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iLuma's "Are You Afraid of the Dark" Contest! (Win a FREE Skin/Champion!)

iLuma·7/21/2015, 1:55:35 PM·169 votes·13,207 views

Wow, I'm surprised my post that was leading up to the actual contest got so many upvotes and replies. o-o That's amazing guys, thank you!

NOW, let's get down to business! (to defeat the huns)

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"Are You Afraid of the Dark" Contest

Based on the popular 90s Nickelodeon TV show "Are You Afraid of the Dark", this contest is to see who can create the best horror/suspense story synopsis using a League of Legends character. Now remember, this is just the synopsis , not the entire drawn out story. I want you as a storyteller to be able to drag me into your story before the story even begins.

. . EXAMPLE:

The Tale of the Toxic Terror

Billy was a young child, often teased about for his looks. Unlike the rather popular kids, Billy had greasy hair, shaggy clothes and unfortunate acne. One quiet evening, Billy stumbled upon a shiny golden coin; on its face read the words "Make a Wish, but Be-". Ignoring the lack of the sentence and grabbing the coin tight, Billy wished for nothing more than to fit in and look like the others. In an instant, an evil chuckle was heard in the distance, as the coin began to rust into an eerie brown, revealing another message underneath the golden paint -- "Beware the Twitch".

Twitch . . .

RULES:

  1. As a nod to the great franchise that was, you must title your piece "The Tale of the ______" . EX: "The Tale of the Ghastly Grinner" or "The Tale of the Crimson Clown"

  2. Your entry must center around a particular champion and/or champions. As much as I know everybody wants to say "The Tale of the Noob AFKer", that entry will not be valid. X3

  3. Basic English Class, my friends. Paragraphs are at least 3-7 sentences. It's not that hard, truly. ~

  4. I will be selecting one winner as my personal favorite, and a second winner as the comment with the most upvotes (you should know me by now<3)

  5. I will also be adding the raffle winner from the previous post in the pool of victors once this contest ends. Essentially, anybody who said anything relating to "scary league story" will get entered. Don't worry, I've already got a screen cap of all the entries, so no trying to change your answer. u__u

  6. Put your stories' Champion Thumbnail at the bottom of each entry so I know you read the rules. ^.~

  7. This is NOT North America bound. If you live in Europe, Oceania or other servers, feel free to enter! Even if you've won one of my previous contests, you can still compete! EVERYBODY is eligible. ^_^

  8. You can enter as many tales as you like. Nobody is bound by one entry. Let your imagination go wild!

  9. Last but not least, you guys remember I noted in the last post, if this post gets 150 upvotes I will gift an additional skin/champion & if it reaches 300 upvotes I will gift ANOTHER skin/champion. That's a total of FIVE (5) winners at the end of the contest!

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Alas, that is all I have to say for now! Check the OP regularly for updates. I will be closing this contest tomorrow evening Wednesday 7:00PM Central Time!

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Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I officially declare this contest OPEN!

. . . UPDATE!

I know you guys have a couple trolls here down-voting all your posts. No worries. The community should far outweigh the trolls. And even if you have -5 in the votes, that does NOT mean you are not still eligible to win the contest. I pay attention to everyone and give everyone a fair share.

You guys are doing wonderful by the way and I really enjoy reading these stories. Now, this was original supposed to be "story synopsis", but I can't not appreciate the work you're putting towards these tales. **So keep up the great work! **If you want to add the synopsis to the bottom of your OP, you're more than welcome to. Long story short, keep it up! You guys are amazing! Don't forget to keep up-voting!

It's funny, truly. My post that was promoting THIS contest is now** the number one up-voted post in the Memes & Games section**. Haha. . . . . UPDATE!

Day Two is upon us and these stories are looking absolutely wonderful! **Only a few hours until it's time to close the contest! **

I hope you guys had as much writing these as I enjoy reading these. Seriously, this is A LOT to read. Haha.

Hope you're all having a wonderful day!

PS - We're about 20 upvotes away from an extra skin being gifted! Make to 300 upvotes for ANOTHER skin on top of that one! . . . . FINAL UPDATE!

Sorry guys, my internet was being a wanker last night and I couldn't get on to announce the winners! But I will be announcing them now! . . .

The winner for the Pre-Post Raffle is . . . CantReleaseYet

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My guess is scary story telling. "Are You Afraid of the Dark" was a Nickelodeon show about people telling tales of horror. . . . .

The winner for the 150 Upvotes Raffle is . . . pooppoop3

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The Tale of the Chimera

Merog was banished from his wealthy and royal family after he had been caught stealing. Abandoned and alone, he found himself wandering throughout Runeterra until he was captured. A wealthy merchant saw great promise in the boy and gave him a chance of redemption. If he could throw his sword and kill one of his cows, he would be taken in as his son. If not, he would be sentenced as a fighter in the pits. Knowing he only had one shot, he threw his sword as hard as he could and sliced the head straight off of a bull. The merchant was, of course, impressed. However, he sought to further increase his wealth. With the new head of the cow, he could perform a transmutation; he could make the ultimate fighter. Alas, he needed a host.

