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#1 Campitor

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Posted 22 July 2014 - 09:14 AM

This has no prize and is just for fun;

 

Make up a short story as to why no one has seen my face, and the bad side effects that happen to those who do get a glimpse of it!


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#2 KamiKali

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Posted 22 July 2014 - 02:35 PM

Since your Avatar picture is Loki...

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And this is why you have no shown your face.


Edited by KamiKali, 22 July 2014 - 02:36 PM.

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#3 Sapphic

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Posted 23 July 2014 - 04:26 PM

Campitor's face flew up into space after eating such a delicious pas...try that was made by the ace baker of his favorite place. It never came down which made him want to frown, though he couldn't, and so he felt beat down. He was quite bothered so he went and soldered a demon mask with the help of his daughter. The demon mask was cursed and reversed good fortune, making his company the worst.


Edited by Sapphic, 23 July 2014 - 04:27 PM.

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#4 Kadelia

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Posted 23 July 2014 - 04:45 PM

The company's headquarters had been established for a number of years. However, only the small staff knew its secret. For you see, the office was haunted. Haunted by the Phantom of the Opera Browser.

 

The company was established where it was due to the low rent. The land lord was having trouble selling the property due to witness sightings of a strange cloaked figure who hid his face with a a half broken AOL trial CD. The phantom was believed to be one of the former employes of the web application development business that once inhabited the office. The phantom was said to have died in a freak motorboating accident, when his busty supervisor became overly excited with his progress in developing a java applet for their web team that actually worked in more than one browser for once, and hugged him to death.

 

To this day, the masked figure roams the halls of Gravity LLC, moaning "this distro fixes the bugs introduced in the last release....!! Woooohuuu huuuuu~". They say that anyone who sees his face has met a tragic end, losing their sanity and even formatting their home computer to install the linux operating system and nothing else of value! They are never seen or heard from again outside of redhat web forums, that is.


Edited by Jaye, 23 July 2014 - 04:46 PM.

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#5 Facekiller

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Posted 23 July 2014 - 08:15 PM

The Ancients knew what would happen if the Campitor was released from his crystal prison. They tried to hide it away deep within the earth. But some forces are too strong, too dark, too powerful. After two thousand years man had finally found the vault the ancients had sealed so long ago. They didnt heed the warning the ancients had transcribed upon the giant stone seal. They thought they could harness its malevolent energy. The men scurried and scraped around the blood red stone that entombed the Campitor. They brought tools and worked day and night chipping away under man made lights. On the fourth day the stone began to crack. A dark aura poured like molasses from the cracks and crevices. The people began to panic. They knew they had made a grave mistake as the dread washed over them. The stone broke apart, crashing to the ground like a blood stained glacier to the sea. There the beast stood gazing at the cowering men. They  were frozen in panic and terror, madness gripping them all. They began tearing at their own faces and clawing at their eyes. Their teeth gnashed in frenzied howling as froth spat from their lips. They chewed through their own tongues, biting so hard that their teeth broke free from their gums and fell into the fleshy bloody pools they were now sputtering forth. Soon, their minds spent completely, their bodies began to stop their sickening convulsions. Almost all at once the shrieks and screams were replaced by silence. The Campitor was pleased by this "offering" and strode forth into the long tunnel that would carry him to the surface. There would be no worship. There would be no followers. No cults were made for the Campitor. There would only be mind shredding madness, terror, and death. These were the Campitor's dark trinity. The Campitor was the awfulness of all mankind. His face a mirror to all the evils within every one of us. He was sin in its most basic form. And he is eternal...

 

     Mike woke up with a jerk. Something moved near him and he jumped up in fright. it was the kind of fright a man gets when he suddenly awaken by movement and noise, in this case that of his fishing pole being dragged into the river. He sat there stunned and blinking in the too bright sunlight. He had just bought that rod. He began feeling around his pockets and eventually stood up. He pulled a lighter and a one hitter and a small cigarette cellophane wrapper containing a small nugget of pot. He sat back down, this time on the log that had previously acted as his pillow. He began tearing off little chunks off the nugget and stuffing them into the end of the little pipe. He sat there in the mid june midday sun smoking pot and fishing. Well, actually thats no longer true as he has just lost his rod. He stared at the moving waters of the little river like a mystic searching for answers in the swirls and eddies. He exhaled. The whole world became quiet and still. He was one with nature. He can almost hear music. He can hear music. He knows its tune. It takes  less than a second for his brain to make out that tune, to take his peace by the throat and murder it with social interaction.

     It's his sister calling. Shes rambling and fairly incoherent. He hears the word "dog". She hit a dog. No, she swerved and almost hit a car. Yes she was alright but she didnt know if the dog was. He didnt actually care if the dog was alright or not. He didnt really like dogs. He didnt really like people either. He just didnt fit that pack mentality. He played along tho because she cared and it was easier to care than to start a completely irrational fight he can never win. He tries calming her down. He says she needs to go home and have a beer and that he will go look for the dog. He doesnt want to go look for the dog. He probably drive through the neighborhood and glance around just to say he went and looked, but he wasnt at all invested in the project.

     He kicked his can of bait into the water and picked up his small tackle box.  The pole was long gone by this point. Fish win. He looked around him patting his pockets. His lips quivered slightly and his eyebrows danced around as he took mental inventory of his belonging. He pulled his keys out of his front right pocket. The rabbit's foot keychain getting caught in the pocket for a second before exiting with a triumphant flop. He brushed his pant leg off with his hand and headed for his car.

 

to be continued...


Edited by Facekiller, 27 July 2014 - 12:22 PM.

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