Trading Halloween Contest ! Dreamies up for Grabs! WINNERS ON FIRST POST!

NOOOOO DOUBLE POSSSST MA EYES DDDDXXXXXX !!!

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IMPORTANT NOTICE !
As I probably will be quite busy this weekend I am bringing the closing time to 5 o clock GMT TODAY! This way I can announce the results in Halloween and I think that will be really special! So if you're planning to write you still have time! Go for it !
Best Wishes and good luck !

~GGA
 
Doing Task Two. I would really love to write what miserable things happened to Francine.. huehuehuehue x3
 
Ooh, I can't wait to see who gets their dreamie and wins C: Good luck to everyone who entered :3
 
Okay, so I may have gotten a bit out of topic, but I really just want to share my story. Not expecting to win x3
Thanks!
That One Night..

?Happy Halloween!? I screamed out shamelessly, the second I stepped out of my pale pink house?s door. I had a cheerful smile on my face, that slowly dispersed into nothingness. No one responded. All I heard, were the crickets cries. Quickly, my instincts shot up as I raised my arm to see the time. Oh. It was only 12am. I must?ve woken up everyone.
However, my mistake did not alter anything in my mood. I was still ready and full on excited for tonight?s Halloween event. Candy. Who doesn?t like candy? As my footsteps clanked along the brick pavement, I spotted ears. Bunny ears. And a lot of them. One.. two.. three.. four. Their colors, however, gave away who they were. It was Coco, O?Hare, Tiffany and of course, Carmen. A big smile crawled on my face as I ran up to them, trying my best not to step on flowers. ?Coco! Carmen!? The ears twitched and faced towards my direction. The massiveness of the trees still hid their looks, so there was no way they knew who I was. Suddenly, our faces met, and I could see that even they, were cheerful despite the fact of today?s event. ?Mayor Megu!? they all screamed out towards me in one voice. ?Ready for tonight?? I stared at the hollow-eyed, the top hat, the fashionable, and the smiley rabbits. ?Of course we are!?

I looked at myself in the mirror. Yes. This was definitely creepy. I wore a bloody blue dress, and wrapped my face up with some bandages only to leave one eye open, giving it that mummy look. I also took my tree axe; it could work right? To scare people. My eyes shot up to my watch. 7pm. Perfect! I skipped to the outside world out of my house, but as I stepped out, a scream had left me standing. Definitely a female scream but whose? I ran towards the direction of the noise, hoping that my ears aren?t playing tricks on me. After all, they were covered by three layers of a bandage. After good three minutes of running, I finally reached the destination of all the commotion. And as I slowly paced towards, there I saw it. Flowers, white, pink, blue, now dyed in red substance. The pavement, was too, not left clean. And as my eyes finally reached to the ace of this, I saw her. Her. Francine. There she layed, motionless, lifeless with her own blood wrapping her below. I shot up a hand towards my mouth to cover myself from screaming and scaring the rest of my nine villagers that witnessed this. Isabelle was there too, speechless. What should I say now? It?s my mayorly job to calm the rest of my citizens. ?U-Um.. Please calm down. This is a play that we created to trick you all.. Yeah! It?s a play! Isn?t Francine good at it?.. However, I?d love it if you all went back to your houses or went out of town for trick-or-treating. Thank you!? The citizens stared at me with wide eyes. It stabbed me to lie to them, but it definitely put them reassured. They laughed, and like a swarm of bees, dispersed back to their beehives. Isabelle, however, could see through me. She knew that even I wasn?t aware of who could put up such an event. ?M-Mayor.. Is this?..? I swallowed my own fear. As I kneeled down towards Francine?s now red skin, I noticed something laying on her forehead. A note. I hesitated to take it, but I did. Curiosity killed a cat. I wriggled it around and opened it up. ?Jack? was all it included. He?s her killer. And he is not hiding it. Another scream was released right behind me. I shot up to turn around and saw our snooty rabbit Francine. ?Oh. My. Gosh! Who had done this? Is that me? I think I?m losing breath, please, water.?Francine spoke and fanned herself with her short hands. ?M-Mayor! This is why I hate Halloween! I?m always the one picked out to be dead. Ugh! Whatever!? I was still dumbstruck, I didn?t speak, I didn?t know what to say. But one thing I knew. As Francine?s steps walked out of my sight, she gave me a faint side look. Her eyes gleamed of red, and her smile.. her smile was as wicked as Halloween was.
 
I mig actually recruit some helpers !

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Okay, so I may have gotten a bit out of topic, but I really just want to share my story. Not expecting to win x3
Thanks!
That One Night..

