First, I'd like to congratulate everyone who participated in the writing contest. I was impressed by a lot of your stories, and there were many close contenders, but as always, there must be a winner. So I'm proud to announce the winner as FJFSOM656 for [url=http://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/881481/174868806/0/0 ]his work[/url].

[i]Memories of the Past[/i] "Maybe this one will work. I hope it does. I hope... I hope..." -Initiating memory sequence- -The car was packed tight and guards were everywhere. "Maybe taking the tram was a bad idea," I thought, but I could never be too sure. "Did you hear the news? Russia threatened to nuke the U.S," spoke a middle-aged woman sitting next to me to an elderly man across from her. "We shoulda just pulled our troops out of there. Now we got them threatenin' to fire nukes? Because they ain't getting more oil than us? This world ain't got much longer with clowns like Pyzkatov running that country," the man replied. Nuclear warfare. It was a term many of us knew, many of us were expecting, but not as early as this. It was a scary thought, to think the entire world could end with one push of a button. I guess the chances of it happening have been increasing as the years go on and resources dwindle. I just hope the Committee realizes the research Bartholomew and I are doing could help with both of those problems. I got off the tram when it stopped. I didn't want to be on there for much longer. I pulled out that piece of paper given to me by Bartholomew before his plane left, which has an address on it, so I headed there. The sidewalks were more crowded than usual but the roads weren't. Strange. I finally made it to Grandoir Hall after going through that hell on the streets and was allowed entry when I presented my ID card. The Summit was already in session so I made it just in time. I walked down the ramp and heard one of the scientists speak. "Ladies and gentlemen, Head-Researcher Anthony Donalle. He introduced me and I was given applause. I wasn't worried about appearances though. I started right away. "Good evening. I'm here to present to you a pure, unrestricted, clean alternative to natural gas. Donalle Energy. Very renewable, very cheap, and very reliable. And the secret is Argon. We put an electron converter into the motor of a regular, unmodified vehicle and added an additional—" ERROR: Corrupted file detected. Searching... ... ... ... -Loading earlier memory sequence... ... ERROR: Corrupted file detected. "No! Goddamnit, I need another." The mysterious stranger walked tirelessly around the bunker looking for human skulls. "Suit busted, can't go up to surface. Need to restore civilization. Need memories." He opened up a door that lead to a storage room where over 400 human skulls fell out onto the floor. "Hmmm, yes, yes. This is the one. It has to be... SHUT UP, TRUDY! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M TRYING TO SAVE US! THIS IS HUMANITIES LAST CHANCE!" He shouted into the bunker but no response came. "Well maybe if you wouldn't have died you could be helping me. Ever think of that?" No response. He just put the other skulls back into the room and shut the door, hurriedly running back to the lab. "This one has got to be it. Please, I'm begging you... Please..." The monitor turned on and revealed a memory of whoever the skull belonged to. -Initiating memory sequence- -It was hard working for Girdle, but I knew Anthony needed this done. The research we were working on was too prized for any failure. We worked day and and day out on it so hopefully it would all be worth it. Anthony left for the Summit a little over 2 days ago, and I'm hoping he ma—" ERROR: Corrupted file detected. Searching... ... ... ... -ERROR loading earlier memory sequence. Please contact an administrator. "F*ck! Every single time! I need another. TRUDY, CAN'T YOU SEE I'M TRYING?! Why don't you go get shot again, huh?" The man walked back down the hall talking to the wind, looking for another skull... to look for more memories.

