3d Fanfiction Writing Competition - Voting thread!

[Grimmjow Jaggerjack]

- Ok, so the 3d writing competition has ended. Eventually three people where left, and entered their stories.

- The theme was writing a parody of a videogame.

- A poll will be added in a minute where everyone can vote for the winning story.

- Participants can't vote. :/

- Good luck to everyone! May the best story win! ^^

- Here are the stories:


Story #1

The beautiful night sky glittered with twinkling stars that stood as a backdrop for the tall sturdy buildings as well as a perfect cover-up for a certain ring-tailed thief. Effortlessly springing from great heights and landing on his feet like a feather, the raccoon stopped to bring out his binoclucom. Quickly looking around for any angry security guards, he looked through the opening.

“SLY! Sly? Where are you? I’ve been trying to contact you for who knows how long?” shrieked a freaked out green turtle with his opaque glasses out of place.
“Bentley, calm down! I told you that when the museum’s in sight, I’ll contact you. It’s too risky to talk with you since the security around here has increased quite a bit.” said the raccoon, swishing his tail impatiently.
“That’s what I’ve been trying to inform you about! Due to the number of break-ins the last 3 months, the museum has increased the security level here as well as contacting Interpol about our endeavors. Inspector Fox is personally coming any minute!”
“Carmelita’s coming? Then success will be sweeter when I get my hands on that painting, Wizard.”
“Right. I’ve alerted Murray as well. He’ll be able to help you carry out the painting. Look for him after cracking the code of the safe open. On my side, I’ll try to hack Interpol’s server and stall for time.”
“Get going, buddy. That may be rough. Over and out.” and Sly began to walk across the ropes of the hanging banners below to the Museum of Contemporary Art’s entrance.

It has been awhile since Sly and his gang defeated Dr. M on his brutal and insane mountain, saved the Cooper family fortune, and returned to the life of stealing rare artifacts. It has been so long since the last life-threatening adventure that Sly began to feel edgy and twitchy the last few days sitting on the roof and looking at the Paris night sky.
He was actually dreaming about his dream heist, going through the Louvre’s long winding hallways, sneaking past the sleepy guards while pick pocketing a few trinkets, and finally looking up at the painting he always wanted to look at when he looked up on his ceiling.

The lady with the sympathetic smile, the Mona Lisa had always annoyed him for that annoying smile.

Feeling the cool wind rushing through his fur, Sly smiled at the memory of when he conversed with his partners-in-crime Bentley, the turtle with the brains, and Murray, the hippo with the brawn. They were shocked by Sly’s eagerness to…steal an artifact that is widely known but nevertheless were a little excited too. Bentley immediately spent sleepless nights hacking into the museum’s computer mainframe to acquire information while Murray worked-out and Sly ran across the roofs of Paris to complete Bentley’s missions.

Finally reaching the hologram beacon seen through his binoclucom, Sly looked up at the entrance of the Museum of Contemporary Art. It wasn’t the Louvre, but it was the nearest museum that was participating in the World Tour of the Mona Lisa, where it was traveling to different museums all over the world. More benefits for the thief.
“Bentley, I’m going in. This is going to be fun, right?” said Sly.
He could only hear Bentley’s gruff chuckling in the background.
Sly Cooper quickly jumped from a soaring skyscraper to some nearby hooks where his cane caught onto and Sly swiftly swung off and landed near a skylight. Using his S-shaped cane, he neatly cut a circle through the glass and immediately caught the shard before it touched the lasers below. Sly jumped through the manmade hole and promptly clutched onto a pole where he climbed up to the 2nd level of the museum.
“Bentley, I’m in position. Where’s the case holding the painting?” Sly inquired.
“I’m sensing your position now in my computer. Okay, head straight towards the Arts in the Centuries Exhibit. Then turn on your first left. Be careful! There should be invisible lasers around.”
Sly was sweating. “Yeah, so I’ve heard,” he said when he sensed a laser under his chin. Sly retreated back and observed his surroundings. There were hooks to swing from but at the end was an unlocked door.
“Yeah, Sly. You wouldn’t want to try going through that door. I heard a radio transmission that stated that Inspector Fox would be patrolling in that area for a while. We’ll need to rethink…Sly?”
While Bentley was screaming through the speaker, Sly was vaguely staring at an exhibit case featuring a familiar item.