“Happy Halloween!” I screamed out shamelessly, the second I stepped out of my pale pink house’s door. I had a cheerful smile on my face, that slowly dispersed into nothingness. No one responded. All I heard, were the crickets cries. Quickly, my instincts shot up as I raised my arm to see the time. Oh. It was only 12am. I must’ve woken up everyone.
However, my mistake did not alter anything in my mood. I was still ready and full on excited for tonight’s Halloween event. Candy. Who doesn’t like candy? As my footsteps clanked along the brick pavement, I spotted ears. Bunny ears. And a lot of them. One.. two.. three.. four. Their colors, however, gave away who they were. It was Coco, O’Hare, Tiffany and of course, Carmen. A big smile crawled on my face as I ran up to them, trying my best not to step on flowers. “Coco! Carmen!” The ears twitched and faced towards my direction. The massiveness of the trees still hid their looks, so there was no way they knew who I was. Suddenly, our faces met, and I could see that even they, were cheerful despite the fact of today’s event. “Mayor Megu!” they all screamed out towards me in one voice. “Ready for tonight?” I stared at the hollow-eyed, the top hat, the fashionable, and the smiley rabbits. “Of course we are!”

I looked at myself in the mirror. Yes. This was definitely creepy. I wore a bloody blue dress, and wrapped my face up with some bandages only to leave one eye open, giving it that mummy look. I also took my tree axe; it could work right? To scare people. My eyes shot up to my watch. 7pm. Perfect! I skipped to the outside world out of my house, but as I stepped out, a scream had left me standing. Definitely a female scream but whose? I ran towards the direction of the noise, hoping that my ears aren’t playing tricks on me. After all, they were covered by three layers of a bandage. After good three minutes of running, I finally reached the destination of all the commotion. And as I slowly paced towards, there I saw it. Flowers, white, pink, blue, now dyed in red substance. The pavement, was too, not left clean. And as my eyes finally reached to the ace of this, I saw her. Her. Francine. There she layed, motionless, lifeless with her own blood wrapping her below. I shot up a hand towards my mouth to cover myself from screaming and scaring the rest of my nine villagers that witnessed this. Isabelle was there too, speechless. What should I say now? It’s my mayorly job to calm the rest of my citizens. “U-Um.. Please calm down. This is a play that we created to trick you all.. Yeah! It’s a play! Isn’t Francine good at it?.. However, I’d love it if you all went back to your houses or went out of town for trick-or-treating. Thank you!” The citizens stared at me with wide eyes. It stabbed me to lie to them, but it definitely put them reassured. They laughed, and like a swarm of bees, dispersed back to their beehives. Isabelle, however, could see through me. She knew that even I wasn’t aware of who could put up such an event. “M-Mayor.. Is this?..” I swallowed my own fear. As I kneeled down towards Francine’s now red skin, I noticed something laying on her forehead. A note. I hesitated to take it, but I did. Curiosity killed a cat. I wriggled it around and opened it up. “Jack” was all it included. He’s her killer. And he is not hiding it. Another scream was released right behind me. I shot up to turn around and saw our snooty rabbit Francine. “Oh. My. Gosh! Who had done this? Is that me? I think I’m losing breath, please, water.”Francine spoke and fanned herself with her short hands. “M-Mayor! This is why I hate Halloween! I’m always the one picked out to be dead. Ugh! Whatever!” I was still dumbstruck, I didn’t speak, I didn’t know what to say. But one thing I knew. As Francine’s steps walked out of my sight, she gave me a faint side look. Her eyes gleamed of red, and her smile.. her smile was as wicked as Halloween was.

Good stuff :) Loved it !
 
JHUHUEHEHEUEHEUEJ I'm so excited. I'm fine with either prize - I need bells! 'specially TBT bells.

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I am stupid ;D Stupid = Smart, talented, unique person in demand.

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OR, Smart, talented, unique person identification diploma
 
JHUHUEHEHEUEHEUEJ I'm so excited. I'm fine with either prize - I need bells! 'specially TBT bells.

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I am stupid ;D Stupid = Smart, talented, unique person in demand.

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OR, Smart, talented, unique person identification diploma

Wow, I never thought STUPID could stand for something. I know COOL is something. I won't say it. It's rude owo
 
Lucky is technically not in my main town yet, but he will be as soon as I can get someone out. I have him on hold (in my second town), so please excuse this technicality but I absolutely adore him and needed to write this.


