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This is kind of a crazy idea, but I'd really like to do it. I'll give you a plotline and some basic characters (but you can add more) and then you write a short fiction story of about 500-750 words long. I'll announce the winner on september 1st. Before you start you must guarnetee that you will rate & comment with feeback on at least on piece of the winner's work. (I will do the same)
Murder has just occured in a high school.
Xavier: Black, curly hair with a dark red streak in it. Hazel eyes. Funny, but is always slightly out of it, doesn't get close with anyone. Afraid of relationship.
Trish: Green eyes, aubrun red hair. Shy, but has inner confidence. Very smart.
*** Addd more characters if you want *****Enjoy!
500 to 750 words isn't that much . . . I can't write a story from scratch that short. How about if YOU do it, and then I'll rewrite that? Otherwise, I don't see how its a "rewrite" contest.
Sorry yeah that was my original plan I was going away, so I'll go back to my original plan. Just give me a bit, but same rules apply.
It was announced at assembly. Everyone had heard some twisted rumour, but the truth hit the students of Rosemount High School hard. The death of Johnny B one of the most popular guys in school was too much to bear. Girls were crying. Boys were glancing every which way nervously. Some students were even looking slightly green. They were saying it was suicide but everyone knew that that was just a cover story, the police were actually investigating murder. Right at the very back of the assembly hall, Xavier Johnson was watching everyone's reactions with mixed feelings. He slumped back in his chair his jetblack hair falling into his face and debated telling the police what he knew for the fiftieth time that day. What if his information was wrong? He could end up getting some people into a whole lot of trouble for something that wasn't their fault. "Settle down, now please," the prinicpal said loudly through is disfunctioning microphone, "Because of this terrible event every student of Rosemount High will have a day off to, erm, grieve. Thank you." The awkward principal stepped down from the podium and kids started filing out. There was no eruption of cheers like there usually was on a day off, everyone was silent. Xavier waited until he saw the bright red bob of hair coming up he stairs and then he stood up. He fell into line with Trish Mallery, who up until the day before he'd never spoken to in his life. Trish was the only other person who knew information about Johnny B's death. She was also probably the only girl not crying right now. Trish never liked Johnny B. He was always teasing her about being too smart or having no friends. Trish was shy so she never said anything back, but inside she was fuming. In her opinion Johnny deserved everything he got. She but her lip at that horrible thought, but she knew it was true. She never had any friends, she didn't know why. She presumed it was because she was always reading and she wasn't as pretty or blonde as the other girls. But when Xavier moved in next-door she secretly hoped that he'd be her friend because he was also a social reject. Ha, social reject she laughed bitterly inside her head, how creative. She watched Xavier now out of the corner of her eye. She liked the way his curly black hair had a single red streak in it and the way his hair was constantly flopping into his eyes. His voice broke her out of her daydream and she focused all of her attention on his words. "Did you say anything?" Xavier asked her quietly. She shook her head with a sigh. "What if we're wrong Xavier?" she asked him gravely. "We have to tell the police what we know," Xavier sighed rubbing his hand across his head defeatedly, "Even if it's wrong." Trish nodded in agreement and without another word they both headed towards their neighbourhood. Xavier and Trish had been neighbours since Xavier moved in with his alcoholic mother a month ago. He never spoke of his corrupt mother, but the whole town knew. Xavier avoided going home as best he could, but he had to eventually. "Hey," Xavier piped up nervously, "Would you like to maybe do something today?" Trish looked at him with surprise, but then she grinned. "I'd love to," she smiled and her green eyes lit up. They'd arrived at Trish's house and Xavier waited outside while Trish gathered her things. Both of her parents worked, but Xavier felt uncomfortable going into someone's house anyway. Seeing all of the family photos just reminded him how bare and empty his house next door was. Even now he didn't even glance at his rambled down house. It was nothing compared to Trish's modern white house. If he listened hard enough he could swear he could hear his mother vomiting up last night's binge. Trish was taking an awfully long time so tentavily Xavier pushed open then front door. "Trish?" he called quietly and then a little louder, "Trish?" Xavier clambered up he stairs worriedly and kept calling her name louder and louder. He found her staring at at the perfectly made bed in her bedroom. "I kept calling you and--" Xavier broke of in mid-sentence when he saw what Trish was looking at. Resting on her stark pillow was a note that read: Don't do anything you might regret. If you tell anyone your first real friend won't be alive to save you. Watch your back, because I'm watching your every move. ~ Z ((I hope this works for anyone and everyone who wants to participate. Feelnfree to ask any questions))