Here are the entries I received. Please vote for ONE and explain why you chose that story. 
Voting ends in a week on the final day of June.
Entry 1
Entry 2
Entry 3
Entry 4
Voting ends in a week on the final day of June.
Entry 1
It was a hot summer day, there were four wrestlers jammed in a car, on their way to a WWE Live Event in Orlando Florida. Damien Sandow, who was sitting in the backseat, saw an IKEA on the side of them. He urged Kane, who was driving the car, to stop immediately. Sandow had been having problems with his hair frizzing up in this heat, and wanted to go an get some new hair products.
"Come along with me, all three of you." Sandow said, as he rushed out of the car, stepping over Seth Rollins and Daniel Bryan in the process.
As Sandow went into IKEA, he looked confused. He had never been to an IKEA before. Kane wasn't gonna have any of Sandow's nonsense though, as his perfect attendance record was now on the line.
"Sandow! Hurry up and get your hair care products! We don't have all day. This store closes in five minutes." Kane said angrily.
"SILENCE!.... I am going through very serious problems right now. This hair must, and I mean MUST, stay silky smooth at all times. Got it? Big Red Freak?" Sandow replied.
Kane had a shocked look on his face after Sandow said that. He shook his head and continued to follow Sandow as all four men went through the maze known as IKEA.
"Ah! Look here, Kane. I have found my hair products in just under three minutes. Now, let us pay for these and get going." Sandow said, as if he was invincible to Kane's rage.
All four men went to the checkout booth to pay for the items, however nobody was there. They figured the cashier had went to use the bathroom, or something along those lines. Seth Rollins, however, was starting to worry.
"C'mon, guys, maybe we should just drop this stuff and get going. Our show starts in a little while, and we're stuck in the middle of an IKEA!" Rollins said, little did he know, they'd actually end up stuck in that IKEA.
"ALRIGHT, MIKE! LOCK UP THE DOORS! WE'RE GOING HOME!" An employee shouted, as they closed every door in sight. All 4 men were now stuck in IKEA. Daniel Bryan was the first to react.
"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOO!" Daniel screamed at the top of his lungs.
"SANDOW! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU AND YOUR HAIR PRODUCTS GOT US STUCK IN AN IKEA! OF ALL PLACES!" Daniel once again screamed.
"Okay, okay, calm down, Daniel. Let's try and be reasonable, and think this through. There has be an-" Sandow was cut off by the enraged Bryan.
"REASONABLE?!?!?! CALM?!?!?!?!? DO YOU SEE THIS SITAUTION WE'RE IN??!?!?!?! WE'RE GONNA MISS THIS SHOW BECAUSE OF YOU!!!!!" Daniel is still very mad.
"Daniel! You need to calm down!" Kane said, appearing to be the father in this situation.
"Okay, first things first, let's go look around and see if there are any other doors." Kane said, in a calm voice.
"Actually... Kane, can we see if there's a bathroom around here? I've not gone since we left the hotel, and it doesn't seem like we're gonna be leaving anytime soon." Seth pleaded.
"Ugh.... Fine, you have to go by yourself, Seth. Me and these two will go looking for another door." Kane replied.
"But... But I'm gonna be scared. What if I get lost, and then I can't find you guys?" Seth said with a worried look on his face.
"You either go on your own, or risk an accident in the middle of the store. Your call, Seth." Kane said with an annoyed look on his face, wanting to be away from these three guys.
"Y'know what, screw it. Let's all split up, and go looking throughout the store. We can't miss a door if we search every part of this place. Okay?" Kane said.
"Okay." Everybody replied.
5 hours later:
"Everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to g-" Daniel Bryan sang, until he hit his back on something.
"Daniel, it's you." Kane said as he turned around to see the goat face.
"What's that supposed to mean? Are you not happy to see me, Kane?" Daniel replied, in an angry voice.
"Honestly, I was hoping to run into Seth." Kane said, with an evil smile, knowing he's making Daniel angry.
"Oh yeah? Well listen here Kan-" Daniel stopped when he saw a man wearing a black trench coat down the aisle.
(To be continued...)
"Come along with me, all three of you." Sandow said, as he rushed out of the car, stepping over Seth Rollins and Daniel Bryan in the process.