Merog slept in the merchant's house that night, finally content on becoming a part of society. Twisted by pursuit of affluence, the merchant crept into Merog's room. Without hesitation, the boy was decapitated. With this new body, the merchant could create the ultimate fighter. Using dark magic, the cow head was attached to the body of the boy. That morning, the chimera was sent to the pits. Enraged, he slaughtered everything in his path.

After years of fighting, a small voice spoke in the chimera's head. It was Merog, twisted by angst and loathing. He sought revenge against all of those who put him there. The next morning, the town was empty. Soon, he would go against the world, and nobody could stop him.

Alistar

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The winner for the Community Choice is . . . KimJongUlt

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The Tale of the Broken Bully

Of all the children for Rufus Brandy to pick on, none was an easier target than the funny little boy from the family of clowns. Little Carver endured daily tormenting at Rufus' hands. He would make fun of Carver's short stature, the way he ran, and especially his odd sense of humor. But the beatings were the worst. Carver was a smaller lad, and found himself on the receiving end of many bruises, cuts, and burns. Unable to defend himself, he was forced to rely on his knack for evasion and diversion to avoid contact with his bully entirely. However, after one particularly horrible night when Rufus got his gang to ambush Carver on his way home, the boy decided he had had enough. Next week, after his usual detention, Rufus opened his locker and was assaulted by a foul vapor. He began laughing uncontrollably, growing dizzier every second. The last thing Rufus saw before passing out on the floor was a pair of pointed shoes and checkered pants. When he awoke, his hands and feet were fastened firmly to an uncomfortable metal table. Around him, nothing but concrete walls. Except... on the walls, words that made his heart drop and his stomach turn.

"This will be fun..." "The joke's on you!" "For my next trick, I'll make you disappear!"

Scrawled in blood, they spelled terror for the predator, and revenge for the prey. Suddenly, a shift in the room. "Hello?" Rufus called out in panic.

shick shick shick went the sound of steel scraping against itself.

"Look... behind you."

Shaco

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And last but not least, the winner for the Personal Choice award . . . is a TIE!

The winners are . . . VlRTUE , Gorozora & JesterSummoner !!

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Sorry it's a little on the long side, but it just had to be to get the right vibe! Also recommend listening to this if you like music while you read.

The Tale of the Sympathetic Suicide

“I see something within you, something powerful, something only I can bring out of you.” A flush of pride and excitement rushes through me, a barely contained smile playing on my lips. Finally. Finally, I can show those who doubted my magic, my powers, those who said I was just a rich Noxian girl with more money than talent.

I look up at my mentor as he stops, his white hair and pale skin flashing with the scarlet of his elaborate clothes in the darkness of the chamber we stand in. He raises a hand, slowly undulating his fingers in the air. I am eager to begin my training, to learn from a true mage, someone who believed in me, so I open my mouth to speak.

My mouth doesn't open, no, instead, I feel as my right arm raises, pressing my own dagger to my throat. I try to move, to throw it away, but a tension holds me still, a force holding me against my own will. My heart starts beating faster and faster as I struggle to move, to do anything, and it’s only when I realize that my heart is beating beyond just the simple response to fear that I try to scream.

“Don’t worry,” The blood mage says, turning around and kneeling in front of me with soft eyes and a sad little smile. “I always keep my word: I will bring out the best in you.”

The knife slides across my throat, and he doesn't even blink as his ashen hair and skin are stained scarlet. Pain burns at my throat, my heart pumping away my life as my body is held still by his magic. He reaches up a hand, gently stroking my cheek with the back of his fingers as I struggle, and only tears manage to escape the prison that is now my own body.

“Shh… just let it out. There will be no pain from your passing. No one will suspect this was anything but you finally taking the easy way out of Noxus. So... your sorrow, your pain, your everything… just let it just drain away.”

I give one last effort to scream as an icy cold begins tingling through my body. Everything starts to fade away, my senses darkening with each heartbeat, and the last thing I feel is his smooth, cold fingers, gently stroking my cheek, almost remorsefully…

Everything fades but that sad, horrifying feeling: the feeling of my sympathetic suicide.

Vladimir

EDIT: Synopsis Version in case it HAS to be only seven sentences maximum:

The Tale of the Sympathetic Suicide (Synopsis Version)

Excitement rushes through the young Noxian girl as she follows her mentor, the master who finally saw something in her. She can’t wait to learn, to show everyone just how powerful she was, to show that it wasn’t just her riches that made her powerful. Suddenly the man with the pale skin, white hair, and elaborate red robes stops in the dark room, raising a hand. The girl’s arm raises of its own accord, raising her very own knife to her throat. She tries in vain horror to move, to scream, to do anything, but her body remains out of her control. The blood mage turns around and kneels before the girl, gently brushing her cheek with remorseful eyes and a gentle, understanding smile. Even as the girl draws the knife across her own neck, trying to scream in terror, he keeps the smile and remains unflinching, his ashen skin and hair being stained scarlet as he forces her to commit a crime no one will ever suspect him of… a sympathetic suicide.

