Hey, I'm an edm producer (not a very good one.) but I really want my new song to stand out. I want deep, thought provoking lyrics, not your typical pop lyrics. I was thinking lyrics in the style of Trevor Hall, but with electronic music.

I will include the winners name in the song title, and check in before I post the song to any sort of social media.

Me and my friend were having an argument about weather or not you could take over the with just 60 American cents.

The challenge:

write a short story about someone taking over the planet starting with less than a dollar.

no word limit! This is your chance to help me prove my friend wrong.

Write a darn tuttin fantabulistic real legit conspiracy theory y'all.

If you only had one sentence before you died what would it be?

In the book A Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy it is said that 42 is the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything. But they never explain what the question is. Write a question in which 42 is the answer that explains life.

Keep it less than two paragraphs.

In a dark room, I sat waiting. fearfully dreading the unknown future that lie closely ahead. The darkness was conflicted with a dull green light flooding out of 9 computer monitors. The sickening glow of advanced hardware faintly illuminated the face of a pale man. He sat terrified, chained to a metal chair. A terrible muffled cry pierced through the black piece of cloth covering his mouth, and echoed throughout the compressed amount of space that surrounded him. He was trapped, forced to wait for his own death, but It wasn’t death that caused his dismay.

Elevated above the pale man, was placed an alabaster clock. Supported by nine nails, Twelve Roman numerals surrounded the circumference of it. Faded by time, the uppermost digit, scarcely visible, stood as both the memory of the past, and the uncertainty of the future.

11:50, the clock read, as both the minute, and the hour gradually beat ever closer to the mysterious forsaken figure on the highest point of the clock.

Nine monitors, shimmering with a bright fascination surrounded a immense, majestic cylindrical capsule filled with 283 liters of a murky solution. The dark blue solution sat perfectly motionless waiting to seep into the mind of a dying man. A metal ramp, attached to the capsule led to the the top where a man could enter.

Twelve men were watching the murky solution in intense anticipation. Pens were ready to record what ever may happen. Among the twelve scientists, My brother, ranked as leader.

Jacob, My brother, was the pure essence of knowledge. He would not let anything slip by him without fully understanding it. If their was anything he didn’t understand completely, he would do unspeakable things to learn it. A small revolver was recklessly

placed in his lab coat pocket.

As the clock beat, every passing second meant hope, excitement, and wonder to each the twelve observers. But for me, and the pale man, time brought nothing but dread, and despair. I found myself trying to grab hold of every moment to use as a barrier from the nearby future.

I began to wonder why Jacob wanted me to see the final results of his experiment. As a child, Jacob seemed to always look to me for approval.

“Monitors?” My brother asked

“Ready” One of the scientist replied.

“Subject?”

The pale man let out another muffled cry

“Ready”

“Tank?”

“Ready”

“Let the experiment begin.”

Four scientist walked to the pale man, looking to the clock. He tensed up. The scientist unbound the test subject, while three other scientist began to uncover the capsule.

The pale man was ripped from his chair, and his arms forced behind his back He was pushed onto the ramp, and lead to the top.

Three of the gloved scientist stretched a clear plastic sheet behind the head of the pale man.

Jacob grabbed the revolver from his pocket. He loaded the weapon,and aimed to at the pale man.

The sound of gun shot echoed through the darkness. Red fluid from the head of the pale man darted to the clear plastic sheet.

After quickly disposing of the clear plastic, the scientists quickly forced the pale corpse into the murky solution, and closed the capsule.

The fluid eagerly entered the newly contrived hole in the back of the pale mans head. The sound of the expensive monitors brought the excitement, and pain of truth to the otherwise ignorant room. The clock ticked ever closer to the dreaded, and anticipated twelve o clock.

Seizing the sequence of binary code, the monitors went completely black. The clock beat three times.

A small fleck of beautiful white appeared showed in the dead [ETR1] center of each of the nine monitors. Scientist began scribbling what appeared to be complete non-sense onto their observation pads.

The light began to grow. The sound of the computer systems increased in volume. The clock forced its way closer to midnight which was now lightly obscured by the pale man’s blood.

The white light that seemed so small, and utterly insignificant now filled the entire screen. The systems were louder than ever. The 12 scientists began scribbling frantically.

The monitors went dark. The systems went quiet, the scientists took a breath.

The clock hit 12.

An image of the pale man began to appear in the middle of the screen. He was significantly less pale than the corpse. He had been wearing a suit.

Standing right next to him was a stunningly beautiful woman.

The priest read from his holy book, and the couple gave the affirmation.

The scientists looked to the screen in fascination. They began scribbling on their notepads.

The screen went dark.

The pale man, and his wife were arguing. A young girl watched the two fighting with a great sadness. She knew what was to come.

The man clenched a glass in his hand. The shouting continued.

The man could no longer bare it. The glass from the man’s hand went deep into the girls eye. The glass that began spotless was now covered in the woman’s blood. The young girl began crying.

“Mother”

The man became sick. Sick with hatred, guilt, and fear.

Keep the count between 50 and 250 words. Try to keep the symbolism of the clock.

Tyler found himself attempting to catch his breath. After he realized that his breath was actually a homogeneous mixture of gasses, he realized catching it would be pointless. He was utterly Befuddled about that events that happened only moments before the moment that he currently found himself stuck in. The whiteness of the room he was now stuck in made the very definition of white seem awfully dark.

Although it was cold, hard, and terribly quiet, He found this white room to be adequately more pleasant than the english class he was previously stuck in. Though he was entirely unsure how he came to travel from the terrible english classroom, to the slightly less terrible white room.