[spoiler]Well shit. Didn't realize this was going on. [/spoiler] Kaleb absolutely despised aircraft. They were so fragile, so weak. One thing goes wrong, and you have a disaster in your hands. Which was exactly what was going on at the moment. As the helicopter spiraled out of control, Kaleb pulled out his dog tags chain, where he kept a cross. He kissed it, and did he sign of the cross as the helicopter collided with the sand, kicking it up, wrenching metal, bodies and plastic all around Him. Things black out. He wakes up, eventually. It was night. He looked up, spitting the sand out of his mouth, coughing horrendously. "Shit! No, this can't be happening!" He shouts out as he sees the mangled ruins of the helicopter, he rushes up the cockpit, growing the door open and dragging the pilot out. Matthew was his best friend. He had been since pre school. They had enlisted together. [i]Why me? Why did I have to live?[/i] he though as he looked down upon the body of the person he had never expected to lose. He grabs his tags, tucking them into one of his pockets, and then does the same to the rest of the men in the helicopter. 11 -blam!-ing tags. All of them lost in one fell swoop. Kaleb felt tears running down his face. The tiny rivulets of salty liquid running down his cheeks. He stands up, grabbing his rifle and beginning his trek. It would be a 25 mile hike back to the Base. Then, there was the Taliban to account for. There was no help for him. No aid, no radio, nothing. [i]I am alone. [/i] Alone. Something he definitely did not want to be in the middle of the Iraqi desert. Something Kaleb had never been. Alone was a foreign concept. He had always had a friend to back him up. Or family, or some random Good Samaritan. He was alone. And nothing could help him. Only his feet and his rifle. Only Solitude and Isolation. And Kaleb was scared.

A "creepypasta" I wrote back in 2010 on this site. [spoiler]Hey guys. I haven't been on /x/ in about two weeks, because my life has been a torrent of fear and -blam!- after the incident. I'll explain. About two weeks ago I was on /x/ around 2:40am at home alone, keeping an eye on my little sister. My parents were out of town and I like to get scared, its a fun feeling. So I was on here reading the same scary pasta -blam!-, not really doing much of anything, and my downstairs window alarm went off. My dad is a musician with a lot of expensive equipment, so we have an alarm system that alerts based on the exact area that is being breached or affected. Anyway I recognized the sound for "downstairs window" and /x/ has me scared -blam!-less. I'm was just thinking -blam!- that, I am not about to go down and look around for some -blam!- ghost to eat my soul. But I remembered my little sister, I cant let some -blam!- get her (shes downstairs) so I opened my door and continued down the stairs into the pitch black area that is my living room, when I see him. Just standing there, looking at my alarm system, I assume trying to figure it out. He didnt notice me, and I really didnt know what to do. I was so -blam!- scared I decided to sneak into my sisters room and just lock the door and call the police, which is exactly what I did. They came surprisingly fast, and they had to bust my door of the hinges, they didnt want us coming out of the room. So it seems like the whole -blam!- department is at our house, and my 9 year old sister is scared -blam!-less. The police look around, and they see no one. They examined every single window in the house, and they saw nothing. However, the alarm system had been bypassed completely, and someone had managed to turn it off. Had I not called the police, no one would have known. The police saw foot prints leading up to a locked window, but nothing after that. I'm 18, but they made me call my aunt, closest relative, and we stayed with her. My parents were in Texas, but as soon as they heard they started to drive back, but it was still going to be two days. Anyway, my aunt had to go to some -blam!- up in Berkeley, which is 7 hours away, so we just went back to our house again. The alarm guy came and fixed the system during the day, so I wasnt really as scared. But what happened that night was the worst experience of my life. I wasn't going to let my sister sleep downstairs after that, and she didn't want to anyway, so she was going to sleep in my room on my bed, and I was going to sleep on the floor. My dad owns a gun, and I found it, but he keeps it locked in a case and he has the key on his set of keys, so it was useless to me. So all I had was a baseball bat, and it didn't make me feel very safe, so I didn't plan to sleep until I could I see the sun. So my sister watched finding nemo in my room and I just chilled and did some homework, eventually she fell asleep and I was reading up on the Romans when I heard it again. The -blam!