Vladimir

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The Tale of the Depths

                 _Darkness. Fear. Confusion. I could hear the storm pounding on the surface of the water just inches from my face. How did I end up here? My lungs began screaming for air as I thrashed there below the waves. A lurching creak sounded from much deeper in the water. The fear began to control my entire body as the sound of scraping metal came closer and closer, overpowering the pouring rain on water. Closer and closer it wrought, threatening to overpower my sanity. I knew not what was more frightful, the crashing storm above more or that mind bending scraping from below. The scraping was so loud now that it consumed all other sound. Deciding nothing could be worse than that horrible, blood chilling sound, I desperately charged toward the surface. Just as I breached the waves, gasping for air, I felt it. A cold metal grip on my leg. And then I was down, being drug into the darkness. I should have listened. I should have bewared the depths. _

Nautilus

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The Tale of the Clockwork Doll

It was closing time at the local toy shop. The new store clerk Gilligan was tidying things up when the day manager comes from his office. "Here, take this pocket watch. You can leave at 12:30" Pausing the manager continued "We just received some box from East Piltover. Whatever it is, get it set up for tomorrow" He then fled out the door. "Yes s-sir" whimpered young Gilligan much too late. Alone now, the store clerk finishes his work with his only comfort being the harmonious sound of the ticking watch. When the front of the shop is finally clean, he proceeds to the back in which he is confronted by a human-sized crate. Intrigued, Gilligan approaches until he notices very faint writings on it. "Clockwork Doll. Cobalt Street 157, Incendiary Building 2, North Piltover." Puzzled he slowly walks around to the back of the box. He is startled to find that the box is already open and is completely empty. Gilligan was suddenly startled by the sound of silence. Grasping the pocket watch he realized it wasn't making any noise. Gilligan froze with sudden realization as he heard the ticking sound getting louder and louder.

Orianna

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I hope you guys enjoyed the competition! The decision making process was absolutely dreadful because there were so many** AMAZING** entries. As you can tell, I had to narrow it down to small pool and even then I couldn't decide my favorite! Alas, there will always be more competitions in the future. :3

To my several winners, please add me in-game and message me the skin or champion you would like. I will post here later or on another thread the prizes that winners have received.

Thank you again SO MUCH for all of your time and efforts! I can't wait to make another contest soon for you guys to enjoy! ~

Cheers!

330 Comments

9baksQuJhb7/21/2015, 5:17:36 PM52 votes

The Tale of the Broken Bully

Of all the children for Rufus Brandy to pick on, none was an easier target than the funny little boy from the family of clowns. Little Carver endured daily tormenting at Rufus' hands. He would make fun of Carver's short stature, the way he ran, and especially his odd sense of humor. But the beatings were the worst. Carver was a smaller lad, and found himself on the receiving end of many bruises, cuts, and burns. Unable to defend himself, he was forced to rely on his knack for evasion and diversion to avoid contact with his bully entirely. However, after one particularly horrible night when Rufus got his gang to ambush Carver on his way home, the boy decided he had had enough. Next week, after his usual detention, Rufus opened his locker and was assaulted by a foul vapor. He began laughing uncontrollably, growing dizzier every second. The last thing Rufus saw before passing out on the floor was a pair of pointed shoes and checkered pants. When he awoke, his hands and feet were fastened firmly to an uncomfortable metal table. Around him, nothing but concrete walls. Except... on the walls, words that made his heart drop and his stomach turn.

"This will be fun..." "The joke's on you!" "For my next trick, I'll make you disappear!"

Scrawled in blood, they spelled terror for the predator, and revenge for the prey. Suddenly, a shift in the room. "Hello?" Rufus called out in panic.

shick shick shick went the sound of steel scraping against itself.

"Look... behind you."

Shaco

UdoIkOSc4u7/21/2015, 2:40:18 PM17 votes

the tale of it is not draven it is draaaaaaaaven Draven Draven Draven

Laughing Fish7/21/2015, 6:05:14 PM15 votes

The Tale of the forgotten child

"I am alone." These words continually danced around in the child's broken mind. He struggled to grasp onto this final truth in the increasing desolate wasteland that was his life. His name had been lost long ago. He referred to himself as Amumu, after he heard a young woman call her own child by that name. Oh how he had dreamed that his own mother would return, holding him tight and promising never to leave him again, only to realize he didn't even remember her face. Sometimes in his dreams he would have visions of a forgotten time. A palace in Shurima, the shadow of the mighty ascended brothers of legend, the light reflecting off of the glorious sun disc... Oh how happy he had been. But the dreams always took the same dark turn. The day he stared into the eyes of the devil himself. Rising out of the water with a sickeningly sweet song, the monster promises such glorious gifts. And Amumu like a fool lets him in. What had the monster given him that justified such a devastating price? Amumu knew not anymore. As he cried himself to sleep once again, three words continued to rattle in his head. "I am alone."

