Total Drama Author 6

A lot of people think that they are great authors. Over half of these people are mediocre. This is not only a camp where people are getting their writing skills improved but they are competing to be the best author.... Who will prove that they have the skills? Who will crumble under the pressure? Who will rise to the occasion?

'''This... is... TOTAL! DRAMA! AUTHOR! 6!!!'''

How It Works

 * 1) Two teams will be constructed.
 * 2) The teams will compete in challenges. (i.e. Write a story where Lindsay and Tyler break up OR write a story where Beth suddenly becomes popular OR write a story about the contest itself.)
 * 3) Shane and Reddy will read and judge the stories, and determine which team wins.
 * 4) The winning team is invincible!
 * 5) Shane/Reddy (Whoever judged the losing team) will pick whoever was the best author on the team that week.
 * 6) The best person on the losing team will pick two of their teammates to be up for elimination.
 * 7) The bottom two will give reasons to stay in the game.
 * 8) Nalyd, Sunshine, and Chimmy will determine who goes home (The only guarantee that one is safe is if they're on the winning team, or they win an individual challenge).
 * 9) Repeat the above steps.
 * 10) Later in the game, there will be a merge, and the two teams will become the Best-Sellers.
 * 11) More challenges, stories, elimination.
 * 12) One author will be left and will be declared the best author ever!!

Contestants
SIGNS-UPS ARE CLOSED

Writing Gophers

 * 1) Bbhinton15
 * 2) Crag
 * 3) Mrdaimion
 * 4) MTDM

Typing Bass

 * 1) Plat
 * 2) Poppy
 * 3) Spenstar
 * 4) Tdi
 * 5) Webly

Eliminated

 * 1) DuncanGuy
 * 2) Ult
 * 3) Cards777

Elimination Chart
Color Code:

[User] = Writing Gopher

[User] = Typing Bass

WIN = Won that week's challenge

BOW = Was the best of the worst/nominator that week

SAFE = Was not eliminated that week

NOM = Was in nominated but was not eliminated

OUT = Was eliminated

N No story was submitted by this person this week.

I Incomplete story was submitted by this person this week.

D This person dropped out before a decision was made.

1 Ult dropped out before the due date.

Week One Chat
Nalyd: Welcome contestants to... TOTAL DRAMA AUTHOR 6!

Chimmy: *attempts to walk in with a giant sign that says TDA6, but trips and falls on Nalyd*

Nalyd: Chimmy, what are you doing with the sign? You're supposed to be manning the confetti cannon!

Chimmy: ...oh yeah, about that...um...Shane kinda threw it at a homeless guy

Nalyd: ... *takes handful of shredded newspaper, throws in faces of contestants* Surprise.

Sierra: Hey Nalyd.

Bill:Hey Nalyd grat to be here!

Plat: Ooh... a lot of people want to be an admin. Or want to write stories, like me!

Red: Welcome y'all. :P

Ben:: * is tanned on one sid eof his face and bruttaly pale on hos other side* This competiton turned me into a monster and I'll probally become one again!

TD0bsessed: This is going to be awesome i always wanted to be an admin

Plat: Well...you have to earn it!

TDO88: I know hopefully we make it far!

Kate: Admin? I just want to write!

Ult: "As do I."

Plat: Same! Hopefully, there is a challenge where I could state how I would like to improve the wiki!

Shane: *chases down homeless guy with confetti cannon* GET BACK HERE!

Mrdaimion: Same here Kate.

Mr.E:I hope I'm not the first one out

Shane: *beats up the homeless guy with the cannon* DON'T YOU EVER STEAL MY TACO AGAIN! *turns to the contestants* Hi!

Kate: *looks creeped out* What the....? ANYWAY! I'm GREAT with words! Am I bragging?

Plat: Ooh...really Kate? The game's on!

Shane: Confident people...I can't WAIT to crush your dreams!

Mrdaimion: Don't worry Mr.E, as long as you submit an entry, you won't be first out.

Kate: You speak soliliquized. But you shall be morose! But I shall conciliate!

Plat: Your sophisticated language does not intimidate me, Kate. You don't need big words to prove your point.

Ult: "Such confident words...I wonder, can this false bravado actually account to anything?"

Plat: Confident? Me? I'm not cocky...Knowing me...I'm probably not gonna get that far.

Shane: Honestly, I just want to judge you all! *looks at Kate* Those shorts don't go with that shirt, sweetie.

Kate: I'm wearing pants.

Shane: Whatevs, I just want to judge you. (XD)

Plat: Good luck, fellow users!

Ult: "And to you as well!"

Ben: PWNED! *Dark voice* How dare oyou speak without my orders* *normal voice8 SHUT UP *strangels self*

Dark:Many of these people haven't even made any stories yet,but I still doubt my own writing skills *sighs*

Plat: Guys, Featured Camp is up! How cool is that?

Phy: Its great to be here

Spenny: ...hai

DG: Hi guys!

Shane: SPENNY! *tackle-hugs*

Spenny: *hugs* Hey Shane :/. Great to be here... I guess... I already got my elimination speech planned for the final three >_>

124oeo:Hello People!!! I am shy well ok

Phy: *to 124oeo* What are the odds I am to

Ult: "I expect a good and fair competition, everyone. Please don't disappoint."

TDO88: I am not shy! I am not afraid to say what i need to say! (2 song refrences their LOL)

Mr. E:How many ppl do we need?

Ult: "Only ten people have yet to join the festivities..."

Christina: Hi!!

Shane: Well Ult, start getting disappointed.

Ult: *Looks at Shane* "And why would that be?"

Plat: Because some people here don't even write in capital letters.

Shane: *looks at Ult* I was kidding...or was I?

Ult: "The world may never know..."

Christina: I cannot wait!

