Writing Challenge #1: "Fairy Tales & Bombs"

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Challenge #1
"Fairy Tales & Bombs"

Create a very short piece of fiction
with the following elements in it:

Setting; A bomb shelter
Characters from a well-known more...

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Jun 3, 07 By: LiveVideoWritingChallenge

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Posted Jun 7, 07 by 30andout
My response, with a fox and three birds.

Posted Jun 10, 07 by LiveVideoWritingChallenge
Thank you for your response. Keep up with the writing and creating.

Posted Jun 6, 07 by Dugalwest
OK, I've taken some liberties here. Hey, but I kept it under 500 words.

Posted Jun 8, 07 by DarkMessiahNF
Yeah, it was like, one of those old 1940s movies.. :P It was pretty neat, I liked that. The imagery was good, too.

Posted Jun 6, 07 by Smokescreen
The music went great with the story.
I loved it!

Posted Jun 5, 07 by DarkMessiahNF
As we looked outside for the first time in 35 years, we immediately regretted it. The year was 2044, 35 years after our 44th president, Hilary Clinton, was inaugurated. The following summer of her inauguration, Iran had declared nuclear war, but by the more...time we had the power to strike back, half of our country was in ruins. Los Angeles, Chicago, New York, Miami, Cleveland, Seattle, and St. Louis got the worst of it.

Now, in the present time, we were finally able to open the big metal door that kept us trapped for so long. Me and my comrade, the Gingerbread man, looked around in disbelief. As we stepped out into the open air, we were afraid to breathe. The fear of radiation still lingered in our hearts and hopefully not our lungs.

Faintly we heard some soft thumping noises, then they grew louder. Gingerbread Man turned and gasped.

"OH NO!!" he shouted, pointing behind me. I turned, but it was too late. A big gray wolf lunged towards me--which surprised me since there was a cookie right next to me--knocking me backwards. I wrestled with the wolf, who now had a hold of my forearm in his teeth.

Suddenly I heard a female voice behind the wolf. "Sick 'em, boy! Tear 'em apart!" I managed to glance long enough to see a girl wearing a red hooded cape. I brought my other hand and balled it into a fist before clocking the wolf in the jaw. He yelped and jumped back, but bared his teeth again.

"I'm gonna eat you alive!" he snarled. The woman in the smirked deviously. The wolf then growled at Gingerbread Man. "And I'll save you for desert!" With that said, he lunged at me one more time, but this time, I was ready for him. I put up my hands to block him, and as I fell back, I used my feet to launch him over my head into the bomb shelter.

I looked back to see if he landed or smacked the wall. As soon as I did, I felt a hard object collide with the back of my skull, knocking me forward into the shelter as well.

Rubbing what appeared to be a new bump, I saw the woman holding a wicker basket by the handles. Great, I thought. I'm probably gonna have a splinter now...

The wolf was standing back up now. He bared his teeth again, but I quickly stood up and as the hooded girl came at me, I dodged her but was again tackled by the wolf.

"Whoa, hey!" I cried out. "Look, we have food if you're hungry!"

Gingerbread Man nodded, shaking so hard he was making crumbs. "Just don't eat me," he said. With that, the wolf and woman ate our fo less

Posted Jun 8, 07 by DarkMessiahNF
The most we can probably do is if we do that but see a mistake after posting, copy ALL the text, delete the comment, and post a new one and fix it. Assuming it's anything besides character limit, of course.. >_> Stupid character limits..

Posted Jun 6, 07 by Idaho
Cool story! Who woulda thunk Red would have such a hard side!
I found editing a bit of a challenge typing in the comment box too, few things I slapped my forehead about after I pressed Save, lol.

Posted Jun 6, 07 by Dugalwest
Well, I'm glad he didn't give them the gingerbread man. Or, for that matter, that he didn't eat the gingerbread man himself during the 35 years they were in that bomb shelter. Your hero had more self-control than I would have!

Posted Jun 5, 07 by DarkMessiahNF
Thanks. :P As a result of not proofreading and submitting immediately, I noticed I not only said "ater" instead of "ate" in this last comment, but in the actual story, I forgot "hooded cape" when I talked about her smirking.. so it just said "in the more...