Amumu

Nauthes7/21/2015, 3:54:01 PM14 votes

The Tale of the Dark Child's Basement

Tibbers told me never to go in the basement, but I wanted to see what was making that noise. It kind of sounded like a puppy, and I wanted to see the puppy, so I opened the basement door and tiptoed down a bit. I didn’t see a puppy, and then Tibbers yanked me out of the basement. He yelled and growled at me. Tibbers had never yelled at me before, and it made me sad and I cried. Then Tibbers told me never to go into the basement again, and he gave me a cookie. That made me feel better, so I didn’t ask him why the boy from Zuan in the basement was making noises like a puppy, or why he had no hands or feet.

Annie

Trídent7/21/2015, 3:34:35 PM13 votes

The Tale of the Fading Light....

   Dark clouds hovered overhead, pouring their sadness on the world below. A flash of light illuminated the sky, followed by the sound of crashing thunder. A lone girl stood in the on-pour, clutching her brown cloak tightly. A flash of light illuminated the heavens, then spiraled down to the earth with a deafening clap. The girl panicked as the ground exploded behind her. She ran as fast as her legs could take her... to the abandoned town nearby. Another flash of light illuminated the sky, and it rumbled in displeasure. The girl panted, trying to catch her breath, as the shadows thickened around her. They whispered to her, gnawing at her soul. The girl appeared frightened, as the shadows took form. "Vengeance!" they cried, "Vengeance!" The girl let out an ear piercing scream.... then disappeared. A second cry pierced the stormy night... a boy in the distance cried her name, then collapsed on the ground in despair, never to see the girl again.

Lux Ezreal The story above is TOTALLY A SYNOPSIS, OK?!!?!!!

Synopsis:

On a stormy night, a girl was near an abandoned town. No one knows what she was doing there. As the sky struck the ground with her fury, she panicked and ran to the town. There, the shadows thickened and whispered of vengeance, to take the life of the one who took theirs. The girl was never seen again.

Lycaon17/21/2015, 5:20:32 PM11 votes

The Tale of the Boy Who Cried Jester

There once was an orphan boy who was obsessed with pranking everyone else in his village. Although they were mostly harmless jokes, many of the villagers began to mistrust the boy and often ignored him. However, one night the boy began to have nightmares of the terrifying laugh of a sinister Jack-in-the-Box that startled him awake each night. The boy grew exhausted from lack of rest and tried to approach his friends to seek their advice on his predicament. They merely laughed at him, which drove the poor terror-filled lad into despair. The nightmares continued, becoming more vivid each night. The boy tried various methods to show the village the honesty of his claim, making his own replicas of the Jack-in-the-Box from his nightmare and even at one point dressing up as a jester himself, as his wits were becoming quite frayed from the contempt the village showed him and his own lack of sleep. One night, a new nightmare entered the boy's shattered mind while he attempted to sleep: darkness, a void with no boxes or jesters, containing only a voice which whispered to the boy, poisoning him against the villagers and their ignorance, and promising to help him get his revenge. When he awoke, his hand was clutching a dagger, and his heart was full of a new purpose, to enlighten the fools who had refused the wisdom he offered. Each of his victims heard the same phrase whispered to them that night, "You should have listened to the boy; now, the joke's on you!"

Shaco

Drowzen7/22/2015, 5:53:25 AM8 votes

The Tale of the Judicator

The savior of a town, the hero of the church, the guardian of the innocent. Once there was a town riddled with nightmares. Nocturne Children afraid to fall asleep afraid of what monstrosity they will see next, or what will devour them. Chogath These nightmares were very much real and very much a threat when a couple awoke to the scream of a child followed by complete silence. They rushed to the child's bedside to find his eyes had been removed, his throat severed and his entrails strung around his bed. The parents struck with shock and disbelief simply collapsed their knees unable to understand the sight they were witnessing. "4 Year Old Killed in Sleep" the headline read. The townsfolk were filled with fear and were ready to leave the town. They made one last prayer to the gods before fleeing. The gods heard their prayer and in return sent down an Archangel. Kayle was her name. The reassurance people needed to stay in their homes. Kayle was merciless, "An eye for an eye." she was heard saying as she slaughtered the evil that was befalling the town. It became a town of peace and the people built statues of kayle as their thanks. She was treated as a god and the town began to prosper because of her very presence. It was a town of no crime. People began to feel so secure they didnt lock their doors and were out at night in dark alleys. Then came the fateful night. A few kids were playing soccer in an alley when a figure approached them. The figure spread its wings where it reached wall to wall. The kids stood in awe and bowed down.

"Kayle, your grace" said one of the children with his head against the floor.

"............." the figure said nothing.

A large crashing sound was heard on the floor ahead of them. The boy looked up and was stricken with fear. On the floor was kayles helmet soaked in blood. The last word to reach the childrens ears was,

"........Not all angels are good........."

Every citizen in the town was found dead a week later.

