Halloween Dolls & Stories Contest - 10-01-2012, 09:04 AM
Welcome to Halloween 2012! To enter this contest, just take one of the six dolls below and write a short story about the doll. It can be anything you like; romance, comedy, horror... just make sure that it's Halloween themed! Yes, you can choose the same doll your friend did, just as long as your story is different, it won't matter.
The best story out of the bunch will be chosen on the end date of the Halloween events, which is Halloween itself; 31st October and the winner will receive a beautiful doll made specially for this event! The story doesn't have to be very long, but I would prefer a minimum of two paragraphs for it, please. Runners up will also get treats. Have fun! ^_^
10-01-2012, 09:07 AM
Once you've chosen your doll and thought up your story, please post it in the thread. Make sure you clearly post which doll your story is about; if you want, you can repost the doll to illustrate the story.
10-01-2012, 02:48 PM
im going to start this when i get home from work. i have the start of my story but can it be more than 2 paragraphs?
EDIT: alright here is my story. i am doing a story on the ghost doll.
This is the tale of the "Weeping Widow." It all started one Hallow's Eve. Elle was getting ready to go out to a halloween party when her fiance called. "Hunny, i have a surprise for you. Meet me down by the old town church in an hour...and wear something nice." Elle quickly changed into her best silk dress and threw on her grandma's pearls, and she was ready to go.
Elle arrived at the old town church, only to find her fiance wasn't there. She didn't think anything of it, she just thought he was running late. She began to explore around the church and found a bunch of tombstones. There was no cemetery in sight. She began reading the names on the tombstones and realized they were names of her ancestors. Elle was definitely scared and getting even more scared by the minute.
"Rob? Are you there?" No answer. "I'm getting really scared. If you're there please say something." A loud ominous voice replied, "Elle.......Elle." "Who said that?" "It's me Elle." "Who are you? Leave me alone." Next thing she knew, there was pure silence. It was getting really foggy out and she went back to her car. She went to start it but it wouldn't start at all. The battery was dead. Elle took a flashlight and started walking to try to find her way back into town. The more she walked the foggier it got. At one point she couldnt see anything. She heard something moving behind her so she quickly turned around to try to see what it was. Elle couldn't see anything and then........WHAM! Something zoomed past her, knocked her down and made her drop her flashlight.
Elle couldn't move, all she wanted was for this to all be a huge nightmare. She closed her eyes and got into a feetle position. One minute she is laying there in pure silence, and the next she is surrounded by huge gusts of wind and something pierces her heart. Elle couldn't believe she was now a ghost. She searches for whatever pierced her but finds nothing.
To this day, Elle haunts the old town church as she continues to search for her murderer and her lover. Some say to this day you can still hear her weeping cries and see strands of pearls floating around and shining in the full moon.
and thats my story. hope it's alright!!
Avi by Lovie
Sig by Lovie
10-06-2012, 01:26 PM
How long can our story be? I started to write one, but I'm afraid it's too long. I tend to get carried away when I start writing, lol. I've finished it, but it's a tad over 1,300 words at the moment... Is it okay to enter a story that long?
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:D - 10-06-2012, 03:53 PM
Here is my story, its a bit long and but I wanted as much detail as I could use.
Now I will tell you all a tale. It's called "The First Witch."
Many years ago, in a small town, there lived a girl named Shana. She lived in a nice house with her lovely
mother and her very brave father. Shana's heart was very soft, and her mind was very keen. When you looked
into her eyes, they listened, but when she listened with her ears, she could see your mind. These are are very
unique traits that set her apart from others.
When the sheep were attacked by wolves, the farmers would call for vengeance upon the evil wolves. But,
Shana would say, "the wolves aren't evil." She knew that it was no more evil for a wolf to kill a sheep, than for
a human to kill a sheep. She still was not angry with the wolves nor the farmers. She understood the wolf's
need to eat and the happiness in their hunting. She also understood the farmer's instincts, and their emotions,
as well as their feelings and grown of their minds from young to old and all the lessons that they learned. She
understood a mother's love for her children, a girl's jealousy, and a man's fear. She knew the meaninf of running
water, cloudy sky, and even the names of the stars, and eventually she knew life and death.