Neyla’s Scarf??!?!?!!
How was that here?

Sly grudgingly remembered Constable Neyla, the no-good backbiting traitor that was working in Interpol but was actually a member of a gang and who betrayed Sly and Carmelita. Sly remembered how difficult it was to finally vanquish Neyla from his life forever. So how did that embroidered red scarf come here?

“Neyla’s scarf? It is a rare coincidence, Sly, but don’t you think we should concentrate on our objective?”
“This will be more valuable to us than that stupid painting, Bentley! This is our only chance to snatch it!”
“But Sly, Interpol had put the scarf in the museum for security reasons, as to what I’ve heard from the radio. It might be dangerous!”
“How can a scarf be more dangerous than Clockwerk, the Cooper Clan’s sworn enemy?” Sly retorted.
“Fine, Sly, just this detour then back to the mission. I’ll take care of the security obstacles. You concentrate on not alerting Carmelita. There! You should be able to crack the case open. See if there is a lock, Sly.”
Sure enough, the case had a normal combination lock at the bottom. Sly took out his stethoscope and listened to the vibrations made as he turned the dial. Once he figured out the numbers, he hastily put in the combination and WA-LA! One Red Scarf to the Cooper Gang!
“See? That wasn’t difficult to unlock, Bentley. Now, let’s see if…uh oh” Sly stopped speaking as soon as the unlocked door pushed open.
“Hands up, criminal!” shouted a commanding female voice, full of disdain.
“Inspector Fox. How glad I am to see you again.” Sly said teasingly.
“I’m sorry I had to meet you in such circumstances, but now we can meet every day. IN JAIL!” and Carmelita brought out her shock pistol and began crazily shooting shock bullets at Sly,

Sly expertly dodged each bullet that whizzed past him. He climbed up poles, swung from hooks, jumped from one wall to another and speedily ran through the hallways clutching the red scarf. Sly sneaked a peek behind him. WHOOSH! ZZZ! Went another one of Carmelita’s bullets. He looked in the front desperately. YES! The entrance was right there! If could only…reach….ah…NOOOO!!!

Why was there a banana on the floor?
“Slipped on a banana peel, Ringtail? I thought you were more careful!” Carmelita teased right back.

Sly growled unappreciatively as he rolled over to dodge another shocking blue bullet. ‘Why do I feel unexercised? I can’t dodge as fast as before! Why did I slip on a banana? Well, that’s the least of my troubles. This door’s locked!’ he thought as he tried to yank open the emergency exit door.

‘Great, now all the exits are closed. Why does it feel that my luck’s out?’
Well, it was going to get worse.
“Look behind and front of you, Cooper. You have a welcoming committee!” Carmelita laughed. Finally, after so many years, she caught Sly Cooper in her trap!
Sly unwillingly looked behind him. Many animals were there with police badges on, their pistols targeted at Sly. In the front, the angry, infuriated boar guard had their guns pointed directly at Sly.
There was no place to go, nowhere to escape. Would jail finally be his retirement home?
“SUPER THUNDERFLOP!!!” cried a large purple hippo and he belly-flopped from the ceiling to the floor! The HUGE vibration channeled through the floor and caused a little quake! All the guards either disintegrated or became paralyzed!
“MURRAY! Just in time, big guy!” Sly screamed in relief. Retirement is not in his future yet!
“Hey Sly! What’s been happening? Bad luck coming your way?” the cheery hippo asked.
“That’s what I’m concluding! Let’s make our own exit. NOW!” and Sly plus Murray crashed through the window!
While Sly made his escape, poor Carmelita was shaking her hands with steam coming out of her ears.
“I will get you, Cooper! Mark my WORDS!” she shrieked. Then she calmed down to get inside her patrol car and drive back to Headquarters. It would be another day to catch a glimpse of the Cooper Gang.
“Miss Fox,” said a fellow officer, “The scarf from the broken exhibit is missing.
Carmelita’s eyes widened as she realized why Sly wasn’t the way he used to be.
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Running from the museum, Sly ran across the rooftops as Murray ran through the streets. They finally made it to the makeshift Safe house, although with disappointment.
“Guys, are you all right? The mission was a total failure!”
“Aww Sly, sorry we couldn’t get that painting you always wanted.”
“It’s okay, Murray, I’m not sad about that. I just confused about today’s events.”
“Like when you slipped on a banana peel?”
“Murray! It’s just a coincidence that the janitor didn’t clean up that part!”
“What about Carmelita barging in? I’m sure I removed all the security around the scarf.”
“I…don’t know about that part. Everything bad happened as soon as I touched…” Sly looked at Neyla’s scarf.
“Well, -cough- Sly, maybe I forgot to tell you that Neyla’s scarf is –cough- cursed? Gives you bad luck?”
Then Bentley’s radio sensor detected a transmission of a radio walkie-talkie from…Inspector Carmelita Fox! The gang heard:

