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Fifth Contest: Twist this!

Alright, I am going to give you two ideas, and what you have to do is twist it up!

Rules:

~ The plot line can change!
~ All main points must stay the same!
~ MUST BE ON ONE OF THE TWO TOPICS!
~ You can only enter once on EACH topic!


Ideas:

Rock, paper, ------!

In this idea, you are planing a game of Rock, Paper, -------. You must fill in the last item {represented by the ------}! You can have more then 3 items if you wish!

Write out a little story on people playing your game, but give it a twist and make it funny if you can.

Entries: {+3}

Dude! My ------!

In this idea, you fill in what it is! Make it pg-13 please! These are going to be posted here!

Write out a little story on what happens to your item { the ------ }, twist it up and send it ways no one will think! Remember the pg-13 limit!

Entries: {+2}


Prizes:

~First place: 15k
~All participants: 2k

You can only get participant money once! If you enter twice, then you only get the 2k. There will be two first place winners, one for each story line! I will then pick one story out of all of them and send out the fav prize! Only one person will get this.

Please sign up to judge this event now!

-Meaning just give a post stating that you would like to judge this writing event!-

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Hello, this is your Captain, Rose on her mule account that all entries were sent to! Judges, please pick out a first place winner from both topics.

Rock, paper, ------!

In this idea, you are planing a game of Rock, Paper, -------. You must fill in the last item {represented by the ------}! You can have more then 3 items if you wish!

Write out a little story on people playing your game, but give it a twist and make it funny if you can.

Entries:

#1:

There were two friends that were extremely bored with just sitting around waiting for something to happen. One of them, tall and a bit on the pudgy side, was named Frank. He sat in a beanbag chair quite lazily as he watched the ceiling fan go round and round. “Tim…. Geese man, what are we going to do today? This is boring!” Frank stayed where he was as he listened for Tim’s response, not even sure if Tim was still alive or not.

Tim made a groan. “I don’t know… How about a game?” He then sat up quickly, as he was on his stomach twiddling with the carpet. “ROCK PAPER SPOCK!” Tim said with excitement as he looked over to his fatter friend. Tim himself was short and really tiny. People would always wonder how two very differently structured guys could get along so well, but they maid do.

Frank sat up as well, but he held a confused face. “Rock, paper… and spock? Dude… really now?” As he was about to ask what was that, his phone rang as he got a text. The text read, ‘DUDE! MAJOR SHOWING OF WIGGLES ON NOW!! MY HOUSE ASAP! –Jim’. Grinning, Frank got up and left the room. “Later space nerd!” And hightailed it over to Jim’s house.

Frank was then left alone, thinking about the rock, paper, spock game that could of ended so well. So with himself he picked up his hands and played the game. Right hand won, left hand won, and it was down to the tie breaker. Left hand got angry and ended up blowing up the right hand. “Ah….” Frank was a bit confused as he sat there and watched his disconnected hands fight, and the right one get blown to the point of no return. “Well, I guess its good I am left handed huh?” He took up his left hand and rubbed the back of his head. Shrugging his shoulders he laid back down and played with the carpet again. “Geese… what a day.”

#2

Rock, Paper, Hathern

Rock, Paper, I Win

Rock, Paper... I forgot what comes next.

Rock, Paper, Hand

Rock, Paper, OUCH!

#3

"Rock, Paper, Sizzors!" I held out my hand in a fist, and he held his out with a flat hand. I had picked rock, he had picked sizzors.

"I win," He crowed, making me smirk. I drew my fist back and smashed it into his arm--sending him sprawling. I sauntered over and leered down on him saying in mock concern,"Oh, I'm sorry! I thought your paper would protect you!"



Dude! My ------!

In this idea, you fill in what it is! Make it pg-13 please! These are going to be posted here!

Write out a little story on what happens to your item { the ------ }, twist it up and send it ways no one will think! Remember the pg-13 limit!

Entries:

#1

DUDE! My orange spotted, ruffled furred, yellow bellied, fish eyed, purple oozing, blue tongued, pink clawed, trashy stuffed animal is missing! O= It’s my favorite! It goes with my little blanket named George!


#2

Dude! My crunchy peanut butter, honey, and banana sandwich just stole my Cheetos!!!

As I was sitting in the dark hole I call my domain, preparing to chow down on the most delectable sandwich I have ever made, my cat Midnight jumped so carelessly upon my bed and onto my bag of Cheetos. I cried out in pain as the bag burst open and expelled its orange contests all over my clean bed. Furious beyond belief, I shooed the cat away and began a clean up attempt of the dusty mess he had created. But as I worked, I noticed that the Cheetos were disappearing faster than I was picking them up. Surprised, I looked about, but found nobody about except my sandwich and I. It was puzzling, but I shrugged it off and continued to clean up the mess. As I reached out to grab a Cheeto, I felt something sticky touch my hand, and I turned to find my sandwich closer than it had been moments ago. "What are you doing?" I asked the sandwich, as if it could answer me. But thinking I would get no reply was my biggest mistake. The sandwich lifted up to reveal a set of eyes that glinted with a craze for the orange snack that I was cleaning up, and before I knew it my sandwich had jumped up and stolen the bag of Cheetos. I blinked several times, unbelieving of what had just happened, but I quickly gathered my wits about me and chased after the sandwich as it bolted down the hallway. I was much faster, but before I could slam on the brakes I had stepped upon the gooey mess and slid like a penguin on the brown carpet to the end of the hall. Looking up from my tumble, I turned quickly to find the sandwich mashed into the carpet, twitching with pain. The bag of Cheetos however was nowhere to be seen. I crawled back to the scene of the accident and scooped up the sandwich as tears came to my eyes. Now I would never enjoy the most delectable sandwich in all the world because I had flattened it to nothingness and oozed the contents all over the carpet. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I cried out as I looked up at the ceiling as if I was in some sort of deranged tragedy movie. Looking back as tears ran down my cheeks I saw the sandwich holding out the bag of Cheetos to me, as if giving a final offering before its head flopped back and the honey oozed out of its eye sockets. Sobbing, I took the bag from the droopy arm and peered inside to find nothing but a collection of orange dust, which blew up in my face as I breathed in deeply. I sat up in bed coughing and looked about to find myself in my dark room. Rubbing my eyes, I went to roll out of bed, but felt something move against my hand as I went to pull the covers back. On a white paper plate sat a sandwich and a bag of Cheetos. Blinking and rubbing my eyes once more to make sure it was real, I rolled my eyes and stated, "I think I will just make a grilled cheese sandwich instead."


Prizes:

~First place: 15k

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