Plat: Do we start when sign ups are filled? Or do we start when October begins?

DG: Idk...

Jake: I`ll be on any team

Christina: Me too.

TDA ROCKS: Hello, fellow teammates!

Phy: I am psyched to be here

Plat: Can't wait for the teams. Will there be two or three?

Phy: I'm guessing two teams of 15

Cards: YES!!!! I got in!!! Woo-hoo! I'm excited for this to start!

Holli: Yikes. Fierce competetion.

DG: Yeah....I agree....

Mrdaimion: Yeah, and the TDA6 should start soon.

Plat: Whoever wins this one really deserves it.

Mrdaimion: Yeah, I suspect Webly or Spenstar will win.

Plat: I dunno...there could be underdogs...

Cards: Gee, thanks. >.< XD. JKJKJKJKJKJK.

Poppy: Aww Plat! Thanks for mentioning me!

Plat: Sure...you're welcome Poppy?

LF: hey guys

Mrdaimion: Hey. I'll look at the first challenge and look at peoples stories to make a better guess.

DG: Hi LF!

Plat: LF, you're going to have to use capital letters and periods in order to win.

LF: what i always do

Plat: How long are the stories going to be?

Mrdaimion: Depends on the writer.

Poppy: I wanna write about random crap!

Mrdaimion: You can't, there's a theme you have to write by.

Showdown:Hey everybody.

Showdown:*CONF* I'm Gonna Win This!

Plat: There are confessionals?

Poppy: I want to write!

LF: i want to write to!

Plat: How's about we have a pre-challenge for fun then!

Crag:You can't wait to be eliminated... Good luck everyone

Tdi: Time to fail at yet another TDAuthor......

Plat: What do you mean Crag? You confident?

DG: (CONF) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO TDA6 is more popular then TDM D:

Plat: Well DG, this is sorta one of the main camps on this wiki.

Sunsummer7:I'm so excited!

Tdi: I want to get back into writing. so thats why I joined ^^

Mrdaimion: YES! The spots are filled up!

LF: I love to write! You might not be able to tell from the way I type on camps, but that's because they dont focus on writing.

Sunsummer7:Let's get this party started!

Mrdaimion: Sunsummer, sign into your account please.

Sunsummer7:I'm in now.

Mrdaimion: So, who do you all think will win, except for yourself?

Sunsummer7:I don't know. But, we will cross that bridge when we get there. And by that, I mean the finale.

LF: I don't think you can tell right now who might win. We haven't even done a writing yet, so you can't see if people are good or not

DG: Im not good...

Mrdaimion: You actually can, since a lot of people were in other TDA's.

DG: It's my first season..

Poppy:Mine too!

LF: Same here

Kate: Agreed!

Mrdaimion: Same.

Tdi: My third (TDA1, TDA2, and this)

Holli: First season. *crosses fingers*

Kate: I wonder what our first challenge will be!? It's a componation of suspence and excitement that makes this game thrilling!

Sunsummer7:20 people gone in one day!? I've offically lost 99.9% of confidence.

Mrdaimion: Stop editing so Nayld can put up the challenge.

TDO88: OH NO! this isn't going to be good only ten of us will make it!

Holli: *gulps*

Mrdaimion: I've known that for a while TDO88.

TDO88: i just want to make it to the top 10!

Tdi: (bites nails)

Mrdaimion: As long as you submit a story, you should.

Plat: Only 10? That's harsh.

Kate: I KNOW RIGHT! Harshness.

124oeo:I need to make a story in the top 10

Plat: Well...at least it's faster. Otherwise it could've taken 30 weeks for this to finish!

124oeo:I wish 20 coud make it.

Kate: What do we write 'bout?

Mrdaimion: We'll see when Nayld posts the challenge.

Plat: @124oeo Yea...that would make more sense...

Mrdaimion: Not really, if they let 20 in, for awhile people would be out only for not submitting an entry.

Tdi: 20 is too much... 14 is better

Plat: Yea...like TDA...but let's see how many people enter before we decide.

Zanna: It Will Be Ok Guys It Makes This Camp Go Faster I Guess So We can Start #7 Soon. But Maybe A Few More like 13 or 14 Would Be Good.

Jake; I could win. I dunno. Hi Spenstar and Reddy

Kate: Ain't it AMAZING that we are here!?!?! I am SOOOO happy to be here!

Mr. E:Nalyd, whats the challenge?

Mrdaimion: He's going to post it soon.

Fanny: Ya'll are trippin'. I MISSED SIGNUPS???? :(

Holli: Yikes. Two new people... So, before we had a 10/30 chance of making, now we have a 12/32 chance of making... Since there are two new contestants, nothing has changed in chances. Yikes!

Plat: Actually...we have a 3/8 chance instead of a 3/10 chance..better!

Kate: I DON'T UNDERSTAND NUMBERS!

Holli: You just made it simplest form.

Plat" *trying to explain it easier* If we pick 3 out of 8 apples, only 5 get left behind. If we pick 3 out of 10 apples, 7 get left behind. Get it now?

Kate: *confused* No. I'm a writer. Math is my WOST subject. Me no like numbers!!!

Plat: What I'm trying to say is...we still have a bad chance of making it, but not as bad as before.

Kate: OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I knew that! *writing in notebook*

Plat: Good for you, Kate. You just reached your breaking point. It's all downhill from here.

Kate: Whateves.

Ult: "I missed a lot, didn't I? Good luck to all on the first challenge!"

Sunsummer7:Done! What do you think?

Plat: Finally! How is mine, guys? Do you like it?

Ult: "I'm still hard at work on my own creation..."

Tdi: Urs is good, Plat

Bbhinton15 (BB): Hello, my fellow competitors.

Plat: Yours is good too TdI!!! Wow, there are so many competitors...

