Write me a story! (use your imagination and have fun with it.)?

Question

It can either be a:
•Scary story
•Romantic story

Best one wins. It has to be a bit long.

Let your creative Juices flow!

Answer 1

One day as the golden sun set upon Me I looked up to the sky. In my heart i knew that one day i would look up and see dirt. The sun would be gone and so would I. But would I really be gone, would my soul float away like driftwood in the Nile? what is it like to die? is it pleasurable like ice cream on a hot summer day? is it torturous like being shot at by a firing squad? maybe it depends on the way that you die. Life loves me but do i love it back. Can i love it back. people around me throw the term too casually, love, what does it really mean. But even in the dark of nights know that i will always be loved, for as long as i am alive i at least know that i love myself. But when i die will i be a loveless corpse? I guess the only way to know is to die and find out. But right now i think i am going to keep on being loved. I will answer my questions later.

Answer 2

Once upon a time, a nanosecond or two, there lived a girl who had to write a short story, about 700 to 1000 words long, and she was uninspired or lazy, it doesn't really matter. She was so used to getting on her computer for research, she didn't have to develop her imagination, and lo! she had lost it somewhere. She panicked, because who wants to admit that they had at least partially lost their minds? So she did as she always did: She got on her computer, used a little deception(not telling us why she wanted the story), and asked well-meaning strangers for help. She turned it in, and she got BUSTED.

Answer 3

The darkness engulfed the night. It was the night of the full moon and it was also a very cloudy night, so there was little light.
Terry was in the heavy forest surrounding the small town of two-hundred, Oak Rock.
Terry held an axe in his hand as he descended through the forest and into Oak Rock. He wore a cloak, a hood pulled over his head. He had been waiting for this night for a month. Ever since his 'boss' had given his next assassination mission; He had to kill an old man, by the name of Archimedes.
Archimedes was a scientist, who discovered an energy resource that would never tire. He was to make his discovery public the week after, so no country could use his discovery against another.
He kept his findings in a locked suitcase which he carried with him everywhere. Terry's job was to kill Archimedes, after that a man would show up at Archimedes' house to retrieve the suitcase.
A strong gust of wind rushed through the forest. Blowing dirt in Terry's face, he rested his forehead in the crook of his elbow to avoid getting dirt in his eyes and continued towards Oak Rock.
He broke out of the forest and reached the edge of the town at half an hour past midnight.
Keeping close to the house, trying to avoid streetlights, Terry managed to make it into Archimedes' backyard unseen, by the very few people who were outside.
A unlocked screen door in the back of Archimedes' house was Terry's entrance. Terry searched the house and found the old man asleep on a soft bed upstairs.
Terry crept through the open door and raised his axe above his head. Terry closed his eyes and launched the axe forward with his arms at Archimedes' head.
He felt the axe land on something soft and before he opened his eyes to lock he heard loud footsteps. When he opened his eyes he was the only one in the room, his axe struck a pillow.
He turned to run out the door, but as he did flame covered the room, everything lit ablaze.
The fire burned Terry's flesh and caught his clothes in it's fiery grasp. Screams for help, and cries of agony tore away from Terry's lips. But, nobody heard them, not even the old man, who was already out of the house with his suitcase held against his side.
So it was. Terry burned slowly, a horrible death followed. He tried to escape the fire's bright, hot talons but failed, forced to pay the ultimate price for all the pain he himself had caused.

Sorry not as scary as I had envisioned. Demand scares are not my specialty. I'm more of a fantasy writer.

Answer 4

Once there was a kid who didnt want to do her homework, so she went to Yahoo Answers and offered ten lousy Yahoo points in exchange for a story. Nobody was dumb enough to do it for this lazy kid. Pax - C.