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After a great deal of headaches, unbelievably hard judging and awesome moments reading the stories, I came to a conclusion.

How foolish I was setting up a competition thinking it's okay to judge it...

So yeah, after an extension and another extension planned for two people who didn't make it in time (that didn't happen because said people resigned in the end, what a shame), the amount of entries amounts to eight. That's it guys, eight stories, each of them with equal hard work put in it, effort and hardships speak from each word of them. Made me feel a little bad all of you are doing it to compete for such humble rewards.

Now then, after a huge brainstorm with Senpai, we've reached a conclusion that is meant to uncover the winners of this contest. It was by no means an easy task, and it probably will leave a little sour aftertaste once I reveal it, but it's the decision that we may call final. To compensate for everything bad you might feel, I'll contact you once again via PM, later on - each of the contestants - and give you a thorough insight and feedback on your masterpieces. It might take up to a week, but await my PM - it will definitely come.

Ah also, to all those who entered. I really encourage you to write and post more of those. Reading each of your works' made me feel really fulfilled and it would be a shame if I never saw your writing again. If you need an invite to Writers, just ask me privately - that's the only way to be able to post your own threads in Writers section.

NOW, NOT TO TAKE ANY MORE TIME. gif unrelated

1st place

@Compaismywaifu

2nd place

@[deleted]

3rd place

@Lokorfi

4th place (in random order)

@[deleted]

@Em.

@Inkjet Printer

@[deleted]

@Senpai

The awards will be handed out within 24 hours. @CompaIsMyWaifu, please PM me regarding the title you're choosing for your reward.

Oh, and yeah, we're still waiting for your book. >:3

Make sure you read the stories!

CompaIsMyWaifu
The Wave
By CompaIsMyWaifu

As I walked along the familiar forest path, I stopped to close my eyes and take in the sweet spring air. The scent of morning dew filled my nostrils, and I let out a sigh with a light smile. Mornings like this were perfect for my daily walk. The sunrise cascading through the branches, the soft tweets of the birds… And not another soul around to disturb the tranquility. It’s almost as if the whole forest were my own world, sealed away from the rest of humanity. My neighbors never get up this early, so I make it a ritual to start my walk at sunrise everyday, lest they trample on my me-time.

Laughing to myself at the thought, I step forward and continue towards the river. The bridge creaks a little as I take each step, as usual. As I reached the center, my ears suddenly perked up to another sound.

“AIYYEEEEEEEEE!!!”

SPLOOSH.

I jerked my head to the right, looking for the source of the bloodcurdling scream. In the water, I could see a flailing figure, struggling to keep afloat.

My heart beating faster than a hummingbird’s, I dropped my backpack and immediately dove into the water. The wave of piercing cold flowed over every inch of me. Surely it couldn't be this cold in spring?

I gave a mental shake of my head and swam upstream as hard as I could towards the figure.

Kick, stroke, kick, stroke, kick, stroke.

I could feel the cold starting to penetrate my lungs.

Kick, stroke, kick, stroke, kick, stroke.

The muscles in my legs were shivering with every kick.

Kick, stroke, kick, stroke, kick, stroke.

The figure was sinking lower…

Kick, stroke, kick, stroke, kick, stroke.

The splashes of the figure had subsided…

KICK, STROKE, KICK, STROKE, KICK, STROKE.

I inhaled as deeply as I could, the air seeming to crystallize me from within, and dove under.

The figure was being dragged motionless along the riverbed now, waves of dark hair billowing in the current. The icy torrent washed over my head… Is this how I am to die? Trying to play the hero for a drowning stranger in the woods?

I reached my shivering hand out, feeling the icy air slowly escape from me… This can't be it… This can't be…

SPLOOSH.

I gasped so hard, I took in a little water with my breath. With one arm hoisting the body, I swam still more desperately…

Kick… Stroke… Kick… Stroke…

Just a few more meters to the edge…

Kick… Stroke… Kick… Stroke…

My legs were screeching in protest now…

Kick… Stroke…

FLOP.

