September Writing Contest
Thread Topic: September Writing Contest
September Writing Contest
It's two day's to september, so what better way to start the month than with a writing contest?
Calling all talented writers!
Your submission should be either
The contest runs through out september. The deadline for submissions is 30th of September.
How to enter
Anyone can enter the contest. All you have to do is Post a link to your entry.
Entries should be a chapter or a page.
You can ask questions in the link i'll post below.
Thanks for reading!
The haunting of Hebevitar
Have I ever told you the story of Hebevitar Landrey? Ol' Bevi for short. Hebevitar was a rotund rat who came from old money. His family owned the Landrey bridge which crossed the river just south of town. You've probably heard of the bridge, but what you wouldn't know is how prominent the family was in this area until the steam boat came through.
See, the Landrey bridge was a toll bridge. Old and rickety, it was obvious they didn't use the money to maintain the damn thing. Every cent that that bridge made lined their pockets. That is until the flood hit and the bridge gave out. Those three little Jefferson boys were on it when it did. Their bodies never found.
They rebuilt the bridge that following summe, but by then half the town had grown accustomed to taking the steam boat whenever they needed to travel. The Landreys fell on hard times. That following year their farm hit a terrible famine. Their wool mill burned. It seemed that natural catastrophes tended to follow them around everywhere they went. Hebevitar had been head of the house for only a few years, and they had fallen so low that all their servants had left and it seemed they were auctioning off more of their estates furniture each month to cover expenses. Still, status was everything, and they continued to live like they had money that wasn't there until the last leg fell out from under them.
Nearly a year passed and we didn't hear anything from Hebevitar. He and his mistress had been trying for a heir, but had little luck. I was there the day he was in town square trying to convince people to take the bridge again. He claimed that the steam boat was unstable and that the vapors would make people light headed. And to prove it, he would ride that steam boat himself.
Well we all climbed aboard with him, figured it would be a sight to see at the very least. And not long after we got moving, he started in.
"The wind is cutting, the vapors dizzying, and the waves are nauseating. And above all of that there was the damn scratching."
Now we knew old Bevi was grasping at straws but nobody could understand what he meant by scratching. Yet on and on he went about the scratching noise. He began shouting, saying how he couldn't hear us over how loud the scratching noise was. He rolled his head and shouted about how the sound was deafening. The rest of us, unsure of what had come over him, watched in silent confusion.
Suddenly, old Bevi shot up from his seat, shouting about how he needed air to clear his head. He rushed to the side raising with his hands clamped over his ears, yelling about the scratching noise that only he could hear. As he reeled, the steam boat pitched hard and old Bevi tumbled off the edge.
We all panicked; afraid he'd been sucked up under the boat to be pummelled and drowned on the rear paddles. It was nearly a minute before we spotted him far off in the river thrashing about and yelling. By the time the steam boat had stopped, a passing farm hand had heard the commotion from the road and jumped in the river to save Hebevitar. When we arrived he was white as a sheet and mumbling something to himself that we couldn't understand.
Bevi never recovered, and his estate finally foreclosed. He now spends his nights in the Landrey Asylum. One of the only places that still bears his name. The asylum sits up north, up on a hill and far from the river. No one knows what caused old Hebevitar to break so badly, but legends say that when he fell off that boat, that he saw the ghosts of those three dead Jefferson boys underneath, scratching at the bottom of the boat. Clawing their way to reach him.
So I guess I win.
shattered dreams Novicepfffff lmao-
i do like your story tho :0
Yeah. You win.
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