The Title Game

Originally Posted by ZeldaMaster#1#1

Champion, Charleston, Equestrian Extraordinaire: It was July, 1957. The rain had poured for three days, and the racing track was muddy. Jones's horse, in the lead, misstepped and slid fifteen feet. The racehorse had been removed from the season's following races.

Finally, after a year, Jones's was assigned the third stall, and the sky was sunny and clear. The races this year took place in Charleston, South Carolina. If nothing stood in his way, Jones would definitely win with his trusty stead. The race was the last—deciding the ultimate title of Equestrian Extraordinaire, a legendary status given to the champions of the Summer Races in the States.

You forgot to announce a title. Therefore, I'll just save you the trouble-

"Paradigm"

Originally Posted by Veyrael

You forgot to announce a title. Therefore, I'll just save you the trouble-

"Paradigm"

I did that twice—the first I caught. D<

Paradigm: A man silently, lonely, walked down the dark alley of a city's neighborhood. He stopped to think about his stressful job when a woman landed on the paved walkway—dead. He ran off to call for help.

With a paramedic, he came back down the alley. The woman was gone. He looked up to see the escape route... and a woman. The woman was pushed off the ledge and the woman, yet again, fell, dead.

The Two Trumpeters

"The Two Trumpeters" is a "Romeo and Juliet"-esque love story between two members of an orchestra, divided by their instruments. One is a trumpeter, the other plays the violin. Their fellow musicians don't agree with the relationship as their is a great feud between the brass and string sections. The novel reaches a climax as the violinist gives up their instrument and takes up the trumpet in order to be with their love. They eventually break away from the orchestra and form a duet, known as The Two Trumpeters.

The Wartiest Witch.

The Wartiest Witch - Two kids were walking down a road situated in a dense forest. They had sneaked off in the middle of the night to visit a nearby lake, which mysteriously glowed every night. They arrived at the glowing lake and watched it. They decided to try swimming in the lake. The first kid was brave, so he slowly waded in. The second kid got the "okay" sign to get in. They both went underwater, but....

In the morning the kids were reported missing, last seen walking to the small lake. The village searched for the kids. One woman checked in the water—and she checked underwater for the kids. But instead of the woman, the wartiest witch anyone could imagine came out, a murderous smile on her face.

(Hm.... that one wasn't so good.)

Some Guy and a Cupcake.

Some Guy and a Cupcake is a humorous fantasy about a young boy and a strange cupcake. While riding his new cerulean G40X mountain bike to his friend’s house, Jimmy rides into a dark and humid swamp filled with giant decaying tree. Jimmy stays on the muddy trail, knowing not to ventures into the dark, viridian water. However, the whiff of what would seem like an ordinary, fresh cupcake frees Jimmy of the swamp’s stench as well as his rationality, leading him to ride his bike towards the smell. He gets off his bike and plunges into the murky water below, Jimmy swims towards a faintly yellow house, with the paint chafing mindlessly. Basically memorized at this point, Jimmy’s eyes are fixed on the windowsill, which on it, houses a spotless, silver platter, with a single muffin. Jimmy steps slowly towards it, the steam from the top clearly visible and showing it was truly fresh. The swamp with tree branches hanging down to seemingly want to strangle anyone who comes near does not seem to even appear in Jimmy’s eyes. Now in arm’s reach, Jimmy’s mind is set on tasting the magnificent muffin. However, at the moment the cupcake is in Jimmy’s sweaty clutches, an old lady appears in view of the windowsill, from inside the house. “What are you doing with my muffin?” the old lady screeches. The lady than laughs at Jimmy hysterically, then grabs her tall black hat from the coat hanger. The utter darkness of her hat caused Jimmy to snap back into sanity, and into fright. Jimmy has learned that he has gone face to face to a real life witch.

Resurrection of Envy's Child

Resurrection of Envy's Children is about a war ridden hero. He comes home expecting to be welcomed with open arms and a huge celebration. Instead, his family is massacred due to the Soviet Scare. He heads for D.C. where numerous officials tell him that no person is safe until they prove it.

He begins his journey by taking a test that proves his innocence. He heads out of D.C. in search of cues for his family's death. the first clue he finds is the way his son had one hair sticking up. The hair turned out to be a thread of fabric. He keeps it with him, for he does not want it to be public that he is trying to find the killer. Many other clues were seemingly left behind. And when he solved the mystery it was himself...

(Sorry if this has nothing to do with the word envy as I have no clue what that means and am too tired to look up)

This book has no title

This Book Has No Title is the story of a young aspirin author, situated in 20th century France. He has written an amazin book, a fantasy, but can not come up with a title for it. When he picks a title, and writes it at the top of the transcript, the book out of disgust sends out an evil demon, to attack him. He does not realise this because he protects himself with various charms to ward off demons, so time and time again he releases demons into the World, because tho the demons can not phsycally harm him they do have the ablility to make him think that anythin is a bad desision on his part. They torchure him makin him believe that marrage was a bad plan and that his friendships were bad, and ultimately that the choice of continuin life was bad.

