CoLuvBight! ~Winners on last post!

iluvdogs111 · March 2011

Welcome one and all to the CoLuvBight Short Story Contest! What is it? A contest for all creative people. It’s easy, fun, and you could win a prize! Basically you will be writing a short, fictional story about a certain surprise topic. Right now you might be thinking, writing? How boring! But it’s really not. You have TONS of freedom here. Want to do something based on a true story? Write a mystery? Write the story from an animal’s point of view? Go ahead! As long as it somehow incorporates the theme, and follows the rules, you can write whatever you want. Rules-Don’t worry, there’s only a few! Follow VP’s general rules. No violence, bad language, etc. 600+ words. It sounds like a lot but it’s not that hard. Have your entry submitted by April 15th. We won’t accept any after that date. Judges Frostbight8 Coconaur Luvy (me) Prizes 1st Place- 400k, <a href="http://virtualpups.com/index.php?r=dog/view&id=369316&view=1"; target="_blank" class="bb-url">5oak dog,</a> 8x4 Labrador puppy, free avatar, 3 free trainings 2nd Place- 200k, <a href="http://virtualpups.com/index.php?r=dog/view&id=1883828&view=1"; target="_blank" class="bb-url">Unnamed GSD,</a>8x4 Labrador puppy, free avatar, 1 free training 3rd Place- 100k, free avatar, 8x4 Labrador puppy, 1 free training And the theme is………..drum roll please…………… The Four Seasons! That’s right! You can create any short story as long as it focuses on one season. Spring, Summer, Fall, or Winter. Be creative! As long as it someone incorporates the theme, such as the beginning of spring or an exciting winter holiday, you can write it. You need to tell us what season you will write about and somehow mention it in your writing. Form-Fill this out to enter! Player Name: Season Choice: Players Entered MssgMeAnytime {Submitted} Emmezoe {Submitted} Mad Dingo {Submitted} Niscus {Submitted} Rock_N_Roll_Queen {Submitted} WINNERS WILL BE ANNOUNCED TOMORROW ON THE LAST POST. THANK YOU TO ALL WHO ENTERED!

Lkmnpo100 · March 2011

Player Name: on vp: Mssg~Me~Anyime Here MssgMeAnytime Season Choice: winter

Mileysmybaby · March 2011

Form- Player Name:Mysterous Love Season Choice:Summer

iluvdogs111 · April 2011

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Lkmnpo100 · April 2011

do we message you are entries, or post them here?

EmmeZoec · April 2011

ill try and do it becasue it looks fun Form- Emmezoe Player Name: Emme+Zoe Season Choice:Summer

iluvdogs111 · April 2011

You can post here if you want.

Frostbight8 · April 2011

Just posting so this goes on the "view your posts" panel. That way I can watch it better.

