Cheese Contest

[Carraka]

No more submissions. Vote for one of the three stories! Yes! Vote! Democracy! Or ... something.

Well, yet another idea born of spam. But according to Shadow, according to Andrew, spam is a good thing for YWO right now. Here's the challenge:

Write a story involving cheese. It can be silly, dramatic, fantastic, random, depressing, etc. As long as it involves cheese. At the end of the contest, we'll all vote on which one is the best one, and shower the winner with shredded mozzarella.

Entries should be posted in this thread.

Stories should be at least 500 words. There is no maximum word limit, but keep in mind that not everyone will want to read your 50,000 page submission detailing the tedious life of Parmesan Pierre.

If you join, but don't submit, we shall beat you with cheese-less pizza. Oh yeah, and advertise in your sig!

Contestants So Far:

Carraka
Nyx
GeorgeMichael
Aet Lindling
Eve
Me_Lia
Zombified

Anyway, about four out of seven people are being beat with cheese-less pizza, including me. That is rather sad. But this is a cheese thread, so I'll go be happy and random instead. Here are the entries! Please vote:

Mlle. Fromage (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showthread.php?t=395) by Nyx
The Yellow Outbreak (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showthread.php?t=672) by Zombified
RumplyStickyCheese (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showthread.php?t=454) by Eve

[Nyx]

Great! I think I'll start on it this weeked. Also do you think there should be a min. or max. of words per story?
-goes to add link to sig.-

[Carraka]

Far be it from me to make a max. word limit ....

But there should probably by a minimum. Otherwise, people could just cobble together a few paragraphs on October 30th. Hmmm....

How's that? Or do you think the limit should be higher/lower?

[Nyx]

I think 300 words would be a fair min. don't you?

[Carraka]

300 is very, very short.

I'll drop it down to 500 though. (:

[Nyx]

ok so 500 it is!

[Carraka]

By the way, the link in your sig brings me to this page:

http://www.http.com//www.youngwritersonline.net/showthread.php?t=142

[Nyx]

oh oops! I'll fix that in a sec,

[Shadow]

Carraka, when I said spam, I meant meaningful spam. ;)

[Carraka]

I say, this is meaningful! We're writing stories, aren't we?

[Shadow]

About... cheese?

[Carraka]

...

Are you a non-believer?

[Shadow]

In cheese?

[Carraka]

Yes! Cheese is beautiful, and worth many stories! We shall prove it to you! Unless you'd like to prove it with us? It's never too late to join!

[Shadow]

Sorry, but I'm just too uncreative to write about... cheese. :P

[Carraka]

Write a story about cheese today!
Improve your creativity in a
happy, dairy way!

(: I wrote a poem.

[Nyx]

I'm thinking we should postpone this if a few more people don't join..don't you think so?

[Carraka]

I don't think extending the deadline would cause more people to want to join. -shrug- Then again, if it's just the two of us--um--possibly. We may have to wait for more people to join YWO. x.x

[Nyx]

yes, we have to hope that more cheese lovers will join soon...

[Carraka]

Okay, the contest is postponed. x.x I'm going to write something anyway. Maybe we should just keep posting submissions until we have enough people or something.

[GeorgeMichael]

I'll join, hurray for cheese

[Carraka]

Yay! The contest is still postponed, but feel free to randomly write.

Actually, you should always feel free to randomly write. 'nuff said.

[Aet Lindling]

I shall join! :) 'Tis a happy thing, the writings of cheese...

[Carraka]

Yay! Another randomish happy person! We probably have enough people to compete now, unless you guys want to wait for a 5th person? Aaaand I'm not making any deadlines until after November is over. That would be cruel.

[Guessed]

I'd join if I could think of a more lighthearted story. Maybe I could just do a poem.

[Carraka]

If you don't want to write a story, can I steal your idea? I'll give you credit and everything.

Wait, would that be allowed?

Wait, I organized this contest! Why am I asking for permission?

[Nyx]

Yay more cheese story writers! I think setting the deadline in december would be great Carraka. By the way who are the judges for this competition or are we having a vote?

[Guessed]

I'll breathe air into this. Well, not really, seeing as I'm still not participating. Unless I am. In which case - man, what a waste of a post this is.

Ed, or Car, or Edgar, if you want to take my idea, go write ahead (ahaha pun.) I don't care either way, as long as you don't win a pulitzer.

[Eve]

*Laughs* Cheese! I'll give it a shot!

[Nyx]

Oh yay another cheese lover :D

Carraka I was wondering if we should make a deadline now since a few people have joined? or should we wait for more people?

[Me_Lia]

Love everything cheese. Except baked cheese cakes.


So I'll join.



WARNING: Stupid, random, uncreative story might bore you to tears


:) I know.

[Eve]

You bet! CHEESE!

[Carraka]

Lovely! More contestants!

I guess we should set a deadline now, then. End of the year?

[Nyx]

Jan. 1st? Or dec. 31st? Both sound fine to me...