“Officer, please bring one cane, a book, and a lollipop to the Museum of Contemporary Art at the 2nd emergency exit, if you can. ”
Sly, Bentley and Murray had very confused faces.
“What does she need a cane for? She’s not that old!” Sly concluded.
“Be quiet! I think Carmelita’s trying to contact us!” and Bentley wrote down the complete message.
“Hmm, crude, but Carmelita’s roughly saying that she wants all of us to come back to the Museum tomorrow.
“Thanks Bentley!” but as Sly went to bed, he slipped on a …sock.
“I want my super thieving luck back! I really don’t care if I go to jail!”

Next evening, Murray disguised the Cooper Van as a rusty old truck driving equipment to the museum. They followed Carmelita’s instructions and, wearing formidable disguises of tourists, met up with a beautiful lady with her sunglasses down.
In a different accent, the women asked, “Would you be de new tourists ‘round town? I will be your guide, if you please.”
“Sure, madam, we have no worry,” Sly said as he grinned.
The women smirked as she guided them down through a staircase as to the basement.
“So Cooper, is the bad luck affecting you a lot?” Carmelita asked as she took off her glasses and ruffled back her hair.
Deciding to trust her this once, Sly replied, “Seriously, I can’t even tell you what happened on the way we came here.”
Carmelita chuckled as she explained the effects of Neyla’s scarf.
“This might sound supernatural, but you guys have experienced the unreal. In this case, Neyla’s desire for power has rubbed off her and when you defeated her, the last remnants of her could be found in that scarf. That’s what I could conclude.”
“So if we put back the scarf, Sly’s bad luck will vanish?”
“Yes. The case the scarf was in had protective devices to protect people from getting cursed. Unfortunately…” Carmelita looked at Bentley, “The devices were stopped and…” she looked at Sly, “someone stole the scarf.”
“Sorry, Sly got a little too carried away. Anyway, how will we sneak past security?”
“Certainly I’m not going to do it. If Sly wants to take away the curse, he has to do it himself. But…the guards have break in a couple of minutes.”
Sly asked suspiciously, “Why are you helping us, Miss Fox? Wouldn’t this be a perfect opportunity to capture us?”
Carmelita smiled and replied, “Then my job would become boring. Anyway, I have an advantage here, so it wouldn’t be fair to me.”
“You said a few minutes? Then let’s RUN!”
Sly quickly went through the vent system to the same room as the exhibit as Bentley set up a simple computer tracking system as well as connecting the museum’s cameras to his computer and Murray was…working out. Carmelita went upstairs to monitor the hallways.
“Sly, you should move left, then the 2nd right. Then open the vent at the end.”
“Bentley, you meant the vent below me?”
“Yes. Sorry for the misdirection. What do you see?”
“I see…lots of lasers.”
Now many of the invisible lasers were visible, good for Sly to see where he could slip through but very frightening with how they criss-cross each other. It’s either life of death.
But there were long lamps that he could walk across from like treetops in India and drop the scarf through with Bentley’s gadget. Then his escape would be easy and full of luck if he could get down under those coffee tables that sidled against the wall. If time permits, he still could have a glimpse at the Mona Lisa.
“Okay Bentley, I’m going in. Could you ask a favor for Carmelita to shut off the lasers?”
“What lasers?” Bentley chuckled. Sly looked down to see no lasers anywhere.
“Don’t get too excited; motion detectors are still in place.”
“Well, it was great while it lasted. SO, what can I do?”
“I’m already working on it Sly…hey it seems that the motion detectors are directly at the bottom portion of the room!”
Sly was already nimbly jumping and quickly hooking on his cane to each of the hanging lamps.
“Three more…” Sly muttered. Then the bad luck kicked in. Sly’s cane slipped off the last lamp and he fell to the floor.

WRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGG GGGGGGG!

‘OH NO! Need to get it in before they see me, or I’ll be charged one more, and I really don’t need that!’ Sly thought as he quickly stood up and tiptoed-ran to the pedestal.
The doors busted open as guards ran over to the pedestal. Sly prayed that they would not see him as two guards patrolled along the pedestal with Sly inching behind.

“HEY! WHO’S HE?” someone shouted!
Then the sprinklers sputtered open!
‘Carmelita…’ Sly sighed in relief. But there was no time to waste. Sure, the water dispatched the guards, but now it will be slippery to climb the wall or anything else. So, Sly stood up while the guards ran out to put the scarf in its rightful place.
He looked down at the box, then at the scarf…then at the box…then at the scarf, then just put it in the box. But then his hand was caught!
“I don’t think so, Sly Cooper! Your bad luck will stay forever with you when I protect this box!” an eerie but familiar voice menacingly said.
“Uh…..Neyla?” Sly realized as a game of tug of war but now push and pull began.
“That’s right! And I won’t let you become a master thief ever again!” Neyla replied.
“Neyla! This isn’t for me but the whole wide world! It needs to be protected, from the likes of…you?” Sly said.
“HA! Like that would ever happen! Now keep it or else!”
“Uh, never much?” Sly said and he pushed with all his might into the box.
1.2.22.2.2.2.3……………!
“Got it!” Sly said and he put on the top!
“ARGGGG! You win again? I don’t think so!” Neyla the ghost said as a huge marble table was positioned directly high above Sly.”
“Ta-Ta, Ring-tail!”
“Hey! Only Carmelita can say that!” were Sly’s last few words.

Sly opened his eyes in a hospital room with Bentley, Murray, and Inspector Carmelita by his side. The white hospital had a small table for medicines as well as a monitor checking his heartbeat.
“You took major damage, Sly” said Bentley as he assessed the situation.
“Good thing Carmelita broke in and took you to safety.”
“Another thing I owe you for, Inspector?” Sly said.
“Whatever.”
Murray jumped up and down as he said, “So, are we abandoning the mission?”
“What mission?” Bentley said.

After his friends, and arch-enemy, left, Sly looked out the window. The sun was high with a glowing bright yellow aura, comforting Sly. Well, not really.

“ARGGGG! One day I’ll see you on my ceiling, my Mona Lisa! For REALLL!”



Story #2

358/2 Days with these Guys???

“And now I, Supreme High Almighty Executive Leader of Organization XII, proudly present our thirteenth member, Roxas!” Confetti fell from the ceiling, sticking to Roxas’s new robe. Lexaeus wore a party hat and was playing harmonica.

Xemnas adjusted his glasses and examined the paper again. “Roxas, you’ve been appointed to 358/2 days with the Organization, except for Thursdays and barbecue nights. You’ll be teamed up with Axel---LEXAEUS! You can stop now!”

The crappy harmonica tune died out, and Lexaeus coughed.

Xemnas turned back to Roxas. “Allow me to introduce you to your fellow members. This is Xigbar.”

Xigbar looked at Roxas. “Aw Xemnas, why couldn’t you have picked out some hot babe instead of this runt?”

Xemnas ignored him. “Ignore him. He’s quite perverted. This is Xaldin. Xaldin, please say a few words.”

“Oogla ghiabhgk! Agrajgni gytre!”

“Vexen, please translate.”

Vexen took out a calculator and began to mash buttons. “Well, according to my calculations, he said ‘Hello’. Of course, that’s just a theoretical speculation, using very general terms.” He gave off a real corny laugh that sounded like a dead calf.

Xemnas nodded as if he understood perfectly, and continued. “You’ve already met Vexen, the overeducated *cough*nerd*cough*. And here we have Lexaeus, who we like to call The Silent Hero.”

Lexaeus took out a marker and piece of cardboard. He began to scrawl across it and then he showed it to Roxas. It said, “Hulloz der.”

“Lexaeus is mute. When he gets his heart back, he plans to become a poet. Good luck with that, Lexaeus.”

“Thunkz oo,” Lexaeus wrote on the cardboard.

Xemnas looked at the next person with obvious repulse. “This is Zexion, one of the stranger types.”