I dropped onto the grass, still struggling to keep my breath as I turned over the body. It was only now that I was able to get a good look at her: A beautiful, fair-skinned girl with flowing dark brown hair, and perky ears coated with the same brown fur. I lowered my ear close to her…

She wasn't breathing.

Panicking, I did the only thing I could think of. I carefully tilted her chin up, pinched her nose, and took a breath. I placed my lips over hers, and blew into her like I was inflating a balloon. I saw her chest gradually rise, and felt a slow, steady breath against my face.

The girl let out a cough, and steadily opened her eyes. She gazed up at me, her piercing red eyes locked onto mine. It felt as though she were penetrating my very mind with those eyes…

“Who are you?” I asked without thinking.

She continued her piercing stare, then curled her lip into a soft smile. “Reu… My name is Reu”

Those eyes… Why was she looking at me so with those eyes?

“N-Nashashi...” I stuttered. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks.

Her smile curled further still. She was much too close now…

“Thank you… Nanashi” she said, as I once again felt her lips press against mine.

The wave of cold drained from me instantly.

taymor
*BEEP *BEEP *BEEP
E-eight O'clock, oh no! I'll be late for school on the first day! Tearing down the staircase, school bag in hand, I make my way to the door. Luckily Yunomi, my little sister, had already made me toast and handed me a slice on the way by.
“Good luck, big brother!”
Dashing down the streets toward my school, I can just see the gates of Lewton High when a voice rings audibly from the school's annunciator.
“All students please gather in the gym for this year's opening ceremonies in five minutes.”
Just in time, then, and I'll go straight to the gym.
The opening ceremony went normally, and I found my class in time for home room earlier. Exactly as expected, from Magical Boy Nanashi! Oh right, I forgot to say, I'm actually a crime fighting super hero with magical powers! Luckily though, that's only when I transform into my super supreme special form, so none of my school friends can find out my secret identity.
The homeroom teacher was talking about all of the school activities, but all I could think about was what club I should join. The light music club, the school living club, maybe the supernatural club? I just can't decide. I know! I'll read some of the club pitches on the billboard outside at lunch!
I wait for the lunch bell, and when it finally comes, I rush down to the club board to see all the available clubs. Immediately, I notice a fluorescent pink sticky note on the bottom corner of the board. It reads 'Are you a wizard? If so, join our club! Come to room C207 during club hours to apply.” Well, that sounds awfully appropriate for a magical boy like me!
Knocking on the door, I can here a few voices from within mumble until I'm greeted by a taller boy with silver hair, and the third year tie lazily draped over his shoulder.
“Pizza delivery?” he asks, seemingly genuinly expecting a pizza in the near future.
“Eheheh, no, I saw your ad on the club board, I'm here to join the club.”
“Aah, of course, come on in. I'll get you an application right away.” He responds, moving to a desk covered in paper on one side of the club room. “I'm the club president, you can call me Senpai. There's Riina and Misao at the table.” He points to a square table at which a cute girl and an imposing man (who looks a bit old for this school) are currently playing some sort of card game. Those must be tarot cards! This really is a magic club!
Senpai handed me a club application and a pen, and I quickly scrawled my name across the bottom before handing it back.
“Welcome to the forum wizard club!” The three call out with varying enthusiasm.
Uh, 'forum wizard?' That's an awfully wierd name. I'll just try to play it off cool like I already know what I just signed up for. “Yeah, cool! What're we going to do today? I'm ready for some mad wizardy!”
“As our newest member, you'll be in charge of watching all the worst possible shows as suggested by our members, and reviewing them for the forum.” Senpai informed me, the other two still focused intently on their card game.
Oh no, it looks like I misenterpreted the club notice! I guess I probably should've at least asked what I'd be doing before signing on. Well, looks like I'm going to have to just go with it. I don't want to reveal my secret identity after all. “O-of course! Uhm, well, where do I start?”
Misao, not even looking away from the game, points to a dusty old PC in the corner next to a few, much more modern looking, laptop computers. “That'll be yours” he says in a gruff voice, “we've already compiled a list.”
“A-alrighty then, I guess I'll get right on that then” I stammer while making my way around the table to the PC in the corner. As I sat down, I realized that I would rue the day I came to this room, I have to actually watch, and finish, all of Diabolik Lovers? There could be no fate darker than this.
The End... Or is it?