Lucky, the lucky dog
by kookey


Lucky was a lucky dog, for he was happy as most dogs could only hope to be. He liked chasing his ball in the morning, eating kibble sandwiches at noon, and playing games with Sterling in the evening as the day died down and the sun dipped in the horizon, bathing the quaint town of Sunville in a beautiful reddish glow. The setting sun always reminded him of an giant orange sinking into Sunville’s seas, and Lucky would—time and time again—return home promptly with a batch of Sunville’s own homegrown fruit, a snack before dinner where he’d have another stack of kibble sandwiches. At night, with the crickets outside and Sunville’s lampposts alit, Cole would come over and together they obsessed over the latest episode of their favorite TV show, well into the darkness when the moon was high and most of Sunville’s residents were tinkering off to bed.

It was then, with only the stars to keep him company, that Lucky reflected. It was then, in the quietness of his empty house, that Lucky understood how exactly lucky he had been on his journey to this town.

It was then, and only then, the bandages came off.

It was a slow processes, one that Lucky would have to talk himself into at first. He’d look at himself in his mirror, see his one eye staring back at him, and with a pang of sadness realize how much he missed the sight of his other one. The unravelling began at the tail, then around his torso and legs, and then finally finished at his face, which he saved for last because, like lollipops, he always saved the best for last.

What he saw in the mirror looked like Lucky but not, all at the same time, a ghost forever tethered to his life here, a side of him no animal saw but would always follow him around as he happily went about his daily goings in Sunville. An overwhelming wave of sorrow would wash him then as he traced the scars up and down his fur, the bruises that colored his body. Gently, his paw touched the wound on his right eye, where the swing of an ax had rendered it permanently useless, then his left leg where a pitfall had horridly twisted an ankle, among the smaller nicks and bumps along the plains of his limbs, all with a tingling sense of regret.

Suffice to say, his previous mayor hadn’t been as kind as Sunville’s.

At the thought of her, there was a knock at the door, but Lucky didn’t bother to hide himself as only one person would be up this late to check up on him. He smiled in his reflection as Mayor Fia walked in, a stack of kibble sandwiches in one hand and bag of medicine in the other.

“Hi, Fia,” Lucky quipped, eying the food. “Are those for me?”

Fia set the plate on a table and grinned. “Nope. All mine this time.”

Lucky pouted, heard his stomach grumble in profound desire despite the fact that he had a rather hearty midnight snack not even an hour ago. “But—”

“I’m kidding,” the mayor cut him off before his protests could begin. “They’re for you, silly. They always are.”

Lucky felt a surge of warmth—his mayor was so unbelievably, so wholeheartedly, kind—and only then came the torrent of tears in his one good eye, tears that he always held back every night in anticipation of her. Without hesitation, Sunville’s leader wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight, and feeling safe beyond words, Lucky allowed himself to finally recollect. Memories came back to him, of Fia coming to his old village for a quick trade with his old mayor, of seeing Lucky sick in his house, malnourished and maltreated and entirely broken. Lucky could barely remember life back then, but he could recall in great detail Fia’s gentle hands as she nursed him back to health and then her vigorous demands that he come back with her to Sunville.

He remembered his shame at this request. He remembered shaking and saying he didn’t want anyone to see him like this, to define him by his appearance. He had said he was too damaged.

Fia had pruned his fur and gave him a serious glare. “Nothing is wrong with you, understand?” Then, with a loving pat on his face, she smiled with all the affection he imagined powered Sunville’s public projects. “We’ll dress you up in bandages and heal you, bit by bit. And if anyone wonders why you strut around like a mummy all the time, we can say you have an acentric love for Egyptian mythology!”

Her hope had been contagious, and Lucky did not look back that day, as he hopped onto the rails with Fia, paw in her ever-assuring hand.

Lucky had been a lucky dog to have finally found someone who loved him.



This is for prompt 1, I believe. I apologize if that was really sad. And long. If I win, I would like to note my dreamie is Beau! :)
 
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Lucky is technically not in my main town yet, but he will be as soon as I can get someone out. I have him on hold (in my second town), so please excuse this technicality but I absolutely adore him and needed to write this.


Lucky, the lucky dog
by kookey


Lucky was a lucky dog, for he was happy as most dogs could only hope to be. He liked chasing his ball in the morning, eating kibble sandwiches at noon, and playing games with Sterling in the evening as the day died down and the sun dipped in the horizon, bathing the quaint town of Sunville in a beautiful reddish glow. The setting sun always reminded him of an giant orange sinking into Sunville’s seas, and Lucky would—time and time again—return home promptly with a batch of Sunville’s own homegrown fruit, a snack before dinner where he’d have another stack of kibble sandwiches. At night, with the crickets outside and Sunville’s lampposts alit, Cole would come over and together they obsessed over the latest episode of their favorite TV show, well into the darkness when the moon was high and most of Sunville’s residents were tinkering off to bed.