MadDingo · April 2011

Does it only have to be one season? Player Name: Majestic Gryphon Season Choice: not sure yet The Lonely Puppy All my life I sat in a in closed spaces. I was born in a kennel with 5 pitbull siblings in the dead of winter. I was thrown away in a box and left to die out in the snow and friggid snow. I was picked up by strange men in uniforms and catch poles and thrown into a kennel. The kennel was my longest home. Seasons changed and for the next year I sat in a kennel waiting for womeone to choose me. I watched every day as two legged creatures walked by my enclosure touched the caged and left. Lots of other puppies were chosen but never me. I would howl at nights and wish I had something soft to lie on. When I would dream it would always be of a huge meadow and lots of trees to mark. I would run and run with other dogs and just enjoy the sun on my back. A young two legger would run with me and throw a ball or a stick and chase me as I kept it away from him. Oh how I wished for home for me to belong to. I found that when I awoke that it never happened. I got angry and bitter. When people would aproach my cage I would bare my teeth and growl. No one ever stayed long in front of MY pen. Why look at me if you are not taking me? They had NO right! I could start to understand a few of the two legged's words such as 'adopted', 'put down', and the one I loved the most 'going home'. One after noon I when the leaves were outside changing I heard some people near my cage saying 'put down' and 'never find a home' and realized they were talking about me. When they walked by I waged my tail to try and please them. Maybe if I acted really nice they wouldn't put me to sleep. Then they said 'We will see in a week if he is not adopted then he is a dead dog.' I was so sad for the next hour or so. I looked outside again to see a few leaves falling. How was I going to get adopted? That day I went up to everyone who came to my kennel wagging my tail and whining hopeing someone would take me. All these two leggeds wanted was puppies. Young adorable little puppies. I was big, older...oh yeah, and a pit bull! Couldn't mistake that fact. No one wanted me. It was hopeless. The next day a boy came by my kennel and looked in. His parents told him that he would love a puppy or something less big. The boy didn't say anything but didn't leave. I slowly got up and walked gingerly to the front with my head down and tail waging. His hand pressed up the the fencing and I licked them softly. The boy giggled and pressed his face up for me to lick it as well. 'I want this one' he said. The parents were not very happy but had promised the boy that he could choose. I was SO excited I started barking and running in circles around my pen while waging my tail and panting. The workers got me out of the pen and I went up to the boy and licked him till he fell. I lay on the floor to be closer to him while licking him. The parents filled the paper work out and asked the boy what he wanted to call me. 'Sampson' he said and wrapped his arms around my neck I sat there until he was done and went with them out to the car. When we got home i couldn't believe my eyes..or nose! It was a big farm with horses and cows. There were pigs and sheep and a whole lot of chickens! 'Come on Sampson I'll show you around'. He led me all over and then I saw the meadow. I looked out into it and he started to run. I chased him and he kept running and running. I was so happy that I had finally got a home. We went back to the house and I was given some treats and was shown up to the boy's room. He patted the bed for me to jusmp up on and I lay there while he pet me. How did I ever get so lucky? Fall turned to winter-my least favorite season- and winter to spring. The boy took me out on a boat in the summer and he did something odd with a stick and some string. I just laid in the sun and enjoyed my new home. That summer however something went horribly wrong. It all started with the mail man watching me more closely. He would slowly stalk up the porch and see how close he could get to me before I stood up. I was confused but never went up to him. The people had a doggie door and I would frequently step outside and relieve myself as doing it in the house would result in punishment. When I went out one night the mail man was climbing in the window. I ran to it and grabbed his leg, he screamed and fell out the window. He came at me flailing his arms and kicking me in the head. I growled and barked at him and the people turned the lights on. The mail man ran and the people were confused at why I was barking and told me to come inside and be quiet. The next morning the mail man cam and knocked on the door. The people came out and were shocked to see that he had been bitten! They told the boy to call 911 and have the police come here. When they got there they grabed my with long poles and shoved me in a small crate. Why were they doing this?I was taken to the pound and was to be put down in 5 days. What did I do? The night I was to be put down the mail man robbed the family and the dad caught him as he slept downstairs so he wouldn't hear his boy cry. He punched the man and called the police. The mail man was arrested and the dad asked to get me back. The police informed him I had probally been put down but the family searched all the next day in every pound they could find. Finally they found where I was being kept and were relived to find the place had put off placing me down due to other scheduled events. I came out of the kennel running at the boy and placing kisses all over him. We went home hwere we lived happily ever after as the seasons passed and I was always with my best fiend. A pit bull with his boy and never lonely again.

Frostbight8 · April 2011

I'm not really sure.. I guess if your passage makes sense there really isn't a reason why you can't include more than one. What do you think, Luv?

iluvdogs111 · April 2011

I don't mind if you include more than one. You can get creative!

Finster2 · April 2011

I'm thinking about entering. It sounds really fun.