Lokorfi
A Fictional Story where you are Nanashi

Every time that you text her “I,” you had meant to say sorry but you pressed Enter way too early.
Every time that you embrace her feels like an unspoken plea, like the fingers with which you grasp the back of her sweater is dripping with blood and tears. You’ve practiced tying a noose for so long that you wear it like it’s a tie.
You admit that you stalled so much that it might as well have been a lie in the first place.
You just hope that she’ll be the first to save you. The hope is just a flickering, dying light, but maybe if you let her hold you, she’ll give you the sun.
All you ask is a little more time. You wish you could just meet her for the first time for the third time, just to see her smile and laugh like you knew her forever ago.
You want her to pry her hands into your heart and feel the beating warmth crying out, before your hands grow limp and cold. You want to miss her every day, but you want to cry into her skin until it forms a tattoo on her wrists, into her shoulder, and into her mind.
But then she stops answering. It’s a message that means goodbye, even with the lack of words to speak. It continues to redirect to voicemail, always. It’s been full for a while, full of all the things you’ve always hid from her… her prying hands. They are now limp, and although you should feel suffering, you feel nothing. All hell that used to endure was missing, like she had gone with a piece of the puzzle.
Perhaps she was just tired. Tired of you. Tired of everything.
They drift by, the clouds, and time moves on, and the hope is now nothing more than a candle flame, faltering in its tiny insecurity. The glassy eyes of hers continue to stare at you from across the universe, and she is still dwelling within your fatigued chest, hanging onto you like a dead cancer. Was everything alright? You hear the words every day, as if everyone thinks that they are the equivalent to asking how your day has been, as if they thought they would matter if they asked the one question to a person that they probably don’t even care about.
After a while, the combination was like white noise, prompting an automatic response, the one that they want to hear so they don’t have to know everything wrong about you.
When you heard her speak for the first time, you fell in love. Her voice was a lighthouse within a lost darkness. But when the light went out, if only for a moment, there was mourning. You were so sorry. But now you are alone.
It’s six years now. You’ve grown older, in more ways than you care to admit. You can still spell her last name like a fingerprint on your memory, after six years. The only thing that you can taste is cigarettes and daydreams. You still dream of the days like summer never ended, and it’s beginning to show in your steps. They are silent and careless, like the naivety you once wore like a coating.
The Consortium is berating you for being this way, for falling behind and they threaten to fire you. You brush it aside for later, because there was no business in continuing a tool’s trade.
You leave the office building and take a step in the puddles while walking towards the train station. The rain left a few hours ago, as you saw when looking out the window earlier. The sun shines a bit too brightly after the storm, and it almost blinds you until your eyes adjust.
There is a girl standing there. She looks the same. Her eyes catch you and makes her head turn slightly in your direction, as if she recognizes you too.
You continue to walk past, and as you pass her she suddenly grabs your hand. She looks at you, and you look back.
She comes close to you, and whispers in your ear.
“I know who killed her.”
WHITE NOISE WHITE NOISE WHITE NOISE WHITE NOISE WHITE NOISE WHITE NOISE
WHITE NOISE WHITE NOISE WHITE NOISE WHITE NOISE WHITE NOISE WHITE NOISE WHITE NOISE WHITE NOISE
She is GONE and the remains are A CELLPHONE
You pick it up and turn it over,
On the screen is a picture of YOU and HER.
You hear the train approaching and you fall onto the rail, into the upcoming train.
The cellphone in your hand disappears.