TDO88: How is mine,.. I am not close to done trying to finish writing it now! yours is really great plat!

Plat: Yours is good TDO!!! It's different how yours is dialogue and mine is mostly description...but theres a million ways to do it!!!

TDO88: I know right! LOL I am writing it like it is a camp! I don't know how to write a story other than with dialougue :P

Plat: Yea...it is like a camp!! I like writing paragraphs and description because you get to know the characters more.

TDO88: yeah! i'll probobly do that for the next one or so... like paragraphs and stuff i'll ask my english teacher for Help! LOL JK

Plat: But remember...only 3/8 of us get in...

TDO88: Oh yeah! Forgot! Hopefully me, you and Kate get in! we will be the 3 out of those 8 and then whoever else gets in because out of every 8 people only 3 get in... US!

Plat: Yea...hope that a lotta people won't enter...

Tdi: I'll just be glad to even make it to the final 12!

Mrdaimion: Same here TDI, and I submitted part of my story.

Ult: "I've submitted a small portion of my story, as well."

Cards: I'm planning my story, so it should be up about Saturday ,maybe even Friday. :D.

Plat: Good stories so far...hopefully mine makes it in.

LF: I know! I've read a lot of them, and oh my god there all so good! I would hate to be the person who has to pick the best ones.

Plat: Really? Is mine close to decent? XD

LF: Yes! Your's is so much better then mine! You have people talking in it! Mine is just like a monster blob XD!!!

Mrdaimion: I wouldn't call your story good, but it is decent enough to make you be in the final 12.

Plat: I'm not done yet...I just started!!! I just wanted to get the general stuuf sown first and then expand with details.

TDO88: I think i ight finish it and then make it into paragraphs so it looks like a legit story from a book!

Mr. E:Good luck to everyone.

Plat: There sure are a lot of us.

Cards: Is it due tomorrow or next Saturday?

Ult: "Next Saturday is the deadline."

Plat: Ooh...only a week left!

LF: Uhhh is it bad then that I'm already done? XD

Mr. E:Does it end today? Or next week?

Tdi: Next week. And it isn't bad if you're done... unless u did ur story in five minutes XD

Plat: I know...I spent about two hours on mine...XD I have no life.

Mrdaimion: Honestly Plat, I'm pretty sure a lot of the people like Tdi and Ult spent much more than that.

Plat: Do you have to be so pessimistic? And I spent MUCH more than two hours, I just don't like saying stuff like this over the Internet...

124oeo:I am done.Well I want to make it.

Mrdaimion: Good luck, I'm almost done with my story.

Plat: It seems that a lot of stories here are mostly dialogue and less description...as the famous Courtney said, (XD) Less yakking, more packing.

Mrdaimion: Yeah, the only stories here that will make it into the final 12, hands down, are Ults, Bens, and Tdi's.

Plat: To be honest, I could pick the final 12 now with no close calls...

Mrdamion: Same here, but we haven't seen all of the stories yet, but those are the 3 that will make it no matter what.

Plat: It's sad because in the top 12, there are about 3 stories that are only a paragraph long...

TDA ROCKS: I hope my story makes it.. xD

Ult: "Plat, who would you place in the final twelve?"

LF: I doubt mine will make it. I went back and fixed it up cause it was only a paragraph and had no dialogue, but I doubt that will help! Good luck to everyone!

Plat: Who would I place? No comment. It would hurt people's feelings.

Ult: *Claps Plat on the back* "Good for you."

Plat: What about you, Ult? >:)

Ult: "I prefer to simply wait and see...and assume nothing."

Plat: And I prefer not to use quotation marks but hey...only "time will tell".

LF: Ult, I really like what you said! You can really never assume anything, cause just cause you like something, doesnt mean it'll make it.

Mrdaimion: I agree Ult, but I can say safely you're going to be in the final 12,

Plat: Yea...Ult's is too long. XD But how do you have the time for an 8000 word story???

Ult: "It comes with a lot of practice and just pure enjoyment and enthrallment of the storyline."

Plat: No...HOW do you have time? I'm here all the time and could barely get my story done!

LF: Along with this camp, I am also taking a creative writing class at my school. I wa shoping that they would both help me with my writing since i havent lived in the US the whole time

Ult: "Well, for one thing, this particular story intrigued me from the moment I thought of it (a more mature superhero story) and I just went with it. The words came easily, and it did take me all of one week to complete. I just wrote with the little time I had..."

124oeo:Looks like I am writing a 'newspaper'!!!! OMG!!!

Mrdaimion: Two more days until we're judged.

TDO88: I know! Mrdaimon, your story was really good! I just finished my story EEE!!

Mrdaimion: Thanks Obsessed.

LF: Yea Mrdaimion, your's was really good! I doubt mine will make it, but it was worth a shot

Plat: I was reading Total Drama Author 1...and look at the size of their stories compared to ours!!!

Mr. E:Can we just end the first challenge now?

LF: Yeah reading Total Drama Author 1 the other day, and some of theirs were long, but most of them were kind of short. That doesn't show anything though

Plat: Quite the contrary. It shows how this wiki has expanded!

LF: That's true, we have gotten a lot more people signed up this season!

Mrdaimion: More people signed up since there were more spots available.

Tdi: One more day......

Webly: I wish it was due on Sunday! :(

Mrdaimion: Today we're being judged.

Kate: Yikes. Hopefully everyone worked as roborantly on there's as I did.

124oeo:I need to think about it.

Mrdaimion: I do too Kate, then I won't have much competetion. No offense, but there are a lot of stories here better than yours.

Kate: Fine?

Ult: "There's no need for fighting. We all tried our best, and that's all that matters in the end."

Mrdaimion: Curse you Ult and your way with words!