Shana's family loved her dearly, but the other people of the town did not. They feared what they couldn't
understand: death, lightning, plague, nightmares, ill omens, and Shana too. They began to despise her. Their fear
and distrust for her grew and grew; until one day, they decided to kill her.
They gathered saws and chisels, axes, picks, and scythes, and they went in search of her. They found her
beyond the outskirts of town. She and a Willow were dangling their toes in a brook. They called out to her,
"Shana, we are done with your unnatural ways, we will have done with you!" Shana became sorrowful that her own
people would do such a thing and she wept. The mob would not be forgiving. They just marched closer.
As the people raised their hands against her, they were taken by disaster! The Earth, the Air, and
the Water, the Tree's and all the higher things had grown fond of Shana. They loved and treasured the only
human they'd ever known, who shared their understanding and acceptance of the world. As the people drew
their wills against Shana, so did the world draw its force against the humans! Some were swallowed by the Earth,
and some were strangled by the Willow. Water leapt up and drowned some of them, and many were abandoned
by Air and could not breath and died.
News spreads like wildfire, and soon the people of the world had heard the story. But they did not know the story
to be true, but as the legend of the Wicked Witch, Shana. You see, Witches are not evil, but precious,
and the world preserves them. It is true that people die by hunting Witches, but it is their own evil, and no other, which
10-06-2012, 07:58 PM
10-06-2012, 08:03 PM
For some reason when I copy and pasted my story some spaces got deleted.
I tried to to fix all I could find, but I'm not positive I got all of them, sorry in advance!
Like all good stories we'll start with "Once upon a time," there was a young and beautiful maiden named Celestia. She had long gorgeously curly auburn hair, was tall, thin, and beautiful. Oh and of course, there was magic,there had always been magic. Celestia grew up quite the spoiled little witch.With attributes like hers it was impossible otherwise. It seemed as if the magic and beauty of the celestial universe was all contained within this divine little girl and her parents always treated her as such. But of course, as theyears went on they grew weary.
Instead of their beautifully talented baby growing into her splendor she grew beyond that which anyone would consider normal, and her parents feared that amount of power would get her in trouble someday so they took precautions into their own hands, going into the deepest most enchanted forest and planting a strand of their daughters hair near a waterfall that seemed to hum a nightmare, and by doing so grounding her power into earthly limits. As theyleft they thought "How perfect". No one in their right mind would wander deep enough into an enchanted forest, near here, endure this horrifying symphony and think to pluck this beautiful rose. But then, who is ever actually in their right mind all of the time?
As fate would have it, years later, a poor gardener fell hopelessly in love with the beautiful Celestia. He worshipped her, but he was nothing to Celestia,covered in filth and earth. Try as he might to woo her, she simply refused to pay him any attention at all. Her heart was set on a Prince, of course, but as beautiful and powerful as she was, the Prince's mother protected his heart, kingdom, and pocketbook, long ago with an enchanted arranged marriage.
Celestia knew that there was more to her prowess than her bodily limits were letting on, but she could not seem to break past her earthly barriers to possess the power of forcing her Prince to love her and break off his arranged marriage. She grew enraged. All these years she was steadily more beautiful, more powerful, and for it to all of a sudden stop seemed unrealistic. She whined to her parents who brushed it off, telling her to stop worrying about it, than no one was as beautiful or as powerful as her anyway. That there was no need for her to gain more power.
And so Celestia sulked away into her room, crying her stunning eyes out, and throwing one heck of a conniption for all the towns folk to endure. As the days went on, the gardener's heart broke for his dearest Celestia, but he didn'tknow what he could do for her. And yet, he thought, and yet there was something, something strange about the way her parents worded their words."No need for her to gain more power"? What did they mean "No need"? Obsession took over the young gardener as he took to shadowing Celestia's parents. What if he could find a way to get Celestia to favor him?What if it was he who gave her exactly as she craved? Of course he had no idea why Celestia wanted more of anything, to him she was perfect as is, but if she wanted more he wanted to do anything he could to give it to her.