Zexion sat in his chair with his arms around his knees. He rocked back and forth, chanting, “Death, despair, destruction, chaos.” He then took out a knife and began to cut himself, still chanting.

Xemnas went on. “This is Saix. Would you like to say something Saix?”

“Hi Roxas!!! Welcome!!! If you need help, just come to me!!!! WOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Saix is one of the more enthusiastic members. He never gets mad. Moving on, this is Axel. Say something Axel, to our new member.”

Axel grunted.

“He doesn’t say much. Just grunts. And this is Demyx, our financial support.”

Demyx raised his hand. He was wearing gold chains around his neck and wrists and he had sunglasses. He withdrew a box and whispered, “Wanna buy some crack? A thousand munny.”

Xemnas laughed. “Yes that’s how we get by. DiZ was our best customer. And now this is Luxord. Any words to spare Luxord?”

Luxord was surrounded by floating plates of food and bottles of beer. He grabbed two bottles in each hand and chugged them down. At the same time he stuffed chicken in his mouth. Pieces of food and half cooked meat and grease stained his robes. He raised a hand and threw a half-eaten expired steak at Roxas, who ducked.

Xemnas winced in disgust. Then he smiled as he said, “And this is Larxene. Oof, you’ll like that sexy thing.”

Larxene was very disgusted. “Ew,” she said. “I’m like getting hit on by Xemnas. You’re going to like give me like a bad rep, you know.”

Xemnas stared at her for a moment, and then continued. “Finally, this is…Marluxia.”

Marluxia was not sitting in his chair, but dancing around the room, prattling about ponies and fairies and whatnot.

“Agla tyupi gurvitu raganta!” gurgled Xaldin as drool dripped from his mouth.

“He says the end is near,” translated Vexen.

“What a silly thing to say.”

Suddenly, there was an explosion. Half-eaten, expired food mixed with guts and pieces of bloody organs splattered across the room and the robes of everyone. There was a nasty odor in the air.

Lexaeus scribbled on his cardboard furiously: “O ma gud. Luxturd blwed upsd!”

“Luxord blew up? That comes as no surprise, at the rate he was going.”

“Yeah,” said Demyx. “The fool was such a fool, I felt like bitch slapping him, that sonuvabitch.”

“Now, now, Demyx,” said Saix in a ridiculously squeaky voice, “don’t say the “B” word! BE HAPPY HE BLEW UP!!!!!!!!!!! HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!!!!”

“How can I be happy?” said Xigbar. “His computer was packed with pics of hot babes.”

“He ate my cell phone!” screamed Larxene.

“Pink ponies and blue rainbows of love! Muffins with sprinkles and creamy unicorns!!” screeched Marluxia.

“Shut up, fool, before I get my homie to kick yo’ ass,” said Demyx as he brought out a teddy bear. “He know Kung Fu,” he shouted in a mock Chinese voice as he threw the teddy bear (now wearing a black belt) at Marluxia. It hit Marluxia in the head and he crumpled to the ground.

“Frata yhujigt! Afrtyui ophjkiuq!”

“What?” yelled Vexen. “Marluxia can’t be dead. That’s completely illogical.”

But sure enough, Marluxia was dead.

Damn it, thought Xemnas. Come on, come on, think of someone to blame .Ah ha!!

“I blame you Xigbar! Huh?” Xigbar was gone. So was Larxene. Apparently, no one noticed them sneaking out of the room and into another room much more private.

Xaldin began to run around with his arms flailing screaming out random pieces of jibberish. Drool flowed endlessly from his mouth. He ran right through the wall, leaving a big hole. He continued to run. He was never seen again, but they say he lives in the woods and goes by the name Sasquatch.

Zexion jumped down, grabbed the teddy bear and began to bite it fiercely. Demyx jumped on Zexion and they began to fight.

Zexion took out his giant book.

“Behold!! I have a dictionary!! Feel the wrath of education!!”

Demyx held his head in agony. “Oh my god!! Education??? NOOOO!!!!!!!!!” Demyx ripped off his robes and ran out of the hole Xaldin made, naked and screaming. He fell down into the Brink of Despair.

Zexion ran after him with his book. As he fell into the Brink, he screamed the definition of antidisestablishmentarianism.

“Order, gentlemen, order!” screamed Xemnas. Vexen died a few minutes ago when he was trying to do an algebraic equation with his crappy calculator. Lexaeus committed suicide because he had lost his inspiration, Vexen.

