12 Minute Stories!

[darkmessiah]

Okay, I got 12 minutes to write a story, and you can't too!

"Well, Mr. Tinkerwell, you certainly have a good case, but I don't think we need such evidence in our court proceedings." The headmaster looked the short, balding man head to toe and tutted. "Your subpoena is still in effect, and your wife will most definitely take at least half of your belongings, but if I may say off the record...."

The headmaster walked a slow, timed walk to George Tinkerwell, and quietly whispered in his ear. "I think she might be taking more than just half, I hope to find some way to take all...." He quickly left his side and walked toward the exit. "I'll let myself out Mr. Tinkerwell. Good day."

George was left in his living room, speechless. He had not done anything, to his wife, son, or mistress, and yet his wife hired the very best of lawyers to prosecute him for his most earthly possessions. "I'm the one with the money... I should be the one hiring the better one!"

He quickly grabbed a pen, and wrote an urgent yet kindly letter.

"Dear Joseph,

I am in a sort of legal bind here, I hope your connections could help. Please reply immediately once read upon.

Sincerely,
George."

He put his seal stamp ont he letter and quickly put it into his mailbox to be found and sent Joseph Reed's house, who lived a couple miles down the road, in New Worthington, much too far for a casual horse ride down.

George, shaken and weary, sat on his most comfortable chair, and silently dozed off for what felt like moments, before he was interrupted by an unsightly scream.

"Gasp, but what unfortunate case may have occurred just betwixt I?" He exclaimed in orderly horror. He looked out the window and found a woman on the road, seemingly unconscious. Mr. Twinkerbell quickly grabbed up his coat and went into the fog that encased the land in Spring time, and gazed upon an unseemly woman in the middle of nowhere. As he approached, she started to rise up, and quickly brush off her skirt and dress.

"But why, such a lady as yourself must be stuck in such a place, in the middle of nowhere?" George inquired the middle-aged woman.

AND END!

[Nuttz]

wat..

[Claudia]

Bill sunk into his couch after a long day of dealing with a team killer who had the most annoying voice ever.
"*sigh* Get me a drink will you Zoey?" Bill clicking on the news.
"Yeah....sure...." Zoey said tiredly going to the kitchen
Franics walked out from takeing a shower
"Wheres Louis?" he asked.
"Oh he's still upset that he got taken over by the 10 year old...." Zoey said handing Bill his drink.
"It was his first time....it's hard to get over..." Franics said quietly while fighting the urge to call his mother.
"Oh my god." Bill said staring at the TV.
"In gameing news the popular Left 4 Dead will get a new mode! Survival will have them begging for mercy as more than one tank will be able to show up to see if he (or they LOL!) can cut their puny lives short-" said the TV lady before she was cut off.
They all stared at the TV in shock.
"How can they think THATS a good idea?!" Zoey said with a sad face.
"I.....I...." Franics studdered.
"Those god damn bastards! We have no choice but to die!" Bill said with a face palm.
Hunter came from the ceiling poucing Bill.
"THATS RIGHT! And All the players will laugh and reply the mode many many times."
"WHHHHHHHHHHHHY?!" Zoey said running to her room.
"UGH! Get off!" Bill said trying to throw off Hunter
"....But I feel so safe here..."
END.

I KNOW IT SUCKS. D:

[SlainPwner666]