As Sandow went into IKEA, he looked confused. He had never been to an IKEA before. Kane wasn't gonna have any of Sandow's nonsense though, as his perfect attendance record was now on the line.
"Sandow! Hurry up and get your hair care products! We don't have all day. This store closes in five minutes." Kane said angrily.
"SILENCE!.... I am going through very serious problems right now. This hair must, and I mean MUST, stay silky smooth at all times. Got it? Big Red Freak?" Sandow replied.
Kane had a shocked look on his face after Sandow said that. He shook his head and continued to follow Sandow as all four men went through the maze known as IKEA.
"Ah! Look here, Kane. I have found my hair products in just under three minutes. Now, let us pay for these and get going." Sandow said, as if he was invincible to Kane's rage.
All four men went to the checkout booth to pay for the items, however nobody was there. They figured the cashier had went to use the bathroom, or something along those lines. Seth Rollins, however, was starting to worry.
"C'mon, guys, maybe we should just drop this stuff and get going. Our show starts in a little while, and we're stuck in the middle of an IKEA!" Rollins said, little did he know, they'd actually end up stuck in that IKEA.
"ALRIGHT, MIKE! LOCK UP THE DOORS! WE'RE GOING HOME!" An employee shouted, as they closed every door in sight. All 4 men were now stuck in IKEA. Daniel Bryan was the first to react.
"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOO!" Daniel screamed at the top of his lungs.
"SANDOW! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU AND YOUR HAIR PRODUCTS GOT US STUCK IN AN IKEA! OF ALL PLACES!" Daniel once again screamed.
"Okay, okay, calm down, Daniel. Let's try and be reasonable, and think this through. There has be an-" Sandow was cut off by the enraged Bryan.
"REASONABLE?!?!?! CALM?!?!?!?!? DO YOU SEE THIS SITAUTION WE'RE IN??!?!?!?! WE'RE GONNA MISS THIS SHOW BECAUSE OF YOU!!!!!" Daniel is still very mad.
"Daniel! You need to calm down!" Kane said, appearing to be the father in this situation.
"Okay, first things first, let's go look around and see if there are any other doors." Kane said, in a calm voice.
"Actually... Kane, can we see if there's a bathroom around here? I've not gone since we left the hotel, and it doesn't seem like we're gonna be leaving anytime soon." Seth pleaded.
"Ugh.... Fine, you have to go by yourself, Seth. Me and these two will go looking for another door." Kane replied.
"But... But I'm gonna be scared. What if I get lost, and then I can't find you guys?" Seth said with a worried look on his face.
"You either go on your own, or risk an accident in the middle of the store. Your call, Seth." Kane said with an annoyed look on his face, wanting to be away from these three guys.
"Y'know what, screw it. Let's all split up, and go looking throughout the store. We can't miss a door if we search every part of this place. Okay?" Kane said.
"Okay." Everybody replied.
5 hours later:
"Everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to g-" Daniel Bryan sang, until he hit his back on something.
"Daniel, it's you." Kane said as he turned around to see the goat face.
"What's that supposed to mean? Are you not happy to see me, Kane?" Daniel replied, in an angry voice.
"Honestly, I was hoping to run into Seth." Kane said, with an evil smile, knowing he's making Daniel angry.
"Oh yeah? Well listen here Kan-" Daniel stopped when he saw a man wearing a black trench coat down the aisle.
(To be continued...)
Entry 2
The rain was refreshing as it ran down the nape of my neck, I remember that fact very vividly. I was soaked through to my skin, but it's the feeling of the rain running down the back of my neck and under the collar of my t-shirt that sticks with me. Who knows why? It seems like the strangest detail to remember, but there you have it. It isn't the feeling of my heart beating so hard it felt as though it was going to break through my ribcage, or the ache in my muscles - it's the trickle of cool water making its way down from the top of my spinal cord, down between my shoulder blades and into that hollow of my back; that part of you that itches like mad sometimes, and no matter how hard you try you just can't quite get it. It was relaxing, and it seemed to slow everything else down and help to heighten all my other senses.