Finster2 · April 2011

I MADE UP MY MIND I'm keeping my baby...XD I'mma enterrrr. Player Name: Finster22 Season Choice: Winter

Finster2 · April 2011

I have a few questions: When is this due? Due we post our finished stories here? Are there any other requirements besides the season thing? o.o How many words look do they have to be, minimum? Thanks!

iluvdogs111 · April 2011

600+ Words. Don't worry, we won't be counting the words or anything, but that's a general idea of how long it should be. Nope, just be creative, and you can post your stories here for all to read or pm them to on of us. Due by April 15th!! Only 9 days left!!!

Finster2 · April 2011

I'd better get to work!:D

PurpleChicken · April 2011

Player Name: on vp: Purple Chicken Here: purplechicken Season Choice: fall Amazing idea guys (: I can donate 100k, I dont know where to send it. Or Luvy you can take it from our shared account.

iluvdogs111 · April 2011

Thanks so much Ren! I'll get the money when the time comes. EDIT We (the judges) came up with a score sheet. After you pm or post your story, we will read and score it. We will then announce the winners. After you get your prizes we will pm you your score sheets so you can see how you did and how you can improve!

MadDingo · April 2011

I posted mine on my first post

Rock_N_Roll_Queen90 · April 2011

Oh! I'm entering Player Name: Rock_N_Roll_Queen Season Choice:Summer

iluvdogs111 · April 2011

Thanks, updated! Less than 1 week left to enter and get your stories submitted! :arrow:

PurpleChicken · April 2011

Im going to have to withdraw )=

Niscus · April 2011

Player Name:Niscus Season Choice:Summer

Niscus · April 2011

The Day that My heart sank

Niscus · April 2011

Niscus wrote:

My heart sank

Hurry Mum i yelled in excitement it was the day to get my first puppy "im coming she replied" as i climbed in to the car i held on my knee the puppies new collar,bed,lead,bowl and blanket "now you know this is costing alot dont you so you can only have one" she said sternly i completley understand i spoke as i wound down my window as i was getting too hot" The owner of the dog says that the puppies have had their injections so we can walk her as soon as we get her. we arrived there after about 1 hour driving "are you sure this is the location the house looks deserted" i spoke well "this is the address she gave us" mum replied as i got to the door i looked more worried than ever the doorbell was full of cobwebs i pressed once and waited for a reply a little weird woman with a glass eye "do you have the puppies for sale" my mum spoke to her genlty "oh yeah come in my dears" she told us with a little squeaky voice, as we walked in the house was pitch black she guided the way to a tiny cage with about 4 puppies in they was all squashed together and looked like mutts although she had said they was dogo argentionos but we completley trusted her all the pups had walked to the front of there tiny cage to greet us apart from one "whats up with him" i asked the old lady "im not really sure my dear he never responds to anything" she replied "please may i hold one" i asked "yeah sure you can" she spoke i whistled for them to come to me but the little one at the back didnt understand me for some reason i also placed my hand in front of him to smell me before i touched i slid him towards me and picked him up i noticed him eyes was kind of blurry but i didnt think anythink of it "the condidtions they are in are terrible no water no food a cold cage floor to sleep on" i whispered to my mum "im sorry darling i wish we could take them all in fact i think we will they will be better off with us " she whispered back in my ear "okaii we will have them all please" my mum spoke to her sternly as we placed them in the car they all was so excited to get out of that house on a summer day like this they was bound to be sweating after the 1 hour drive back home i placed all the puppies in the garden they all loved it apart from the little one who i now named trouble "we should get trouble checked out mum he seems a little off"i spoke to her while watching the pups chase each other I got him ready to be taken to the vets Trouble please the vet Simon called he started to examine his eyes and to see why he wasnt responding to me at all "he is deathand partially blind im afraid to tell you" i burst into tears as he spoke all this time that he was suffering and we didnt know I decided to take him home and all the time off from school i decided to train him with hand signals because he could only see a little bit 5 years passed and he knew every trick in the book the only problem was his eyesight was getting worse so we decided to take him to be put to sleep this was the only option for him to take away all his suffering i held him in my hands as he lay there peacefully ! the end thanks for reading