- downstairs window. My heart completely stopped. And to make this true story MORE like a horror story? My cell phone was downstairs on the living room table. Im sitting here in my room feeling completely defenseless, and of course my sisters awake too, the alarm is loud. WAS loud. Who ever, what ever, was down there, -blam!- turned it OFF. Within 10 seconds. The alarm needs to be on for 30 for the police to come, so we were stranded. She knew it too. I remember her saying "Miles if I go to sleep will it be over?". I couldnt answer her. I didnt know what else to do, so I decided to put my ear against my door and listen. Then I heard it. The person in my house was climbing up the stairs twards my room. My life felt like some kind of story that is told to scare children. The person, or thing (to this day I honestly cant decide) climbed each step with about 4 second intervals, so it took the intruder about 30 seconds to get to the top. I heard the persons feet step right outside my door, the very familiar sound of the hardwood floor creaking at the spot I leave my room was unmissable. I knew this intruder was right next to my door, listening. I stood with the bat in my hand for probably 40 minutes before I started just screaming. I didnt know what else to do. I think I just screamed "GET THE -blam!- OUT WHAT THE -blam!- DO YOU WANT, HELP HELP WE NEED HELP IN HERE, THERE IS A FIRE, HELP", something to scare it away. I laugh when I think about that. After I screamed, I heard the person rest their hand on the door, slide it down the door, then walk down the stairs slowly and I figured downstairs to rob us. About 6 hours later I manned up (it was bright out) and I ripped my door open and decided to investigate, and of course call the police. I rushed through every room with this stupid ass bat, I dont even know what I was trying to accomplish. There was no sign of the intruder. My little sister at this point called him the "night shadow" and she said "she thought she knew who he was". That scared me more than anything. She said "he asked her to dance for him". To this day she doesnt remember saying it. Anyway, I called the police AGAIN and we waited out front. They came fast again, and investigated. This time they asked me something extremely scary. If I had burned my door. The police told me that my door had significant burns on it, like someone had tried to burn the handle and the hinges off, using a household lighter, to enter the room, but stopped about 10% short of the goal. I did the math, and that was right when it was getting bring out. I wasnt going to sleep there again, so the police had me contact my aunt again, and we stayed there again. My parents would be home at around 9am the next day. Heres when -blam!- gets even worse. The 3rd night. So Im sitting there in my aunts house thinking, how the -blam!- does someone even burn through a door? Why would someone try to burn through a door? Why not just break it down? The whole -blam!- sounded SO fake. No one I know close believed me, so I dont blame /x/ if you dont believe me either, it sounds stupid as -blam!-, and I wouldnt believe this -blam!- if I was reading it and not typing it, but it happened. Anyway, that night at my aunts I was contemplating all this -blam!-, when I saw him. This time, it was around 8pm so I was still a little bright out and EVERONE was awake. Had he followed me? So much -blam!- raced through my mind, but I saw the figure, standing on the sidewalk looking at my aunts house. I couldnt make out any distinct features, but I just inside KNEW it was him, and I KNEW something was very wrong with him. Then, he tilted his head, looked up at the sky and walked away. I managed to sleep, barely, but nothing else happened. Then my parents called. They got home around 6am and arrived at the block. Our street was blocked off, and they quickly saw why. Our house was on fire. They called me and my aunt rushed us to them, and we watched as about 80% of our house burned to the ground. Ive lost everything guys. We are literally currently living in two motel rooms until we can find another place to live. The firemen say it was an electrical fire, but I dont believe that -blam!- for a second. I took alot of pics of our burnt ass house, and ill upload them tomorrow. No more sightings of the rapist, but ill keep in contact. Its hard to get on here alot being in the same room with my sister, though.[/spoiler]

