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Witch Story Contest
« on: October 23, 2006, 09:58:30 AM »
here are the rules. you story must include:

1) a witch, wizard, sorcerer, or enchantress

2) any talking animal

3) five paragraphs or more

4) more than four characters (people)


have fun!!!!!!

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Re: Witch Story Contest
« Reply #1 on: October 23, 2006, 10:24:08 AM »
oh yes, i forgot something. The contest ends 10/31/07 so you have one year to complete your story and post it here, okay?

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Re: Witch Story Contest
« Reply #2 on: October 24, 2006, 03:26:19 AM »
Good challenge, bandicootgirl, but I don't think you'll get many entries with a deadline this far ahead. Why not give people till midnight on Halloween (31 October 2006), say? A shorter deadline often concentrates the mind!

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Re: Witch Story Contest
« Reply #3 on: October 24, 2006, 08:47:24 AM »
yeah, that's a good idea. thank you Nick  ;D

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Re: Witch Story Contest
« Reply #4 on: October 25, 2006, 09:23:59 AM »
Here my entry bandicootgirl...!

The Black family gathered on the pavement and looked eagerly towards the corner shop.  They were anticipating the first sighting of their Morris Minor Traveller whose engine could be heard phut phutting in the distance.  It rounded the bend on two wheels and Mr Black, whose large frame filled the driving seat, waved gaily at his wife and children as he sped past them honking Tyr’s horn.  Mr Black was a superstitious warlock.  He always made three circuits of the block before he allowed his family to jump aboard.

Black by name, black by nature and resembling a tribe of Goths, the three children piled onto the back seat followed reluctantly by Mange the grumpy cat.  “Don’t put my blanket on that dirty floor!  I’m sitting next to the window!  Mind my tail!” he hissed.  Mrs Black carefully bent her witches’ hat to an angle of ninety three degrees before sliding into the front seat beside her robust husband as he revved the gas pedal with anticipation.  “East Anglia here we come!” he called and Tyr shot off in a cloud of smoke towards the sunrise.

Leaving Broomstick Cottage behind them the Blacks settled down to play I Spy Spells while Mange sharpened his claws on the remains of the leather upholstery.  “Nobody cares if I get car-sick” he muttered, coughing up another fur ball.

Somewhere near Biggleswade Mrs Black reminded her husband that they must stop and pick up her great-aunt Aggie who, being a water divining witch, lives in a shallow trench on the Fens.  “Oh no,” complained Mange, “I hate licking mud out of my beautifully pristine coat!”

Tyr screeched to a halt in a lay-by as Mr Black consulted his road map.  After a moment or two he scratched his head and turned to his family.  “So who knows the answer to this one – which ditch has the right witch for Ipswich?”  His enquiry was met with a cascade of laughter, including a jolting back-fire from Tyr’s exhaust pipe.  “Very funny” quipped Mange as he practised his ‘we are not amused’ expression.  He really was an old misery-guts. 


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Re: Witch Story Contest
« Reply #5 on: October 25, 2006, 09:40:49 AM »


Oh, this is going to be really hard to beat!

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Re: Witch Story Contest
« Reply #6 on: October 25, 2006, 09:48:00 AM »
Gee, thanks Naomi!
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Re: Witch Story Contest
« Reply #7 on: October 25, 2006, 10:16:34 AM »
The old man stared down at his hands and sighed. No, he was definitely losing it, losing the ‘gift’. He could hardly manage to change a toad into a cat any more. Just look at that mess, a Toca, or was it a Caad?, He couldn’t tell. The Caad gave a sorrowful ‘Croeow’ and a 'Meowck' and hopped off to the nearest lily pad, where promptly sank under its weight and it crawled out to lick it’s fur dry.
It was time he turned in his wand, and hung up his wizard’s hat for good. He wondered if he should use his wand to pack a suitcase first? But decided against it. It would probably end up with his Bermuda shorts stuffed in his wash bag, and shampoo filling his shirt pockets. Only last night he’d found toothpaste squeezed all over the hairbrush, waiting for him in the bathroom.
Mrs Wizard was not so sure. ‘You never know when it’ll come in handy, and how can I face all the ladies at the Witches Ball with an ordinary man at my side? I’d be the laughing stock of the community. Isn’t here something you can take for it? Something to boost your prowess with the instrument?’
Her husband looked at her doubtfully, but, to stop the hag nagging he went off to see the witch doctor at the end of the road.
‘Why of course I can help you, man’ said the funky witch doctor. ‘You just take these two little blue pills, and your instrument will be as good as new’.

Hummm, now you can see where I’m going with this. And there is still one character and a talking animal to come. Part two will be posted when I can think of an alternative ending.

