CONTEST 13: To be, or not to be? (4th Anniversary)

[Jaimie]

To be, or not to be? That is the question. -Hamlet

I think everyone on VWW is a writer, and therefore, everyone should take a stab at screenwriting. You have until the end of this week to submit a script written by only yourself featuring four characters. One winner will be selected by surprise judges and his/her script will be performed by two to four members of VWW to act out and be recorded.

The only requirement is that the script is relatively short in length, and features exactly four characters. The characters can be humans, cats, dogs, fairies, or a mix! Feel free to include bios with the characters, and have fun.

[Birdshadow]

I'm gonna take a shot at this.
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[Tavros]

I'll try. I can't say it will be good -shot-

[Daisykit]

Where do we post this? BTW, awesome with the word counter! ;D

[Hiddenflame]

I will be doing this, just give me time to make it.

[Nike]

I just might take a swing though I doubt it'll be too good.

[Mistsong]

Not my best work. It's supposed to take place in the 1800's. Here are the characters:
Jessica
Little Boy
Snoring Man
Jason

The Huntress of the Moon
The grass was silent in the windless night. The full moon glowed above the trees. Somewhere off in the distance, an owl hooted. Suddenly the entire forest grew silent. The grass rustled. Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
Then Jessica emerged. Her torn jeans were stained with
blood. Her hair was long, choppy, uneven, and streaked with poison green, like it had not been cut in years. She wore black leather boots, and her skin looked pale, almost transparent. Her worn-out black shirt had a faded laughing white skull printed onto it, as if it were happy about all of the horror the ghost that was wearing it was about to bring.
She moved swiftly, as silent as a tiger waiting to strike its prey. Then she came upon the old wooden house. It stood alone in the forest, away from the village and the other buildings people thought were safe from Jessica. The doors were nailed shut and the windows were closed, as if to keep out trespassers.
Foolish people. Jessica thought. They cannot stop me. She saw a small crack in a window, with two large, bright eyes that were filled with fear. Her next victim.
She slowly walked towards the door. Those wide eyes followed her, as if they knew she was aware of their presence.
Jessica stood face-to-face with the locked door that was nailed shut. She laughed. Their pathetic attempts just keep getting worse. Her body shimmered, and disappeared. Crunch! The grass in front of where she had been a moment before crumbled, as if someone was stepping on it. Jessica stepped through the door and into the house.
The house was not very large, just a small living room with two hallways leading in opposite directions. The sound coming from one hallway was snoring. From the other hallway came deafening silence.
Sneaking among the shadows of the rundown house, Jessica tip-toed through the first hallway. As she pressed her hand to the wobbly wall to balance herself, she could feel the snoring vibrating it like rumbling thunder. Advancing to the end of the hallway, she peeped through a door. There was a small bed with a chubby looking man sleeping in it. Every few seconds when he snored, the house shook. He is asleep. Perfect.
Jessica drew her trademark knife, stained with the blood of her past victims. She looked down the silent hallway, and saw a door at the end. The door opened just a little, and the eyes she had seen earlier peeped out. This time, there was enough light to see the rest of the boy’s face. His jaw dropped as his mouth screamed, but no noise came out. He just stood there paralyzed with fear.
Jessica raised her knife, and very slowly, as silent as a mouse, she crept toward the door. The boy did not move. He just stood there, waiting for her to come to him. She was three steps away...two steps...
The boy seemed to have gotten control of his body again. He passed out, with the image of Jessica raising her knife still resting in his mind.
***
The next day, a nearby village was bustling with excitement when they heard what happened to the boy who lived in a house in the woods. The “Huntress of the Moon” had come again, like she did every full moon to feed on the fear of children. The village lived in fear that there was no way to stop her.
Up in a tree branch hanging over the village, Jessica sat as she spied on the village. If only they knew how to stop me, Jessica thought with satisfaction. If only there was a way.
Every girl in the village had been rounded up and brought in for questioning. Like every other full moon, the police got nothing out of them, other than the fact that none of them was the Huntress of the Moon.
Jessica immediately began to plan her next attack. This time, she would haunt Jason, a young boy in the village. Like she did on every other full moon, she would go in, scare the life out of him, and slip out unnoticed.
***
The night of the next full moon finally came. On any of the other 27 days, when the moon was not full, the streets in the village would all be bustling with activity. But not on the night of the full moon. Not on the night of the Huntress of the Moon.
Jessica crept through the quiet streets. Every door had been boarded up, every window nailed shut, every shop closed. That was just fine with Jessica. That was just the way she liked it. Her knife felt heavy in her pocket. Her boots sent up clouds of dust from the dirt road.
She finally reached Jason’s house. She turned invisible and vanished inside. She entered a long hallway and walked down. She had spent enough time spying on Jason to know where he slept.
Jessica felt like a lion. Fast, strong, and impossible to avoid. She gently walked over to the second door on the left. For once, she did not need to step through the door. She gingerly turned the knob, and the door creaked open.
“Hello,” she said in a soft voice. “Who wants to feed me tonight?”
Jason sat up in bed, took one looked at Jessica, and laughed. “Who are you supposed to be?”
“I am the Huntress of the Moon,” Jessica replied, her voice growing louder with her impatience. “Fear me!”
He studied Jessica for a few moments, and seemed to make up his mind. “You can’t be the Huntress of the Moon,” he said flatly. “She’s supposed to be scary.”
Jessica did not feel like a lion anymore. She felt like a squirrel. Fat, dumb, and bright red. She drew her knife and raised it threateningly over the boy’s head. “Are you scared of me now?” she asked, her voice impossibly soft.
Jason took one look at the blood-stained knife, and said the last thing Jessica expected to hear. “No.”
Outraged and embarrassed, Jessica stormed out of the house and fled into the woods. For the first time ever, she went hungry during the night of a full moon.
***
They say today Jessica only haunts those who show fear. Ever since Jason saw her and lived, she never haunted another soul in that village. She ran away to another forest, where she could haunt another village forever. But one day, that village will have a fearless person, and Jessica will have to go to another village, and the Huntress of the Moon will become the hunted.