Here's a quickie. Hope it's edgy enough. [spoiler]He doesn't know how to fit in. However, fitting in means being a coward. It means becoming the essence of blind ignorance and corruption. He with his sphere of influence shields out his kindred, and the society of his breed. Nobody gets in, but anyone who isn't himself gets out easily. So he tarries on in a bustling void, with none to love and none love to give. A negative boon for not falling into the abyssal crowd. An eye for an eye, as they say. He is happy he chose the lesser of evils, but pain still makes itself stated. Only he cooperates with his curse in the way he does. So he remains alienated, either by choice or for the better of others. Chatter and words become a bait for him, but he knows better than to bite the hook, else he'll find himself in a skillet. He tells himself that he'll find people similar to him, but deep down, he knows it won't happen. The thousands of ghoulish faces he'd glimpsed at had no trace of hope for him. If he'd just find the ones most like himself, maybe some folk could enter the sphere. One of these days, pal. You'll get there. One day at a time. Just keep telling yourself that, bub. [/spoiler]

Silence...there was nothing to be heard except for the blood pulsing through his ears, and his raspy breath. It had been 14 days since he had abandoned the ship with the others. At first the coms were an uproar of activity in the pod as people fled the attack, but as the days went on they grew more and more silent. The last contact he had was with a young woman. She was scared, but calm. He thought briefly of the last thing she said before going silent..."I'm sorry". It was cold and his power supply wasn't going to last much longer, two days max. His food had run out and his water filtration system could not be powered anymore. He sat back and look into the emptiness of space and at the stars thinking...thinking of home. His beautiful wife, and his two beautiful daughters. A wave of sadness swept over him, not because he was afraid to die, not because he was alone, but because he didn't want them to be left alone, he was sad because of all the pain they would have to go through. As the tears fell he looked at his wife's picture...."I'm sorry"

Here is my official story. Hope you like it. [b][u]Behind Enemy Lines[/u][/b] [spoiler]Three guardians, a hunter blade dancer, a titan striker, and a warlock stormcaller, were circling a ketch belonging to the House of Winter. The space battle was taking place over Venus. "I got a skiff on my six!" yelled the titan, Haxx-56. "I'm on it." said Edward as he directed his star fighter towards his endangered friend. Edward launched four tracking missiles, everyone of them hitting their mark. "I can't do anything about those deflector shields. We're not touching that ketch." Gale examined the enemies' tactics. "One second.... bogie down! Haxx, you're good to go!" Edward turned to the ketch. "Now, let's see." Edward flew towards the ship's hull, waiting for his missiles to lock on. "Ed!" Gale screamed through the comms. Edward quickly looked out his left cockpit window. He saw an anti aircraft cannon on the ketch, it was aimed right for his ship! With one torpedo, Edward's engines were engulfed in flames! "Ahhh!" Edward's star fighter barrel rolled out of control. It smashed through the hanger bay. A lash of flames struck Edward's neck, bringing him out of his daze. "Edward! Are you okay?!" asked Haxx over his headset. "Y-y-yeah, I think." Edward looked out his shattered cockpit window. Dregs frantically ran around putting out fires, but one group stood out. A captain wielding two shock blades was leading a pack of vandals to his crashed ship. "Guys, I am going radio silent. If you hear nothing from me in forty-eight hours... it was an honor serving with you two." "Ed, don't say thin-" Edward muted his headset. "I'm sorry, Gale." Edward spoke to himself as he activated his invisibility. The captain shoved his blade through the window and lifted up the cockpit. The Fallen was astonished! There was no one there. The captain leaned in for a closer look, but reeled back as a flame lashed at it. Once again, the captain took a closer look. It took a deep breath, which collected on nothing. The captain realized what was wrong, but Edward stabbed his knife through the captain's helmet. The vandals escorting the captain jumped back in terror! They took pot shots but the hunter jumped over their bullets and fired five bullets from his scout rifle, five vandals dropped. "Kelly, you got to watch my back, okay?" Edward looked at his ghost while he scavenged any available gear from the wreckage. "I live for it, Ed. Let's have another