LF: Ult's right, we shouldn't wish that other's do bad, because if your story is really good, then it'll make it through.

Tdi: The anticipation is killing me XD

Mr. E:What are the results?

LF: No one has judged yet, so there are no results yet. We'll probably get them later today

Plat: The suspense is HUGE!!!

BB: ..... :/

Crag:The suspense is HUGE?*plays suspenseful music* Yay!

LF: That makes it even more suspenseful Crag XD!

Mrdaimion: Who do y'all think deserves to be an admin the most, besides yourself?

BB: I'm not on this wiki as much as the next guy, so I don't have much of an opinion.

LF: Personally, I don't know who deserves to be admin. So many people who are active signed up here, so I think anyone could

tdo88: Uggghhh!!!!! The suspense is killing meee!!!!

Tdi: I know! Only twelve people.......

Mrdaimion: *taps foot impatiently*

BB: Goodness, I'm anxious.

MTDM: o.o Bb, yours is truly epic...

BB: Oh, thank you, but... I don't think so. I never do. :S

Challenge One
Nalyd: Congratulations to the thirty-two of you who made it into Total Drama Author 6. Unfortunately, not all of you are actually competing. Only twelve of you are going to actually move onto compete. The challenge will be posted shortly, but the top twelve entries will move onto compete in the actual competition. (No editing this section)

Reddude: This week's challenge, we are writing about Total Drama contestants as superheroes/villians! You may have their super power be anything you want, from being able to see things in 3D to being able to fly! Bonus points if you make the power fit their personality in some way. This will be judged on creativity, originality, and grammar, and is due two saturdays from now (the saturday after this next saturday). I honestly can’t wait for this to end cuz I have a lot of names to make…

Week One Stories

Judging
Nalyd: Here is who will be judging who. I've crossed out the names of people who didn't submit a story, and automatically are not in the running to be in the top 12.


 * Reddy - Holli, Bill, XSF, Kev, Dark , Ult, 124oeo, Webly, GM, BB, Christinahorst.2018


 * Shane - Plat, Crag, Phy, TDO88, Sierrastalker, Duncanguy, Ben, Mrdaimon, Kate4TDWT, Mister E, Spenstar


 * Chimmy - Jake, TDA ROCKS, Nad, Zannabanana, Cards, Poppy, Leshawnafan, Tdi, Sunsummer, MTDM

Reddy's Judging
Reddy: I will be judging Holli, Bill, XSF, Kev, Dark, Ult, 124oeo, Webly, GM, Bb, and Christinahorst.2018!
 * Holli, Bill, Dark, Christina.2018: No Stories, No Reviews
 * XSF: This is a story?
 * Kev: This is a story?
 * Ult: I loved this story... Words can not describe how much i love it. XD
 * 124oeo: I would have liked to see more to this story. You didn’t do so hot on grammar… And it’s not really a story, just a summary.
 * Webly: Only half a story, but judging from your other stories in this series, you have potential. You could still make it through, who knows?
 * GM: These are just powers.
 * BB: I loved this all! Great work, great work! I can definitely tell you’ll make it far! :D I only have one complaint… Wouldn’t Duncan be a villain? XD Other than that; phenomenal job! Can I get a w00t now?!?!

Shane's Judging
Plat: Wow! This was actually way better than what I was expecting. I think you might have a shot of getting in! Trust me, the story was quite good! Well written, good grammar and spelling. My only complaint would be that maybe you could use a little more detail? IDK, next time, state WHY they're villains and some of the dialog seemed unrealistic. Other than that, amazing job!

Crag: While this was okay, some of the characters seemed a bit... OOC. You had some spelling errors and grammar errors. There were some spacing problems,but nothing too major. Overall, okay entry.

Phy: First of all, I laughed at Owen's "wind bursts" Your should be you're. And there is one glaring problem. Every time someone new speaks, there is a new paragraph to be made. You had some capitalizing errors also. Overall, kinda weak entry.

TDO88: First off, every time someone new speaks, there's a new paragraph to be made. Honestly people, when joining a writing contest like this one, you have to know grammar and spelling. Also, you have some spacing problems. If there is something other than a quote before some dialog, you would space AFTER the thing other than dialog. Also, the characters weren't in character, plus, this was a very weak entry. I'm sorry, but try next time.

Sierrastalker: Just... no. Look above to see what is wrong, though I'll point something out. After a quotation mark DURING the quote, you don't space. Very weak entry.

DuncanGuy: There were some spelling errors, and you should have had more commas and punctuation marks, plus, you need to have more description. This really is a script story in narrative format.

Ben: There are some grammar errors and you need to put in some more commas where they need to go. Anyway, there are quite a few OOC moments, but nothing to bad. This was an okay entry.

Mrdaimion: Okay, this is pretty much perfect, I can't say anything bad about this story except that you might want to clarify that Lindsay is writing all of this. It took me a while to figure that out.

Kate: This... wasn't that good to tell the truth. I think you should've fleshed things out more. In other words, more description. Also, SO many out of character moments. Overall, weaker entry.

Mister E: Every time a new person speaks, there is to be a new paragraph. Also, after commas, you need to space after them. Pretty weak entry.

Spenstar: My name is Golden Shane, you're about to go into TDA6. No, seriously, this was perfect. I loved the Princess Bride's reference, that had me laughing. Anyway, only complaint was that Gwen was a bit out of character. Also, how did Alejandro gain powers and no one else did? Same question applies to Cody. Anyway, I have no more complaints. Literally, I think this is the best story that I had to judge.