Em.
On an early October morning with the sun peeking through the slightly a jarred bathroom door softly reflecting off of the circular mirror hanging over the porcelain sink and its accompanying chrome faucet, dimly illuminating the bathroom in a soft autumn glow stood Nanashi in all his glory and admired his enduring efforts of the morning. It was a double flusher, although he knew that no amount of flushing would mitigate the immense odor emitted by his seven hour struggle of wrestling with that brown, eyeless eel that forcefully slithered its dreary embodiment out of the very depths of his being to plunge into its shallow, watery grave. No, for that, fleeing was the only redemption to escape the gas chamber of his own creation. He burst out the door as if he was fleeing a house fire, gasping for fresh air as soon as he deemed it safe to do so, as if it really was a house fire he had fled. As he began to appreciate the freshness of the air filling his lungs it dawned on him that he had no idea where he was – let alone when he was. The corridor situated in the middle of his humble two bedroom apartment which he had expected to be standing in had instead taken the form of an old brick street illuminated only by the moon and the feint warm bloom seeping into the street from a few windows in the narrow stone buildings following the street on either side.

He brushed the pearls of post-defecation sweat from his bushy brow and barely had time to step back up onto the pavement not to be trampled by a pair of horses carrying a wooden black cart adorned with copper accents and a tall, clean shaven man garbed in a black tuxedo and a top hat that fit snugly on his oblong head. The man brought his horses to an abrupt halt and a dozen feet or so from where Nanashi was standing, leaning over his carriage as he did. “Oi mate, you bette’ not be standin’ out in the bloody street lest you want to get you’self killed!” he yelled in a cockney accent so wide it didn’t register as English in Nanashi’s mind at first as he looked Nanashi up and down. “And what’s with your attire young lad?” he added. Nanashi looked down at his blue Levi’s trailing down to his white Nike sneakers and then at his unzipped grey hoodie revealing a regular white t-shirt with a few odd grease stains barely visible in the dim lighting. “I’m sorry sir, I’m just a bit… confused. Could you tell me what date it is?” Nanashi replied. “Ah, you sound like you’re an eastern fella. That makes more sense then.” He grinned slightly to himself, enough to show his discoloured teeth and followed up with “It’s the 29th today, mister.” The date seemed to make sense to Nanashi, as it was the evening of the 28th that he had first entered the bathroom which would be the arena of his several hour long bowel induced skirmish that had let up to the morning he was expecting to encounter when he finally set foot outside his bathroom door once again. “That would be the 29th of October, correct? Also, what year is it?” he inquired sharply. The man laughed heavily, almost inducing a cough before exclaiming “1889 of course!” he shook his head and asked with genuine curiosity “How does one go about knowing the date, well, the month at least yet not the year?”. “It’s complicated” Nanashi sighed. The man shook his head still grinning “You’ve must ‘ave been on one hell of a binge mister. I’ve heard you Slavs have a thing for the bottle but not to this extent!” He brought a small silver coin from his pocket and tossed it towards Nanashi and said “Here, have a pint on me, at least it’ll keep ya indoors for a while!” as he whipped his horses into running with a quick jerk and shouted “And stay clear off the East End, the Scotland Yard’s all over the place looking for some loon and you look just odd enough to fit the bill, so long!” as his horses quickly pulled his cart down the narrow street, quickly escaping Nanashi’s view. The coin thrown by the man had landed by Nanashi’s feet, having bounced off his chest as he was too deep into chock to even notice it coming. He stared at it as if he had anchored his mind upon it to keep it from drifting into more frightful thoughts. Finally he squatted down and picked up the coin and inspected it. It had had the digit 3 etched onto it, decorated with a crown above it and two olive branches climbing along the sides of it originating from under it. According to the year written on the coin it was minted in 1877, 118 years before Nanashi was even born. He quickly shoved into the pocket of his jeans, as to hide it from his own view in order to subside the uneasiness it was inducing within him.He turned around and ran back into his bathroom, which he now only could recognize by the white wooden door that had once stood in the corridor in his small two bedroom apartment, but now stood by the foot of an old English stone house situated between a pub that looked just as old and a rundown brick house.