One morning as he snuck past Celestia's bedroom window, still blasting with agony filled cries, he happened across her parents in a conversation with the town Hag.
"Halloween is upon us dearies, if yer daughter can keep this up fer a few hours more the children will be frought with fear of the wailin' of the night"
"Oh she'll get over it eventually. She needs ta learn that there's more to life than power and beauty."
"Indeed" said the Hag "Just let 'er walk a day, an hour, a minute in meh shoes! What's got 'er so upset, anyway hmmm?"
"Love, you say?" and the little old Hag eyed the gardener in the bushes and hid a smile. "Well if I were ever so devastated with the paino' love, surely some youngin' strappin' man would bring meh a flower ortew."
gulp "A, a flower?"
The Hag paid no attention to the obvious squirm her petty scheming gave Celestia's parents continuing on trying only to hint to the young gardener.
"Yeh, a flower dearies. A flower of true beauty and danger to prove hislove for the lass'. That, at least would make meh happy. Happy enough tah kiss em!"
"Danger? There's no need for flowers or danger!" The parents were steadily getting needlessly more and more paranoid with the Hag, however, it was not the Hag they should have been worrying about, she was paying them no attention, sneaking peaks at whether or not her little love scheme had worked.
The Gardener was watching the parents with intensity though. What had them so worried about a flower? And moreover, danger? What could be so dangerous about a flower?
It just didn’t make any sense! He was a gardener! There’s nothing dangerous about flowers! A thorn or two here and there, but no danger! Days he had been watching them and he finally found a hint, a clue, anything to help him solve his dilemma but still he was no closer to gaining Celestia’s love!
What did it matter?! She was never going to love him! A Gardener! What was the point of living if he couldn’t have what he wanted anyway?! There wasn’t, he was poor and had nothing to live for, so he ran.
Deep into the darkest forest he ran. As the night grew darker he slowed down. Eerie. He’d never seen trees move like that, or creatures watch him so. The moon itself was also bizarre in a large fullness glowing abnormally bright.A high howl in the night and a cackle in the wind struck him so. Halloween night! And here he was in the deepest most enchanted forest he’d ever seen! What was that noise?
He followed it to a stream that seemed to carry it in it’s currents. It was a sad desperate and sorrowful song. It made his heart ache and think of Celestia. And then he saw it. The most beautiful rose he’d ever seen! A deep auburn color caressed in thorns and curly leaves. How odd? It was as if this rose was signing the sorrowful tune. A rose this beautiful should not be sad, or so alone, and certainly not in a forest as strange and dangerous as this. He plucked it and stowed it away to keep to himself. A beauty to match that of the Celestia he could never have. And as it plucked free the tune changed. Shivers ran down his back as the sorrow turned to horror. What magic is this?! The river turned bloody, the waterfall splashed crimson all around it. Covered in blood he ran to his love. Something wasn’t right.
Miles away Celestia abruptly stopped her petty wailing. Power surged through her at an unsafe pace. Her hair, already long, flowed longer and swept into the howl filled wind. She rose off the ground and her power swirled all around her. As she took it all in she tried in desperation to break her limits to finally force true love, a feat no witch had ever fulfilled. But it was too much! Her parents broke into a run as their daughter’s screech broke through the night. Before they could reach her it was too late. The dead silence that followed was thickened by the magic in the air. As they came upon their daughter, lifeless on the ground they wept. Soon running steps were heard and the Gardener appeared, flower in hand. The parents eyed him with astonishment and fury, but could find no words. The Gardener felt as if he’d hit a stone wall. As he dropped to his knees the flower fell onto Celestia’s bosom and her eyes shot open, bloody red.
From that Halloween on, horrible wailing haunted the town as Celestia longed for the life she should have appreciated when she had it, because unfortunately, not all good stories have happy endings. Have a Happy Halloween.
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