Bill sunk into his couch after a long day of dealing with a team killer who had the most annoying voice ever.
"*sigh* Get me a drink will you Zoey?" Bill clicking on the news.
"Yeah....sure...." Zoey said tiredly going to the kitchen
Franics walked out from takeing a shower
"Wheres Louis?" he asked.
"Oh he's still upset that he got taken over by the 10 year old...." Zoey said handing Bill his drink.
"It was his first time....it's hard to get over..." Franics said quietly while fighting the urge to call his mother.
"Oh my god." Bill said staring at the TV.
"In gameing news the popular Left 4 Dead will get a new mode! Survival will have them begging for mercy as more than one tank will be able to show up to see if he (or they LOL!) can cut their puny lives short-" said the TV lady before she was cut off.
They all stared at the TV in shock.
"How can they think THATS a good idea?!" Zoey said with a sad face.
"I.....I...." Franics studdered.
"Those god damn bastards! We have no choice but to die!" Bill said with a face palm.
Hunter came from the ceiling poucing Bill.
"THATS RIGHT! And All the players will laugh and reply the mode many many times."
"WHHHHHHHHHHHHY?!" Zoey said running to her room.
"UGH! Get off!" Bill said trying to throw off Hunter
"....But I feel so safe here..."
END.

I KNOW IT SUCKS. D:

I lold.

Now, my story. It is currently 12:50 PM.

"Drive drive drive!"
Bill stomped on the gas pedal, the old sedan lurching forward. The three zombies went rolling over the car, and landed with a sickening crunch on the asphalt behind them. Zoey breathed a sigh of relief as the car picked up speed, and quickly reloaded both pistols, which had been empty for some time.

A roadblock soon forced them to abandon their vehicle, and keep moving on foot. "I hate roadblocks"

They continued on, until they reached what looked like a warehouse. Several semi trucks had been parked nearby, forming a sort of barricade. Shell casings and bodies indicated that the infected hadn't taken long to find the place, and whatever preparations they had taken had been rather fruitless. While Zoey turned away from the carnage, Bill and Francis went off in search of ammo and provisions. Louis began to search the bodies, sometimes for ammo, sometimes for the pain relievers that were so common now a days.

As Bill turned the corner, a bullet whistled by, and he hit the floor. Francis jumped back behind the corner, and Bill shouted out, "We're not infected you dumbass!" Heavy footsteps soon were heard, and Bill raised his weapon and prepared as best he could.

A huge man in a button up and jeans turned the corner, an M4A1 assault rifle clutched in his arms. It was still smoking, and he ejected the drum magazine he had placed on there, no doubt illegally, and reloaded. His clothes were worn and ripped, and even though he had no open wounds, blood soaked his clothes. He took a good look at Bill, and noticed his military attire.

"Staff Seargent Mark Jones, reporting for duty, Sir!"

[darkmessiah]

CONTINUED

"My good sir," She said breathlessly, still wiping off the dirt from her dress. "I have come from New Worthington in search for my lost child, but nay do I find her. She must have been wandering for quite a few miles!"

"How in the heavens can someone walk such a distance as 10 miles? I in my state of health could never endure such an endeavor." He was amazed by the woman's vitality to walk so far. He recomposed himself and quickly approached, helping her up. "I will lend you food and housing, and even provide help with the search of your beloved child, shall I not?"

Surprised, she grabbed his hands and shook them. "Oh, how grateful am I to hear such words! I thank you so much, and I shall not eat you out of house and home, and just a few nights shall be fine, if not just one." She looked into the fields surrounding George's house. "Oh, I hope I shall find her, it's been quite many hours since I have last seen her. I can only pray to God that she is okay."

George Tinkerwell kindly took her elbow and led her to his house. "Indeed, I shall pray as well. I am sorry for not asking before, but what is thy name? Not have I talked to a civil person for quite a few days, since my last trip into Durkstone, and that was about a week, for it is such a long ride by horse, even buggy!"

"I am also sorry for not introducing myself before, I am Mary Filmore, of the Todd family. Sadly a widow though." She looked down and became solemn."

"Well, I am quite sorry for your loss, and no consolation from me could make you feel better." Tinkerwell, looked at her sadly.

Mary shook her head. "Oh, I do not need any consolation, it's been quite a long time since his eventual death, but there is always an air of sadness to such a disappearance of a beautiful life. I just wonder what God's plans for destroying such a man would have accomplished, but alas, God's work goes in mysterious ways."