Chimmy's Judging
Let me just let you know, guys...my fingers are about to fall off. Thank you XD

Jake: Oh boy...I have problems with this right off the bat. First of all...if the doctor KNOWS how to give people superpowers, why has this not made the national news? He can give people supernatural abilities, for pete's sake! Anyways...second, Duncan said "Nice arms, bolty". No one knew about her powers yet, so how could he make this remark? I can give you something, though: although I don't really get it, you DID give Alejandro a decent reason for accquiring his powers. Though...HEATHER IS A SUPERVILLIAN NOW. She's not stupid, so why would she reveal everything about her...not only that, I have never seen a point where she has been mutual friends with Harold. ...HOLD ON. HOW DID HEATHER LOSE HER POWERS?! THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO EXPLANATION FOR THIS, NOTHING HAPPENED! This is the last thing I have to rip on with this story, though the having babies thing seemed like a big jump. There were a lot of spelling and grammar issues, coupled with a weak story...it's not looking good on your case.

TDARocks: ...though the sections made it look rather professional, I feel it distracted from the actual story. Though as I said with the last story...if Chris knows how to give people supernatural abilites, how has this not made the national news? Also...you can't send people to jail just for annoying some people. Granted, it COULD be considered noise pollution, so I'll give you that. I also dislike the insertion Eminem, in that it does not make sense...I would have respected a parody of his name, but flat out inserting him in the story felt weird. On a technical point, the bear's name was Bruno...and excuse me, but how do you ACCIDENTALLY shove someone off a cliff? XD I dislike even more, however, the explanation of the parody: the whole point of parodying something is for the reader to get the reference, explaining it defeats the purpose. I have to admit, though: I laughed at "The Burrito of Wisdom". I don't have many complaints about the next parts, except that the To Be Continued annoys me a little for a oneshot story, and that the very small sections are tedious on the eyes. Overall, it's not THAT bad, just not that good either.

Nad: I really enjoyed the opening of this, and the Freestyle reference. The introduction to the villian was very nice, and I laughed the "my neck is hurting" part. However...I am VERY dissapointed in how it ended, as I was actually hanging in suspense at this point. I would have liked a more epic showdown. At least a longer ending would have been appreciated, as well as some explanation as to how they acquired these powers. Overall, a lot of missed potential here.

Zannabanana: Again, a problem right off the bat...Gwen mostly has good intentions, but...if she WANTED to, she could turn the whole world dark? If she has THAT much power, than why doesn't she USE that? Again, a rather short story...I really dislike that Bounce Boy doesn't have any part in the short, but still is, a plot. A lot of spelling and grammar issues too.

Cards: I seriously LOL'd at Lindsay's power. Though...I'm not sure squealing would exactly fix bad singing. XD This is rather cliche, but I think the cliche works here for some reason. I like the setup, and the mocking of their superhero/villain names is a nice touch. I did not, however, as much like the calling of the police...though it was unexpected from a superhero story, I'll give you that. I absolutely loved the arrest of the superheroes. XDD A few grammar issues, but a nice story.

Poppy: Nice name for Chris, and I love the exxageration of his egotistical nature. Somehow the inclusion of Chris as president works...XD Katie and Sadie were great up until they started speaking in textspeak. It was hard to understand without the words in parentases, and the story could have done without it. Also, I should have brought this up earlier, but I don't think vandalism really counts as a superpower. Once the textspeak stopped, though, the story really kicked in for me...until the intercom said where his hideout was. WHO THE HECK GIVES DIRECTIONS TO THEIR SECRET BASE? I have to admit though, I loved the 595. This story had a lot of grammar issues, however, and detracts from an otherwise good piece of work.

Leshawnafan: Not too many complaints on the power choices, but...I dislike how you started, with "In my story..." This is not a competition for stating what you would want in your story, but actually WRITING a story, and the former is what it seemed like you were doing for a little while. The actually story, though...was kind of bland, and I genuinely got bored reading it. The action was hard to follow, and the plot points were a little dull. This is not to say everything about this story is bad, however: everyone was fairly in character. But, the grammar was bad, it ended on a cliffhanger for a oneshot story, and it overall wasn't very exciting.

Tdi: A little continuity error at the beginning: Trent's dad is an accountant, not whatever he does at a plane factory. (Though technically, he could manage its budget, and therefore still be an accountant, but it's not likely.) I was generally impressed by how good you did with the 'waking up' scenes: I literally LOL'd at Cody's. I found, however, another technical issue: if Sierra is invisible, how could they tell her that, and for that matter, how did they even rescue her? This issue is explained later in the story, but I'm still confused as to that point, and how she involuntarilly turned invisible. I have to say, though: my favorite power is Gwen's, for it's decent amount of originality. However, Trent's superhero name is a little unfitting: he touched a person's arm, and broke it, as well as broke windows with a scream. I'm not sure how the former fits in. I loved when Sierra just flat out fainted, and apparently it deserved it's own paragraph. XD I loved the twist ending, and despite the technical points, this was a great story.

Sunsummer: The powers were decent, but Gwen's seemed unfitting...she only manipulated people once, and with Heather...and, third time's the charm, if they KNOW how to give people super powers, how has this not made the national news? Also, I usually don't point out specific grammatical errors, but when Gwen says, "What about me?" the line that Duncan says should be in a seperate paragraph. I made an O_o face when he realized he had the tranquilizer balls, cause...well, it was just unexpected, and not in a very good way. Overall, a decent story, but not the best.

MTDM: Not sure how bad sports skills can hypnotize people, but alright...the butterknife was random too. XD Considering Owen is a kind hearted guy, though...why did he not go down to help the first time he heard? Courtney's power is...to be honest, surprisingly usefull, though I imagined the money generating out of thin air. Gwen kinda came out of nowhere...and the lying wooulldn't really work at that point. XD I assume it was Tyler saying he was melting, but it's kind of unclear at that point...on the other hand, I love how simple the climax was. ...oh god, the dream cliche? I'm sorry, but that's the only declining point in the story.