There was nobody else for miles around, or so it felt anyway, on account of the heavy rain, and other than the clatter of it hammering onto the ground and the roof of my car, there was no other sound. Well I could hear my heart quite loudly, as though it had decided to up and relocate to my ears, so I guess there were two sounds. As a kid, I'd always hated the sound of thunderstorms and the rain. It used to terrify me and I usually spent the stormy nights in my mother's bed with her stroking my hair and singing to me that everything was going to be fine. But at that moment I could suddenly appreciate the beauty of how it sounded cascading down. It was rhythmic and calming, and I needed calming. I needed to be able to savour the moment.
Our footprints were filling with water as the rain turned the hard earth to a boggy mire. The smell, again, was quite refreshing. It was that usual smell of rain, of clearness and freshness, but at the same time something totally different, and wholly satisfying. I could smell my sweat as well, but it didn't make me recoil as it normally would. I embraced it as part of the perfection of the moment. I think I could smell grass too, maybe the grass had been recently cut just before the heavens opened and we arrived there. They always say that smell is the most powerful way to invoke memories, and it's the smells that I experienced that night that I always find the most comforting.
When you read books or watch films, they'll always describe that how, afterwards, they experienced a sour taste in their mouths. That's the bile as the reality of the brutality shocks your digestive system into action. It was no different for me, but there was another taste too. At first I thought it was probably the steak I'd had earlier, but as I focused on it more, the nature of it changed. It became less savoury than the tenderloin, and more fruity, which I found to be weird because I never eat fruit. It played across my tongue until my mouth was full of it. It was overwhelming and made the moment just that little bit more perfect. I've never been able to pinpoint that taste, and I've never tasted anything even close to it ever since the night I killed Jack Rigby, but it's the sweetest thing I've ever tasted to this day.
His body was being washed clean by the downpour, and blood was gathering quickly in the hollows our bodies had left in the ground. His left arm was broken in two places and I could see the bone jutting through the material of his shirt. The right arm was crushed beneath his body. That one had given a particularly satisfying scream. The nose was completely shattered, and the jaw seemed to be hanging loose. There was vomit on his shirt, and a little on my shoes that wouldn't budge despite the deluge. I tell you, if you ever have to beat a man to death, make sure you do it in the rain.
But you want to know why I killed a man with my bare hands? Let me see, where do I begin...?
There was nobody else for miles around, or so it felt anyway, on account of the heavy rain, and other than the clatter of it hammering onto the ground and the roof of my car, there was no other sound. Well I could hear my heart quite loudly, as though it had decided to up and relocate to my ears, so I guess there were two sounds. As a kid, I'd always hated the sound of thunderstorms and the rain. It used to terrify me and I usually spent the stormy nights in my mother's bed with her stroking my hair and singing to me that everything was going to be fine. But at that moment I could suddenly appreciate the beauty of how it sounded cascading down. It was rhythmic and calming, and I needed calming. I needed to be able to savour the moment.
Our footprints were filling with water as the rain turned the hard earth to a boggy mire. The smell, again, was quite refreshing. It was that usual smell of rain, of clearness and freshness, but at the same time something totally different, and wholly satisfying. I could smell my sweat as well, but it didn't make me recoil as it normally would. I embraced it as part of the perfection of the moment. I think I could smell grass too, maybe the grass had been recently cut just before the heavens opened and we arrived there. They always say that smell is the most powerful way to invoke memories, and it's the smells that I experienced that night that I always find the most comforting.
When you read books or watch films, they'll always describe that how, afterwards, they experienced a sour taste in their mouths. That's the bile as the reality of the brutality shocks your digestive system into action. It was no different for me, but there was another taste too. At first I thought it was probably the steak I'd had earlier, but as I focused on it more, the nature of it changed. It became less savoury than the tenderloin, and more fruity, which I found to be weird because I never eat fruit. It played across my tongue until my mouth was full of it. It was overwhelming and made the moment just that little bit more perfect. I've never been able to pinpoint that taste, and I've never tasted anything even close to it ever since the night I killed Jack Rigby, but it's the sweetest thing I've ever tasted to this day.