Posted Jun 5, 07 by blueathena
love that you have the Gingerbread Man shaking so hard he makes crumbs. Great image.

Posted Jun 5, 07 by DarkMessiahNF
The last sentence is "With that, the wolf and woman ater our food as we ran out of the shelter."

Stupid character limit. >_<

Anyways, I hope you liked it. It was a spur of the moment thing.. making it up as I went.

Posted Jun 5, 07 by blueathena
After entering what appears to be an empty bomb shelter, the journalist found a large scrap of paper laying on the ground by a tall shelving unit. The shelves were full of books instead of canned food. She thought this was odd, but focused her attention more...on the writing which covered the scrap paper completely. After a few moments turning the paper around and over again, she found the start of what appeared to be an account of what took place in this bomb shelter.
"We don't have much time, but I am one of the few who can explain on paper what happened to us and maybe one day someone will be able to help us. I am Goldilocks. The year is 1942. There is a war ravaging the world. We all managed to find a shelter large enough for us to safely hide as nuclear bombs are mushrooming everywhere above ground. Soldiers are at the entrance to this shelter threatening to disintegrate the doors and annihilate us. Us being me, the three bears, the billy goat gruffs, Snow White and her seven dwarfs, Cindy and her prince, the last unicorn, the three little pigs and the wolf (he is sedated for now), and many others. I don't have time to name us all, but I hope you will be able to remember us all and bring us back. Where have we gone? Well, Tinkerbell and some of the witches got together and came up with a spell. We're still in this room, but we don't take up as much space. Each book is not only our stories, but ourselves also. Hopefully this spell will work and the soldiers will have not harmed us disguised innocently as books. If the spell did not work, then we will forever be lost. Please, if you are a friend, do what you can to bring us back from these pages. We are always changing and we must live off the page in order to grow with society's ever-changing ideals. Please, we beg you, be our friend."
The journalist stared a few more moments at the scrap of paper wondering what to make of it. The bomb shelter was situated beneath a poet's home, long dead after having published poetry and photography chapbooks most of her life. Considering the nuclear war was long over, the journalist could only imagine that this scrap was a random piece of imagination from the poet. A creative piece not tarnished by mass consumption. After looking at the books, a collection of beautifully illustrated fairy tales, the journalist called for her friend to help her pack the heavy volumes into the car for her own personal library.
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Oh... this was much needed. :) Th less

Posted Jun 6, 07 by Idaho
That was great! Love how it describes the magic of reading. And writing! :)

Posted Jun 6, 07 by Dugalwest
Very intriguing Laura. Yikes, I wonder if I have any books with spells on them? I loved the bit about the piece not being "tarnished by mass consumption". I tell myself that all the time. :)

Posted Jun 6, 07 by pendragon
Howdy blueathena
Greetings from Europe. That is such a nice way of putting it,… and draws to mind the countless characters I’ve called to life.

Posted Jun 5, 07 by shakiespeare
A great flow to the story..I.like it a lot!
and I would do the same thing and took the books.haha

Posted Jun 5, 07 by blueathena
oops, that is supposed to say "Thanks!" but the word count apparently is not entirely correct! ;)
I have been missing my little writers' group while working and traveling. Tonight I had it in me to write something right off the top of my head... free-write. more...

Posted Jun 5, 07 by shakiespeare
maybe not based on a fairy tale!
but will you guys make me do it again?
or will i pass?

Posted Jun 5, 07 by shakiespeare
BEHIND ENEMY LINES WITH A UNWANTED GIFT

Trying to control myself my heart racing as if it were not a part off me. My throat’s dry, down to the pant of panic. Even through sweating so much, that my uniform is ringing wet, sucking as if it were a sponge, more...

Posted Jun 6, 07 by Idaho
Tense moment! Good move!
Theres some great characters for a bomb shelter story... if you had more typing room I bet you could fit a Flying Monkey into the storyline!
Nice one!

Posted Jun 5, 07 by 0Corky0madejustforyou
ok my loverlys..this is my CREEPY story for this Writting TAG x this is a brill idea Syd thank you for the insperation xxx

Posted Jun 10, 07 by LiveVideoWritingChallenge
Thank you for your participation. Keep on creating.

