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09-03-2008, 08:10 PM
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Ghost Story Competition!!
For the upcoming issue of the Newsletter, we, in the committee have decided to let you all have come fun too!
Since it's the October issue, we decided to make it Halloween themed, and this is where all of you come in! We want your absolute best, scariest, spookiest ghost stories! "Real" or fictional, hometown, or from far away. We want the stories that whenever you hear them (or tell them), make your skin crawl, look underneath the bed and sleep with the light on. We want them all! The Rules: -The stories must me no longer than a few hundred words (1 type written page would be good, of course, if it goes a little over, don't worry, you won't be penalized). -They must be terrifying (or at least terrifying to you). -They must be submitted by Monday, September 15th (still gives you 12 days!) to either Panda or I. That's it! No other rules! The best couple of stories will be chosen among all submissions, by the Newsletter Committee, to be used in our Halloween issue! Submissions can be emailed to me at Circle.One@hotmail.com or to Mat (Panda), (mathew90malcolm@hotmail.co.uk). Thanks in advance, everyone! Blayze
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09-07-2008, 01:36 PM
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What do you win in this competition? Respect from others, or a more physical prize?
Matt
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09-08-2008, 01:44 AM
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Is 1,500 words too many and when does it have to be in?
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09-08-2008, 07:32 PM
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Closing date is September 20th
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09-08-2008, 10:31 PM
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Goody, might be able to get something in then.
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09-09-2008, 05:41 PM
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09-10-2008, 03:09 AM
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I think I might try my hand at it.
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09-10-2008, 05:20 PM
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Yes! Come on people! Get in on this! It'll be fun!
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09-16-2008, 01:09 AM
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Just sent off my entry. I hope you enjoy it.
Cheers.
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10-31-2008, 04:55 PM
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On Lulu’s eighth birthday she took all of her gift money and went to the mall, intending to go to Justice for Girls and buy two Webkins. But, before she got there she passed the window of the new pet shop and there she saw a soft black and white fuzz of a hamster, no bigger than a cotton ball. She had just enough money to buy a hamster cage, supplies, and of course Cottonball himself, as she decided to name him.
She settled Cottonball into his new home in her bedroom, being careful to shut the bedroom door when she left so that Tiger, the tabby cat, could not get in to terrorize her new pet. The first night all was well and peaceful, and Cottonball did not even make even a peep or a rustle at all. But, when Lulu woke up and went to his cage to say good morning, Cottonball was not in it! Lulu searched high and low in her room but could not find her new pet. She found Tiger lounging in the sun on the back of the sofa and carefully checked her paws and teeth for tell-take signs of hamster fur, but Tiger was clean. Finally, from the back of her closet behind the laundry basket, Lulu heard a soft scuffle scuffle. There was Cottonball, digging furiously in the carpet. He’d actually been able to clear away a baseball-sized patch of material from the carpet. Lucky for Lulu it was in a place her mom would not see. Cottonball went back into his cage, this time double checked to make sure the door was not left open. That night Lulu had a frightening dream. She was running in the dark, at first not knowing where she was, but then she saw headstones and leafless trees and realized she was running through a graveyard. Up ahead something was digging in the mud, a hug pile of dirt piling up outside a damp hole. She could not stop herself from approaching the activity and looking into the hole. Down in the bottom was Cottonball, digging and scratching and covered with mud. In front of him, sticking up out of the dirt was a hand. A small girl’s hand. Lulu woke up with a scream choked off in her throat. Scuffle scuffle scuffle. It was still dark, but now Lulu recognized the sound. She turned on the bedroom light and looked in her closet behind the laundry basket, and sure enough there was Cottonball. The patch in the rug was now twice as big, and worse yet it was tinged pink…with blood.
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