[Eve]

January 31st? Haha

[Me_Lia]

LOL Eve, haha. Jan?

[Eve]

Yeah, that's my birthday! Haha

[Carraka]

Eve, are you being serious? I don't think I would mind making the deadline January 31st, actually.

[Eve]

No, no, I'm only joking. -Giggles-

[Carraka]

Right, then. Deadline--by the end of Dec. 30th, in whatever time zone you live in.

Because I don't want you guys writing up to midnight on New Year's Eve, however cool that may sound. Agreed?

[Eve]

Agreed! Yay! I'll have the whole month to do it. Procrastinates.

[Carraka]

All right. Seeing as we both agree to the deadline, and majority rules, I'll go put it in the first post.

Because I'm ten people at heart.

[Eve]

*Laughs* Okay, go ahead. Hmm... let's write about the super hero cheese who dominated the world.

[Carraka]

I hope you're talking to yourself, because I'm writing my own story. I'm not even stealing Guessed's idea, however tempting that may be.

[Eve]

Tempting? You must be joking! I'll read your mind and steal your idea.

[Carraka]

Yeah, right.

-grabs foil hat and puts it on head-

HAHAHA! WHAT NOW? WHAT NOW? Oh wait, that would only block out aliens. Mmph.

[Eve]

I'm an alien.

[Carraka]

Well, it's perfect then. You is blocked. Now I can go write my story in peace.

[Nyx]

I was wondering, are we allowed to post our stories up on the lit. forums and get some crit on it?

[Nyx]

So um...what happened to this contest?

[Carraka]

Well, I've gotten one story from you. I've written one story, but I haven't shown it to anybody. Eve's written something, but she's gone. I don't know if she wants her story judged. Me_Lia told me that she would be on vacation during the deadline, so I think she's turning hers in later. Everyone else -- no word.

So right now I'm kind of doing nothing.

[Nyx]

Hm, well maybe you could send a PM to everyone else, telling them they've missed the deadline and all...

[Carraka]

And then what? Set up a new deadline?

[Nyx]

Erm...I don't know. What do you think?

[Carraka]

Well, Aet Lindling isn't around very much anymore. We can accept Eve's anyway, because it's there, and if she complains in June, we'll just stick cheese in her mouth. Then I'll just PM GeorgeMichael. Yeah. And depending on the response, we'll see.

[Nyx]

Ok then, sounds good.:)

[Zombified]

Hey, if you bump the deadline to Valentines day, I'll get you a submission.

I'd like to enter...but if it is too late....

[Carraka]

Yeah, okay. Deadline extended to Feb. 14th, just for you. I'll go add you to the list.

[Zombified]

Thank you!

I'll get started on it.

[Me_Lia]

I'm working on it. Just for the sake of entering... I'm so SORRY!!

[Me_Lia]

how do we submit it in on the 14th?

[Zombified]

Todays the due date!

I got my story ready, so what do we do with 'em?

[Carraka]

Er ... just post them here.

[Zombified]

My Entry: The Yellow Outbreak


Los Angeles, California
Day 13 of the Yellow Outbreak

Oscar Riles looked out the window of his two room apartment and sighed. The sky was bright and blue, residing over the city of Los Angeles on a sunny, Saturday afternoon, just as it always had before the Yellow Outbreak.

With a slow nod of his head, Oscar turned away from the window and looked over at the television. The President's press conference was being broadcasted from a secure location somewhere in the country. The blue backdrop behind his wrinkled, stressed face rustled softly as he spoke words of reassurance to the public. Statements about the Yellow Outbreak fled from his mouth left and right, all of them more than likely, lies.

"Under control my ass," Oscar grunted as the President continued his speech.

Oscar shook his head slowly and sat down on his couch. Just as he picked up the remote control to change the chanell, from the left hand corner of the screen came the Secretary of State.

Bleeding.
Screaming.
Enraged.

The President screamed and stumbled backwards from the podium, his tired eyes wide at the grotesque sight before him. From all sides of the screen came black suits. The President's bodyguards fired their handguns at the Secretary of State, pumping him full of white, hot lead.

The camera-men recording the footage were hooting and hollering, excited and terrified at what was unfolding. When the Secretary of State's body hit the floor in a puddle of blood, another gunshot fired off, this time at in the audience.

The camera panned out and in the small rows of seats, one of the President's bodyguards fired his handgun into the face of a woman in a suit. Blood sprayed the front of the guards outfit, and the white floors became stained with crimson from the carnage.

Oscar blinked his eyes many times, trying to comprehend what was happening on Live Television.

Before he could shift in his seat, the President was taken down by a bodyguard with a huge gash in his face, right below his cheek. The camera zoomed in on the action while the other bodyguards unloaded rounds into the President's attacker.

Screaming filled the audio. More gunfire erupted somewhere off screen. The camera-man filming all the action went down, his camera on its side facing him.

A large man in a black suit piled ontop of him, tearing his meaty fingers into the man's throat. Stringy, red vines ripped from the man's neck while the attacker roared and screamed in anger and rage.
Oscar shut the television off, his stomach feeling tight. He gagged once and tasted vomit in his throat.