adventure." her camouflage shell spun with excitement. The airlock behind them chattered as it raised open! Edward swung around, then blinked behind some crates. He waited for the vandal recon team to pass before bolting into the hallway. "Kelly, you had one job." Edward snickered. "Don't give me that BS. You have to be more careful, these are the murderous Winter, ya know." Edward snuck through the ketch in shadow. "Kelly, are Haxx and Gale still out there?" "I'm afraid that they were chased off, they were way too outmatched." Kelly expanded her shell to get a better signal. "Well, let's finish what we started." "Psst, two captains heading this way!" Kelly spoke in whispers. "Sh*t, okay." Edward activated his invisibility once again, and waited for the Fallen to pass. "They're not moving fast enough. My invisibility is about to drop!" The Fallen chatter grew louder, louder, louder. Edward's invisibility dropped, and his blue and white armor stood out against the rusted wall. Edward cringed waiting for his fate. However, the voices waned. Edward opened his eyes, then looked around a crate. No one was there. His visor had fogged up from his heavy breathing. "Oh, what kind of bull sh*t luck is that? Kelly, what are some major structures on ketches?" Edward slowed his breathing. "Engines, standard and warp, and the shield generator. If our sabotage mission doesn't work, we can call in a bombing run." Kelly looked through her Fallen database. "Alright. Escape pods are close to the hanger, so I'll save that for last." Edward slowly snuck through the hallways. After four hours of avoiding danger, he reached the center of the ship, where the generator waited. Edward connected small, but deadly, bombs as he stuck them to the walls of the room. "That about does it." Edward crossed his arms and nodded at his handy work. "Let's get out of here before detonation. There is one layer keeping you from being sucked into the void." The hunter headed for the engines room. It took him five hours of sneaking through hallways and climbing up and down elevator shafts. Once Edward found the fuel cells, he pulled out a detonator. "Are we safe, Kelly?" "Yes! Flip the switch." Edward flipped up the cover, then pushed the button. For five seconds, there was nothing, then BANG! The sound of the explosion echoed throughout the ship. Edward stumbled from the Shockwave, but he kept his footing. Alarms sounded in every room! Dreg repair teams and vandal recon teams ran around to find the saboteur. "Alright, phase two." Edward did the same thing, he placed bombs all over the fuel cells. "Kelly, now I need you to retrace my steps to get me back to the hanger." "Chart plotted. Go left." Kelly led the way. The hanger wasn't that far away, only a two hour walk. The airlock opened, and thousands of Fallen were boarding skiffs! "The escape pods are on the other side of the room!" Kelly highlighted a door on the opposite side of the hanger. Edward thought for a second, then snapped his fingers, "I'll blink over there!" "Wait, the bombs." Kelly spun her shell in excitement. Edward smiled and detonated the bombs. Once again the ship shook violently, but this time the ship was being pulled into Venus' atmosphere. Everything in the hanger began sliding to the back of the room. "Here's my chance!" Edward bolted for the escape pods! He blinked around boxes that were about to hit him. He made it across safely. Kelly opened an airlock for the first available escape pod. Edward climbed in and plotted a course for Earth. As he sat down, he twitched and blinked repeatedly, he suddenly felt empty inside. He turned around to see his ghost stabbed by the Winter Baron, Braxis. "KELLY!!" Edward yanked off his dog tags and tossed them in the seat! He jumped out of the pod and launched it. It left the ketch just before it entered the upper atmosphere. As the ship was engulfed in flames, Edward and Braxis fought! The Baron was agile, but he was no match for the enraged blade dancer! Braxis reeled from the electricity, then was stabbed in the chest by Edward's arc blade. Edward finished off the vandals that surrounded him. He looked out the window as the jungle canopy came into view. "I'll go out in a blaze of glory." Edward spoke to himself as the ketch collided with the ground.[/spoiler]