The Top Twelve
Nalyd: Ult, Plat, Spenny, Tdi, BB, Cards, Poppy, MTDM, Webly, Mrdaimon, Crag, Duncanguy. Congratulations to the twelve of you for moving on.

Week Two Chat
Nalyd: Welcome to TDA6!

Mrdaimion: Isn't it ironic? Kevvy and Showdown, who both said they were going to make it really far, had the worst submitted stories.

BB: Kevvy can be a lot of talk sometimes, IMO. Showdown, not sure.

Mrdaimion: Still not sure why everyone liked my story so much.

Spenny: WOOHOO! I am in! Good luck you guys :D

Plat: Yay!!! Top 12!!!

Mrdaimion: Thanks Spenny, although we all know Ult will win if he submits a story every week.

Spenny: we don't know that -_-

Plat: Unfortunately, we sorta do...

Ult: "No, Plat, the truth is that we don't. Anything can happen in the coming weeks."

Mrdaimion: I meant if all of the stories are as good as the ones we used to get in, then we're all screwed.

BB: @Plat - No, we don't. Not saying anything bad about Ult (he's a soon-to-be author, IMO), but any of these judges could pull a trick somehow. (i.e. Auto-Elimination or the Best Story actually gets eliminated, etc.) It may not have been done before, but... it could happen. If not, there's still hope for the rest of us.

Plat: It was a bad joke...we all could win this!

Mrdaimion: But you do have to admit, the odds are in Ult's favor.

Red: Well, the odds were in favor of spenny from my discoveries in TDA5. So hey, anything can happen!

Mrdaimion: That's true. I wonder who will make the merge.

Ult: "If there even is a merge."

Tdi: YES! Top 12!

MTDM: O.O I... I made it!? Oh, yes! When I read my name, I was literally jumping on my bed for joy. xD. This is the amazing-est birthday present ever (tomorrow's my bday)! Anyways, I'm up against amazing authors, especially Spenny, Ult, and Bb, and have no chance! Anyways, Ult's not obviously winning. -_-. Although he's great, Spenny lost last season (no offence :S), and had the most BoWs, I believe. Oh, and can we have a story storage? My page is already starting to lag. :|

Mrdaimion:... Wow, it took me this long to realize that BoW doesn't stand for Best or Worst. *facepalms*

Ult: "In case I forget to say this tomorrow, Happy Birthday MTDM!"

Plat: Same here MTDM! Anyways, for top 12, it's so serious...

BB: I'm still super-nervous. -.-'

Plat: Having teams is going to be fun.

Tdi: My next goal: Final 6 :D

Mrdaimion: Same here.

Plat: As above. The competition is only going to get tougher.

Ult: "Still, it is quite an accomplishment to get even this far."

Plat: ''Let's face it, I'm not TV star. But now I'm in the final 12. *switches tone* Nothing rhymes with 12. People want to win and the competition's (not) mine!''

Mrdaimion: What does it matter if you're a TV star or not, this is a writing camp.

BB: Lol...

Plat: Cody reference...and then Sierra reference ... He ended in "far".

Mrdaimion: I know, I was joking. And yay, the wikia's back to normal.

BB: Soooooo, am I the only one anxious for Week Two's challenge? :3

Mrdaimion: Nope. And I just noticed Webly moved on.

MTDM: @Bb - Nope. @Mrdaimion - Enjoy it while it lasts. €.€

Plat: I'm anxious...and nice emotion MTDM.

MTDM: Thank you? xD. It's from iPod. You click the numbers button, shift, and then where "$" is supposed to go, "€" is there.

BB: :P

Mrdaimion: Wait... What were we talking about again, the subject keeps changing.

Plat: €.€ I'm using an iPhone so...it's cool!

Nalyd: We will not eliminate somebody for having the best story, we will do story archive soon, and we will be ignoring contestants' participation in previous seasons. *goes into his office*

Plat: Thanks Nalyd. That would suck if the best story got eliminated.

MTDM: *goes into Nalyd's office; sits on his chair* 'Sup Nal'?

BB: Just something I thought of. I had doubted that you guys would be that cruel.

Plat: How will the teams be chosen?

Spenny: @Red: Yeah... THANKS -_-

Webly: I can't BELIEVE I made it! *hugs the judges XD*

BB: That just reminded me... I never congratulated everyone. So, congratulations to everyone who made it to the Top 12 and the second week of competition! ^_^

Mrdaimion: Thanks BB.

Sunshine: Congrats to those who made it! This is gonna be a great season, I can tell! :D

Poppy: Wow. I- I- I... I MADE IT!

Mrdaimion: Thanks Sunshine. And yes you did Poppy.

Plat: Congrats Poppy!

Poppy: Thanks Plat! Your story is great, too!

Sierra: God *******************!

Ult: "Judges, I have a question. When will the next challenge begin? The only reason I'm asking is that I'm leaving for short trips this and next week, and will not be able to post anything during those days. Talk about troubling..."

BB: I don't know if this is confidential, but Nalyd told me that the challenges will be posted every Sunday. The one coming up is to be due on Thursday or Friday, according to him.

Ult: "That's not good."

BB: Uh-oh. :/

Ult: "It'll be interesting to see how this plays out."

BB: All I can say is 'good luck' to ya.

Plat: We only have four-five days to post?

BB: I'm not entirely sure. Nalyd just told me that this is how the Week Two Challenge is going to work. Others may be different, who knows...?

Webly: Since I've already competed in two seasons, I know the due dates are very close together which can impact a players game. You usually only get 4-5 days. The first challenge just was extended so we could showcase everyone's talent is what I'm guessing.

BB: I'm soooooo ready for the next challenge.