“LET’S ALL KEEP CALM AND KEEP BEING HAPPY!” yelled Saix.

Axel started to grunt wildly and tackled Saix. He had never liked the perky blue-haired guy.

They wrestled on the floor for a while. Suddenly Demyx’s teddy bear came to life and began to kicking their asses with Kung Fu.

“Come on, y’all varmints!” the teddy bear said with a voice that suspiciously resembled that of Chuck Norris. They all fell into the Brink of Despair.

By the end of the day, only Xemnas and Roxas were left, with robes and room splattered with Luxord’s remains.

“So…welcome to the Organization, Roxas. Roxas?” Roxas was nowhere to be seen.

One month later…

Xemnas sat in the empty meeting room of Prganization XIII> He stared off blankly into space, only moving to scratch his arm pits or pick his nose. A tumbleweed rolled by, followed by an empty wind.

Xemnas’s eyes followed the tumbleweed. Then, like a madman, he began to speak.

“Hello there, my loyal subjects, and my queen Larxene.” He quickly ran over to Larxene’s seat, sat in it, and said in his impression of her voice: “My, Xemnas, you are such a dog!”

He ran back to his seat. “Why of course, darling. XIGBAR! Where’s my latte?”

He ran to Xigbar’s seat and imitated his voice. “Right here, Supreme Master Nobody Emeperor of the Universe.” He pretended to take out a latte. He then ran back to his seat.

“This isn’t a latte. It’s tea! Off with his head!” He ran to Xigbar’s seat and made a gesture of sliding his finger across his throat. Then he ran to Larxene’s seat and imitated her voice again.

“Hey, let’s get in the room in the back, Xemy. Just you and me.” He ran to his seat. “I’ll be glad to follow.” So he went to his room in the back only to find…Xigbar and Larxene.

“WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE??!!”

“We heard you talking to yourself, you old geezer.”

“I was not doing any such thing! By the way, didn’t you die of AIDS?”

Xigbar and Larxene looked at each other. “Not yet. We’re still going. Isn’t that right, Larx?”

“Hell yeah!”

Suddenly they both blew up, pieces of skin and organs flying everywhere, mostly on Xemnas’s face. He sighed. That was a bad case of AIDS.

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And so, Sora really didn’t have to worry about Organization XIII anymore. Instead, he forgot all about Riku and “partied” with Kairi.

They had just finished one of these “parties”, when Sora heard distant screaming.

“Remember! Suffixes play an important role in haikus! And don’t forget metaphors as well!”

“No, stop! No more education! No more literature!”

“What was that?” Sora asked Kairi, taking off his “party materials”.\

“I don’t know.”


THE END. LOL.



Story #3

The untold story…


Seifer Zenri…thought to be “taken care of” when order 66 was given, along with his padawon Craig Cyrus. Well guess what…WE WEREN”T! Ha yeah that’s right, I’m not going to say where we are now but don’t worry if you read this message you’ll know. Ahem, well it all started when my master and closest friend Seifer saw Obi-won Kenobi teach Anakin after the death of his master Qui-gon, at the time there weren’t any pupils who were ready to be taught by any one else but Yoda, so Seifer asked permission from the master of them all himself, Yoda. Of course just like Anakin and Obi-won they gave him a hard time as well, but over time he finally convinced them.

He decided to visit a few schools, and the first was mine. I was just about the same age as Anakin actually, just about a year younger though. My school was Terrisom elementary. By age 6 I was a huge fan of the Jedi, and someday wanted to be one…and soon enough my chance came.

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Be warned though this part isn’t the best but this is where it all started. I was sitting at my desk in the middle of the classroom; it was free reading time so obviously I was reading about the Jedi. Wanna be’s actually they were just what people thought about the Jedi since; there was no better way to learn than to be taught by one. My fellow classmates were just sitting and reader just like me and my teacher, well she was reading some kind of poetry; her name was Mrs. Desiray Cyrus. The first one, “The complete idiots guide to: Being a Jedi” and “The force and you”. Then that’s when he came in, from the moment he did I knew he was a Jedi and I kept my cool…after I ask a few questions and all that junk. He was regular height with hair over his face a bit it, on the other sides it touched his shoulders. Black and tan robes and at the side was the mighty weapon of the Jedi…his light saber.

