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| Author | Topic: 50 words |
| Aims |
posted 1/20/04 11:35 AM
this is the fifty words short story competition, well it would be a competition if i had a prize, but i'm sure ilyik will give you a prize coz it is his site. You have to wirte a short story and it has to be 50 words or shorter, MUST NOT be longer. Thank you. obviously must be about star wars, in some loosely connected way, and it has to be a story, i.e. it has to have a plot and a begining and a middle and an end. good bye. i'm trying... i think i used up all the good topic ideas all ready. |
| Da Wookie |
posted 1/21/04 4:21 PM
(50 words is pretty short) It was a sunny day on the moon of Endor, or as sunny as it ever got the jungle planet. It was six days after the explosion of the second death star and Flight Officer Amos Carton lay in his crashed Tie Fighter. He knew his back was broken, but could not say the same for the rest of him, because all he could feel was numbness. As he sat in his Flight Suit, he thought to himself that this was the end. The Emperor was dead, The Imperial fleet was destroyed, and The Rebel scum would spread like an infectious disease across the galaxy. He wished he could take his hold-out blaster and burn a hole in his own skull, but his hand would not respond to his brains commands. The heat permeated everything, causing his head to throb in rhythm with his laboring heart. He succumbed to the pain, drifting off into darkness. He would die in service to the Empire, and this was not a bad way to die. (172 words. I'm sorry.) |
| Dark Death Dude |
posted 1/23/04 8:49 PM
"What is the path I travel on," pondered Artemir. "Does it lead to redemption, or only death? How does one know?" At that precise moment, Artemir was shot with a blaster from the side. "I will not know now, what the path leads to. If I was to know anything, I would know what was down that path." And Artemir passed away. By "Dark Death Dude" 62 words |
| Da Wookie |
posted 1/24/04 2:30 AM
Da Wookie stepped off his ship into a small courtyard. He looked to his left at a man holding a blaster. "Now I will never find love" thought Da Wookie as the hole in his stomach smoked. he faded to darkness never to love, and never to be loved. (49 Words! All Right I Win!) |
| Dark Death Dude |
posted 1/26/04 5:37 PM
Raamus never wanted to be a smuggler. He was an imperial at heart, and he was determined to become an agent of the Empire. He walked to the recruiting center, abandoning Da Wookie. He filled out his application and returned it to the clerk. He was an Imperial at heart. By "Dark Death Dude" 50 words |
| Dark Death Dude |
posted 1/29/04 9:36 PM
Here-to is the story of Nerosquall, A creature with a great desire; A creature who wished to build; Upon a mountain he did build, A fortress of great power; A fortress with-out require; In this fotress he did desire, A life of leisure and power; A life that dids't-not require. By "Dark Death Dude" 50 words |
| Da Wookie |
posted 2/3/04 3:56 PM
I hearby declare that you may now use up to 150 words per story. this way some of the stories might make sense. |
| Da Wookie |
posted 3/2/04 2:39 PM
onst their wasd a boy whoz liked his mammies speeder. whenz he sawed the speeder sittingz in the garge, he tooked the ignishon key and tooked it for a spin. he decided to look for his frends in the cantena and sawed skipper sittinz on the wind'r. now the boy hatezed skipper 'cause skipper done tooked da boyz most favorites toy. The Boy decided to teach skipper a leason and drived the speeder into the wind'r, busting all the glass and his mammies favorties speeder. He lookeded for skipper and realized that it wasn' skipper, but was his mammie! he didn' no whatz to doez so he'd runn oft into the hills and was never seen again. |
| Dark Death Dude |
posted 1/30/08 4:26 AM
In the days of ancient, Maril Sraak existed. He fought for those he knew best; But none alive he knew. He confronted many insidious foes, Bringing death atow; He killed with merciless malice and spite, leaving destruction with thermal detonators! He confronted his life-long enemy, Adaam Ri Krakon, The Violent hater of all things good; Much like Maril Sraak himself. They battled with the Vibroblade, Fighting they did; They fought through night until the day, until exhaustion overcame them both. While fighting in the midst of their weakness; a greater adversary appeared in their sight, Approaching like a stalker: Death. The death approached with swiftness, Never once aware, Were the combatants locked in deadly battle, Coming to scalp their hair. Once Maril grasped his fate, Something beyond compare, He placed the blade in his chest, Sparing him from the horrors. |
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