"Yes, yes, it does. But in the end, it's always about survival of the fittest... but nevermind that now, let us have dinner and continue the search for..."

"Lucy. She's only 9, and I can't imagine if she could find her way back."

AND END

[UKMD Elmo]

Nathan flicked through the channels on the bar tv, watching as the various sit coms, adverts, morning shows and news programs talking about some new viral outbreak flick by. He finally settled on an old black and white western called 'The man with the gun', something to keep him entertained on what was bound to be a quiet morning.

The clock on the far wall showed just after 8AM, although from this distance it looked like it could even be 12.40. Last night some wasted jackass had decided to use the old thing as a replacement dart board while his back was turned and had even managed to clip off half the minute hand, making the difference between it and the hour hand almost indistinguishable. He expected to have quite a bit of fun today watching people glancing worriedly at the time, rushing out of the door for some appointment they thought they were late for. The kid who was doing the throwing lived across the street in the same appartment block as him, but was damned if he could remember his name. He made a mental note never to let the boy in again.

Nathan went back to resting his head in his hands, waiting for the first customer to come through the door. Nothing interesting ever happened here, but considering how his past life had been he wouldn't have it any other way. The bar was his own, a calm place in the storm of the chaotic world outside. He doubted even a zombie apocalypse would disturb the running of the place, the old place ticking over just as it had these past ten years. He chuckled to himself as the door jangled open, revealing the first patron of the day and one of the usual weekday regulars.

"Morning Johnny, the usual?" He said, reaching under the counter for the peanuts.

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I guess you have to have read my RP to get the irony in this xD

[SlainPwner666]

I guess you have to have read my RP to get the irony in this xD
Same here.

[UKMD Elmo]

Same here.

Nah I got yours xD

[SlainPwner666]

Nah I got yours xD

I mean, in the RP, the note said, and I quote, [well, not really.]

"I'm heading for [smudged and unreadable]. Don't follow me, that's where they're heading as well."

Well, PLOT WRAPUP.

[darkmessiah]

The cool thing about writing in 12 minutes is seeing how much a patter there is on the length by measurement. Fun.

[Deadly]

Once upon a time,

The end.

[zombicidalmaniac]

Deadlys is byfar the best story here yet :D

[darkmessiah]

Once upon a time,

The end.

Damn, that woulda taken 15 mins for I.

[Crysalis]

There was the game.

We all lost.

The end.

[Higgy531]

Jack walked into his house. His girlfriend was waiting for him. She was angry.

"Where the hell have you been?" she said.
"I worked late." said Jack.
"Well, why didn't you call me?"
"My phone died."
"Yeah sure. Why didn't you just use the phone at work?"
"I was repairing a pipe in the sewers. It ruptured and started leaking."
"Fine."
Jack's girlfriend obviously didn't trust him. She was always like this. He went upstairs, took a shower, brushed his teeth, and went to bed.

Jack had the day off the next day, but his girlfriend had to work. She came home late, too.
"And where have you been?" said Jack.
"Am I too late?" she said
"Yes. Why?"
"I walked home"
"You're lying"
"And what makes you think that?"
"You blinked"
"So?"
"You blink when you lie"
"Stop manipulating me."
"Why should I?"
"Stop playing dumb. I know you can't lie to me. I'm just like your mother."
"What?"
"Don't act like you can't act. I know I've seen you do it."
Jack went silent.
"Whose got it figured out now?" She said as she walked away.

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If you guess what song this is based on, you get 33 points. I couldn't think up an ending.