His body was being washed clean by the downpour, and blood was gathering quickly in the hollows our bodies had left in the ground. His left arm was broken in two places and I could see the bone jutting through the material of his shirt. The right arm was crushed beneath his body. That one had given a particularly satisfying scream. The nose was completely shattered, and the jaw seemed to be hanging loose. There was vomit on his shirt, and a little on my shoes that wouldn't budge despite the deluge. I tell you, if you ever have to beat a man to death, make sure you do it in the rain.
But you want to know why I killed a man with my bare hands? Let me see, where do I begin...?
Entry 3
A day in the life of Pastor Doctor Martin Ssempa.
I woke up this morning and got myself a beer. After that I kicked my 20 20 year old model girlfriends out of my bed. I have a large bed. I had to kick them out because it was time for me to do a leetle research uh!! So I fired up my computer, literally fired it up, it is coal powered. After I did my research on the seek and derefore devyaunt actions taking place in des lahnd of Africah, I felt a lot better. After I had cleaned up and had a shower I called my good friend Mr Beshop. We had a brief discussion about the taskforce we were creating to combat deviance in des lahnd of Afreekah. Then I felt hungry. So I decided to get some ice cream out of the freezer. I inserted my hahnd into the freezer, but I could not reach the ice cream. So I thrust my hand DEEPAH into the freezer. I finally managed to retrieve the ice cream. At this point I should probably tell you that I am a very messy eater. I was devouring the ice cream in my usual fashion, and in the process of doing this I smeared the ice cream all ova de place. Also the ice cream lived up to its name. It was very cold. So cold it gave me a brain freeze. So I took some panadol to lessen the effect of the headache. That ice cream was so painful that I had to take drugs. But I enjoyed it. Just then I heard a knock at the door. “Who could it be”, I wondered.
“Hello Pastor Doctor it is me Harjot”.
It was Harjot, “HARJOT!” I yelled.
“I have come to talk to you about your court case”, said Harjot.
Dear readers, as I doubt you follow the Ugandan news, you are probably unaware of what HARJOT! is referring to. During my last sermon, I was wearing my shirt that had domain names for sale on it. One of those domain names was purchased by an American. I was being charged by the Ugandan church police for exporting some domain names from the pulpit. Disgraceful. Anyway, I couldn’t be bothered with Harjot! just then. So when HARJOT! came through the door I punched her in the face. As she fell to the ground screaming I proceeded to kick her until she passed out. After cleaning up the blood I went out for a walk.
It was a pleasant day for a walk. As I walked I passed the local village market. I inspected the local produce. There were cahhrots, and Bahnananananas and cucumbers. What an odd market it was. Feeling repulsed I returned home.
As I opened the door and stepped over HARJOT!’s body I decided to play some music. I inspected my gramophone collection: Wayne Anderson, George Michael, Frankie goes to Hollywood, Liberace, Gary Glitter Band, Frank Ocean, The Village People, etc etc. I decided to play some music by my favourite artist. My favourite artist is the half African-American half Guyanese rapper Li’l **** Hernandez. I put it on and turned the bass all the way up. The bass made several of the mud huts that make up my village collapse. However, my 89 room mansion was unharmed. I got up and started dancing.
“AH STUKAFULISAAHAAA!”.
I had stubbed my toe whilst dancing. The pain from my toe put me in a bad mood, so I decided to do my favourite thing in the whole world. I would go on my favourite website in the world. There are many reasons why it is my favourite website, the main one is that I am an administrator there.
So I logged into Finaru Fantaji Forumaru.net.
The page said welcome back Shu, there have been 8 posts and 1 threads since you last visited.
I woke up this morning and got myself a beer. After that I kicked my 20 20 year old model girlfriends out of my bed. I have a large bed. I had to kick them out because it was time for me to do a leetle research uh!! So I fired up my computer, literally fired it up, it is coal powered. After I did my research on the seek and derefore devyaunt actions taking place in des lahnd of Africah, I felt a lot better. After I had cleaned up and had a shower I called my good friend Mr Beshop. We had a brief discussion about the taskforce we were creating to combat deviance in des lahnd of Afreekah. Then I felt hungry. So I decided to get some ice cream out of the freezer. I inserted my hahnd into the freezer, but I could not reach the ice cream. So I thrust my hand DEEPAH into the freezer. I finally managed to retrieve the ice cream. At this point I should probably tell you that I am a very messy eater. I was devouring the ice cream in my usual fashion, and in the process of doing this I smeared the ice cream all ova de place. Also the ice cream lived up to its name. It was very cold. So cold it gave me a brain freeze. So I took some panadol to lessen the effect of the headache. That ice cream was so painful that I had to take drugs. But I enjoyed it. Just then I heard a knock at the door. “Who could it be”, I wondered.