It was then, with only the stars to keep him company, that Lucky reflected. It was then, in the quietness of his empty house, that Lucky understood how exactly lucky he had been on his journey to this town.

It was then, and only then, the bandages came off.

It was a slow processes, one that Lucky would have to talk himself into at first. He’d look at himself in his mirror, see his one eye staring back at him, and with a pang of sadness realize how much he missed the sight of his other one. The unravelling began at the tail, then around his torso and legs, and then finally finished at his face, which he saved for last because, like lollipops, he always saved the best for last.

What he saw in the mirror looked like Lucky but not, all at the same time, a ghost forever tethered to his life here, a side of him no animal saw but would always follow him around as he happily went about his daily goings in Sunville. An overwhelming wave of sorrow would wash him then as he traced the scars up and down his fur, the bruises that colored his body. Gently, his paw touched the wound on his right eye, where the swing of an ax had rendered it permanently useless, then his left leg where a pitfall had horridly twisted an ankle, among the smaller nicks and bumps along the plains of his limbs, all with a tingling sense of regret.

Suffice to say, his previous mayor hadn’t been as kind as Sunville’s.

At the thought of her, there was a knock at the door, but Lucky didn’t bother to hide himself as only one person would be up this late to check up on him. He smiled in his reflection as Mayor Fia walked in, a stack of kibble sandwiches in one hand and bag of medicine in the other.

“Hi, Fia,” Lucky quipped, eying the food. “Are those for me?”

Fia set the plate on a table and grinned. “Nope. All mine this time.”

Lucky pouted, heard his stomach grumble in profound desire despite the fact that he had a rather hearty midnight snack not even an hour ago. “But—”

“I’m kidding,” the mayor cut him off before his protests could begin. “They’re for you, silly. They always are.”

Lucky felt a surge of warmth—his mayor was so unbelievably, so wholeheartedly, kind—and only then came the torrent of tears in his one good eye, tears that he always held back every night in anticipation of her. Without hesitation, Sunville’s leader wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight, and feeling safe beyond words, Lucky allowed himself to finally recollect. Memories came back to him, of Fia coming to his old village for a quick trade with his old mayor, of seeing Lucky sick in his house, malnourished and maltreated and entirely broken. Lucky could barely remember life back then, but he could recall in great detail Fia’s gentle hands as she nursed him back to health and then her vigorous demands that he come back with her to Sunville.

He remembered his shame at this request. He remembered shaking and saying he didn’t want anyone to see him like this, to define him by his appearance. He had said he was too damaged.

Fia had pruned his fur and gave him a serious glare. “Nothing is wrong with you, understand?” Then, with a loving pat on his face, she smiled with all the affection he imagined powered Sunville’s public projects. “We’ll dress you up in bandages and heal you, bit by bit. And if anyone wonders why you strut around like a mummy all the time, we can say you have an acentric love for Egyptian mythology!”

Her hope had been contagious, and Lucky did not look back that day, as he hopped onto the rails with Fia, paw in her ever-assuring hand.

Lucky had been a lucky dog to have finally found someone who loved him.



This is for prompt 1, I believe. I apologize if that was really sad. And long. If I win, I would like to note my dreamie is Beau! :)

That was absolutely beautiful...
 
Are there specific times tomorrow for when the winner is posted? I'd love to see who gets their dreamie, nothing makes me happier than seeing people get free dreamies.

I'm out from 4.00PM-9.00PM GMT tomorrow as I'm trick or treating and having tea round my friend's house.

*I have one lucky hopeful space with crossed fingers. Lets hope my next villager is Merengue xD*
 
I hate it when people post something long and sad, people get all soppy and say ''dayum gurl dats beautiful story'' and ''You'll definetly be the winner!'' Its just lying :i I hate it when it even happens to me. I want the TRUTH.
 
It is probably going to be early morning tomorrow as I am going out tomorrow too :) I'll be picking the winner tonight !

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I hate it when people post something long and sad, people get all soppy and say ''dayum gurl dats beautiful story'' and ''You'll definetly be the winner!'' Its just lying :i I hate it when it even happens to me. I want the TRUTH.

I really liked it though just like I liked yours.
 
It was really nice though, not trying to be mean :3

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I just hate lies. Probably as much as the next person.
 
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