read bottom bolded section of this post! added November 11th
this is a simple competition to see who can write the best story please read rules before making your entry.
RULES
1. no sexual content what so ever, no sexual jokes no nothing.
2. must comply with halo mods rules
3. must be atleast two pages long, it can be pretty long but remember if its to long you might lose the attention of the readers.
4. must be a download able MS word, notepad or word pad.
Theme
It may be themed on anything you like video games, life or a tactical war.
remember no sexual content whatsoever.
all entry's will be publicly judged in a week long poll.
Remember all entry's due by November 10th if you wished to be judged
thanks for reading this hope to see your entry!
READ THIS ADDED NOVEMBER 11th!
there is a 10 day pole running to decide who won, if you have a entry you did not submit post it and PM me within the next 24 hours. that is all and may the best writer win!
STORY COMPETITION
STORY COMPETITION
thanks for the sig dagger12 ill give you something someday, maybe.
My story:
He was locked and loaded. The lightweight M4 in his hands was ready to kill. His black combat boots were ready to stomp, his black, heavy Kevlar was ready to deflect, his pistol at his side was aching to assist him. His team was all ready, ready to kick some ass. There were various sounds around him, sounds of chambers slamming shut, clips being shoved into their appropriate positions, gear being adjusted, and radios being tested. Their mission was simple; neutralize enemy hostiles, search grounds for any hostages, and defuse any bombs planted. Simple enough, almost sounded like childs play compared to the combat he's seen, as this was almost an ordinary day for him.
The formation of the assault was simple, groups of 3 go through the various locations of the enemy territory. Squad 1 would be going through the canyon, and entering the front door to the house. Squad 2 was assigned flank; go to the left of the house and through the gate, and try to get in through the back door. Squad 3 was assigned backup and cover; staying behind in the canyon with snipers and try to shoot out any hostiles attacking the assault group. Once Squad 1 and 2 had gained entry, Squad 3 would cover the perimeter. Sniper on roof, and 2 assault-men covering the front and back. There was backup team that would go through the tunnel systems below the house in case of an emergency that called upon backup. They would remain in the system until called upon. The plan was fool proof. There were believed to be 8 terrorists throughout the house, and some around it based off of the satellite images sent back from headquarters. They are believed to be heavily armed, and extremely dangerous. They have been known as some of the most dirty terrorists around, and were very skilled at what they did. However, they were no match for the 12 highly trained special operations group headed their way.
The counter terrorist commander gave the order to strike, and the 12 soldiers were on their way. All of them but the backup team headed straight, through the tunnel leading into the canyon in which held the house of terrorists. The back up team took a left and headed for the tunnel system. The deep tunnel carved into the canyon wall stretched on for a while, their footsteps echoing repeatedly as they ran through, their breath hardening as they came closer to the exit. As they came near the opening, they slowed down, and tried to be as stealthy as possible. Squad 3 made their way to the left, to take cover behind rocks and ready their snipers. Squad 2 kept going straight until their backs were up against a canyon wall, safe from enemy fire that might ensue. Squad 1 remained next to the tunnel exit, hidden behind the rocks, waiting for the battle to commence so that they can get a clear sprint to the front doors.
His sniper was locked and loaded, his scope set accordingly, and was now pointed at the large, front window of the house. His hands were steady as a cold bead of sweat ran down his face. It was hot in the canyon, and the calm silence was intense. Just then, he saw a head pop into his view.
He cocked his shotgun with a loud clanking sound, and commanded his squad of 2 to ready their weapons, and their minds. They would run to the gate as soon as they were ordered to. They were ready to fight.
His M4 was screaming to kill. He wanted to get into action, and this silence was killing him. Squad 1 always had to wait the longest...Why couldn't he have been on the frontal assault assignment? Why couldn't he have been in Squad 2? His companions were hunched behind the rock, watching the snipers take cover and stare at the house.
BANG! The front window broke and they saw the head of the terrorist almost explode with blood. Head shot. Squad 3 had made their move, and the terrorists were now alert with the presence of the counter assault team. They heard the cry of the commander, screaming over the radio to attack. Squad 2 made their way toward the gate, and so far had no encounters with the terrorists. They crouched by the gate as they heard the snipers taking their shots at the hostiles, while watching Squad 1 make their way up to the front door. Just then, the gate squeaked open, and a terrorist came out. All 3 of them fired at him and his body was horribly mangled by shotgun and assault rifle fire. They made their way through the gate, and upon doing so, were fired upon. The man in the front of the 2nd squad was shot in the face, and fell down to the ground. The other 2 hid behind some crates assembled next to the gate. They popped their weapons out occasionally and opened fire upon the 2 terrorists who were squatted near the gate. They took them down quickly, and made their way to the back door.
