Friday, October 30, 2015

Animal Jam Spooky Story Contest!

Hello, and welcome back! ^.^ Today I have prepared an exciting contest for y'all to enter.

Since the Night of the Phantoms festivities are coming to an end, why not finish off the month with an Animal Jam-themed spooky story contest?

In this contest, I'm mainly looking for a a short (2-5 paragraphs), Animal Jam-themed spooky story. The setting of your story should be based on the world of Jamaa. I am also looking for excellent description that makes your audience shiver and tingle inside as they read it. ex. eerie sound, pitch black, etc.

I do have a few rules and guidelines, though, so please pay attention here. (:

RULES

- No plagiarizing (copying)! Your story must be yours, and only yours.

- Include your username and status with your entry.

- Absolutely no swear words/vulgar language. If you'd like to express anger in your story, please do so by not cussing.

- Don't go too deep into detail when describing gore. There comes a time when gore crosses the line and makes your reader want to barf rather than creeped out.

GUIDELINES

- Like I said before, I am looking for good detail.

- I also would like to see your story conclude itself. I hate it when I hear ghost stories that end with "and they all died". Try your best to tie your story up with a good, solid thought that leaves your reader thinking, "Wow, that was a really neat story!"

- To submit your entry, you may comment it below or email it to me at nafariaaj@gmail.com.

- The due date for all entries is November 7th, 2015.

PRIZES


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3rd

Good luck!

31 comments:

  1. The arctic wolf padded silently through the dense, black forest. Her name was Ember. Ember kept to herself most of the time, but her fangs and claws were so long and sharp that her sister and two brothers would say she could bite and claw through the thickest tree trunk. She used to live with her littermates, but they decided to move to Jamaa, close to the Township, and Ember could not follow them. She had to admit, Jamaa Township was a pretty nice place, but the noise from all the animals was too much for her to bear. Now, as she reached the edge of the forest, she stared ahead at Jamaa's center, lit up for the Night of the Phantoms, and realized she would have to cross through.
    Crouching low, Ember crept out of the shadows. Feeling exposed in the light, she stalked through the crowd, weaving silently among the paws of many other animals. Seeing the bridge ahead, she knew that all she had to do was reach it, then she would be free to go back to her home in Sarepia Forest. But, just as she put her forepaw on the wooden planks, a creature appeared in a burst of black smoke. It had eight legs and one eye, one eye that glared at Ember. Growling "Excuse me", Ember tried to step around the creature, but it just hovered in front of her face again. Ember rolled her eyes " Can't you see i'm truing to walk here?" But the alien-like thing replied, " I am a phantom! No one dares to push past a phantom like that!"
    "Well, I do." Ember said as she tried again to move around the phantom. The phantom moved in front of her again. Angrily, Ember lifted a paw and swiped at the thing, expecting it to be knocked aside by the force. Instead, her paw went right through the creature. Staring in horror, Ember tried again. The same thing happened. Shocked, she stared at her paw, wondering if there was something magical about it. The phantom smirked, " Ha! You do realize you can not defeat me by tooth and claw, right?"
    " Then I guess I can walk through you too." Ember stepped through the phantom to the other side of the bridge. The phantom's eye grew wide, then it rushed towards Ember, grabbing her and picking her up with its long, strange black arms. Horrified to be off the ground, Ember yelled " Let me go, NOW!" The phantom hovered with an amused look on his face as Ember tried to twist and bite him. Once she finally nipped one of the flimsy arms, the phantom said, " You shouldn't have done that. You will now know what it is like to be one of us!!!"
    And with a zap, Ember turned into a phantom. No one knows where Ember is now, or if she is still a phantom. Yet sometimes, Jammers claim to hear an ear-splitting howl from the phantom fortress on the Night of the Phantoms. Perhaps it is Ember, howling to be let free and to be a wolf once more.






    :D :D :D :D :D

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    1. Oooh... scary! Your ending paragraph was excellent, as well as the rest of your story! ;) Magnificent job, swirlshine!

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  2. Oh, and my username is swirlshine ( The one who wrote that story)

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  3. Once upon a time, everyone died.