DG: I made it? I don't know english much.....but I MADE IT!

MTDM: So a 'limerick' is a rhyming poem? Anyways, if I'm BOW or nominated, you might have to wait until Saturday night or Sunday... :/ Wait... Due Thursday. :p

Plat: If anyone doesn't know the meaning of words in mine, ask me.

MTDM: Who thinks mine is good? I might change it later on...

Mrdaimion: I think the teams are unfair, the Writing Bass has Ult, Spenny, and Webly, three people predicted to be in the final 4.

Plat: Who else here likes this challenge? It makes everyone play on the same field.

Mrdaimion: I don't, I suck at poetry.

MTDM: @Daimion - It's ABC order. :| @Plat09 - MEEEEE! This is my favorite challenge if all TDAs! no, not 'cuz it's short xD

Cards: YES!! I made it!! And I'm a Writing Gopher!!!! And on the challenge, letters count as one syllable right?

Mrdaimion: No, it's sort of hard to explain. Basically, you tell how much syllables are in something by saying it outloud, and clapping. Not clapping super fast or slow, but in the middle. How many times you clap is how much syllables it has in it.

Cards: I know that trick because I've had to write Haikus in school before, but in one season I thought someone wrote about Izzy and included RCMP and they were penanlized for that.

Mrdaimion: Thats because RCMP is four syllables, but normally a letter isn't a syllable. The only cases thats in is either, A., it's a one letter word, or B., it's the initails of a few words like FBI, CSI, etc.

Ult: "Although poetry is not my strong suit, I'll give it a shot..."

Plat: Ult, yours is good. I hope people understand mine...

Mrdaimion: Same here Ult, mine isn't very good, and my team will probably lose. I mainly submitted an entry in the first place so I wouldn't be put up for nomination to be eliminated.

Cards: O_O. Gee, thanks for being a team player (Sarcasm) XD. JKJJKJKJKJKJKJKJK. And you never know, because there's still a week left.

Mrdaimion: xD Sorry, but the other team is the one with a lot of the people expected to go far, which is what I'm a little annoyed by.

Cards: Well that's true, but in my first season, I was in the final six! I was so excited! I was one of the last three people on my team, so if I made it to the final six in my first season, anything can happen.

Mrdaimion: I still hope that the merge happens before the final 6, since if the merge happens then or later, there's a possibility our entire team will be wiped out. I'm sure we'll win one challenge at least, but still.

Cards: True, but you never know. People could come back, someone "expected to win" could forget to submit an entry and get eliminated. That's what makes this game so interesting, anything can happen.

Plat: Or you could get a curveball challenge like this one.

Mrdaimion: What do you mean by a curve ball challenge? And Cards, thats what I suspect will happen with Ult.

Cards: With Total Drama Author 4, I honestly expected Nonny to win, but he dropped out. So there you go, anything can happen. I think what Plat is referring to is that anything can happen in this challenge because someone might have wrote the poem incorrectly so it's a curveball challenge and can throw you off pace.

Webly: Honestly, I shouldn't have got 6th in TDA4 but this time I'll get farther than sixth worthy of it. Also, whoever edited my story be honest because you kind of messed it up.

Plat: I want to ask a question out of curiosity. Who do you guys think has the best entry so far? It could be on either haiku/limerick because a lot of people have only done the haiku.

Mrdaimion: Honestly, yours. And wow, in the first two days almost everyone submited at least their haiku,

Ult: "It's probably because we only have four days (instead of fourteen) for the challenge."

Mrdaimion: Yeah, and why do you talk in qoutation marks?

Ult: "It sets me apart from everyone else."

Mrdaimion: I see said the blind man.

BB: Just posted mine. I hope I don't get "counted off" or anything for the joke I tried to make on the end of my limerick. It's LeShawna-Harold-related, but it was supposed to make people laugh. -w-

Mrdaimion: Alright, so if we lose this challenge, is it agreed we eliminate DG if he doesn't submit a story?

MTDM: That's not how it works. >.< The BoW nomitates two peeps, and they give reasons. The judges eliminate.

BB: Yeah, he's right. Within our team, IMO, I like Card's haiku and a tie between Crag and MTDM for my opinion of our team's best limerick. Soooo, again, IMO, I'd think the BoW title for this week would go to one of those three if our team just so happens to lose.

Mrdaimion: It's the day of reckoning.

Plat: The judging has started.

BB: It has? How do you know? (I know the due date is today, but... I didn't know they already started.)

Mrdaimion: Congrats on getting BoW if we lose BB.

BB: Oh, thank you. :) I was very shocked over here; I thought one of the three I mentioned would get it.

Challenge Two
Nalyd: This is your first team challenge, and one of my favorites from the past 5 seasons. Somehow, every season, we get people messing up what I believe to be a simple challenge; the poetry challenge. Because I believe that the 12 of you are some of the best authors we've had yet, I'm going to raise the bar. You have to write a haiku from one Total Drama character to another (please specify who to who) and a limerick about anything Total Drama related. The poems will be judged spelling, if you followed the correct format for a poem, and if it makes sense. This challenge is due Thursday. Here is an example of each poem:

Haiku:

LeShawna's booty LeShawna's beautiful hair Harold is creepy

Limerick:

There was a boy on TDA And he tried really hard to stay So he used his looks Made girls read his books But he ended up sent away

Bbhinton15's Story
Haiku
 * Setting: Bridgette's conflicting feelings towards Alejandro and Geoff after the kiss shared between Bridgette and Alejandro in the Yukon of the Total Drama World Tour season.
 * Poet's Note: One of the guidelines of this challenge is to have the haiku contemplate from one Total Drama character to another. In this haiku, the haiku goes from Bridgette to Alejandro.

A warm kiss you gave... Distaste formed within my heart... I have another.