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Re: Witch Story Contest
« Reply #8 on: October 25, 2006, 10:19:28 AM »
‘You just take these two little blue pills, and your instrument will be as good as new’.


LOL!  ;D

I've seen adverts for these little babies!
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Re: Witch Story Contest
« Reply #9 on: October 25, 2006, 10:30:49 AM »
Yeh, the Message Board got spammed only last week with an ad for them.

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Re: Witch Story Contest
« Reply #10 on: October 25, 2006, 10:41:32 AM »
So that's what the "Little Blue Pillls" are for, I have often wondered

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Re: Witch Story Contest
« Reply #11 on: October 29, 2006, 06:29:16 AM »
Here's my offering (no prizes for realising that I am - sadly -  addicted to the X Factor)


THE WITCH FACTOR

Pariah sat, cross-legged, looking quietly contemplative. Her cool demeanour belied the turbulence raging inside where fraught nerves were in the process of launching a merciless assault on an already defenceless and miserable stomach. In fact, right at this moment Pariah would have quite happily thrown up all over her broomstick or, preferably, someone else’s.

‘Ommm,’ she chanted quietly, hoping that a little meditation might mollify the incessant nausea.

She closed her eyes, determined to remain calm. Such a seemingly harmless task as this, however, was not being made one eensy-weensy bit easier by the witch perched next to her, who insisted on jiggling knees, elbows and just about anything else that one could possibly jiggle, whilst whistling tunelessly and most irritatingly just under her breath. ALL THE TIME!

To her left sat a richly rotund wizard who looked almost as nervous as Pariah felt. He wouldn’t have been a problem at all had it not been for the cursed cat astride his shoulder, which had seemingly been drawing the most enormous delight from swishing its unkempt and malodorous tail across Pariah’s face every few minutes ever since she’d arrived.

‘Ommm,’ she chanted, a little more loudly and with significantly more determination this time. She would keep calm.

‘Perkincreep Prattles?’ the assistant called once, twice, three times – before Pariah realised she was no doubt referring to the whistling wonder sitting next to her.

‘I think they’re calling you,’ Pariah said, giving her a nudge with her elbow. The jiggling witch leapt instantly to her feet, tripping over Pariah’s broomstick and landing with a splat directly in front of the frustrated assistant.

‘That’s me,’ squeaked the breathless witch.

‘That’s her.’ Pariah nodded towards the splat and left the assistant to help it to its feet and escort it through the double doors. As thousands had done before her, Pariah then shifted up one seat to the end of the row.

To her amazement, she had less than a witching minute to reflect upon her impending ordeal. Most probably a good thing.

‘Pariah Scary?’ called the assistant.

Pariah took up her broomstick and uttered some kind of last-minute prayer. No amount of chanting could help her now. This was it!

Settling her hat a little more firmly on her head and checking that the peak was falling to the right and not the Unlucky Left, she picked a piece of cat’s tail fluff out of her ear, pulled her cloak tightly around her and floated as elegantly as she could through the double doorway to where the judges were seated.

It was, as it happened, every bit as daunting as she had expected. Wizards flew hither and wherever, fixing this, adjusting that, muttering spells and incantations and generally causing bedlam.

‘Oh-oh! Peak to the left!’ teased one unsympathetic witch on her way past. ‘Just kidding,’ the same witch whispered as she circled malevolently behind, well aware that she’d just caused this next contestant to have a minor stroke.

‘Right! Stand over there on your shadow and good luck!’ muttered the assistant and vanished in a trail of chaos.

Pariah set down her broomstick and stood awkwardly atop her shadow, as instructed. All three were there in front of her, positioned precisely as she’d been told. Diamond Owl really did look as fierce and unforgiving as the magipapers had reported. Rippling muscles underneath his wings gave him an air of authority which owls did not usually enjoy, Pariah thought. Beside him swam Barren Frogspawn, insipid-looking as ever in her watery environment. And yet Pariah had heard tell that she was a force to be reckoned with and it was definitely ill-advised not to go fishing for compliments from these quarters. Lastly, on the end of the row, sat the unwelcoming and foul-smelling Gooey Belch. Pariah did her best not to look at him at all. She had yet to hear anything good said about this wizard at all.

‘So why are you here, then?’

It took Pariah a moment to realise that the audition had begun. No hello-ing or broom-swapping here. No pleasantries. No putting-at-easeries.

‘I – erm,’ Pariah stuttered. She paused. Start again, she thought. Keep calm. ‘I believe I have what you’re looking for,’ she stated, with a touch of over-confidence. ‘I have the Witch Factor.’

‘That’s marvellous,’ smirked Belch. ‘Just like every other contestant then, eh? So tell us – who do you aspire to be like?’

Pariah looked straight at him. This was no time to avoid eye contact. She had to be convincing.