Once inside he shut the door behind him, returning to the stench he had once fled but now welcomed as it at least felt familiar to him. He tried flushing the toilet and opened the door, hoping that his attempts would bring him home to his 21st century Poland which he already longed immensely for, but to no avail, he was once again greeted by the chilly, dark and damp streets of what he could only assume was 19th century Britain. He crawled up on the floor for a long while, just lying there fighting the urge to weep. He finally felt hunger creeping up on him, so he gathered up his strength and rose to his feet. He had set his mind on buying something at the pub next door with the money he had received by the gentleman with the horses. He took a deep breath and unlocked the door and stepped out into the street once more as he gently pushed it open. The crescent moon was still visible although it had moved quite a bit, he must’ve stayed inside the bathroom for quite a while he thought to himself. He turned to his right and followed the pavement which brought him to the entrance of the next door pub. The entrance looked rugged and aged, with the red pain almost entirely worn down in certain places to reveal the layer of wood beneath it. He took a deep breath once again and walked into the establishment. It was warm and dark, illuminated only by a few candles set out on the few wooden tables which were placed around the room, with only one being occupied by a bearded man hunched over his almost finished pint by the lone window facing the street from which he had just entered. The pub’s owner stood up from the stool he was sitting on behind the bar and nodded in his direction – Nanashi greeted back with a nod after a second of hesitation. “What will it be? We’re out of whiskey but we’ve got plenty of beer and a few bottles of wine left.” Nanashi asked if they served any food. The man slowly shook his head, still inspecting Nanashi. “I’ll settle on a bottle of wine then, if this suffices to meet the expense.” Nanashi said thinking that it might fill his stomach enough to drown his hunger, as he pulled out the coin safely stored inside the front pocket of his jeans. The man looked gazed at it for a while and then said “A bottle goes by the shilling, and that’s only 3 pence by the look of it. However, it’ll buy you a pint of with some change to spare.” Nanashi sighed and put the coin back into his pocket. The bartender brought up a dusty bottle of white wine and set it on the bar, “Alright, I have this bottle of wine I could sell you for 3 pence, but I’ll warn you that it might not be safe to drink.”, he coughed and scratched his thick moustache that covered most of his upper lip and then continued “This bottle was stolen from some French imposter cunts by my cousin taking the king’s shilling, so it might be poisoned according to his words. I doubt it is, but if you decide to try your luck you better drink it somewhere other than here.” He put on a grim smile and said “Dead customers aren’t good for business.” Nanashi brought up the coin again and tossed it to him, the bartender caught it and nodded “All yours” he said and sat back down on the stool he was previously seated on. Nanashi grabbed the bottle with a slight reluctance and headed back into the street leaving the warmth of the pub behind him.

He returned immediately to his bathroom and locked the door behind him. He took off his belt and used the pin used to fasten it to open the cork of the 3 pence wine he had just purchased. He put his nose to the top of the bottle and took a whiff – it smelled like wine alright, nasty fucking wine he thought. He shrugged his shoulders as if to shrug off the stupidity of his upcoming action and started drinking. It wasn’t the worst he had ever tasted but bad enough that he’d rather drink his own piss, that at least, wouldn’t lead to his possible death. He sat with his back flush against the wall with his legs out, with the bottle in right hand and flickering through an old magazine with his left, reading through old articles about video games that he’d previously thought looked like absolute shit but he’d now do anything to play instead of drinking shitty wine in his bathroom during a time were video games weren’t even on the horizon of things that were to be invented.

He woke up with his head pounding; it felt as if he had slept for several hours. His bladder felt like a rice cooker at a Boston marathon so he quickly rushed to the toilet and let out a deliciously salty shower of golden rain, washing away the specks of shit that made a brown mosaic inside the porcelain bowl.

tn5421
“Bye, Tyler. Have a good day.” my manager says to me as I clock out and get ready to leave. I wave goodbye to my co-workers as I leave, body exhausted but mind fully active.

As I walk to my car I feel crushed by a wave of loneliness. My traitorous mind turns to thoughts of how I’ll never be good enough to have more than a few friends, how I’ll never find someone to be in a relationship with, how I’ll grow old and die without anyone caring about me. I push those thoughts aside and crank my car, finally driving home after a long night of work.

As I drive my mind drifts back to my previous line of thought, before being jarred out of it by my car beeping at me, warning me that I am nearly out of fuel. I quickly find a gas station to pull over at, one that seems fairly empty of customers at this early hour.

As I begin to fuel my car, a girl walks over to me. A strange sensation passes through me a moment or two before she decides to speak. It was at once cold and hot, running down from the back of my head to my lower back, and was gone just as quickly as it appeared.