"Jesus..."

He got up from his seat and made his way into the kitchen. He grabbed a cup from the cabinet to his right and went to the sink. He flipped the faucet on, waiting for the water to come flooding the cup.
But it didn't.

"God dammit," he hissed.

Water doesn't run anymore, Oscar. Did you forget that?
Feeling helpless and alone, Oscar flung the glass cup across the room and into a wall. The glass shattered and exploded into a million sharp pieces which would later need to be picked up.
Oscar broke down and fell to his knees. He held his head in his hands and started to sob.

The weight of the world came crashing down on him.

_________________________________________________


Oscar sat in his bedroom with a spiral bound notebook on his desk. He picked up his favorite blue pen and let out a long sigh. After a few moments, he started to write. It was his thirteenth journal entry from the beginning of the outbreak.

Day thirteen.

The President was killed today. I watched it happen on national television this afternoon. The infection has spread all over the country, even to the safehouses and bunkers that the government set up. It's hard to believe that the world has come to its end. I still can't believe it myself.

No more movies, no more ball games. No more ESPN, no more porn. No more sex or falling in love or eating out at fancy places. It's depressing.

Who would have thought that cheese would be the factor that lead the world to its end? Cheese. Not the birdflu, not small pox.
Not terrorism, or nuclear holocausts.

It was cheese. Fucking cheese.

As I've already explained in the other entries, the cheese became contaminated with some kind of virus. The government called it the Yellow Plague, while the scientists called it che-something or other.

I don't know. I can't pronounce the stupid thing. Either way, it spread through the cheese, and then through other dairy products. First to milk, then to butter, then to ice cream and so on and so forth. Strangely enough, the government found that the virus wasn't carried by the cows, the virus only became attached to the cheese. Why? I don't know. I'm not a scientist so I couldn't tell you.

All I know is that in ten days, the whole population became quarantined and sent to their homes. People who came in contact with the Yellow Plague were executed or locked up in prison. Sounds inhumane, but if you consider the alternative, there was no other choice.

If you ate the cheese and you got infected, you became one of them. I say "them" because I have no idea what exactly they are. They run around bleeding from every orifice, screaming like a banshee, and worst of all they attack anything and everything that moves. Thankfully for me, I'm a lactose intolerant. I don't eat cheese or any kind of dairy product. Saved my ass when everyone else made fun of me.

I was outside one day when one of the infected attacked me. It was a woman but it didn't make a difference either way. She came at me, her white shirt and shorts soaked in blood. She was screaming so loudly that I actually had to cover my ears to think. When she got to me she wrapped her hands around my neck and tried to strangle me. I fought her off, I kicked her to the sidewalk and smashed her in the head with a brick. I had to hit her quite a few times to get her to stop moving.

It was the first time in my life when I had to kill someone. After that, I knew it was better to stay indoors and hope they wouldn't find me. For all of these thirteen days I've been lucky enough to remain safe. Once the infection spread on a national level, the government called it the Yellow Outbreak. Like something out of a bad horror movie they told us to not trust anyone who had been infected. They even told us ways to kill them if we had no other choice.

Look at that, I'm just restating the facts that I've already mentioned earlier. I better wrap this up.

Today I boarded up a few more windows and made a makeshift spear out of an old broom. After that I watched television and saw the world end. I know I'm not the last man alive, but the chances of me going outside and finding someone who's not infected are slim. I think I'll just stay inside.

The sun's going down in a few minutes. I better go watch it. You never know when you're going to see your last sunset.

[Zombified]

So...uh...is anyone else submitting?

[Nyx]

When do we get to know who won?

[Zombified]

So its been almost a month...any new posters?

[Carraka]

Gah!

I forgot about this. I would call myself a hypocrite, but after TW, I can't associate that word with myself. It has so much more connotation than the dictionary says it does.

Soooo...

I haven't been able to write anything for this. I mean, I've written something, but it is incomplete, plotless, and far too long. Some day I can edit it and post it here for a crit or two. But for now, our contestants with complete stories are: Eve, Nyx, and Zombified.

I think? I'll put up a poll or something.

[Zombified]

Ah, a poll would be nice!

[Zombified]

So...whats new Pussycat?

[Zombified]

For God's sake...


Are we ever gonna know who won this?!!!

[Carraka]

No.

-sigh-

Yeah, I'll do that poll right now.

[Nyx]

Uh, my story's not in this thread.

[Zombified]

Oh...
That was fast.

:D

[Carraka]

I'll put it up in the first post and everything.

Give me about ten minutes. I'm talking with my dad.

[Zombified]

I think we should end this poll once and for all!

Vote people!

[Carraka]

Yeah, I'll add it to my sig. I've been incredibly irresponsible with this contest.

-sigh-

EDIT: I had to remove color and font from the SBS announcements to get it under the character limit, but I guess my sig can live without purple for a while.

[Nyx]

Wow, I'd totally forgotten about this!