[nighttail]

Here's mine. It's a little childish though.

Characters:
Rico~Ginger Tom with Sunset coloured Sunglasses
Nigel~Gray Tabby With Cap,
Sid~Russian Blue with Studded collars(British Accent)
Stop Dragon~ Red Small Dragon with Stop Sign at end of tail(Evil/Arch Nemesis of VS's)

As for the british accent, I dunno. First, let me explain something.

VICTORY SCREECHERS

Chapter 1

A bright new day emerged. It was yet another beautiful day! A strange fettuccine shaped house lay at the end of Banana St. There were two cats in a bunk bed, and one in a banana shaped one. They reached for their trademark articles of wear. Then the ginger tom jumped out of his bed. Then he grabbed a box of cereal.

"Banana O's for breakfast!" He announced.

The two other toms climbed out of bed with huge grins on their faces. Then they all hurried downstairs. They readied their cereal, and the Russian Blue began to cook the bacon. He slammed his paws onto the handles of the frying pans, sending the bacon flying. The silver tabby tom was waiting with a knife.

"Kiyai!" He cried.

He threw the knife, and all bacon was caught onto the knife and the tip of the blade landed in a perfect bullseye on a red and white target.

The ginger tom took the knife from the target and put the bacon onto a clean plate.

"Woo hoo!" Cheered the silver tabby.

"Nigel," Started the ginger tom. "We shouldn't get too overconfident. The evil stop sign will still be able to get us no matter how good we are with that." He warned.

Nigel shrugged. "But we'll be ready...." Nigel jumped onto the table.

"Hey!" Complained the Russian Blue, as Nigel was standing in his cereal bowl, and splashed milk and cereal out of the bowl.

"And we'll destroy him this time!" Amazingly, Nigel wasn't the leader. The ginger tom, Rico was. Nigel was the nerd. Sid, the russian blue, was the tough guy.

"Still. We should always be careful." Mewed Rico. "We'll always need improvement."

This happened everyday. Everyday training for any day might be the big day of the big conclusion. However, they didn't know that the stop sign was now a stop dragon. Which was nearing closer, and closer.

Chapter 2

The Stop Dragon was about to wreck it's revenge. It's gameplan, go raid their house. It flew over the Victory Screecher's house, and spew a mighty fireball. Soon, all three toms came out, with their tails burning.

"YOW!" They yelled in unison. They blew on each other's tails. Soon, the flames went out.

"Thanks." They all said at once.

They all looked up at the Stop Dragon and glared.

"You!" Accused Sid. "You really had the nerve to come and burn our house? I mean, was that necessary?"

"Um, obviously." Nigel said, being the nerd. "He wanted to draw us out without getting his tail chopped off."

"Whatever!" Yelled Sid. He pulled a baseball bat from behind his back.

"How long have you been holding that?" Asked Nigel.

"Since breakfast." Answered Sid. He chucked the baseball bat at the stop dragon.

The Stop Dragon deflected it with a yawn. His shield was the stop sign.

"Enough child's play!" Growled Rico. He pulled a huge nuclear missle launcher from behind his back. It said, made in Iran.

"My thoughts are ." Mewed Nigel.

"Agreed." Mewed Sid.

"RAWR!" Rico fired a missile, it knocked the stop dragon out of the sky.

"My turn!" Nigel pulled out a gun. Ak 47.

Sid's eyes widened. "ARE YOU NUTS?"

"Of course not. The Stop Dragon is allergic to catnip. I'm firing that." Mewed Nigel. Then he fired. "Nah just kidding. It's a diamond bullet."

The Stop Dragon survived, but it's chest was severely damaged.

Sid walked up to it, punched it, then it fell dead. Rico poked it with a nearby stick.

"Yup. Dead-ed." Confirmed Rico.

They all smiled.

THE
END

Sorry if its long.

[Deleted]

Here's the characters.
Tigerclaw/star
Rouges (Make them voices in the background)
Scourge
Blackfoot
Stonefur(Skip. Kill a punching bag with Justin Beibers face on it)
Darkstripe
Firestar (Skip)

This takes place in Tigerclaw/star's veiw. Hope you like it!!!