I TOO KNOW IT SUCKS D:

[Jesus123]

One very bright and shiny day there was two men walking along holding hands. Their names were Fad and Tad. Fad and Tad did everything together and so one day they tried to have a baby. When they tried to have a baby they were confused on how to have one. So they asked each other's sisters how. Their sisters Fad and Tad pulled out guns and shot them in their heads. THE END =D

Re-Read the end, there is a little game I call... mindf-

[Claudia]

One very bright and shiny day there was two men walking along holding hands. Their names were Fad and Tad. Fad and Tad did everything together and so one day they tried to have a baby. When they tried to have a baby they were confused on how to have one. So they asked each other's sisters how. Their sisters Fad and Tad pulled out guns and shot them in their heads. THE END =D

Re-Read the end, there is a little game I call... mindf-

Oh my.... xD

"Yo! Did you guys know there's going to be a Left 4 Dead 2?" Zoey asked while they where all watching TV.
"What? Already?...Tsk...New characters will be with us I guess..." Bill said somewhat dissapointedly
"I hate sequels..." Franics said with a pout.
"No...I don't know if we'll be there guys...."Zoey said slumping onto the couch.
"What?! They can't just-" Louis shouted before he was cut off.
"THIS SHIT'S FOOBAR!" yelled Bill.
"I...I'm going to my room!" Franics said jumping up and dashing to his room.
END.

This fails. D:

[Deadly]

Oh my.... xD

"Yo! Did you guys know there's going to be a Left 4 Dead 2?" Zoey asked while they where all watching TV.
"What? Already?...Tsk...New characters will be with us I guess..." Bill said somewhat dissapointedly
"I hate sequels..." Franics said with a pout.
"No...I don't know if we'll be there guys...."Zoey said slumping onto the couch.
"What?! They can't just-" Louis shouted before he was cut off.
"THIS SHIT'S FOOBAR!" yelled Bill.
"I...I'm going to my room!" Franics said jumping up and dashing to his room.
END.

This fails. D:
Francis should have said "I'll be in my bunk"

[Claudia]

I was trying to make him a momma's boy but my time ran out before I could think of something better.

[UKMD Elmo]

Francis should have said "I'll be in my bunk"

Francis IS a lot like Jane, agreed.

All people who have never watched Firefly, the corner is over there.

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[Claudia]

Francis IS a lot like Jane, agreed.

All people who have never watched Firefly, the corner is over there.

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;_; I have shamed my family...havent I?



While her parents were on Guild Wars Claudia spent the weekend playing Assassins Creed
Totally l33t game btw
"Wow it looks hard..is it?"Mom asked over Claudia's shoulder(Why do parents do that?)
"Only when you have all the citys guards on you..BAM!"Claudia said swiftly killing her target from behind
Mom started to snort laughter
"Stop.That."Claudia said sharply
"FROM BEHIND!"Mom said laughing
"Why do you do these things?"Claudia asked trying not to laugh

[darkmessiah]

Damn 12 minutes for that, I never knew.

[Platypus]

Jack walked into his house. His girlfriend was waiting for him. She was angry.

"Where the hell have you been?" she said.
"I worked late." said Jack.
"Well, why didn't you call me?"
"My phone died."
"Yeah sure. Why didn't you just use the phone at work?"
"I was repairing a pipe in the sewers. It ruptured and started leaking."
"Fine."
Jack's girlfriend obviously didn't trust him. She was always like this. He went upstairs, took a shower, brushed his teeth, and went to bed.

Jack had the day off the next day, but his girlfriend had to work. She came home late, too.
"And where have you been?" said Jack.
"Am I too late?" she said
"Yes. Why?"
"I walked home"
"You're lying"
"And what makes you think that?"
"You blinked"
"So?"
"You blink when you lie"
"Stop manipulating me."
"Why should I?"
"Stop playing dumb. I know you can't lie to me. I'm just like your mother."
"What?"
"Don't act like you can't act. I know I've seen you do it."
Jack went silent.
"Whose got it figured out now?" She said as she walked away.

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If you guess what song this is based on, you get 33 points. I couldn't think up an ending.

I TOO KNOW IT SUCKS D:

Treat Me Like Your Mother-The Dead Weather.

WHERE ARE MY 33 POINTS?