[b]The Dreams of Alamo Centurna: Human Alone[/b] [spoiler] The Skeleton spoke. Spoke in the tongue of our ancestors. What did it say? >It Was Dead. It did not speak, Alamo. Perhaps it did. Perhaps it didn't. But, it said something. <Darkness it spoke. The human alone. The human alone? <The human alone. The human alone alone is a darkness unto itself. We were built as social creatures. The human alone is not our design. <Then why did it speak? >It did not speak. It was dead. The dead ancestor. <The dead ancestor was the human alone. Our ancestors...The ones on earth? They were human alone. <Split between culture they were. Human together, but separated. Human alone they were unto themselves. Human alone they were unto themselves. The Skeleton spoke to me of the darkness of the past. <The human alone kills everything. The skeleton spoke of the darkness. The darkness of the human alone. We were built to be social creatures. The human alone goes against our fundamental nature. The human alone corrupts our spirit...but the human united >The Skeleton did not speak! The human united. Is that what I must do. Is the Skeleton warning us of repeating our past mistakes? >The Skeleton did not speak! <The human united is what we were built for, Alamo. Dare we go against are fundamental nature, history will repeat itself. Then I will be- <You will be the leader of the human united No. That would make me human alone. <Then we will make a council. A united council of leaders of the human united. The human alone will cease to exist. >That is why the darkness was a Skeleton. It was already dead, but not quite enough dead. Than I will be united with the leaders of the human united. Cultures will not split us. Wars will be cast away. <Aye, but don't turn your check just yet, Alamo. The human individual is on a balance between the light and dark. One single action can turn the scale, and human alone he will be again. >The Skeleton is dead, but not dead enough.[/spoiler]

Last Night. [spoiler]It began with a mass exodus,Attacks on the city became so frequent and widespread nowhere was safe. People attempted to flee, some in organised groups, others just upped and left in the middle of the night. Romii and Luke had been two of the last to leave their apartment in the slums. Luke had carefully prepared a pack each , containing essentials easily carried . Romii being four years younger just did her best not to be a burden. Luke had looked after Romii like a big brother after her parents had died 7 years before. He'd gone out got a job, put food on the table and clothes on her back. Having been raised on the streets he had promised her she would never have to sell herself and he'd taught her how to fight. Romii in turn loved Luke, was in love with him, but she knew he'd never see her that way, she'd always be 'that little girl' to him. But they were inseparable and together they would take on the world. Only the war came,so they packed up and followed on behind the other lost and homeless. Months later came the night everything changed. Luke took first watch whilst Romii slept ,during which a man approached,he looked tired and broken, he asked if he could share the Fire and Luke agreed. The man spoke of his family and how he lost them, the stupidity of the war and how unfair it all was. As those last words left his mouth he pulled a knife, looking at Luke he demanded he turn everything over including the girl. Romii awoke to hear Luke telling the guy to go to hell, enraged the man lunged, only instead of Luke he found Romii between them ,her blade drawn and it's too late for him to step back, his momentum drove her blade into his chest , she gave it a final shove and he fell back shock etched into his face. Romii walked over to the very dead man ,put her foot onto his chest and yanked out her blade,wiping it clean on the mans shirt. Together they moved the body, when it finally dawned on her Luke had been staring at her for quite sometime ,she looked at him and her cheeks began to burn as she blushed. He walked over to her saying nothing, he put his hand on her cheek and they kissed. It was warm and soft and she felt his breath on her lips. Tears run down her cheeks as she remembers that moment. Searing the memory into her brain. Romii is sitting on the cold concrete floor of a cellar, she looks up at the fading light coming through the tiny window near the ceiling. They had been forced here to seek shelter from another fire fight but they had been slow, and bombs had dropped trapping them, no one was coming now, there was no one to hear her cries. She turns to where they spent the night, Luke is still lying there looking like he has not a care in the world,she crawls in beside him laying her head on his chest and closes her eyes, if she tries hard enough she can hear the sound of his heart beat,she can recall the taste of his mouth and the warmth of his touch, if she tries hard enough, she can pretend he's not gone., . [/spoiler]

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