Posted Jun 5, 07 by Smokescreen
Part three
Please scroll down and read part one and then two before reading this.

The witch returned to find Tinker missing from her cage. A smile spread on her misshapen face as she closed the gate to the bomb shelter, sealing it forever.
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I entered more...the cavern of the great Bolar. It turned to face me and snorted flame and smoke from it's red leathered nostrils. Its great horned head scraped the ceiling and knocked down dirt and rock that filled the chamber with a choking cloud.

I drew the last drag from my cigarette and flicked the still lit butt at the Bolar. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve, and spit at the feet of the beast.

The Bolar laughed at me. He held his arms out wide and asked, as if to the world “this is the champion they send to defeat me?” And then his laughter filled the chamber, and then the world.

I pulled out the dagger feeling it's weight in my hands. Turning it slowly in my fingers.

Tinker flew into the chamber shouting “NO.”

She flew between us and turned to me. “She lied.” she paused catching her breath. “You don't have to do this. She's alive. Your daughter, and I have her safely hidden away.”

The Bolar roared “Now I will have You both.” He reached out and grabbed Tinker in his black clawed hand and held her up before me. “You shall know of her death before I defeat you. And you shall feel the pain of loss, and guilt as your punishment.”

The truth reveled itself to me then.“Boalr, you can never defeat me. A demon like you can never defeat someone with pride and integrity. Knowing the ones I love, love me in return fills me with pride. Knowing what I must do, not for them but for me confirms my integrity. Knowing that those I love are safe from you gives me more power than you will ever understand. I hold as my highest value those that I love and for them I banish you from existence”.

I plunged the dagger deep. Feeling the blood fill my lungs I could still see as the Bolar cried out in rage, as his body vaporised into oblivion.

Tinker was at my side as I lay on the cavern floor. Knowing that they were safe, it was the best day of my life. It was the last day of my life. It was the first day I ever felt free. There was no pain as I looked into her eyes for the last time, only the pleasure of knowing they were safe. less

Posted Jun 7, 07 by LVbianSynic
Ah!! My favorite stories are those that deal with the inner demon!
You, Smokescreen, are a writer who knows his way around the shadows.

Posted Jun 6, 07 by Dugalwest
Integrity triumphs over evil! Let's hope a bit of that happens in the real world, too!

Posted Jun 5, 07 by Idaho
Woow, dramatic ending! Loved it!

Posted Jun 4, 07 by Smokescreen
Part two
Please scroll down and read part one first.
I walked for three days and nights though the smoke and shell shocked earth that made up the battlefield. The sun never penetrated the gray haze of the endless desolation that laid before me. Just black more...

Posted Jun 7, 07 by LVbianSynic
Holy bejeezus, you've totally gone to town on this!!
Off to Part III~

Posted Jun 4, 07 by Idaho
The plot thickens! And darkens... good stuff!

Posted Jun 4, 07 by pendragon
The trouble had started a long time earlier but became impossible to ignore when Santa Claus, the icon of Christmas spending, had been hijacked and his sled sent crashing into the Double Wish Mountains.

The two mountains collapsed so suddenly, within more...

Posted Jun 6, 07 by Dugalwest
Poor Pinocchio! You've really covered the fairy-tale terrain here, Pendragon. I hope the restraining order works, but I have my doubts. ;-)

Posted Jun 5, 07 by LiveVideoWritingChallenge
Ha!!! Gotta LOVE fairy tales, man. They're just SO beyond reality.

:-(

Posted Jun 4, 07 by Smokescreen
It all seems so familiar to me somehow. I hope it's just a fairy tale that we can all wake up from. Very nice.

Posted Jun 4, 07 by pendragon
Howdy Idaho
Greetings from Europe. The happy ending is up to us to make true.

Posted Jun 4, 07 by Idaho
Just a story, I reassure myself.....
Stories have evil kings, and nooobody would brick someone into a bombshelter to preserve their life and freedom....
We won't allow such behavior in real life... right?
Scary story Pen! Hope it has a happy ending.

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