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  4. Sorry, but I couldn't think of any scary stories.

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  5. Everyone knows the story of Jamaa. Everyone. But nobody knows the true story. Who was pushed out of the way? Who owned it? I could answer your questions.

    Once, there was a native dog. A Red Wolf. Her name was Scarlet Moon. When she was just a pup, she was an "honored" pup. Leaders pup. When the leader passed away, she became leader. Unfortunately, Gray Wolves invaded there territory. Red tried to lure the gray wolves away, but they made sure nobody was left behind.
    Scarlet ran for her life. Eventually, she found, what is Jamaa now. It looked the same as it did in the Beta, but no shops. No paths. Just wild. She lived in an old den, until something pushed her out.
    Scarlet met the pack of gray wolves, that attacked her. Scarlet was now a full grown wolf, ready to take them down. Sadly, Scarlet died. She was the last Red Wolf. Gray Wolves took all honor, Lisa congratulating them for there darkness. That's why Gray Wolves are so popular, and no Red Wolves.
    How do I know this is true? I ran through what was her den, in Mt. Shiveer, and saw old fossils of a full-grown alpha.

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    1. Creepy! Your conclusion tied up the story very well. I like how your story made sense. Red wolves are critically endangered, anyway, and gray wolves are much more common. (:

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    2. Thank you! This was based off of my friends story. But with a jamaa setting, an animal character, and living in a pack, instead of tribe.

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  6. Back in the day, there was a little bunny by the name of Rosy. She was black and had white spots all over her body, and always wore a little black flower between her long ears. She lived in the remote land of Jamaa, where animals took on the role of humans and lived in peace and harmony (if you were popular). However, she was never very popular because she never had any "rare" items. But she had what she wanted and she was happy about that for a long time, until one day, she felt a need for something else.

    Rosy had no friends, and she wanted to make some. But nobody would even look at her because she wasn't "rare" enough, much less want to get to know her. All they would even say is, "Go away, noob" or "If you have nothing to give me then back off." All this made little Rosy very sad. So day after day, she would sit on a small, rickety old bridge, all by herself, waiting for a friend to come by. But nobody ever came.

    One day, the pain of of her longing for a friend became to much for her to bear, and she broke down in tears. As she lay there sobbing, a tiger wearing a wide-rimmed hat went and ran over to her. "Well, well, well, why are you crying now?" he asked. "I want a friend, but nobody will accept me because they don't think I'm good enough." she responded. The tiger went and sat down beside her, paws hanging over the rim of the bridge and nearly touching the water below. "That's how life here is. If you're not rare, nobody will accept you. What you have to do is show off your rare items. They'll accept you as one of their own." He opened up a white gem-studded bag, opened it up, and took out a shiny black collar with seven spiked edges that gleamed so much you'd think they were diamond. He held it in front of Rosy and said, "They go crazy for this stuff. Let's see what you have to offer, kiddo, and I can make this spiked collar yours." It was hard to see under his big, rimmed hat, but Rosy thought she saw a big smirk slide through his face.

    "How about the black flower I'm wearing? Or the big couch I got for my house today? Or a big bowl of fruit?" offered Rosy. The tiger looked into her big brown eyes, and arrogantly said, "Sorry, kiddo, I want nothing you've got item- wise." He adjusted his hat so that the sun reflected in his unnatural red eyes and revealed the face of a trickster, the face of a crook. He quietly whispered, "But there's one thing I want from you."

    Before Rosy could react, the tiger held up the majestic, crystalline collar and plunged it into her chest. Three spikes went straight through her body, the beautiful shine of the crystal being spoiled by all the blood flowing from the wound. As Rosy's fresh, still-warm corpse collapsed onto the bridge, staining the wood with deep, crimson blood, the tiger bent over and lifted the black flowers Rosy had adored so much when she was alive off of her head. The last thing he said before disappearing was "Kiddo, I've just made you a legend. Thank me in heaven."
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    After Rosy was brutally murdered in Jamaa Township on 24th October 2012, the bridge where the crime was committed was avoided by the public, who went on to use the second bridge further to the left of the township, the infamous "trading bridge," while the bridge to the left was called the "Bloody Bridge" after the bloodstains that still remain in the bridge. Legend says that on a night will a new moon, if you stand on the bridge and close your eyes, the tiger with the big-rimmed hat will come out and claim you as his next victim.