Squad 1 was running toward the front door. The support sniper team had taken care of the man camped behind some boxes, protecting the front door. The squad made their way into the house quietly. One man was ordered to stay at the door, so no one could come in and kill them from behind. As the 2 members of squad 1 made their way into the house, there was a living room next to the doorway at the end of the hall. The other squad member stayed in the living room, weapon pointed at the stairs in case another terrorist decided to come down the stairs. Squad 2 needed to hurry up and neutralize the top floor... fast. The last remaining squad member made his way into what was believed to be the kitchen. He passed the sink, and was hit in the back of the head. He felt light and suddenly drowsy; his eyes lost their ability to see, and his legs grew weary. He passed out on the floor.
There was a thump in the kitchen.. like a body had just fallen. The man posted in the living room went to investigate, and saw a man, a terrorist, looking over the passed out body of his companion - pistol pointed at the head. The squad member shouldered his rifle and silently un-holstered his silenced pistol, aimed quickly, and squeezed the trigger of his pistol. The bullet flew out of his weapon, went through the back of the terrorist, and tore apart his heart. He fell on the floor, and the counter terrorist quickly hid his team member under the stairs for now, to keep him temporarily safe.
Squad 2 was now making their way into the back entrance of the house, into the bedroom on the top floor. They had put the silencers on their M4's, to avoid attention if a curious terrorist member had heard the slightest sound of their steady footsteps. The 2 made their way through the bedroom, checking the bathroom for any hostiles. It was clear, and they were safe to leave the room and go into the upper floor living room. They spotted a hostile near the computer in the room, looking over the dead body of his comrad, who had been shot in the head with what seemed to be a sniper rifle. Upon seeing the terrorist, the squad members heard gunshots, and suddenly felt weak, and fell on the floor. They had been shot. One of them had just enough energy to make a radio call for the secret support team to come in. Just after making the order, the terrorist kicked him in the face, silencing him.
They were sitting in the tunnel. They had made their way through the system, and were now upon the exit latter near the house. One of their radios buzzed with the command to attack the upper floor, and at that moment, they were flying up the ladder and near the upper entrance of the home. They made their way up the stairs swiftly and un noticed, pushed open the door, and took out the hostile staring at the 2 dead bodys of Squad 2. They had made thier way through the upper living room, and walked down the stairs to the awaiting Squad 1. They were to make their way to the garage, where the hostages were being held. Being the last room of the house, it would probably hold the most terrorist forces.
Boom. The kick of his rifle sent the bullet flying into the head of the terrorist on the roof, and Squad 3 was ready to make their posts around the house. First squad member was to climb onto the house, second squad member was to stay at the entrance of the door, and the other was to stay in the back of the house to make sure no one got away. The squad leader had gotten a radio call from the backup team and Squad 1 that they were about to make their way into the garage, and to radio them when they were positioned, so they could make sure no one but the counter forces got in or out.
"Roger that, we're in position", buzzed the radio of Squad 1 leader, and they were ready to make their way into the garage. They formed a line, and walked into the hallway leading to the garage. The man in the front poked the door open, and threw in a flashbang to stun the enemy's eyes. They heard a loud bang, and screams from the terrorist forces. There must have been 3 or 4 more of them in there, throwing off their estimate. Not that it mattered, the battle was almost won. They charged in and crouched behind some boxes in the garage. They saw a coulpe terrorists crouched behind the vehicle in the garage and took them out while they were blinded. They scanned the room for the hostages but saw no signs of them. They had to be upstairs... They quietly walked through the garage, 2 had stayed in the lower room of the garage while the remaining 3 went up the stairs to take out the rest of the hostile forces.
They walked up slowly, but saw no terrorists... Just then, they saw the broken vent to their right. Shit. They got away. Just then, they heard 2 loud bangs followed by screams of a foreign language. "Squad 3 to Squad 1, hostiles taken down.", "Rodger that, freeing hostages, Squad 1 out.". The two squad members were approaching the hostages, encouraging them to follow them. The hostages seemed hesitant, and suddenly, pulled out assault weapons and took out the 2 counter terrorists. The forces in the bottom floor of the garage went up to investigate, and were shot while walking up the stairs.