The next title is Just That.

Just That

An older man has been summoned to the reading of a late relative's will. While there, he meets the daughter of the deceased and discovers that he inherited two things from the great uncle he never met. The first is a small puzzle box and the second is sole custody of the young lady, who is the primary beneficiary of a vast estate, to be held in trust by her guardian. As he struggles to acclimate himself to raising a teenage daughter, the mystery of the puzzle box grinds against his nerves.

The next title is Amen to Glory.

Amen to Glory

This buddy novel centres around two cops from different sides of the track, Amen Reyes and Jack Glory, who have to team up and put their differences aside to take down a rogue priest's international weapons smuggling ring. The story examines the role religion has in today's modern society and how those in power bend it to their advantage while exploiting those whose faith is pure and innocent. The rogue priest villain, Father Colossus fancies himself as a modern messiah and his brainwashed ninja henchmen, The Twelve Impossibles, try to stop our heroes at every turn. The vividly realised comedy action set pieces make this accessible to everyone and gently introduces the heavier themes to the reader. The final confrontation/motorcycle chase/helicopter gunship shoot-out with Father Colossus and his henchmen atop the Vatican's rooftop provides a breathtaking conclusion.


Your Personal Invitation

Your Personal Invitation: Renée Laroche was walking down the small road, Rue de Grenlle. She turned onto Rue de Bellechasse and strutted to her house. Atop the small quartet of steps, she opened her small metal mailbox and pulled out a dim, yellow envelope. She immediately opened it to find a small piece of paper with but one word on it: Louvre. She automatically knew what it meant.

Renée walked to the front door of the famed Louvre, and found another yellow envelope. She opened it and it said "Door." She opened the door and a man appeared. He pointed a gun to her eye and shot her dead.

The Invitation Killer struck again.

Captured Towels.

Captured Towels is a Semi-Fictional WWII novel about an Allied Soldier, Joseph Towes (Nicknamed Towels by the rest of his unit), who becomes the Sole Survivor of a Nazi Attack , and is put in a German POW Camp. While in the camp, he becomes part of an internal spy network, eavesdropping on their captors on the inside, while the outside members smuggle in makeshift German phrasebooks, enabling the "spies" to translate the information and pass it on to MI6, the Special Operations Executive ETC. However, Towes' actions inadvertadly reveal the group's existance, resulting in both the capture of it's members and the passing of false information. With his captors closing in on him, he must find a way out before it's too late.

Zenith

Captured Towels: The story takes place in the year 2428. Space travel is old news, traveling from star to star happens with a simple push of a button, there are even theme parks that incorporate black holes in their thrill rides. But for all the dramatic changes, the inventions that have come and gone and the galactic changes in clothing styles and fashions one thing from the ancient past has come back to make a dramatic difference in humanity's existance: the towel.

After being rediscovered a century earlier historians have determined the towel to be the single most misunderstood item in ancient human history. According to the historians primitive humans failed to realize the true potential of the towel. Not only can it be used to dry one's self but it is a perfect place to store nutrients for later consumption, makes a great blanket, and is a wonderful piece of clothing.

But having seen the many ways humans have come to depend on towels an alien race that humanity has dominated since their first encounter hatches a plan to steal the towels and hold them for ransom.


Next title: The Wine Glass


EDIT: Sorry, I didn't see Jedi of Nayru's post.

Ransom for towels? D:

The Wine Glass: She looked up from her meal, staring deeply into me. Deeply infatuated. What was I thinking at the time? I look down rapidly to avoid eye contact; then I looked up, and she's still looking. She grabs her glass of wine and gets up slowly. She walks to me—wine in hand. She sits down gracefully.

Something felt like it hit my heart. I was deafened by... something. Was I... in love? No.... The glass was broken, and she had a gun in her hand. Later on, in the hospital, I was barely alive. The bullet missed my heart by a mere millimeter. A police officer came in and told me she was The Wine Glass. Which made no sense....

Attack of the Cookie.

Attack of the Cookie An aspiring cook John Meatcake (dont ask why RANDOM) finds a recipe his greatgrand mother left as he cooks the cookie it starts to grow arms and legs as John struggles to stop the beast, the group Dangerous Foods must get that recipe at all costs!

Originally Posted by linkisthebomb

Attack of the Cookie An aspiring cook John Meatcake (dont ask why RANDOM) finds a recipe his greatgrand mother left as he cooks the cookie it starts to grow arms and legs as John struggles to stop the beast, the group Dangerous Foods must get that recipe at all costs!

You forgot to say a new title, so I'll just throw one out there.