Tigerclaw waited in the territory. As deputy of ThunderClan, it was his responability to organize patrols and all that. But not now. Today, he was meeting with some...allies. The massive tabby growled in satisfaction. He would soon rule over ThunderClan, ridding the forest of half-breeds and kittypets! And...Fireheart. That mangy mouse-brain! Tigerclaw growled at the thought of the orange kittypet. 'He nearly saw me with these rouges' Tigerclaw thought of when he had ran into Fireheart while coming to meet the rouges.

He heard a rustle and turned to see...The rouges. "When do we attack?" Night, a black tom, padded up. "Soon." Tigerclaw promised. "But, when you do, find an orange cat with green eyes. Whoever kills him shall be rewarded. Big time." Claw, another rouge, bared his teeth. "What reward?" The tan cat asked. Tigerclaw narrowed his eyes. "All in good time." The deputy growled. "For now, I won't tell." "Why not attack now?" Star, a pale she-cat asked. "Because, fool, not enough cats are out of camp," Tigerclaw snapped. "Soon, we will attack. And like I said, anyone who kills the orange cat, will be greatly rewarded."

. . .
"Kill these two half-clan apprentices." Tigerstar snarled. Half-clan appretices...Urg. Half-clans, period...Just no. These cats deserved to die. They could be spies for another clan. Loyalty was earned by bringing these half-clans to their death. "You'll have to kill me first, Tigerstar!" Stonefur spat back. Tigerstar flicked his ears. This cat had no loyalty. Tigerstar had given him a chance to live, and the fool turned it down. "Very well," Tigerstar growled. Then he turned to Darkstripe. "Kill him." Darkstripe quivered with joy, and leaped at Stonefur. The two toms wrestled. Tigerstar almost snarled out loud. Darkstripe was failing to kill Stonefur. "Get a move on, Darkstripe!" Blackfoot, Tigerstar's deputy, snapped. "You're fighting like a kittypet!"

But Darkstripe failed to do so. "Finish it." Tigerstar growled to Blackfoot. The deputy launched himself at Stonefur, Darkstripe following. The two TigerClan toms pinned down Stonefur, then bit him. Soon, the disloyal cat that could've lived, died. Tigerstar growled, "Good." Then, Blackfoot sat back and began to wash the blood off his paws.


"Traitor!" Tigerstar leaped at Scourge. The little black kitten was no match for the massive tabby. Tigerstar would kill him. But Scourge was fasted than Tigerstar thought. The black cat dodged out of the way. Before Tigerstar could turn around, there was a long gash on his chest. The pain!!! Tigerstar fell down. He began yowling, then stopped. He lost one life, then came back. Tigerstar thought it was over, but he lost another life. More followed. His screeches filled the air, his blood lapping at Scourge's paws. The pain was like fire, his heart stopping, his mind having a major headach. He saw spots, the pain...Tigerstar showed one sign of weakness. Something he thought he would never do.

Tigerstar looked over at Firestar, and though there was hatred, fear, and pain in his eyes, there was a hint of pleading. But before anything could happen, Tigerstar's muscles went limp. His heart stopped. The pain washed over him one last time...

Tigerstar was dead.



THE-END
(Word count: 548)

[Mistsong]

Did the contest end?

[Tigerpaw]

An hour wasted I was writing a story for this and I took and hour then I somehow pressed a button on th keyboard by accident and the page refreshed along with my story. *cries*

[Icetail]

i think i casn come up with something for this, but i am noity a really good writer.

[Icetail]

Nightsparkle- a shecat with twilight eyes, black with white stripes
Foxheart- reddish orange tom with green eyes
Cloverflash- a shecat with green fur and blue eyes
Blackfur- black tom with green eyes

The death of Foxheart
Nightsparkle walks out of the warrior den and yawns " what a beautiful day to go hunt my the lake. "

" very right Nightsparkle, let me go get Foxheart and Cloverflash! " said Blackfur

5 MINS LATER........................

" we haven't caught one thing yet! " complained Foxheart

" well if you would just shut up then maybe we could catch something!" yelled Cloverflash

" sssssshhhhhh!! shut up you guy i see something! " whispered blackfur

" let me get it! "Nightsparkle said then started to stalk after it

" not if i get there first! " said Foxheart

in about a min Foxheart was climbing up a tree to go after the bird

" get down from there! you are going to hurt yourself! " yelled Nightsparkle

" i am going after him, and you guys cant stop me from doing it! " said Cloverflash

Blackfur screamed after her " no! no! no! you are going to get hurt!!! "

before Cloverflash could get to the tree, Foxheart jumps from the tree into the lake.

"no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" yelled Blackfur,Cloverflash,and Nightsparkle

when they got him out they check for a heart beat

silence had fallen while they listened for it

"nothing, no heart beat at all. " Blackfur said

Cloverflash started crying while Nightsparkle picked him up to take back to camp........................................


THE END ( FOR NOW! )

[Waspwing]

First of all, Icepaw, don't double post.

Also, this thread is over a year old. Besides, Wildstar said in the first post that the contest would close at the end of the week. Which was, also, over a year ago. Your entry to this contest is not only a bump to the thread, but it's also a year too late.