Squad 3 heard the shots and radioed their team mates, and got nothing back. They stood in confusion for a moment, and all 3 had agreed to go in and check out the house. They all met at the front entrance, and upon entering they found 2 AK-47's pointed at their faces.
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Just a first draft, I might improve it a bit. I apologize if it's kind of sloppy, I wrote it in about 30 minutes. If you want me to post the document, I will do so. I wasn't quite sure what to do cause in your last topic you said to just post it.
He was locked and loaded. The lightweight M4 in his hands was ready to kill. His black combat boots were ready to stomp, his black, heavy Kevlar was ready to deflect, his pistol at his side was aching to assist him. His team was all ready, ready to kick some ass. There were various sounds around him, sounds of chambers slamming shut, clips being shoved into their appropriate positions, gear being adjusted, and radios being tested. Their mission was simple; neutralize enemy hostiles, search grounds for any hostages, and defuse any bombs planted. Simple enough, almost sounded like childs play compared to the combat he's seen, as this was almost an ordinary day for him.
The formation of the assault was simple, groups of 3 go through the various locations of the enemy territory. Squad 1 would be going through the canyon, and entering the front door to the house. Squad 2 was assigned flank; go to the left of the house and through the gate, and try to get in through the back door. Squad 3 was assigned backup and cover; staying behind in the canyon with snipers and try to shoot out any hostiles attacking the assault group. Once Squad 1 and 2 had gained entry, Squad 3 would cover the perimeter. Sniper on roof, and 2 assault-men covering the front and back. There was backup team that would go through the tunnel systems below the house in case of an emergency that called upon backup. They would remain in the system until called upon. The plan was fool proof. There were believed to be 8 terrorists throughout the house, and some around it based off of the satellite images sent back from headquarters. They are believed to be heavily armed, and extremely dangerous. They have been known as some of the most dirty terrorists around, and were very skilled at what they did. However, they were no match for the 12 highly trained special operations group headed their way.
The counter terrorist commander gave the order to strike, and the 12 soldiers were on their way. All of them but the backup team headed straight, through the tunnel leading into the canyon in which held the house of terrorists. The back up team took a left and headed for the tunnel system. The deep tunnel carved into the canyon wall stretched on for a while, their footsteps echoing repeatedly as they ran through, their breath hardening as they came closer to the exit. As they came near the opening, they slowed down, and tried to be as stealthy as possible. Squad 3 made their way to the left, to take cover behind rocks and ready their snipers. Squad 2 kept going straight until their backs were up against a canyon wall, safe from enemy fire that might ensue. Squad 1 remained next to the tunnel exit, hidden behind the rocks, waiting for the battle to commence so that they can get a clear sprint to the front doors.
His sniper was locked and loaded, his scope set accordingly, and was now pointed at the large, front window of the house. His hands were steady as a cold bead of sweat ran down his face. It was hot in the canyon, and the calm silence was intense. Just then, he saw a head pop into his view.
He cocked his shotgun with a loud clanking sound, and commanded his squad of 2 to ready their weapons, and their minds. They would run to the gate as soon as they were ordered to. They were ready to fight.
His M4 was screaming to kill. He wanted to get into action, and this silence was killing him. Squad 1 always had to wait the longest...Why couldn't he have been on the frontal assault assignment? Why couldn't he have been in Squad 2? His companions were hunched behind the rock, watching the snipers take cover and stare at the house.
BANG! The front window broke and they saw the head of the terrorist almost explode with blood. Head shot. Squad 3 had made their move, and the terrorists were now alert with the presence of the counter assault team. They heard the cry of the commander, screaming over the radio to attack. Squad 2 made their way toward the gate, and so far had no encounters with the terrorists. They crouched by the gate as they heard the snipers taking their shots at the hostiles, while watching Squad 1 make their way up to the front door. Just then, the gate squeaked open, and a terrorist came out. All 3 of them fired at him and his body was horribly mangled by shotgun and assault rifle fire. They made their way through the gate, and upon doing so, were fired upon. The man in the front of the 2nd squad was shot in the face, and fell down to the ground. The other 2 hid behind some crates assembled next to the gate. They popped their weapons out occasionally and opened fire upon the 2 terrorists who were squatted near the gate. They took them down quickly, and made their way to the back door.