‘Amaya Stain,’ she said. ‘Or Mystery Fears. Or Mad Honour.’ She smiled. Strangely, she was feeling more relaxed now. Perhaps because all the zipping and zapping around the studio had ceased. The production crew, satisfied that all was how it should be, now hovered silently at the edge of Pariah’s vision, contained, controlled, watchful.

‘Sounds good. So what are you going to murder for us this afternoon?’ Diamond Owl’s meagre attempt to ease the tension in the audition room – if that was, indeed, his intention - was more than a little appreciated by Pariah.

‘I’m going to murder “Anything Crows” by Cold Porter,’ she replied, with the smallest hint of a smile. He nodded. Pariah moved her eyes across to the other two judges and took the absence of any further comment or acknowledgement as a sign that she should begin. She took a deep, deep breath and opened her mouth …

And commenced her assassination of the well-known song. A little tentatively at first, but gathering in confidence as she went along. By the fourth verse she was feeling great! Only three to go, she thought.

‘Thank you, Pariah,’ interrupted Owl, lifting a wing to signal that she should stop singing. ‘Thank you. I think we’ve heard enough.’

Pariah stopped, her heart pounding, now fearing the worst. They hadn’t listened to the end. That meant one of two things. Either they couldn’t bear to hear any more or … it was good enough and they didn’t need to hear any more. She looked at the judges one by one.
Belch belched violently. That can’t be good, Pariah surmised. She diverted her eyes to Frogspawn, hoping for something slightly more encouraging from the waterworld. A billow of bubbles was coursing to the surface of the urine-coloured water. Holy Spellcrumbs, thought Pariah. That doesn’t look too good, either. She moved along to Diamond Owl, who was busy swivelling his head around and around and around. Pariah swayed as the suggestion of such dizziness overwhelmed her. She summoned her broomstick for support just as the spinning ceased.

‘Top screech was good,’ announced Owl suddenly, to Pariah’s distinct surprise. ‘Never thought you’d make it.’

‘Bit cackly on the chorus. And the hat would have to go,’ blubbed Frogspawn.

‘And the glasses, the broomstick and the cloak,’ added Belch, ‘and the shoes.’

‘Initial discordant, ear-splitting squawk quite impressive.’ Frogspawn.

‘Barren?’ asked Owl. ‘Yes or no?’

‘Erm …… No!’

Pariah felt as though her entire body had just shrunk to the size of a wizard’s topknot. So it was all true, what people had said. This lot – they either dashed every ounce of self-esteem within the first few words or they built up your hopes and then revelled in your anguish as they proceeded with the No, No and No.’

‘That’s a yes from me,’ Belch belched disgustingly.

What?

Diamond Owl rounded on Pariah and looked her up, down and around and around, as only owls can do. Then with a twit and a whoo, he smiled.

‘You’re through then, Pariah,’ he said. ‘Well done. You’ve made it to the next round of the competition.’

Pariah stood rooted to her shadow for several moments, disbelieving. In fact, it was her broomstick that finally tapped her back to reality, snapping a dwindly twig-end against her leg and shifting to hover invitingly just behind her backside. One of the mildly hysterical production team’s more friendly witches gave Pariah a kindly nudge broomwards and Pariah, victorious, entranced, shocked, thrilled and screechless, made her way bewitchedly to the exit.
 
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Back in her closet, a still bemused Pariah brewed up a cauldron of Whine and mused on the afternoon’s events. Interesting, to say the least, she thought. Very interesting. Pouring out a large goblet of the iridian liquid, she slumped down onto the cushions beside her pet pooch and quietly and dreamily stroked his long, shaggy mane. Today, she mused, she really had got away with murder. Next month’s Spellcamp – the brutal training for the next round of the competition - would be quite a different cauldron of slugs, particularly if she were put into the wrong group. In fact, to be frank she wondered how she were going to get on in any of the competition groups.

But most of all she wondered if he had recognised her. He’d certainly made no indication of it, but that was to be expected, wasn’t it? After all, it had all happened years ago. Years ago.

He’d never remember. Never. Would he?

The closet look-out shrieked warning of an approaching visitor and Pariah dragged herself begrudgingly from the comfort of her cushions. She wasn’t expecting anyone. No-one at all.

Who on earth …? she thought. And then No! No! Surely not!

But then, well, who knows? Maybe she had that Witch Factor after all!


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Re: Witch Story Contest
« Reply #12 on: October 29, 2006, 08:34:57 AM »
I absolutely love the Witch Factor! ;D Brilliant!

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Re: Witch Story Contest
« Reply #13 on: October 30, 2006, 09:40:05 AM »
thank you  ;)

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Re: Witch Story Contest
« Reply #14 on: October 30, 2006, 10:26:34 AM »
I can't think of a story but i'll be in your next contest BG  ;)
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