " he laughed agien and rolled over smiling," must be dreaming"

The otehr two just looked at eachother and smiled giggling them self.. "You will learn"

(idk if you whnat more or not, lo, might add morel)

Hmm.

I'll enter. I'll have it in by the 22nd.

Awesome Ramen. :)

Look forward to seeing your Quell :)

Wow. I am finished :D

It's not the best, but I think it's OK

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“Take my daughter, please, Annabelle. Protect her from me and my business.” My greatest friend, Carmen, winced on the word business, and then continued. “I, Carmen Isobel Evans, give you my permission to take her, my poor little Willow Grace Evans, in hope that you can protect her from the outside world.” With that last heartbreaking sentence, Carmen inhaled deeply and sat up straight.
“Will I or rather, we see you again?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper, masked with pain and withdrawal. Nothing I could say would ever stop Annabelle from leaving. She was strong-willed, and whenever she decided to do something, she would do it. Carmen nodded sadly, and stared blankly at the wooden floor. Sighing deeply, I looked at the sleeping Willow. Carmen was present in her features, with the same stunning beauty and long, curly eyelashes. At that final moment I had decided the infant’s nickname. Curly.
“I had better get going if I want to make it to C- I meant, where I am going.” Carmen stumbled on her words. Looking down at her first, and last, child, Carmen placed a silver necklace with a real ruby on the end, on top of her five-month-old daughter who lay unaware in her travelling chair. “The papers.” Carmen explained and handed me a small work-like apache case. “And there is a few thousand Euros in there – give them to her whenever you feel. And Annabelle,” I looked up at the sound of my name. “When she is eighteen, promise to tell her about me, about her vampire mother.” With that, Carmen looked longingly at her daughter and swept out of my door, out of me and Willow’s life.

As Willow advanced and grew, it was easy to tell that she was getting more and more like her mother, more like a vampiric. Willow began to stop eating meals, and often gazed hungrily at my neck. But this did not stop me from nurturing her and loving her. Her eighteenth birthday approached steadily, and I mentally prepared myself for the awkward speech telling her what she was. Or rather who she was. My little Curly Willow. Of course she’d freak out, but I’d have to calm her down. God help me if I were to be under her wrath when she got angry, as I had witnessed her mother, I cringed mentally, getting angry one time too many.

Today, precisely a week before her birthday that I dreaded so much, Willow bet me to the chase.
“Mom, hear me out. I need to talk to you. For a while now, I won’t eat normal food. Not because I am anorexic and I starve myself, but because I have a craving for... blood.” Willow cringed at her own words. Placing a pacifying hand on her shoulder, I said softly,
“Willow, I expected nothing more, and nothing less from you. I was waiting for your eighteenth to tell you this, but now that you’ve brought it up, I need to tell you.” Shaking my head slightly, I sighed. “Willow Grace Evans, yes, not Williams, Evans, I am not your biological mother. Your real mother was a vampire. It was her wish to protect you from he-" But before I could fully explain, Willow lashed out.
“You waited all this time, raised me as your own, to do this to me!” She shook my hand off her shoulder. “Keep. Away. From. Me.” She snarled between her teeth, shaking furiously. I didn’t listen to her. The last thing I could remember was sharp teeth lunging at me. And then, I was dead.

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Willow looked at the limp, dead body that lay before her, and instantly, grief washed over her. What had she done? Ripping off the necklace, plain silver with a ruby on the end, and throwing it in the blazing fireplase, Willow ran, ran as if it were all she had, until she reached an isolated forest. Laying down in the middle of a field, she let the sun claim her life. Payment for what she had done to her only family. Willow died thinking of how her mother had abandoned her, and also carrying the guilt of killing an innocent - her own mother. Yes, Annabelle wasn't her biological mother, but she was her real mother.

Ramen - I read yours and it is really good :D

Original and fast-paced, it is :D

The sea is dark where we live, and by no means lifeless. When strange beings with their cameras come down to film the sea creatures, most of us flee and all they find is a barren stretch of ocean. We always know when they are coming. I live in a part of the ocean that ships rarely navigate because of the number of shipwrecks that occur, presumably caused by freak storms and the like. If the humans knew the real cause of their demise... no one would navigate the oceans at all.

It was a bleak morning on the surface when I awoke amongst the graveyard, but my abode was as dark as it always was. I swam around the wrecked ships, seeking out the fish that lived with me. Many sea creatures lives here, from the harmless to the most sinister. A predator, I was well feared by those below me on the food chain, and a good friend of tiger sharks and the Great Chironex. The Chrironex and I were not yet discovered, so in human eyes, we did not exist. The Great Chironex resembled its smaller jellyfish counterpart, except it was monstrous and had a large round mouth with rows of jagged teeth that was fed by its surrounding tentacles after its prey was shocked to death. I was less intimidating by comparison, with my pale white skin, wide jaws that resembled that of the viperfish, finned arms that ended in claws and a long beautiful tail with and end that cut like a razor.