Operation Deathkill 3: Curly's Revenge

Operation Deathkill 3: Curly's Revenge: Three guys nodded to each other and walked through the metal door, and stepped up to the counter. They said two words to the person on the other side. They sat and waited for their call.

Eventually it came, and they retrieved an item. They sat back down and nodded to each other again. The first guy picked up a curly fry and ate it. The curly fries were the world's spiciest, featuring none other than the Ghost Chili. The contest was keenly named Operation Deathkill 3, since in order to win, a trio had to survive the hottest curly fry on the planet.

Of course, this wouldn't make for a good story, since curly fries can only go a few pages or so.

The Revolving Circular Thing Two Random Guys Saw in the Sky at Midnight After a Day at the Pub. Pretty specific.

The Revolving Circular Thing Two Random Guys Saw in the Sky at Midnight After a Day at the Pub: I have to start out by saying that I realize the title is a bit long and I would be open to suggestions on shortening it. That having been said the story follows the lives of these two guys who after a day at the pub both saw something that could only be described as a revolving circular thing. While both men saw the circular thing they each believe they were the only one to see it and have searched for the truth eversince.

That's where I got stuck. Do they realize they're looking for the same thing and join up? Do they keep searching on their own? Do I reveal what the circular thing was? I'm having trouble answering these questions. So for now I will set it aside and hopefully be inspired to finish it later.


The Wonderful Misgivings of the Fortunate Trio

The Wonderful Misgivings of the Fortunate Trio: "Have you found them yet?" The commisioner's voice was commanding and rash, as always. "Not yet sir, their movements are, erratic at best. There's no pattern, they go wherever they feel like." It was obvious he grew tired of hearing that same question, or rather order, every ten minutes of his life. "Well find them already! We can't operate, we can't LIVE without those three. We've been monitering them for months, they are just what this force needs." It was very easy to tell when the commisioner got angry. His face turned bright red, his lower left eyelid twitched irregularly, and he yelled even louder than usual. "Yes sir. I understand Sir." He replied, as the commisioner fumed mindlessly. "When that Rottweiler of a man gets angry, it's best to say as little as you can" He thought, as ge turned back to the console. But their search was about to end.
The Blackness

Originally Posted by Jedi Of Nayru

The Wonderful Misgivings of the Fortunate Trio: "Have you found them yet?" The commisioner's voice was commanding and rash, as always. "Not yet sir, their movements are, erratic at best. There's no pattern, they go wherever they feel like." It was obvious he grew tired of hearing that same question, or rather order, every ten minutes of his life. "Well find them already! We can't operate, we can't LIVE without those three. We've been monitering them for months, they are just what this force needs." It was very easy to tell when the commisioner got angry. His face turned bright red, his lower left eyelid twitched irregularly, and he yelled even louder than usual. "Yes sir. I understand Sir." He replied, as the commisioner fumed mindlessly. "When that Rottweiler of a man gets angry, it's best to say as little as you can" He thought, as ge turned back to the console. But their search was about to end.
The Blackness

(I thought this was write a short story, sorreh. I don't want my "hard work" to go to waste, so yeah )

"I was born without eyes, yet somehow I wasn't blind. The doctors were baffled as I grew from a poor, eyeless, and nearly blind baby to a cynical, people watcher that was always scared of being blind. I sit on a park bench as I watch as those socialites bet on their little rat races, the most popular one winning. I shake my head in despair. God, how long has it been since I've been awake? 20, 30 hours? I heard voices coming from behind, but I don't know what it is. I never bothered to care anyways, their conversations were always the same. My conscience was telling me to go to sleep. Not yet. I watched those brown-eyed golddiggers become tangled in their web of lies, and I laugh as they tried to squirm out of it. My body was almost dying, so I decided to fall asleep right on the park bench. My body was being pulled down by an unknown force and I woke up. Darkness. No, darkness didn't exist, because light never existed in the first place. It was just nothing. I rubbed my eyes when I realized that wouldn't do any good. Nothing. I didn't know what I was standing on, but it felt like broken bones being broken again and again. I cringed. I tried to peer into the blackness because I had no eyes, when I saw something peculiar. A match. No, it was a candle. I decided to walk towards it cautiously. It took around 5 minutes but finally I was there. The light seemed to grow immensely as I walked closer. The light seemed to be made out of pure serenity, and I decided to put my hand in. Fear. I pulled it back out. Fear. I had to swallow my pride to go through the light. Fear. I took one final breath as I jumped in, and I fell into an infinite abyss. No screams could be heard because there was no air, nothing. It was just blackness. Blackness from my cynical views, blackness from my deepest fears. "

I found this to be quite a long story, but I grabbed me in. I found it was slightly rushed at the end though. What happened as he is falling? Why did he get pulled down? THEN WHO WAS PHONE?!

Abrahamster Lincoln