Rock_N_Roll_Queen90 · April 2011

The Summer's Meadow The trees danced in the wind, as another summer breeze passed through the meadow. Under me, the bay horse snorted and stomped his hoof. "Easy Scammy boy, we'll get going in just a moment" I said to the gentle gelding. I watched the treeline as a doe and her small, spotted fawn came to get a drink of water from a nearby stream. The doe elegantly raised her head and sniffed the warm, summer air, while the fawn ran a circle around her mother. Scammy once again snorted, clearly getting bored. Hearing the snort, the doe nudged her fawn and they pranced back to the forest. I nudged Scammy with my heel, pushing him into a walk, and then into his choppy Standardbred trot. As we went along, I could feel Scammy trying to gather speed, and pull on the reins. I had never gone faster than a trot, I was nervous to go any faster. I had a lot of trust in that little guy, so I nudged him into a canter, and then into a gallop. It was the most exilerating feeling I've ever had. I could smell the scent of the sun-kissed grass, as Scammy ran over it. The warm summer wind made my hair go everywhere. I laughed out of pure enjoyment. The whole world seemed to be alive in that moment. Birds were singing, and the sun was shining. I knew Scammy could keep going longer, since he had at one time been a harness racer, but I wanted to keep this day going. I didn't want to hurry back to the farm, I wanted to savor every moment I could get of this blissful summer's day. I slowed him back to a walk, and let him lower his head to relax. Dusk was beginning to come, the sun low in the sky. The nearby forest began to get quiter than it had been. The only noises I could hear were Scammy's soft hoofbeats, and the saddle creaking. He slowly walked back to the farm, his hooves clip-clopping on the paved driveway. I dismounted and groomed him before putting him out in the pasture. Once he was free, he ran and bucked all over the place. Being the pasture bully, he trotted up to Dasher, a black Quarter Horse, and bit him on the rump. He then ran off, almost playing like a young puppy, teasing the other horses. I laid down in the cool grass, and watched the horses play as the sun slowly set. The sky was ablaze with pinks, reds, and oranges. It was my version of the perfect summer day. A soft breeze blew through the pasture, making the wildflowers sway back and forth, and the horse's tails delicately dance. As it grew darker, I knew it was time to go, but I simply didn't want to. It was a warm night, so I stood and entered the pasture and climbed into the round hay bale holder. I slept there all night, listening to the horse's gently breathe..... I slowly woke up from my memory of "the good ol' days", back when everything was normal. And life seemed to last forever. Six years have passed since that day, as well as that handsome little horse. He now rests peacefully in the meadow, surrounded by wildflowers. Scammy wasn't my horse, he was my aunt's, but on that summer day, it felt like he was all mine. They say you're alotted one special horse in your lifetime, I'm glad to say that I met mine. Note I'm sorry that the sentences aligned like that, I'm not sure why they did.

Finster2 · April 2011

I think I'll have to withdraw. I can't find the time to write a story of this length, sorry. I'm quite upset I cant do this. Maybe next time...: (

iluvdogs111 · April 2011

Are you guys still planning on doing this? Only 2 days left!