“Excuse me, miss I don’t mean to interrupt your class room but I would like to observe the students if you don’t’ mind. The principal has allowed me to once I told him I was a Jedi”

Mrs. Cyrus smiled, out of every teacher she was the nicest and was also my mom. You’d probably think I’m just saying she was the nicest because she was my mom, but seriously she was, except when it came to homework and chores. So since she was always a fan of guests she was more than happy to accept his request, plus she couldn’t go against the principal if she wasn’t.

He sat down close behind me near the air conditioner, at a small round table. Sitting back relaxed, he seemed pretty laid back in personality. I was anxious to show off my knowledge.

My mother went to the board and asked a question about what we were considering today. “What type is a Skwetle, mammal or fish?”

My hand went up high in the air, so anxious to even raise it I almost forgot the question. She called on me; I stood out my seat proudly and said “Uh…A fish right?”

The class bursted into laughter, as for me I slowly sank into my seat as my mother answered the question. “No the Skwetle doesn’t even know how to swim at first; it has to be taught by its owner or mother which is rare, remember we went over this last night Craig?”

I rubbed my hand down my face embarrassed, “Oh…right.” I put my hat covering my eyes trying to get over my embarrassing mistake, I hate also forgotten we had a whole chapter about the different kinds of Skwetle all this week. Seifer kept his straight face and kept an eye on me from now until the end of class. Unfortunately that day I stayed making wrong answers, it seemed the harder I tried to more horrible the answer. But then finally the bell had rung, it was time for lunch. I sat at the table alone, I guess it was because of that stink bomb I made in class two days ago that made everyone want to stay away from me, I mean I was stinking anymore but I guess they were made because they ended up stinking too.


Until a girl approached me at the table, she had long black hair, violet eyes, multiple earrings, a small black vest and blue cargo pants. I had a bag lunch just like she did but she didn’t seem to want to eat it, she seemed to have more attention towards me.

“Um…hey my name is Laura, what’s your name?” She nervously asked. I raised my hat a bit, looking at her, I was wondering if she was serious like did she really want to know my name and maybe be my friend.

I smiled a bit and introduced myself. “My names…Craig” And just when she was about to say something else my mother came up to me with some news from the Jedi earlier. “Honey I came to tell you the Jedi who visited our class would like a word with you.” Now right there I didn’t want to leave Laura but I had to see what the Jedi wanted to say, so I slowly got up hiding how happy I was to talk to the Jedi. “Sorry Laura I got to go, but I’ll talk to you later, see ya!” I walked off, Laura was a bit upset and you could hear it in her voice but I would see her again tomorrow or something. “Ok…see ya.”

I was out in the hallway when my mom told me he was waiting for me outside. It was very bright outside and I saw him sitting at the bench out in front, patiently waiting. I opened the door and walked up to him smiling. “Hello, um you wanted to have a word with me?”

He stood up smiling back, he was way taller than me at the time, course I was about 14. “Ah glad to see ya make it kid, come and sit!” Once I sat down he sat next to me and he began to explain why he was here. He introduced himself then told me that I could some day be a full Jedi if I let him train me. “Ok when can we start training?”

Seifer looked up trying to think. “Hmmm, Well it could be now or-“

I cut him off immediately, “Now please can it be now!?”
Seifer laughed standing “You remind me of me when I was your age, always anxious, alright just talk to your mother about it and we’ll be on our way.”

[All-Star Gamer]

Number 2 and 3 are better than one, but because of the length, and because it made me laugh., I'm voting for 2.

[Maverick E.S]

Yeya

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[TWDIS]

I vote for 1 because I actually think it was written the best.

[Lectori Salutem]

I vote for one, it's kinda nice.

[Grimmjow Jaggerjack]

Not much votes yet...

Voting is till wednesday, so for anyone who still wants to vote!

[Grimmjow Jaggerjack]

Whut? Whut? I totally furgot! This was running till just yesterday!

So now, the voting has closed. Not many votes, but it seems a winner is clear.

Story #1, writen by -Arcana-X-, has won! Congrats to you! =DD

Everyone abide by the rules now, and give her her prize! ^^

[-Arcana-X-]

Well, it's really late, but...

THANKS FOR THE REP EVERYONE! And participate again in the next competition, kk?