She finally spoke “You don’t have to be lonely, you know.” When she said those words to me, I was unable to reply, barely even able to breathe. How was this person, whom I did not know, able to hit the nail on the head so well? Before I am able to panic, she wraps her arms around me in a tender hug and I calm down despite myself. She whispers into my ear “You just needed someone, didn’t you? ...You’ll be able to find me again once you know my name…..they call me Nana. I’ll be around if you need me again.”

She began to walk away, and that’s when I noticed what was strange. Despite wearing high heels, her footsteps were making no sound.

Inkjet Printer
During the cold war, the American government did a lot of research in weapons technology. It was of outmost importance that they had an edge over their rivals in the Soviet Union. When the cold war ended, most of these projects were abandoned. Or at least, that was what they told the public.
This is one of those projects. Or at least, what I experienced of it.
My name is Jeff Ryan and I'm just your average guy, I'm not special or good at anything really. I just live my life, I have one skill though. People always tell me I look like Harry Styles from one Direction for some reason, a peculiar skill I know, but I'm a chick magnet as a result so I'm cool with it. I've just woken up and school's starting again today, I've studied a lot through the weekend, and I think I'm going to own the test I've got coming up. All I have to do now is get out of my bed and head to school.

"What is this?" I think to myself as I try to get out of my bed. "I can't feel my legs anymore!" Damn, I've probably slept in the wrong position. It'll take a few minutes to get the feeling back so I'll just wait. "Mmmmph!!!" I hear a voice say. What the hell is that? it's coming from my legs! I lift my sheets to check out where the noise is coming from and, oh no. The bottom half of my body! I-it's changed into Nanashi! My legs have changed into the top part on Nanashi! We're joined at the middle, cat dog style if you will, I take a quick look, and a sigh of relief when I realise my dick's still on my body, I can't feel it anymore though. "Whaa! M-my vagina! I-it's gone! And why the hell can I feel your dick!?" Nanashi says. "How the hell did this happen?" I think to myself? "Whaa! Don't look at me!" Nanashi says, I realise I have been sleeping with nothing underwear on. It's gone now.
I notice how she's trying to slap me because I looked at her... Errrrrr.... Assets, but she's struggling because she can't reach my face. I notice I can control our butt, which is divided evenly across the part where our bodies join. "How will we live like this?" I ask. "I don't know! My entire life! Wasted!" She replies. There's got to be a way out, I try to remember everything I've done yesterday, nothing special. I just studied all day long and played some games. Nanashi starts crying, "How will we even move? We've got 4 arms and no legs!" she cries out. There's got to be a way, this can't be real! I try to pull myself from Nanashi but it only hurts. I know, this must be it. I take a look at the first word of each sentence!
That didn't make any sense, why did I even do that? I yell out "Why is this happening to us!!!". And everything turns to black.

I open my eyes and I notice I'm laying on a hospital bed. My legs, they're back!!! 2 people wearing lab coats bend over and look at me. One of the two, an older man with glasses opens his mouth "Dream induction test complete.". "Was this all a dream?" I ask. The other person, a woman, in her twenties with brown hair and a ponytail replies "Yes it was, did you actually think you fused with her!?". "Y-yes I did think that.". They both start laughing, the man says "Rekt" to which the woman replies "lol you got 0wned skrub". I start to feel miserable because of their ridiculing of me. Why do they even talk like that? They're both done with laughing at me now, the man says that "I know too much". I'm wondering what this all means when I realise he's holding a gun in one of his hands. "We're very sorry about this." He says as he puts the gun to my head. "Please don't shoo-"

suicid3Panda
This story happened to me when I was a young teen. I was walking through the park with my younger sister. We had just been out getting ice cream from our local convenience store, and we took a short cut through a local park on the way back because it was starting to get late. The park was almost entirely empty, except for a lone man that sat on the bench near the swings. We didn't pay him much mind since it was a pleasant evening, and seeing people relaxing in the park was fairly common. As we passed the man, I noticed my sister making a face of bewilderment as she stared at him. This was especially odd since this was the was the first time she had taken her focus off her ice cream since we left the store.