EmmeZoec · April 2011

This is the story of a young African Wild Dog named Meerkat that had just lost her whole family to poachers and she had to survive on her own all the while looking for a new pack she could call all her own. I hope you like it. (: The Story Of Meerkat I wake up and there is a warm summer breeze blowing across my back and I am instantly reminded of my mother. I see it all play back now the hunters in their humongous moving contraptions and those loud noise makers that killed the rest of my pack. They came out of nowhere with weapons I have never seen before they were long and slender with a think part their hands held onto and out of the end came these little things the size of a small pebble but ones on hit you, you were dead. They were always coming to. You could hear a loud pop and then see your mother or sister or brother anyone just fall to the ground dead or dieing. I was the only one out of 30 of us who made it out alive. I hid. That was what I was named for. Hiding like a Meerkat, just running and hiding any where I could find, in a hole, under a tree, even just running miles away. that’s what I did this time I ran as far and as fast as I could then just fell under a bush. Once I was certain I was well hidden I slept. I would wake up remember them, and then go back to sleep. This happened for two days until now. I could hear my stomach telling at me to eat and I knew I needed to hunt. I had hunted a few times before but never alone always with my pack and with the older members watching over me so I didn’t make a mistake. I was a fairly good hunter but still very inexperienced and young at the age of a year and a half even though I knew I would soon be leaving to find my own pack. I get out from under my bush and survey the area around me. I’m in a large clearing with a watering hole about 40 yards to my right and herds of animals every where. There are giant elephants with long noses and noble tusks, wildebeest with sharp horns and slender but powerful legs, giraffes standing on stilts picking leaves of the tops of the trees with their long tongs, and zebras a whole mish mosh of them all blending into one huge mass of black and white strips. I start to trot over to the watering hole with the hot African sun heating my beautiful quilt work fur with is patches of brown outlined in black and delicately placed over a lovely crème color. As I approach the watering hole none of the animals stir knowing that one little African Wild Dog could do any harm to whole herd of monstrous animal in comparison to me only weighing around 50 pounds of skin and bones. When I have quenched my thirst I start to wander of away from the large animals looking for smaller easer to catch game. When I’m far out of site I start to let what little hunting senses I have take over. I hear a far of cricket chirp, a gazelle chew grass, and then I catch it. The sent of a hare that past not to long ago. I stand and sniff until I have his sent engraved into my mind, I stat to fallow it. I go over a small hill through some trees smelling, tracking, and watching before I see what I am looking for. It’s the first lesson me learn even though we don’t catch many hares because they cant feed a whole pack but it was for when we were to go and look for our own pack, it was to look for the hares eye not his coat or color that easily blend in weather it be summer like now with the fresh green grass or spring with its dried brown grass, or even winter when there was no grass at all. I see him but he doesn’t see me, as I creep up silently until I some how make it to about 5 yards away before he goes still. His whole body tenses ready to flee at the first sign of danger, but I expected it and I was ready. I try to get a few steps closer but as I put my paw down he bolts just like I thought he would so I’m right after him, him running for his life, me running for my dinner. We tear across the field zigzagging right and left over fallen branches and around bushes, we weave through the trees before I pounce. I don’t think about it, I don’t think about me or my mother or all my dead pack members I just aim myself, forget myself, and fly through the air. I make contact with him and instantly grab his neck and snap it with a powerful twist of my jaws. Seconds after I hear the bones crack and then snap I feel the life drain out of him and almost feel bad for what I did when my stomach starts to growl and drool forms on my lips at the meal I have just caught. I bring him under a thick green bush so I could eat in peace and devoured every bite of his juicy, succulent meat I could. When I was done I chewed on his bones for awhile then went to sleep. When I wake up again it is late evening and that warm summer breeze had turned cold as if it belonged to fall. I get up and stretched out my muscles which had become stiff from sleeping so much and set out for the water hole. It takes awhile to find it but I find my way there, and when I arrived everyone is gone. I knew it was late and soon night hunters would come out with their venom injecting bites, or teeth and claws the size of the hare I had just eaten. Once I had drank my fill of the cool, crystal clear water I set about making a den in between a clump of trees and a large rock. I dig out a hole with a small opening to keep the warm air in and fell asleep full and content. When I wake up in the morning I am hit with that same pang of sadness I felt for my pack yesterday but this time I was able to reassure myself by saying that I could find a new pack, and that I would