“Hello Pastor Doctor it is me Harjot”.
It was Harjot, “HARJOT!” I yelled.
“I have come to talk to you about your court case”, said Harjot.
Dear readers, as I doubt you follow the Ugandan news, you are probably unaware of what HARJOT! is referring to. During my last sermon, I was wearing my shirt that had domain names for sale on it. One of those domain names was purchased by an American. I was being charged by the Ugandan church police for exporting some domain names from the pulpit. Disgraceful. Anyway, I couldn’t be bothered with Harjot! just then. So when HARJOT! came through the door I punched her in the face. As she fell to the ground screaming I proceeded to kick her until she passed out. After cleaning up the blood I went out for a walk.
It was a pleasant day for a walk. As I walked I passed the local village market. I inspected the local produce. There were cahhrots, and Bahnananananas and cucumbers. What an odd market it was. Feeling repulsed I returned home.
As I opened the door and stepped over HARJOT!’s body I decided to play some music. I inspected my gramophone collection: Wayne Anderson, George Michael, Frankie goes to Hollywood, Liberace, Gary Glitter Band, Frank Ocean, The Village People, etc etc. I decided to play some music by my favourite artist. My favourite artist is the half African-American half Guyanese rapper Li’l **** Hernandez. I put it on and turned the bass all the way up. The bass made several of the mud huts that make up my village collapse. However, my 89 room mansion was unharmed. I got up and started dancing.
“AH STUKAFULISAAHAAA!”.
I had stubbed my toe whilst dancing. The pain from my toe put me in a bad mood, so I decided to do my favourite thing in the whole world. I would go on my favourite website in the world. There are many reasons why it is my favourite website, the main one is that I am an administrator there.
So I logged into Finaru Fantaji Forumaru.net.
The page said welcome back Shu, there have been 8 posts and 1 threads since you last visited.
Entry 4
Journey to The Lunar Sea
A boy and girl were sat on a tree stump atop a hill. Behind them lay their home, within a peaceful town tucked away from the rest of the world. Staring at the night sky, the young ones watched as yet another star blinked out of existence.
"Hey, there goes another one," stated Bowen.
"How many has that been then?" asked his companion, a young girl by the name of Llio.
"Five..." replied Bowen. "More than last night."
Llio was silent for a moment, lowering her head in thought. "Do you think this is normal? Do stars always disappear?"
"I guess..."
In fact, Bowen didn't know whether this was normal or not, but he knew Llio got scared easilly, so he just went along with it. He didn't want his friend to worry. But it was peculiar, he thought. Even before Llio joined him on his night excursions, Bowen had often come to this spot to look at the stars. It had only been recently that he noticed them simply... switching off. He often thought what stars actually were, and what their purpose was. His school teacher stated that they were all different worlds, too far away for mankind to reach. Bowen wondered what sort of people lived on these worlds. Whether they were like humans, or orcs or goblins, or something entirely alien to this world. He wished he could travel there to find out.
Llio suddenly pointed to the sky, her eyes widening in shock and awe. "Look, that one is falling!" she gasped.
Bowen snapped back into reality and looked to where was pointing. A star was indeed falling, and it was growing bigger and bigger. It seemed to be heading straight towards them. "Llio, run!" Bowen snapped, picking himself up and dragging her to her feet. The earth began to rumble, and a distant howling rapidly grew into a deafening roar. Llio and Bowen ran as fast as they could back towards the village. They felt a blast of heat and the noise subsided as the star hurtled over their heads, taking an easterly direction before crashing some distance away with a loud 'whump'.
The two friends stopped running and stared towards where the star had landed. They were both utterly shocked and terrified, but also intrigued. "It crashed just outside the village..." whispered Bowen.
Llio was overcome with curiosity. "Do you think it's really a star?" she asked.