Morgana

JesterSummoner7/21/2015, 4:22:42 PM7 votes

The Tale of the Clockwork Doll

It was closing time at the local toy shop. The new store clerk Gilligan was tidying things up when the day manager comes from his office. "Here, take this pocket watch. You can leave at 12:30" Pausing the manager continued "We just received some box from East Piltover. Whatever it is, get it set up for tomorrow" He then fled out the door. "Yes s-sir" whimpered young Gilligan much too late. Alone now, the store clerk finishes his work with his only comfort being the harmonious sound of the ticking watch. When the front of the shop is finally clean, he proceeds to the back in which he is confronted by a human-sized crate. Intrigued, Gilligan approaches until he notices very faint writings on it. "Clockwork Doll. Cobalt Street 157, Incendiary Building 2, North Piltover." Puzzled he slowly walks around to the back of the box. He is startled to find that the box is already open and is completely empty. Gilligan was suddenly startled by the sound of silence. Grasping the pocket watch he realized it wasn't making any noise. Gilligan froze with sudden realization as he heard the ticking sound getting louder and louder.

Orianna

Trídent7/21/2015, 6:09:39 PM7 votes

I know you guys have a couple trolls here down-voting all your posts. No worries. The community should far outweigh the trolls. And even if you have -5 in the votes, that does NOT mean you are not still eligible to win the contest. I pay attention to everyone and give everyone a fair share.

You could install FEK so you can see the raw upvotes ^-^

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VlRTUE7/22/2015, 2:13:43 AM6 votes

Sorry it's a little on the long side, but it just had to be to get the right vibe! Also recommend listening to this if you like music while you read.

The Tale of the Sympathetic Suicide

“I see something within you, something powerful, something only I can bring out of you.” A flush of pride and excitement rushes through me, a barely contained smile playing on my lips. Finally. Finally, I can show those who doubted my magic, my powers, those who said I was just a rich Noxian girl with more money than talent.

I look up at my mentor as he stops, his white hair and pale skin flashing with the scarlet of his elaborate clothes in the darkness of the chamber we stand in. He raises a hand, slowly undulating his fingers in the air. I am eager to begin my training, to learn from a true mage, someone who believed in me, so I open my mouth to speak.

My mouth doesn't open, no, instead, I feel as my right arm raises, pressing my own dagger to my throat. I try to move, to throw it away, but a tension holds me still, a force holding me against my own will. My heart starts beating faster and faster as I struggle to move, to do anything, and it’s only when I realize that my heart is beating beyond just the simple response to fear that I try to scream.

“Don’t worry,” The blood mage says, turning around and kneeling in front of me with soft eyes and a sad little smile. “I always keep my word: I will bring out the best in you.”

The knife slides across my throat, and he doesn't even blink as his ashen hair and skin are stained scarlet. Pain burns at my throat, my heart pumping away my life as my body is held still by his magic. He reaches up a hand, gently stroking my cheek with the back of his fingers as I struggle, and only tears manage to escape the prison that is now my own body.

“Shh… just let it out. There will be no pain from your passing. No one will suspect this was anything but you finally taking the easy way out of Noxus. So... your sorrow, your pain, your everything… just let it just drain away.”

I give one last effort to scream as an icy cold begins tingling through my body. Everything starts to fade away, my senses darkening with each heartbeat, and the last thing I feel is his smooth, cold fingers, gently stroking my cheek, almost remorsefully…

Everything fades but that sad, horrifying feeling: the feeling of my sympathetic suicide.

Vladimir

EDIT: Synopsis Version in case it HAS to be only seven sentences maximum:

The Tale of the Sympathetic Suicide (Synopsis Version)

Excitement rushes through the young Noxian girl as she follows her mentor, the master who finally saw something in her. She can’t wait to learn, to show everyone just how powerful she was, to show that it wasn’t just her riches that made her powerful. Suddenly the man with the pale skin, white hair, and elaborate red robes stops in the dark room, raising a hand. The girl’s arm raises of its own accord, raising her very own knife to her throat. She tries in vain horror to move, to scream, to do anything, but her body remains out of her control. The blood mage turns around and kneels before the girl, gently brushing her cheek with remorseful eyes and a gentle, understanding smile. Even as the girl draws the knife across her own neck, trying to scream in terror, he keeps the smile and remains unflinching, his ashen skin and hair being stained scarlet as he forces her to commit a crime no one will ever suspect him of… a sympathetic suicide.

Vladimir

bunny11027/22/2015, 7:12:41 AM5 votes

The tale of the lonely girl.

Annabelle Miriam Louise the third was a quiet child. Her parents often busy were never around for her to converse with, but this didn't bother her one bit. Well enough off to afford loads of dolls and delights her room was stocked with fine playmates to pass the time with, and pass the time she did. Her favorite toy was oddly enough her oldest. A patched teddy bear that had survived years of wear and tear. Her father had given her it the day before he left on a month long business trip. He had named it Tibbers. Why? Because Tibbers would prevent the shivers coming from the cold winter nights. For this reason Tibbers was the source of warmth to her throughout her days and nights.

Years later Annie finally received something she wanted more than anything, a friend. A little boy moved in next door and after watching him carefully through her second story window she mustered up enough courage to ask her mother if she could go play with him. To her surprise her mother was delighted and encouraged her to go play with the little boy thinking to herself all this time spent alone being homeschooled might be spoiling her socially. Unfortunately how little she knew.