have been leaving the pack soon anyways. When I emerged from my den the plain had come back to life with animals drinking, grazing, eating, and the little baby animals playing with each other. After drinking go off to hunt again. This goes on for a few weeks as I lost track of time. Every day I would get up drink water, hunt and catch hares or even the rare gazelle, sleep under a bush, return to the clearing and drink, and then sleep till the morning where it would all happen again. I had grown more muscles and wasn’t as skinny anymore and I even got good at hunting when I decided that hares weren’t enough meat I needed bigger game. I woke up but this time the pang of longing barley came to me just a flash back of my mother and then a to do list started forming in my head. Today I was going to catch, kill, and eat a zebra because I was getting to be a good hunter and hares and gazelles weren’t good enough. I got a long drink while surveying the area around the zebra pack. They were in mostly open land with a tree with no leaves and a small rock. Suddenly I almost chocked on my water as I see my luck, a small bush that would hide me perfectly and I would be in striking distance of a zebra. I went as I normally would go for hunting because my mother once told me zebras were smart they know when something’s wrong and they know when danger is approaching. I sneak back behind some trees and made my way so I was parallel to the bush which was about 25 feet away. I get on my stomach and crawl to the bush making virtually no sound at all. When a rather small zebra comes near me I jumped for him and the race was on. Over two hundred pounding legs from fifty zebras all started moving together in unison. They were stampeding into who knows where when I spot a flash of brown, black, and crème to my right. Then two more were running up ahead of me to my left. Out of nowhere ten African Wild Dogs come shooting up all around me. Even though I was bewildered and don’t know who these African Wild Dogs were or where they came from I decide that I had put to much effort in to let my zebra get away, so I dig in harder, running faster then I ever had before. Somehow I work with these strangers, and for a moment we are all one. We all go after a slightly larger kill as there were more of us and I knew there would be more at the den. I dogged right as the front three moved ahead and some of the back runners moved to the right and left. We isolate the zebra from it herd and circled it so it had no escape. We are all growling and snapping now letting the excitement of a hunt take over our whole mind and body. I lunged for the zebras throat killing her instantly, but still feeling a pang of guilty as I remember my old pack and the weird two legged creatures and their loud noise making devises but it goes away when I remember that tease strangers have family to feed and not just them selves to take care of. As the zebra drops to the ground we start to dig in and eat our fill. When we are all full they start to pull the kill back to where I suppose their dens are, so I, knowing they had more mouths to feed I start heading back to my lonely den. All of a sudden a large male with a mostly black body only speckled with brown and crème steps in front of me and starts to growl. I was very confused so I stopped in my tracks thinking maybe he was mad I ate part of the kill and just realising now I wasn’t one of his pack members. He grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and started dragging me back to the half eaten zebra. I just fall limp until he stopped and everyone started dragging the zebra, so I thought he wanted me to help him bring food back to the dens just like they helped me hunt the zebra. We drag it about a half a mile through some woods where we meet and additional five pack members. I couldn’t help thinking how small this pack was compared to my old one as I head back to the clearing, but again the alpha male stopped me but didn’t growl. When I stopped he wagged his tail and I knew what it meant right away. I had found a pack. He had asked me to be in his pack and I could jump for joy right now. Then something truly magical happens, I see my sister. I thought every one had died but me, but there was my sister. I ran to here with a such wiggly butt I thought it would fall off. We licked each others faces and sleep next together every night. This went on for ever then the alpha female died so I took her thrown. A year latter the most amazing thing happened, I had 5 pups. There were three boys and two girls. Best of all I could name them all, and I named them after my family including my brothers, father, uncle, my sister, and of course my wonderful mother. My pups grew up big and strong and the males stayed while my little girls left to find their own packs. Year after year I had my litter of bright eyed, wet nosed, round bellied pups until the day I died at the ripe old age of seventeen, but you can bet that until my very last breath I ruled my thrown and most of all kept my new family safe from what I couldn’t in my old family though weird two legged creature with their big machine the rode around in and their loud noise makers that had murdered my family and all the ones I loved.

Mileysmybaby · April 2011

sorry

backing out

iluvdogs111 · April 2011

That's fine. If anyone else has changed their mind, you have until tonight at about 8pm EST to get your entry in. We are going to start scoring the stories, and winners will be announced tomorrow!

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