The Great Chironex and I stalked our ship graveyard together, chasing down smaller fish for the thrill. My acute senses picked up a stirring in the water, and I left the chase with the Chironex at my side. It was a feeling I had not had since the last shipwreck, which was years ago. Excitement grew as I swam to the surface, the water flowing smoothly over my elegant body. My large eyes scanned the surface as I neared it. It took a few minutes to grow accustomed to the light, but I could made out a shadow that was the hull of a p*censored*ing ship. The Chironex sensed it too, and its tentacles rippled with anticipation. I signaled for it to wait until I checked out the scene.

My beautiful yet terrible head broke the surface of the ocean as I surveyed the ship from a distance. It was a good size, and the sail bellied from the force of the blowing wind. The crew was on deck, checking the ship and looking for signs of an oncoming storm. The sky was slightly overcast and I knew that no storm would come of its own.
I dove back down to meet the Chironex, and pointed to the ship. Its tentacles flourished in a stunning display, and it swam up quickly. It began to spin, churning the waters around it and making the ship rock like a toy boat. I caught hold of one of the tentacles- it could control the electricity flowing through them- and it hoisted me onto the side of the ship. As I scrambled onto the ship, the same tentacle shot sparks of electricity into the sky, and the clouds burst and spewed rain which agitated the wind and waves. The crew had their backs turned, looking at the sea and some feeling sea sick, but they refused to run from the deck lest they loose their balance and crack their skulls on the flooring. With my sharp teeth I snapped the rope that hoisted the sail and the whole thing came tumbling down, causing the ship to become even more unsteady. One of the men ran towards the sail, and screamed when he saw me. I disposed of him quickly and jumped back into the water before the rest of them could turn.

Suddenly, one the Chironex's tentacles wrapped itself around the ship and sent a jolt of electricity across it. The men screamed in agony and those who got the brunt of it fell lifeless and sizzling. Another tentacle came, and the ship crunched sickeningly under its electric grasp.
Some of the crew jumped over board. I swam up eagerly and snapped them up in my jaws. They always tasted better fresh, kicking and terrified than roasted by the Chironex. There was another loud crunch that reverberated through the ocean itself as the Chironex hoisted itself up on the ship. The ship groaned under its weight, and more of the men plunged into the water, both alive and lifeless. The Chironex was having a wonderful time shoveling the crew into its gaping mouth as it hugged the ship like a child grasping a teddy bear. Finally, the ship snapped in half under the Chironex's weight and everything plunged into the water, creating a gargantuan splash. I darted out of the way of the Chironex's tentacles and the falling debris, snapping up what I could eat. I gorged myself until I could barely swim, and sank leisurely to the bottom with the rest of it.

The Chironex untangled itself from the ship's fragments when it was as equally full as I, and we left it to rot in the graveyard with the rest of the ships we had ravaged in the past. Tired from the excitement and the meal we haven't had in years, the Chironex settled to the sandy bottom and we soon dozed off into a dreamless slumber. At the surface, the raindrops stopped pelting down like bullets into the ocean, and the sun peeped out from behind a rim of quickly dispersing clouds, kissing the ocean ripples with its soft golden rays.

 Lost Lonnie

It was a calm and deserted night in the black forest and all around it's quiet. The full moon is hish in the sky and lanny the lizard is scared out of his mind he starts to run, run faster than he has ever ran before. He ran until he ran into a clearing where a great big house stood all alone in the middle of a forest surrounded by trees. The wind whisp at his tail and he jumped back.  There was no lights in the house and Ivy was growing wildly along the chimney. It the creepest place that he has ever saw.

Lanny decide it is better to go in the house instead of staying out side to be eaten so he creeps slowly up the cobblestone path and arrive at the front door. He nocks but no one answer. He knock again but still no answer. He then turns the handle but before his hand reaches the handle the door opens and a scary peson open it. The creature is in the form of and owl. He invites lonny in. Offering to take his coat. Lonny shakes his head. The owl then lead him to a hall where the owner of the house lives it is a great hall with a really long table. he sit in one of the chair and soon the master arrives and tell him that he got lost in the forest and need a way back home the master points east of the corner of the house.

He told the old guy that he better get going but before he could turn the master swoops down and pins him to the floor nocking the salt and pepper over. Lonny snap his tail and hits the master in the back the master is knocked forward. Lonnie stand and grab some peper that spille don the floor and then threw it in the face of the master. The master became full of sneezes and Lonnie ran, ran as fast as his little legs would carry him.He got out the door and ran east. He ran, and ran and soon came to his own town where he soon came to his house and went to bed. Lonnie awoke the next moring not knowing if what happend at night was a dream or was it reall I guess we'll never know.