    (Sorry if too gory, it's the scariest story I could do.)

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    1. Wow. I am STUNNED! I love the way you tied up that story! It had me thinking, oh, so that's why everyone sits on the right bridge instead of the left bridge! Because of the murder! :D Fabulous piece of writing, Balaur!

      (P.S. Next time a new moon rolls around, I'll stand on that bridge and close my eyes... xD)

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  7. Long ago there was an INSERT ANIMAL HERE called INSERT NAME HERE. She was attacked by INSERT MONSTER HERE and died. Her ghost now haunts INSERT PLACE HERE.
    Isn't this story just amazing?
    (I was to tired to make a story so this is it for now)

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  8. Once during the beta days, there was a mysterious jammer who went by as Q. She never talked or had any buddies, yet she played the game anyways. Her eyes were an eerie shade of purple, that would send a cold shiver down every jammer's spine. She lived in a "haunted house" where a previous den owner was murdered by a psychopath. She loved the idea of ghosts, monsters and most of all... murder. Nobody liked her because she was so strange, so she decided to get revenge on those who hated her. She created her evil minions, that would ruin the game for everyone, steal their items, haunt their dreams, make them insane, then end them one by one. But that wasn't enough.

    Many years later, she wasn't as active, so many forgot about her. Many thought she was banned or that she quitted. That is, until one day, a new jammer had buddied Q. the new jammer was so curious to go to Q's den. There, Q had waited for the right moment, hiding in the shadows, got out her dual samurai swords, and stabbed the new jammer. Q became a psychopathic killer and murdered many jammers, until the alphas came and put her to rest. Legend says that she still haunts her den, and will murder anyone who stops by her blackened eerie inn.
    ~Fall (sorry It isn't that spooky or that good, I am still trying to write better)

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    1. It's oddly similar to my story (ex. an unsuspecting new player gets stabbed to death by a mysterious psychopath), but it's still well written!

      Also, Fall, I was wondering if we could share our stories between each other and edit them. I really like to wrote and improving the work of other people is something I'd love to do!

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    2. That is a funny coincidence for our stories. Also, I would like for someone to edit my stories (I dunno if you can handle really sad situations or not, so you might not like my story that i am working on). How would we share our stories though?
      ~Fall

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    3. I thought your story was spooky! The way you described the eerie, purple eyes was wonderful! :) Awesome job!

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    4. My blog's URL is:

      https://tendereyes.wordpress.com

      Comment your story there and I'll edit it for you!

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    5. Thanks. :)
      ~Fall

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    6. To: Balaur
      I dunno how your comment system works. I don't have an email, so I dunno how I can comment.
      ~Fall
      p.s. I read about Andrew the gecko, sounds cool. I have a friend named Andrew.

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  9. My life was wonderful. I had a boyfriend, a nice den, good friends, and I was starting to get some rares. It was great, not knowing what a scammer was, or worrying about drama. Just perfect. Until the day I noticed the mark.

    It was a bright sunny day, the sky as blue as his eyes, the air so sweet and warm. The spring sun shone down on us. My boyfriend and I were sitting outside of my newly designed fantasy castle den, right by the waterfall. I had saved up my gems to buy it, and many new den items. Now, he was here gazing at such a wonderful job I had done redecorating the place. “It’s wonderful!” He exclaimed. “I just love the bedroom you made for us, and the living room, and especially this spot.” He looked up at me. His bright blue eyes looked straight into my deep blue ones. He was a handsome dark blue snow leopard with black markings all over his fur. He was wearing his favorite headphones that I had bought for him. “Can I ask you something?” “Anything Ash.” I replied. He leaned over and whispered into my ear “Cheer, will you marry me?”