He decided he would do something that wanted to try for a number of years. To go completely insane. He’s wondered why he hasn’t brought himself to doing this yet, because in his mind letting go of sanity seemed a rather pleasing experience.

Just as Tyler began talking to the voices that have always been whispering to him from his mind, he heard a sound.

“Which one of you did that” He angrily asked the voices in his head.

“I’m not sure” Said one of the voices whom Tyler had decided to name after his fish, Sean. Sean the voice was by far the most sarcastic voice in Tylers head, which Tyler thoroughly enjoyed. He was a rather amusing character tyler enjoyed listening too. Sean always had something interesting to say. At least Tyler assumed he did, though after all, he’d only started talking to sean a few moments ago.

Sean the voice had been named after sean the fish simply because that’s how Tyler saw him, as a fish. He had no idea why he imagined Sean as a fish. Perhaps it’s because that most sarcastic person he had known prior to talking to Sean the voice was Sean the fish. Sean the fish had always been extremely sarcastic. Every time tyler asked him to swim, sean swam. And due to His extreme boredom in life, Tyler thought that a swimming fish was the best thing that could ever happen to him.

A repetition of the noise made tyler think about what made him name the voice in his head in the first place.

“So you're positive that that wasn’t you right?” Tyler asked shawn.

“I think so… But I only know what you want me to know seeing as the fact that I am merely a figment of your imagination.”

“I see your point” Tyler said to sean.

The noise repeated.

“So um… How would you describe this noise that we recently heard?” asked tyler

The noise repeated

“I think it sound very much like the noise that we heard previously to the noise that we have heard recently”

Tyler never thought that his own mind could be so confusing

The noise repeated.

“It sounds copious.”

“I don’t know what that means” said sean.

“I don’t know what the sound means, therefore I used a acceptable adjective”

A door that Tyler had failed to notice existed suddenly opened.

“Welcome to the intergalactic insane asylum.”

There is a series of episodes on YouTube called don't hug me, I'm scared. In this series three characters are forced to be in a children's tv station that they soon discover is corrupt. This series remains pretty mysterious and is open to personal interpretation. I would like to see this series recreated in book format. I would like to see the Charicter thoughts as they experience this. I would like to read more about what happens behind the scenes. Again. This series is made to be open to interpretation so there is no right and wrong answer I just want to see your interpretations written out in story form.

Take two villains from separate books, or movies, (Ex Darth Vader, and Snape) swap their places, and write about both sides.

Make sure you clearly indicate who the swapped villains are at the top.

This is just for funsies! with a little added bonus.

Tell me the worst thing you have ever done.

lol.

(don't be one of those whores that ruin the fun and lie)

I will choose whichever one I feel would have made my father literally bury me six feet under.

NOTICE: ANYONE CAN PARTICIPATE!! it doesn't have to be bloody murder to be the worst thing. Just base it off of how you genuinely live your life and within all of your choices, tell me the worst thing YOU have done.

It will be different for EVERYONE. nobody is the same, especially in these situations.

You all have the capability of winning! Good luck to all.

Hey there, Little Lady Ally here! (That was too long so Ally it is) This is for the writers and non-writers alike.

Have you ever written or wanted to write a story which features a characters death? Fanfic or your own, as long as it was YOUR writing and your ideas.

If so, have you ever been stumped by how to kill off a character? Have you ever started a story based around a characters death that happens until much later in the story? How do you determine their inevitable demise? Why did you choose them and not a different character?

You can answer these and/or write something based off the prompt below:

~ Need a good reason to write your characters demise? This is it! 800 word limit please, nothing past that.

I'm mainly curious because I don't want to reach the chapter where one of my OC's has to say goodbye 🥲 I procrastinate more than I write.

Please share! Thanks!

Sometimes, the most important messages can be conveyed in only a few words. Sometimes, it's hard to find the words to use.Sometimes, you have too much to say.

This time, you only have fifteen words. Value them and write something meaningful (or something random and stupid is fine too. XP)

Example

Silence is more destructive than weapons. It tears you apart on the inside without mercy.

Ready to have some fun? Well you will with this contest! The prompt of the contest is to type random stuff and put ONE word in it. whoever's word is hardest to find will be the winner. There's no limit. Just no bad words. 

Basically, you write your own creepypasta book (word limit of 25,000)

The winner will have their OC drawn and added in "Living With Killers"!

*It can also be an X Reader*

This is a simple contest. Just tell us the reason(s) you write!

No word limit:)

Create a battle scene. It can be from a bigger war scenario, or just a background game with nerf guns and lightsabers. It could be a futuristic battle or rewind the action back to the medieval times. It can be as bloody and violencey as you would like it to be, but do not make it gory just for the hell of it. And have fun! 

Good luck!

Humour. Make me laugh with as few words as possible. Maximum three sentences. 

Hello stranger! This is a contest about comedy!! Yeah, you heard me! It's COMEDY TIME!! Alright, I'm calm now. I know I'm not the only one that kind of needs a break from all the serious novel writing, like the dark romance, or complicated mystery stories. So! The objectives are these:

1. Create your own character (be descriptive, but not too "Oh, Anne has blue hair.")

2. You can make that character the funny one, or the people around them comedic.

3. This is writing! Add in or make it revolve around anything you want: Fantasy, Fan-fiction, Romance, Mystery, etc.

4. There is no limitation to writing! Pour your hearts out! ^^

5. Please make this PG-13: I have no idea how people will make this inappropriate, but I'm still putting it out there (if your jokes are kinda in the R range, then just somehow hint them in there lol, because I actually find those funny ^^)

6. Add in some kind of media to "enhance" the reading experience (music or whatever.)

If you still have questions, just message me or comment below. Good Luck everyone!!