"Let's find out," said Bowen.
Several villagers were already stepping out of their houses as the two youngsters made their way towards the fallen star. No one seemed particularly happy about being woken up at such an early hour of the morning. "Llio!" someone called.
"It's my mother," Llio said sadly.
A stern looking woman came over to the two of them. "What are you doing out of the house?" she asked Llio and, before the girl could answer, the woman turned to Bowen and continued. "I don't think your parents would be happy to see you up either, Bowen."
"We just wanted to go and see the fallen star," said Llio.
"Fallen star? Is that what all this is about?" asked her mother, gesturing to the congregation that had now gathered outside.
"It's a person!" someone could be heard yelling. "Get the doctor!"
Bowen and Llio looked at each other in wonder. "A person?!" Bowen asked.
The two of them ran off to where the star had fallen, ignoring Llio's mother who was yelling at them to come back. Pushing through the crowd, they managed to catch a peek of a frail looking woman dressed in white robes. Her skin was pale, giving her a very ghostly appearance. She reached a hand out and gestured towards the two kids. "You need to help us," she said in a whisper, though it sounded like she said it right into their ears.
A boy and girl were sat on a tree stump atop a hill. Behind them lay their home, within a peaceful town tucked away from the rest of the world. Staring at the night sky, the young ones watched as yet another star blinked out of existence.
"Hey, there goes another one," stated Bowen.
"How many has that been then?" asked his companion, a young girl by the name of Llio.
"Five..." replied Bowen. "More than last night."
Llio was silent for a moment, lowering her head in thought. "Do you think this is normal? Do stars always disappear?"
"I guess..."
In fact, Bowen didn't know whether this was normal or not, but he knew Llio got scared easilly, so he just went along with it. He didn't want his friend to worry. But it was peculiar, he thought. Even before Llio joined him on his night excursions, Bowen had often come to this spot to look at the stars. It had only been recently that he noticed them simply... switching off. He often thought what stars actually were, and what their purpose was. His school teacher stated that they were all different worlds, too far away for mankind to reach. Bowen wondered what sort of people lived on these worlds. Whether they were like humans, or orcs or goblins, or something entirely alien to this world. He wished he could travel there to find out.
Llio suddenly pointed to the sky, her eyes widening in shock and awe. "Look, that one is falling!" she gasped.
Bowen snapped back into reality and looked to where was pointing. A star was indeed falling, and it was growing bigger and bigger. It seemed to be heading straight towards them. "Llio, run!" Bowen snapped, picking himself up and dragging her to her feet. The earth began to rumble, and a distant howling rapidly grew into a deafening roar. Llio and Bowen ran as fast as they could back towards the village. They felt a blast of heat and the noise subsided as the star hurtled over their heads, taking an easterly direction before crashing some distance away with a loud 'whump'.
The two friends stopped running and stared towards where the star had landed. They were both utterly shocked and terrified, but also intrigued. "It crashed just outside the village..." whispered Bowen.
Llio was overcome with curiosity. "Do you think it's really a star?" she asked.
"Let's find out," said Bowen.
Several villagers were already stepping out of their houses as the two youngsters made their way towards the fallen star. No one seemed particularly happy about being woken up at such an early hour of the morning. "Llio!" someone called.
"It's my mother," Llio said sadly.
A stern looking woman came over to the two of them. "What are you doing out of the house?" she asked Llio and, before the girl could answer, the woman turned to Bowen and continued. "I don't think your parents would be happy to see you up either, Bowen."
"We just wanted to go and see the fallen star," said Llio.
"Fallen star? Is that what all this is about?" asked her mother, gesturing to the congregation that had now gathered outside.
"It's a person!" someone could be heard yelling. "Get the doctor!"
Bowen and Llio looked at each other in wonder. "A person?!" Bowen asked.
The two of them ran off to where the star had fallen, ignoring Llio's mother who was yelling at them to come back. Pushing through the crowd, they managed to catch a peek of a frail looking woman dressed in white robes. Her skin was pale, giving her a very ghostly appearance. She reached a hand out and gestured towards the two kids. "You need to help us," she said in a whisper, though it sounded like she said it right into their ears.