Johnathan and Annie became the best of friends and were inseparable at times. The only thing her mom had warned then after constantly hearing the giggles and shuffling coming from the upstairs room was don't get into any trouble, but as with all kids trouble was exactly what they found. You see Annie was special in a very peculiar way. She had always loved Tibbers because of the warmth he provided her until one day Tibbers had been left in the tool shed during a game of hide and seek and when she went to retrieve him she saw as a box of matches near the bear slowly started to burn red and ignite. To her surprise she yanked Tibbers away worried he might catch fire, as he lay hot in her hands she willed the heat away from him and she watched as a small fireball flew and ignited some wood shavings. Afraid of her new power she quickly ran away and his in her room. Her dad just barely saw the smoke before getting in the car to go to work. He quickly extinguished the fire and sought Annie to ask her if she was playing with matches. Her response was nervous but deliberate "I never play with matches."

The secret was burning a hole inside of her and she desperately needed someone to tell. She figured who better to trust this secret with than her new friend Johnathan. She explained everything to him. He sat skeptical at first but Annie was prepared and in the privacy of the woods behind their houses she organized a small circle of rocks with some twigs in the center. She cast her hands and motioned towards the twigs and a small fireball lit them a blaze. Johnny who had spent time camping with his dad sat in wonder and told Annie how cool it was and thanked her for the warmth on the cool fall afternoon. Annie told Johnnie don't thank me silly. Thank Tibbers. He is the source of the warmth in the first place. Johnathan thought it was silly to think a stuffed teddy bear was alive but not wanting to hurt Annie's feelings kept this comment to himself.

Annie awoke this morning to one of her favorite holidays out of the whole year, Halloween. Her mom had finally said this year she was old enough to go trick or treating by herself and no doubt she would be going with her friend Johnathan. She had told him about her prom queen dress that she would be wearing but no matter how much she begged, Johnathan would not tell her what he was going as. He told her it was a surprise and that was the end of that. As darkness crept down over their small street she waited in her front yard near an oak tree where they had promised to meet. Nearly giving up hope she stumbled across a small hand written note. The note said "I'm back in the wood shed if you're not too much of a scaredy cat come and find me." Johnathan child like signature was crudely scribbled beneath the message. Annie not wanting to show how frightened she actually was slowly crept up to the wood shed in the darkness of the night. Slowly she called out

"Johnathan?" No answer.

The door slowly creaked as she opened it. Total darkness around made her hands tremble even more. She heard a subtle movement and quickly yelped

"Johnathan?!"

Suddenly a monstrous bear resembling Tibbers leapt out at her with a evil grin on its face and it screamed

"No, Tibbers!"

She raised her hands to her face and willed the monstrous version of her companion to go away. And go away it did, a monstrous blaze ignited the creature and its screams echoed around Annie as it wreathed in pain. Annie ran away back into her house only to find the real Tibbers exactly the same as she had left it. Soft cuddly, and most important of all warm.

Johnathan was never found again and thankfully for Annabelle Tibbers has never been anywhere near that frightful; however, Annie has never felt that sort of terrifying fear since. She did go look for johnny once more in the tool shed days later but all she ever found was some soot and ashes. She guessed her only one and true faithful friend was her warm cuddly Tibbers after all.

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Hope you guys enjoy I'll edit for grammar tomorrow before the end sorry in advance it was written on a mobile phone with auto correct. Annie

The edit was for grammar and clarity, it's still far from perfect but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway.

Finnris7/21/2015, 7:52:41 PM4 votes

The Tale of Dark Transformation

How had it ended up this way? A life, once so full of optimism and youthful curiosity, now withering in a dark prison cell. He clung to hope like a raft in a raging sea but for how long? If only he could see a friendly face perhaps that would help, the loneliness was.....suffocating. He had howled for mercy, scratched the cells cold stone walls until his nails fell off and his fingers bled. How long had he been in here locked away from the world, locked away from even the light? He fell to the floor and huddled in a ball, the deafening noise of silence raking his brain. An agonizing amount of time followed, any hope that once existed in him was long since snuffed out. In it's absence however he felt something inside his heart, no his SOUL snap, and a fire started where it used to be. He stood up and walked to the heavy wooden cell door, he noticed the smeared blood and pieces of his own shattered fingernails still lodged in the wood. Bringing his ragged hand up to his face he reached out and seized the dark energy that had been filling the room since his imprisonment. It took form in his palm as a ball of purple swirling energy; without thought he hurled it at the door and saw it explode into splinters. As he stepped out of his cell he felt no joy or release, but upon hearing the approaching footfalls of the guards a smile tugged at his lips. HE WOULD MAKE THEM SUFFER, and their suffering would be music to his ears. This was only the beginning, but when he was finished even Death would tremble in his presence!

Veigar

Thank You for Reading!

