Your writing capabilities...

Ok, well some of you already know Me and Pwnisher James are planning on writing a story for UX and UX ONLY but we need a FEW good writers to help us out with it. So this topic is for anyone who is willing to try out for it. All you have to do is write a short story ( 4 - 5 paragraphs ) the only thing the story needs to have is proper punctuation. The topic is up to you, and please NO COMMENTS because it will be removed within 24 hours.

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Tophat 44 wrote:have too do

I wonder if you meet your own requirements...

Made in Finland wrote:

Tophat 44 wrote:have too do

I wonder if you meet your own requirements...

fail.

They didn't have any time for nonsense. The time car picked up speed as it burned rubber through the streets of the machine city that served as the nexus of a ruined future. The moon was high in the sky, and they were in danger of being located by whatever may lurk in the strange future; they had no need to worry about these factors, as they would all come into play in due time. Skylar Popcaller shifted gears and kept the pedal to the floor, maneuvering the vehicle deftly to avoid obstacles just in time.

"God damnit, Popcollar!" Armstrong yelled. The tires screeched as a hand-brake turn sent the Time Cops careening towards the side of a building. "What the hell are you doing?"

"There's no time to explain!" Skylar responded. As the vehicle began to spin into the wall, the cops unbuckled their seat belts and dove out of the time car, hitting the street just in time.

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He supposed that there was only one overarching moral to extract from this timely anecdote: time travel was mens' work, and what better men for the job than Skylar Popcollar and Paul Armstrong? There wasn't much time to worry about these matters. That blob, and that pizza face brat with dreams of being a real time cop? All of that was in the past, and there was no time like the present.

In the future.

Armstrong took his eyes off the wrecked time Izuzu. His partner wasn't the cop he used to be. Every time they worked together, it seemed like old Popcollar was getting that much more irrational. He sighed, then looked down, pressing a few buttons on his wristwatch time communicator. "Damn," he noted. "I can't reach the boss. Looks like we're stuck here for now."

"Paul," Skylar said, "it doesn't matter. We've got a job to do. The key to time travel is supposed to be around here, and damn if we aren't going to find it."

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I SMELL A FORUM GAME

"What the fuck?" said Mark sleepily as he was woken by the indistinct sounds of screaming and crashing in the street outside. "Mark, get in here!" screamed Linda, "It's Jen, she's been hurt". Mark leapt out of bed and rushed to his daughters room. Mark gasped as he saw his little girl lying there covered in blood, with a chunk of flesh missing from her neck. Linda almost collapsed from the horrific sight, but Mark caught her before she could.

"You get some sheets and keep them pressed against her neck, I'm gonna ring an ambulance!" Mark said with tears building up in his eyes. Mark grasped the phone frantically and rung 911, "Shit, busy". Mark could see a figure standing in the front doorway out the corner of his eye but by the time he turned around it was gone. "Linda, did you leave the front door open". No response. "LINDA!", Mark yelled. Still no response. Mark could just about make out faint growling sounds coming from his daughters bedroom. "Fuck" he said quietly now with a worried tone in his voice. He picked up the nearest thing to him, a lamp and sneaked quietly to the doorway. He peered in and saw his wife laying there on the floor now also drenched in blood but Jen's body was missing.

Mark rushed over to his wife, dropping the lamp and rolled her over, revealing three large bite marks to her arm, chest and shoulder. "No, no ,no, this can't be happening" said Mark. He turned around to see his daughter standing behind him, staring at him as if she didn't even recognise him, her mouth dripping with blood. "Jen, you ok" said Mark, partially relieved yet concerned. Without saying anything, Jen bolted for him, screeching. She dived on Mark, snapping and clawing at him. Luckily for Mark, he was a fully grown man and could easily overpower and kill a young child, no matter how much he didn't want to.

Mark flung Jen off of him and she went flying into the wall, splitting her head open on impact. "What have I done" sobbed Mark as he rushed over to check on his motionless daugher. "I've killed her" wept Mark as he cradled his daughter in his arms. Mark carried his daughter over to the bed and placed a blood-soaked sheet over her. "I'm so sorry, Jen, please forg-" before he could finish his sentence his now re-animated wife, leaped onto his back, screaming and clawing at his face. Mark flipped her over his back into the wardrobe, splintering the wooden doors. She slowly got back up and sprinted full force at Mark, Mark not even thinking picked up the lamp and smashed it straight into her face. THUNK!. She dropped to the floor like a stone. Mark collapsed to the floor with exhaustion, anger and hate bubbling up inside of him with the thought of what he had just done.

Bear in mind this is the first story I've written, so it may not be that good.

DeadApe wrote:I SMELL A FORUM GAME

Smells good.

"Nice kick," Popcollar sighed. "What the hell did the thing do to deserve that?"

"It was in my way. I'm in no mood for crazy animals." Paul Armstrong gave a confident grin, folding his arms. He motioned for Skylar to follow him, but the sight of two other people occupying the space that they had occupied only moments ago caused them to duck into an alley to avoid being seen. Popcollar found time to look around the corner to try and see who the individuals were, and listen to what they were talking about.

"There's a key." one said to the other.

"What's the key?"

"Who knows?" The figures split off in two directions, and as they passed under the moonlight, Popcollar caught a glimpse of their faces. It was Skylar Popcollar and Paul Armstrong.

From the past.

"You idiots! Which one of you kicked the ferret?!" A voice sounded out in the alley. Popcollar and Armstrong began looking for its source. "Hey! Down here!"

The ferret from before stood at their feet on its hind legs.

"You... you can talk?" Armstrong asked in disbelief.

"What do you think? And look what you've done! You can't just traipse about in the time stream and do whatever you want! Kicking me has disheveled the tachyons and created an alternate future-past!" The ferret yelled.

It was then that Skylar realized that the animal before them was the key to time travel.

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