Thank you everyone, the contest will end on January 31st :)

Ok :)

Good luck all!

Hey! Here's mine. Hope you like it. :)

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 The Lime Green Umbrella

I wiped the tear as it slithered down my cheek, holding on to the mahogany handle of my lime green umbrella, my sole companion. I overlooked the fact that my gl*censored*es were foggy and blurred due to the humidity in the air, and I didn’t fret over the fact that my favorite pair of sneakers were mud-stained.

Black cars whizzed past me, puddles of water splashing across the black street. The clouds looked dark and gloomy…they too were sick of crying aimlessly, like me, but that didn’t stop them from pouring sadly on the world below.

The street narrowed as I plodded towards the only place where I was at peace…where I found solace…the playground. The cold rain drops continued to pelt on my umbrella, and I caught sight of The Playground.

The neon-pink slide looked dull and precarious as the water trickled down it, the turquoise see-saw creaked as the gale hit it harshly, the sand-box looked naked without the hordes of kids fighting to play in it, and the black swing stood in the middle, rust appearing on it.

I walked in, and without a second thought, I closed my umbrella. I gasped as the cold and bitter raindrops made contact with my soft skin and traveled through my brown tresses sneakily like snakes…but the feeling soon p*censored*ed, and in place of it came a sensation of thrill. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as the water fell harshly on me, and impetuously, I flung my lime green umbrella halfway across the playground, and I could hear the umbrella splatter into a puddle. I puffed air in, and flopped down on the black swing, clutching onto the chain firmly, afraid that I’d do something impulsive.

As I sat there, freezing in the resentful weather, I couldn’t help but let my mind wander on them. I choked back the tears, but couldn’t stop a difficult one that persisted.

‘’ They don’t deserve you, they don’t deserve you, they don’t deserve you,’’ I constantly muttered under my breath, in hope to calm myself down,’’ They broke your trust, Alicia…they certainly don’t deserve your tears,’’

‘’ Gerroff! That’s MY swing,’’

I wheeled around, and my dark eyes met a pair of unusually bright sea-green ones. The owner of the eyes was a young boy, around six years old, scrawny and short for his age. His temperament constituted for his physique, though, and I couldn’t help but smile slightly at him.

I got up, and nodded, and walked away, but his voice called out hastily,’’ Don’t go! This swing is big enough for two!’’

I turned around slowly, and confirmed,’’ You’re sure?’’

He nodded fervently, and I laughed hoarsely as he dragged me to the swing and we plonked down.

‘’ What’s your name?’’ he questioned.

‘’ Alicia,’’ I answered, and noticed that his raven-black hair was unusually spiky and messy, but that just may be the rain.

He scrunched up his nose in disdain, and said,’’ That’s a terrible name!’’ and then added proudly, ’’Mine is Daniel, and I’m named after my great-great grandfather who died saving the country,’’

‘’ Navy?’’ I asked, interested.

‘’ NO!’’ he said, shocked,’’ That’s a yucky color! I like Yellow,’’

I beamed, and then gazed off into the distance, and we were in comfortable silence for a few minutes.

‘’ What are you doing here? Mama reckons it’s raining cats and dogs, but I reckon Mama’s blind. There’s only water falling!’’ he grumbled.

‘’ I fought with some friends,’’ I muttered incoherently, dreading the question he just asked.

‘’ Oh don’t worry! I’m your friend!’’ he exclaimed, and held onto me re*censored*uringly.

I looked at his hand, my heart gushing with adoration for this little boy, when he said,’’ I fought with my friend. He then punched me, and I started crying. Cynthia, my stupid married sister, told me that I shouldn’t cry. It makes me look ugly. I then told her, a handsome dude like me can’t look ugly,’’

‘’ Seriously!’’ I agreed with a chuckle.

The clouds began to clear, done with crying, and the sun came out from behind them, shining brightly on the gr*censored*, illuminating the neon-pink slide, and warmth spread through my body.

‘’ Darn, I gotta go, Daniel!’’ I sighed, and got up.

‘’ No, don’t!’’ he pleaded, his beautiful eyes sparkling with earnestly.

‘’Daniel…’’ I said.

His large eyes scanned the park, and they lit up as they landed on something.

‘’ Wait right here!’’ he said gleefully.

He skipped off somewhere, and soon returned with the lime green umbrella. There was a small tear, but other than that, it was just like before. He handed it to me, and said,’’ Whenever you use this umbrella, remember me. Take it,’’

He shoved it into my hands, and then, sighed deeply.

‘’ There’s no rainbow!’’ he whined, looking at the sky hopelessly for one.

I looked at the little boy, and said,’’ Huh…I can see one right now,’’

Some people are like rainbows on a rainy day.

With a lime green umbrella, of course.

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