Satyavan7/21/2015, 3:46:33 PM4 votes

The Tale of The Demon Jester One day a street urchin had the luck of getting a ticket to shaco's house of oo's and fun. (A fun house with all those funny mirriors). His friends dared him to go in there and steal a jack in the box that sits around the main clown, Shaco. Nervous but wanting to look awesome, he went in and walked around until he made it to shaco. He took a box and stuck it in a bag he brought in. Coming out, they went back to their makeshift home. When they get home he shows them the item. They put it in a corner and go to bed. All night they hear footsteps around their home, and at times laughter. The kid wakes up after a long night to find his friends ready to go out and want to check something out. He decides to stay home and relax. After a bit he begins to see shaco, but that can't be since he is just a statue, Right? That night he hears something walking around INSIDE the house. In his dreams he sees shaco beckoning toward the jack in the box. The boy is now paranoid and tells his friends about his dreams. The next day he awakes to find multiple jack in the box toys that had been sold, around. Thinking this must be a sign shaco wants his box back the boy sneaks past security and replaces the box infront of the statue, Something pokes his back and he sees a green shaco, and this one mouths thanks and beckons to follow him. Believing this thing was showing him another exit for replacing the box. He followed the thing to a backroom which, as he entered, he realized had some blood around it. He tries the door but it is locked. The green shaco turns around and smiles, then mouthes the words "Don't try to take my possessions" Then disappears never to be seen again, just like the boy. Shaco

Mr Comet7/22/2015, 2:56:02 PM4 votes

Tale of the Forbidden Forest

It was 11:58 in the Forest of the Doomed. All anyone knows of this forest, is that no one ever comes out. Timmy, a young boy, decides to find out. Entering the forest, there are rumbles on the ground, an Timmy finds a cave. He see's a rotting helmet on the ground, knowing it is from a soldier. He hears a cry in the cave. As he gets closer, he makes out the cry... DEMAGLIO Gnar

ilt7/22/2015, 12:33:18 AM4 votes

Tale of Mundo.

Mundo like Vayne. Vayne no like Mundo. Vayne like Draven. Mundo kill Draven.

DrMundo

Joe Dredd7/21/2015, 5:12:19 PM3 votes

here's a scary story You're in top lane playing a melee enemy locks azir top

Revering7/23/2015, 3:32:37 AM2 votes

When will the winners be announced?

LordR4in7/22/2015, 1:49:22 PM2 votes

The Tale of the Fleeting Hero

40 seconds. No time to lose. With a cry of surging power, he swiftly jumped and sped, from slab to slab, in shifting colors of turquoise and ghostly blue energy. He could feel their breaths, their cackles on his neck, the noises between the brushes, behind the nooks, in this desolate place. Suddenly, out of the shadows of the outgrown vegetation, a leap of inhuman power shrieking in front shook his concentration, as twin sawed claws grasped for a swift kill. Words of power emerged from his mouth as the claws and the verocious predator were caged in blueish light, unable to move. Energy crackled around his body as he overpassed the demon. 32 seconds. No breathing time. Several snapping sounds from his back warned of impending danger and he dodged spikes that exploded all around him. He looked back just to see a vision disappearing. "Let's go! Let's go!" he thought, claiming more speed, knowing that the danger wasn't yet over. 25 seconds. The ground began to shake. A huge sight of doom angled from his right as huge spikes surfaced from the ground. Without hesitation, another word of power teleported him a few feet ahead, letting him escape certain death, near a small pound, where a huge serpent-like beast was resting. .He stopped for a second and another magic word was sounded while he raised his arm to launch a ball of energy that woke the beast as it spewed acid from his mouth. He kept running as his tattoos started shining with a dim light. "That beast should keep that thing at bay and gain me time" he thought. But somewhere in the distance, a voice deep as the chasm called for him."What secrets are you hiding?" 18 seconds. "They can never get the scroll." As he thought this, he saw a skirmish ahead. He forced himself forward as another word of power crackled lightning from his hand into the midst, killing a few of the enemies and reversing the tide. Just in time as another void creature flashed in, screaming unearthly sounds as a portal opened up and a creature of nightmare emerged. The remaining squadron engaged the four legged creature as he sidestepped again, avoiding direct confrontation. "Don't hold me up!" he murmured, never stopping the run. 9 seconds. He was close. He could see his friends, his companions-in-arms. He was almost safe, splashing in the mossy river. Out of the corner, he saw it, a huge tentacle creature, and a huge purple energy bolt that hit him square in the chest, burning black in the blue haze of his energy. Before he has time to react, a huge rift opens up below him as laughter emerges upfront. "It seems your chances of survival are... less than zero." it taunted gleefully. 2 seconds. "I will not die here!" his anger rose. Magic emerged from his body as it engulfed the tentacle beast, encaging him. "That's unexpected! Intriguing reaction to pain.". Our fugacious hero's body was glimmering white and blue of the magic energy contained within and another word of immense power was dancing in his mind, desperately trying to get out. "Unpleasant? I'll show you unpleasant!" he shouted. 0 seconds.

Hero: Ryze Villains: Khazix Chogath Malzahar Velkoz

Revering7/22/2015, 10:54:15 PM2 votes

The Tale of the Cursed Carnival

Andrea was an innocent child at the age of seven. She enjoyed everything a "normal" girl did : barbies, dressing up, makeup, etc. Her parents were loving people, but they were often busy working out of state. You see, her father and mother were hotel critics working for a magazine blog. Thus, she was often left with a babysitter who goes by the name of Serena. Serena, you see, wasn't the most responsible of babysitters. She would often leave Andrea alone at the house while she went to hang out with her friends, but Andrea had no problem with taking care of herself.