    I stared at him stunned. A million thoughts raced through my head. He was a wonderful guy. But was I ready for this? I don’t know. The words just fell out of my mouth. “Yes.” Then I realized this was what I really had always wanted. “Yes!” I cried with joy. In his paws was a beautiful silver ring that glistened in the sunlight. He slipped it onto one of the toes on my right paw, and then we kissed.

    Many months later ( our wedding day was coming soon!) I was at Ash’s house. We were sitting outside by his little pond. we were talking about what type of cake we should get when Ash asked if I could get him a glass of water. So I padded into the kitchen. I got a cup and started to put some ice in it when I noticed his sister. I said hello but she sneered at me. It was strange because she was usually very friendly and nice. She grabbed something shiny off the table and padded off.

    When I returned to the pond Ash was lying on the ground. “Ash? Are you okay?” Then I noticed the blood pooling around him. “Ash!” I bent over him and realized there was a knife stuck in his chest. I pulled it out and did my best to clean the wound. I ripped off a piece of cloth from the scarf around my neck pressed on the wound, yet blood still oozed out. Ash looked up. His face was scrunched in pain, but his eyes twinkled as he gazed up at me. “Ash who did this to you?!” I screamed with horror. “Cheer…” He whispered. “What is it Ash?!” “I love you.” His eyes dimmed and became glassy, his breathing slowed and stopped, his body went limp. He was dead.

    I screamed and cried. Tears ran down my cheeks. Finally after I had screamed my throat raw I looked up. Ash’s sister was standing next to me. She looked horrified. “It was me, It was me… but it wasn’t my fault. They made me do it.” I looked at her outraged that she could kill her own brother, but then I noticed a mark on her forehead. It glowed a dark purple in the light of dusk, and as I gazed upon it, it gave me a sickening feeling. It was the mark of a phantom.

    This mark is all over Jamaa. Jammers who give into their greed are branded with it, and it gives phantoms control over them. On scammers and hackers it glows the brightest. Even your friends could have the mark. Do not give into the temptation of greed. For then your nightmares will begin.-cyacheer
    (P.S. This story is partially based on true events.)

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    1. That was a FANTASTIC story! Your detail was outstanding, and I could picture in my mind what was happening as I read. Great job!

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    2. Yeah I totally agree!! *whimpers* but now im scaaaared... MOMMY
      lololl but that was super scary!

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  10. Same day where I go to Cheerleader Pizza Hut party =).

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  11. A raccoon padded softly through the fallen leaves. It was right after the Night of the Phantoms, with the Feast of Thanks right around the corner. The raccoon smiled. She loved this time of year, with the red leaves and the cool, crisp autumn air. She had just finished taking down her Night of the Phantoms decorations and was heading to Jam Mart Furniture to stock up on new fall decorations. When she finally reached the shop, she carelessly threw her old decorations into the recycling bin and bought a bunch of new stuff. As she was putting up the decorations, she heard a rustle behind her. Startled, the raccoon whipped around to face... nothing. She shrugged it off and kept decorating. But the rustle came again, and this time it was louder. Suddenly a huge snow leopard appeared in front of the raccoon. "Remember me?" it said menacingly. "Wh-who are you?" the raccoon stuttered. "You know who I am, Twilight, and you will never forget", it sneered. The raccoon (whose name was twilight) stepped back and stuttered "Y-you kn-know I n-never meant t-to leave y-you and your k-kind, r-right?" The leopard unsheathed huge claws and held them up to Twilight's neck. "TELL ME THE TRUTH!" he snarled. "I-i j-just w-wanted to live a n-normal life", said the terrified raccoon. "YOU FOOL", shouted the leopard. "YOU KNOW THAT ONCE YOU ARE PART OF THE ALPHA SOCIETY YOU CAN NEVER, AND LET ME REPEAT, NEVER LEAVE". Twilight replied, "That is, if you can catch me first!" and sprinted away from the leopard. With an effortless jump the snow leopard pounced on Twilight. "LET THIS BE A WARING TO ALL WHO QUIT", he said as he sunk his claws into Twilight's neck, instantly killing her. He let out a psychotic laugh, and disappeared into the November gloom.

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    1. So... I can infer that Twilight was formerly an Alpha! Cool! I really liked your story. :D

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