"What is it?" I said, somewhat annoyed.
"That man. He was doing something weird in his lap." she replied.

I glanced back, since we had already passed him at this point, and she was right. I couldn't make out exactly what he was doing, but his hands were in his lap and he was very focused on something. It was at that moment when my heart sank. I realized what he must be doing. This sick fuck was masturbating in a public park and continued to do so when two kids walked by! My first instinct was to grab my little sister and run, but before I could make a move, the man shot a stare in our direction. He made direct eye contact with me and had a menacing expression on his face.

"Hey kid! Come here! I got something for ya!" the man shouted at me.

I was thirteen, and my sister is five years younger than me. Even if I could manage to get away, I wouldn't have been able to get my sister safely out with me. The park was rather large and open. There was no where to hide, and our house was still about a 10 minute walk. We were trapped.

"I said COME HERE!" the man shouted to me once again.

I realized I had just been standing there, frozen -- ever since the first time he called out to us. He was clearly becoming agitated. At this point I figured it best to comply, as to not make him any more angry.

"Kev! You're hurting my arm!" my sister whined.

I looked down to see that in the heat of my fight or flight moment, I had grabbed my sister's arm without realizing it and was squeezing tightly.

"Oh, sorry," I apologized, "Come on."

We slowly walked over to the man. As we did I was able to clearly see what he had in his lap. To my surprise, I could see that he hadn't been masturbating. He actually held a knife. I let out a sigh of relief knowing that we weren't dealing with some perverted freak. Apparently the man had been cleaning the knife. He had a rag that was completely soaked in what I soon realized was blood! With that realization I was simultaneously hit by the putrid coppery smell. The man was also covered in blood. It was all over his front and down his pants.

"Oh! Are you hurt?" my sister asked as we approached the man.

The man's menacing stare faded and formed into a smile.

"No I'm just fine, thanks. This isn't my blood. Here."

The man said this as he held out his hand offering me the knife.

"Umm sir? I don't understand." I said, very confused.

The man's face quickly changed back to anger. "Take it! Go on!" He forced the knife, handle first, into my hand. "Keep it. You can have it. I don't need it anymore. Just promise not tell anyone where you got it from, you understand?"

I nodded. The man then stood up and casually walked away. I looked at the knife in my hand. It was REALLY cool!

"Awwww... no fair!" my sister sulked.
"This is dangerous for little kids! You can't have this. Here, I'll let you have the rest of my ice cream."
"Really!?"
"Yep."

She was satisfied. I has happy to see her content smile as I dumped my ice cream into her bowl. I was even happier about my new knife! I don't know who that guy was, but he was really nice!

We walked a short while longer to see someone on their hands and knees in a pool of blood.

"P...Please... My name is Na... Nanashi.. I... !!! Wha... wha..t... the!? That knife! How di... did.." the person could barely speak, but it was clear that he or she was very interested in my knife.
"Back off! This is mine!" I commandingly declared.
"No please.. I...," the person's words were barely audible.
"Shut up, meanie! That's my brother's knife! Don't try to take it from him just because we're kid!" my sister jumped in to defend me.

The person collapsed on the ground. My sister and I walked off and continued on home, but we were still shaken by the thief who tried to take my knife. What a jerk!

Senpai
Once upon a time there was a very evil worm named Harry, he was the leader of the worm crime syndicate and not a very nice worm.

One day Harry wasn't feeling well after he had just finished taking care of a former rival syndicate.

Then a shoe came down and slaughtered Harry and his syndicate while they were in the process of smuggling worm cocaine into centipede territory.

This shoe was attached to none other the beautiful goddess Nanashi. Nanashi was on her daily rounds of wiping out all the bad people in the world.

Nanashi was off to kill more worm gangs when she came across her notorious foe, Senpai of the evil loli nation.

Nanashi didn't hesitate to pull out a rifle from thin air and point it at Senpai, but Senpai was too quick; she bolted towards Nanashi, knocked the gun from her hand and wrapped her lips around Nanashi's.

Then Nanashi and Senpai got married and had forty eight children somehow.

The end.