One night, Andrea was mischievously putting on her mother's makeup while Serena was watching television in the other room. The babysitter's phone rang, and upon answering it, it was her boyfriend, Chase. Chase had invited her to the carnival nearby. "Isn't it closed at this time of night?" she responded. "It'll be alright. My brother works there, so he can get us in with no charge." Chase continued. Serena began to get excited, until Chase informed her that he would have to be bringing his younger cousin. "I'm supposed to be babysitting her, and my parents would kill me if I left her at home alone." he stated. Serena admitted that she was babysitting her neighbor's daughter, and Andrea could tag along. "The two of them could play together while we rode a few rides!" she exclaimed happily.

Later that night, the four of them met up and were walking to the front gate of the carnival. Andrea still wore her mother's makeup, and was slightly upset that Serena was in a hurry and wouldn't let her take it off. "Come on. I look like a clown!" She had complained earlier. "Well, then I suppose you'll fit in quite nicely!" Serena had responded with a smirk. As planned, the two younger girls played together on the carousel while Chase and Serena went off to ride a few of the bigger rides. It took no time at all before the two teens had stumbled upon the haunted house. Serena was quite the wimp, but Chase convinced her that it would all be okay.

As the ride began, they both see a clown, and they assumed it was simply a part of the ride. "This will be fun." The "machine" stated as the ride began. Chase chuckled, assuring Serena that he was simply an added fear factor. All throughout the ride, they kept seeing glimpses of the clown, as if the "machine" had been following them. He had been performing for them. In different areas, they would see him juggling, throwing knives at a target board, and so on. The ride had stopped, and it was over. However, there the clown stood in front of the exit. Serena laughed at it, as she had been brushing him off the whole ride. Playfully, Chase called out, "Whatcha' got for us now?" There was a moment of silence as the clown spoke. "Now you see me, now you don't." In a puff of smoke the clown disappeared. The two gasped in amazement, laughing as they exited the cart. "How'd the owners manage to pull that off?" they thought. In another puff of smoke, the clown was behind them. "Now, for my next trick, I'll make you disappear."

Screams arose from the haunted house, but none were heard by the little girls. The two of them talked about everything they had done that day, as soon, a shadow stepped out from behind a building. Chase's little cousin gasped in delight before pointing to the direction of the clown emerging from the shadows. "Look, Andrea! Isn't it cute?" Andrea turned her head and smiled, the two of them giggling. The clown knelt down to the little girls with a demonic grin, observing the makeup on Andrea. "Look, Mister! Andrea's a clown too!" Andrea giggled, along with the other girl. "Well, don't you two just look ravishing?" Andrea smiled. "I look just like you!" And with that, the clown laughed devilishly before disappearing in a puff of smoke.

Weeks later, the girls were in the hands of their parents, and police hadn't found the missing teenagers from that night. Andrea constantly spoke of a clown, but the authorities never gave her that much thought, for she was simply a child. No one ever knew what had become of Chase and Serena, and they never would.

"Look's like the jokes on you." --Shaco

Mythstic7/22/2015, 8:56:57 PM1 votes

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woobee7/21/2015, 10:15:31 PM1 votes

It's hard to write a horror story with the Beach Boys playing in the background. One sec.

RamBamThankUMaam7/23/2015, 12:10:45 AM1 votes

The Tale of the Fatal Flower

The obese Noxian commander had more than a few flaws, but one stood out. In every town his army trampled he would demand his soldiers bring him the most beautiful woman they found alive. After a short while in his tent, that woman would leave battered and violated, if she left at all. In one such town, famous for their floral arrangements and topiary, the girl chosen never left alive. That night the Noxian commander began to feel a crazed, unscratchable itch under his skin. It started in his pelvis, spreading gradually to the rest of his body. The next night a tiny flower grew from his navel. Screeching in horror, he pulled on the roots. As the flower-crowned pretty girl's face stared out at him from inside the wreckage of his stomach, he realized the truth. For all the seeds he had sown, the only field he would reap would be his own.

"Just a harmless flower."

Zyra

OGMB7/22/2015, 7:38:02 PM1 votes

The Tale of the Lost Horeseman

Thomas was a young boy who loved horses. He would ride through forests, and loved all living creatures. However, his classmates didn't agree with him. They called him a girl, a princess, and a homosexual. The only thin that could spare Thomas the pain was the thought of a horse ride after his classes. The harassment got worse day after day, until one day his classmates ambushed him in a dark forest that Thomas was exploring on his noble steed. They came out from behind oak trees, from under bushes, with knives and daggers. They wanted him to pay for the humility their school and class endured because of boys like him. They brutally assaulted Thomas and his horse until they lay dying together on the forest floor.

The chain warden Thresh was summoned to collect their souls; but he took pity on the boy who loves his horse. He infused them with dark magic, and brought them back to his lair in the Shadow Isles. As Thomas awoke, he was greeted by Thresh, who declared him Hecarim, now and forever.......

Hecarim