Squad 1 was running toward the front door. The support sniper team had taken care of the man camped behind some boxes, protecting the front door. The squad made their way into the house quietly. One man was ordered to stay at the door, so no one could come in and kill them from behind. As the 2 members of squad 1 made their way into the house, there was a living room next to the doorway at the end of the hall. The other squad member stayed in the living room, weapon pointed at the stairs in case another terrorist decided to come down the stairs. Squad 2 needed to hurry up and neutralize the top floor... fast. The last remaining squad member made his way into what was believed to be the kitchen. He passed the sink, and was hit in the back of the head. He felt light and suddenly drowsy; his eyes lost their ability to see, and his legs grew weary. He passed out on the floor.
There was a thump in the kitchen.. like a body had just fallen. The man posted in the living room went to investigate, and saw a man, a terrorist, looking over the passed out body of his companion - pistol pointed at the head. The squad member shouldered his rifle and silently un-holstered his silenced pistol, aimed quickly, and squeezed the trigger of his pistol. The bullet flew out of his weapon, went through the back of the terrorist, and tore apart his heart. He fell on the floor, and the counter terrorist quickly hid his team member under the stairs for now, to keep him temporarily safe.
Squad 2 was now making their way into the back entrance of the house, into the bedroom on the top floor. They had put the silencers on their M4's, to avoid attention if a curious terrorist member had heard the slightest sound of their steady footsteps. The 2 made their way through the bedroom, checking the bathroom for any hostiles. It was clear, and they were safe to leave the room and go into the upper floor living room. They spotted a hostile near the computer in the room, looking over the dead body of his comrad, who had been shot in the head with what seemed to be a sniper rifle. Upon seeing the terrorist, the squad members heard gunshots, and suddenly felt weak, and fell on the floor. They had been shot. One of them had just enough energy to make a radio call for the secret support team to come in. Just after making the order, the terrorist kicked him in the face, silencing him.
They were sitting in the tunnel. They had made their way through the system, and were now upon the exit latter near the house. One of their radios buzzed with the command to attack the upper floor, and at that moment, they were flying up the ladder and near the upper entrance of the home. They made their way up the stairs swiftly and un noticed, pushed open the door, and took out the hostile staring at the 2 dead bodys of Squad 2. They had made thier way through the upper living room, and walked down the stairs to the awaiting Squad 1. They were to make their way to the garage, where the hostages were being held. Being the last room of the house, it would probably hold the most terrorist forces.
Boom. The kick of his rifle sent the bullet flying into the head of the terrorist on the roof, and Squad 3 was ready to make their posts around the house. First squad member was to climb onto the house, second squad member was to stay at the entrance of the door, and the other was to stay in the back of the house to make sure no one got away. The squad leader had gotten a radio call from the backup team and Squad 1 that they were about to make their way into the garage, and to radio them when they were positioned, so they could make sure no one but the counter forces got in or out.
"Roger that, we're in position", buzzed the radio of Squad 1 leader, and they were ready to make their way into the garage. They formed a line, and walked into the hallway leading to the garage. The man in the front poked the door open, and threw in a flashbang to stun the enemy's eyes. They heard a loud bang, and screams from the terrorist forces. There must have been 3 or 4 more of them in there, throwing off their estimate. Not that it mattered, the battle was almost won. They charged in and crouched behind some boxes in the garage. They saw a coulpe terrorists crouched behind the vehicle in the garage and took them out while they were blinded. They scanned the room for the hostages but saw no signs of them. They had to be upstairs... They quietly walked through the garage, 2 had stayed in the lower room of the garage while the remaining 3 went up the stairs to take out the rest of the hostile forces.
They walked up slowly, but saw no terrorists... Just then, they saw the broken vent to their right. Shit. They got away. Just then, they heard 2 loud bangs followed by screams of a foreign language. "Squad 3 to Squad 1, hostiles taken down.", "Rodger that, freeing hostages, Squad 1 out.". The two squad members were approaching the hostages, encouraging them to follow them. The hostages seemed hesitant, and suddenly, pulled out assault weapons and took out the 2 counter terrorists. The forces in the bottom floor of the garage went up to investigate, and were shot while walking up the stairs.
Squad 3 heard the shots and radioed their team mates, and got nothing back. They stood in confusion for a moment, and all 3 had agreed to go in and check out the house. They all met at the front entrance, and upon entering they found 2 AK-47's pointed at their faces.
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Just a first draft, I might improve it a bit. I apologize if it's kind of sloppy, I wrote it in about 30 minutes. If you want me to post the document, I will do so. I wasn't quite sure what to do cause in your last topic you said to just post it.