[Jesus123]

It was a rather obscure winter night in the Alps when a boy named Timothy heard a women's screams. At the time he was having a delightful bit of crumpets with a bit of honey tea. So Timothy got out of his house and went down into the winter night to find where the scream was coming from. As he walked out of his house a Hunter pinned him to the ground and ripped his nipples off. The Hunter ate the nipples rather hurriedly and jumped off of the limped corpse to take care of the women...... THE END

BTW I wrote that in under 2 minutes LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

[darkmessiah]

I look like a woman but I cut like a buffalo.

If some of these stories really took 12 mins, we got some special people here. Real special.

[Jesus123]

I look like a woman but I cut like a buffalo.

If some of these stories really took 12 mins, we got some special people here. Real special.

Seriously, don't give too much thought process into it. It's not like were going to publish your work here and make millions of dollars *COUGH* *COUGH*.

[darkmessiah]

Seriously, don't give too much thought process into it. It's not like were going to publish your work here and make millions of dollars *COUGH* *COUGH*.

BUT! This is obviously 12 minutes stories, Jesus Christ, I'll make a "Random quick stories thread" if you need it, but this is 12! 12! 12!

How come you guys are addicted to L4D stories anyway? I want SOME ORIGINAL!

Like Jack White.

Meg ain't his girl.

[Jesus123]

BUT! This is obviously 12 minutes stories, Jesus Christ, I'll make a "Random quick stories thread" if you need it, but this is 12! 12! 12!

How come you guys are addicted to L4D stories anyway? I want SOME ORIGINAL!

Like Jack White.

Meg ain't his girl.

MY FIRST STORY WASN'T ORIGINAL ENUF! Pleasing people have gotten so hard these days lol.

[Platypus]

How come you guys are addicted to L4D stories anyway? I want SOME ORIGINAL!


Ahem, my first try. Haven't written in about a year or so, so this will be a good creative outlet. And here we go:

We walk across the barren landscape. No one questions this aloud, even though it is all in our minds. The torn landscape is grey, but we keep our eyes on the mountain range again. The strange men walking alongside our ranks carry bludgeons of things that were once used for carrying water to urban centers;today they are used to keep us in line.

We have been walking for weeks, months maybe. We don't have a sense of time, just day and night. We wake up, we eat poorly (if that), and then we walk. At sunset we make camp with the men and then sleep. We don't have enough food for all of us, so we are randomly chosen to eat supper. The men who carry the bludgeons say that we must walk to the mountains to appease the people who live there. They speak of them like they are gods. These are not the old gods which our parents talked about (or in some cases continue to talk about), but new ones who control these men with the bludgeons. We are all scared about making it to the mountains.

It was a few hours since we had been walking when they arrived. They jumped from the trees and startled the men with the bludgeons. We all dove for the ground. They carried weapons that made loud booming noises. They pointed the long things at the men with bludgeons and they would usually hit the ground. But these few mysterious new men were soon beaten down by our escorts. The fight did not last long. As the men with bludgeons told us to get up, more loud noises filled the thin, dying forest. All of us hit the ground for a second time.

After the dust cleared, only the men with the magic sticks remained. We had heard stories of the mountain men of the north, who would take traveling souls and sell them to the new gods. We all laid with the dirt in our face, praying to the old gods.

"Get the women to the caravan," I heard a man say in the distance, "the slavers were trying to get 'em up north. Good thing we caught 'em now, few more miles and they would have been Ravager meat."

They started to help us up. Our people replied cautiously, we did not know these magic mens motives.

"We'll take em West out to the Outpost. I think Jonathan would probably like to hear about this. New women are always good anyway, with our small numbers."

"I suppose. Out of the fire and into the frying pan, eh?"

"It's necessary."

We followed our new escorts out of the woods and into the flatlands of the West.

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[darkmessiah]

Good idea with the timestamp Platitude, I mean Platypus.