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gh0570fchurch
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Based off of a portion of Half-Life 2, starting with Alyx
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Dr.Cox wrote:gh0570fchurch has a mexi-stash. =D
Guys. Cut the crap now. This thread is only for submitting your stories and (if CE Mike wishes) for you to critique other's work.
I better not have to clean this out again.
I better not have to clean this out again.
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Dissolution241
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This is Part 1 of 2. I hope you enjoy. I should have the second and possibly third installment done this weekend. I wish I had more time to detail this and make it better. 
Covenant High Charity
Unknown Time, Unknown Date
Post Covenant Conflict
A group of five Grunts sat near the doorway, legs crossed, arms rested and heads leaning forward. They were sleeping and trying to catch up on some much needed rest from intense combat
Covenant High Charity
Unknown Time, Unknown Date
Post Covenant Conflict
A group of five Grunts sat near the doorway, legs crossed, arms rested and heads leaning forward. They were sleeping and trying to catch up on some much needed rest from intense combat
thank you beef it is to post and disscuss the storys. and lol dissolution nice. i cracked up at end.BEEF!!! wrote:Guys. Cut the crap now. This thread is only for submitting your stories and (if CE Mike wishes) for you to critique other's work.
I better not have to clean this out again.
thanks for the sig dagger12 ill give you something someday, maybe.
Re: STORY COMPETITION
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(12:18:11 AM) GTAF: DAMNIT GIR WE ARE ON THE SUBJECT OF VINCE'S DICK.
sorry a little late but it is time for judging i will add the names of the people who entered into a pole in here in a sec sorry i didn't have tih sup yesterday i was gone at a doctors appointment a ways out of town without my computer so i hope you understand.
thanks for the sig dagger12 ill give you something someday, maybe.
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auerhantheman1
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Edit:
Deadline. Oops.
Well, enjoy anyway.
Alright... here's a story that I am working on for my Creative Writing class. It has to be between 2500 and 10000 words... recommended 3000. It's supposed to be focused on character and plot development.
The story isn't complete. What I have here is the beginning and the end of it. The ending may in fact be changed.
And no, this has nothing to do with Halo.
As her right eye focused intently through the scope of the M107 Barrett sniper rifle, Jessica did her best to control her breathing. The brisk air made it difficult to focus. Jessica quickly learned that steadying a rifle was much harder to do with a shivering body.
Jessica locked the bipod to keep the rifle from moving. She pulled the bolt back and a bullet popped up into the chamber, resting perfectly in place, awaiting its pre-determined fate.
Her breathing slowed to a halt. Her heart rate slowed as well, nearly stopping. Her nimble finger applied the softest pressure to the trigger. The hammer fell forward, pushing the bolt firing pin into the primer of the bullet, igniting it.
Fire erupted from the end of the M107 as an explosion propelled the bullet forward. Spiraling with the barrel
Deadline. Oops.
Well, enjoy anyway.
Alright... here's a story that I am working on for my Creative Writing class. It has to be between 2500 and 10000 words... recommended 3000. It's supposed to be focused on character and plot development.
The story isn't complete. What I have here is the beginning and the end of it. The ending may in fact be changed.
And no, this has nothing to do with Halo.
As her right eye focused intently through the scope of the M107 Barrett sniper rifle, Jessica did her best to control her breathing. The brisk air made it difficult to focus. Jessica quickly learned that steadying a rifle was much harder to do with a shivering body.
Jessica locked the bipod to keep the rifle from moving. She pulled the bolt back and a bullet popped up into the chamber, resting perfectly in place, awaiting its pre-determined fate.
Her breathing slowed to a halt. Her heart rate slowed as well, nearly stopping. Her nimble finger applied the softest pressure to the trigger. The hammer fell forward, pushing the bolt firing pin into the primer of the bullet, igniting it.
Fire erupted from the end of the M107 as an explosion propelled the bullet forward. Spiraling with the barrel
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Dissolution241
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JK-47's story was better. I didn't have enough time to make a good version or an update.
Yes, it was Halo Erotica and I plan on making a whole series. They're gonna be really sexy and it'll be good for when you're playing, especially with your friends or on xbox live...get you so pumped. The first couple novels will be romances and then they'll start to get more violent but still retain all the sexyness that was built up.
Yes, it was Halo Erotica and I plan on making a whole series. They're gonna be really sexy and it'll be good for when you're playing, especially with your friends or on xbox live...get you so pumped. The first couple novels will be romances and then they'll start to get more violent but still retain all the sexyness that was built up.
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reanimation-06
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I would write more, but it'll be too long...
And I hate writing, though I'm good at it...
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