Limerick
 * Setting: The finale to the Total Drama Action season.
 * Poet's Note: The challenge guidelines said this challenge had to be Total Drama-related. The characters used are Beth and Brady, which are Total Drama-related.

TDA's favorite wannabe... Has a "boyfriend", who is named Brady... All thought he was a fake... But, this was a mistake... After she hugged her "sugar-baby".

Cards777's Story
 Haiku

 Alejandro to Heather

On a special trip

Around the world, I found you…

I love you Heather.

 Limerick

 (It's About Ezekiel)

I was once on TDI...

But I was gone in the blink of an eye!

<p style="text-align:center">I left so early because I was sexist

<p style="text-align:center">Or just because I was an annoying pest!

<p style="text-align:center">So, TDI… I bid you goodbye.

Crag's Story
<p style="text-align:center">Haiku

<p style="text-align:center">(From Sadie to Katie after Katie's elimination)

<p style="text-align:center">Oh my gosh, Katie

<p style="text-align:center">I can't believe we're apart

<p style="text-align:center">I miss you so much.

<p style="text-align:center">Limerick

<p style="text-align:center">(About Chris McClean)

<p style="text-align:center">There once was an evil host,

<p style="text-align:center">Often all he would do was boast,

<p style="text-align:center">He treated the campers like crap,

<p style="text-align:center">Only to fall into a trap,

<p style="text-align:center">And ended up paying the most.

Mrdaimon's Story
(The haiku is about Sierra's feelings torwards Cody)

I could feel the sparks

Our hearts beating as a whole

Too bad he likes Gwen...

(Now Gwen and Cody's 'relationship', in Cody's perspective)

Our conversations are filled with empty "Hi's"

I'll try to get her to look deep into my eyes

But when I do she still wears her frown

There are those times when I'm feeling down

But looking at her reminds me it'll be alright.

MTDM's Story
Story 1: A Haiku, by Owen, to Izzy AUTHOR'S NOTE: After Izzy's first elimination in TDI.

''The RCMP Had captured you, my Izzy. Oh, what a sad day.''

Story 2: A Limerick, Ezekiel

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The title is "Ezekiel." That means TDI Ezekiel. Not TDA Zeke, nor TDWT Zombie Zeke.

''There was once a boy on TDI. After elimination one, he had to say "goodbye." Due to his sexist remarks. He made zero sparks. And to Playa des Losers, he shall die.''

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Not literally "die". Die from the competition.

Plat's Story
'''A Haiku From Gwen to Trent During the Events of 3:10 to Crazytown Sentimental TrentExpressed love with unhinged mind Regressed sympathy

A Limerick For The Kindhearted Gwen, By: Cody Emmett Jameson Anderson

Your majestic smile and cottony skin

Are coercive enough to discover within

My fragile heart

Which has been deplumated apart

By your feministic yet pragmatic sin

Poppy's Story
<p style="text-align:center">Haiku

<p style="text-align:center">(From Sierra to Cody)

<p style="text-align:center"> Stalker Love

<p style="text-align:center">Every great morning

<p style="text-align:center">Your pink toothbrush is sighted

<p style="text-align:center">When I go stalking

<p style="text-align:center">Limerick

<p style="text-align:center">''' What Show Is It? '''

<p style="text-align:center">There once was a show on TV,

<p style="text-align:center">A show that was reality,

<p style="text-align:center">Contestants arrived,

<p style="text-align:center">And Chris made them dive,

<p style="text-align:center">It will go down in history!

Spenstar's Story
Haiku:

Heather, don't you care?

Why did you leave me down there,

To burn in despair?

Alejandro

Limerick:

Alejandro was his name.

Like a pro, he played the game.

She fell for his lies,

Till he left her to die,

Stuck to a pole and her shame.

Tdi's Story
Haiku: Duncan to Courtney

Little miss crazy

Rules are for fools, you are one

You pushed me away

Limerick: Katie and Sadie

Two girls went to Camp Wawanakwa

Spent every second together

Katie chosen to leave

Sadie was filled with grief

Pelted by apples, Courtney yelled "Grrr!"

Ult's Story
Haiku  (from Owen to Mr. Coconut)

Mr. Coconut

My "mad" delusions made him

Sadly chopped in half

Limerick

Chris Maclean was a sadistic host

Who always claimed that he had the most,

But take it all away

All his things and his pay,

And the poor "host with the most" was toast.

Webly's Story
A Unexperienced Lover's Haiku  (from Noah to Bridgette)Love is strange, Bridgette. You know you love me inside.

But love is tricky.

A Tale of Two Friends  (a simple limerick about Katie and Sadie)

Two women joined Total Drama Island with please,

They were opposite as paper is to trapeze,

One was scrawny but tall,

While the other one was as fat as a gigantic ball, But they both left the show with ease.

Judging
Reddy: Nalyd said I get Writing Gophers and Shane gets the Typing Bass....

Reddy's Judging

 * BB: You’re haiku was really awesome. ^_^ I can’t think of any criticism to give, sorry. :( You’re limerick was also good, but it doesn’t stick out to me much because I’m notr the biggest fan of BethxBrady, but that’s just my opinion. :P
 * Cards: The haiku is sketchy for me… Alejandro likes to flirt and play hard-to-get, and is not the one to admit his feelings straight forward, if I remember right. Limerick? Awesome! ‘Nuff said.
 * Crag: Haiku is fine, except I think that second line is eight syllables, though that may just be me… LOL @ the limerick! Great! :D
 * DG: No Story, No Review
 * Mrdaimion: I can totally imagine Sierra singing that haiku… XD. Limerick, good. But, the fifth line should rhyme with the first and second. Good job!
 * MTDM: I have a little complaint about your haiku… Owen said this to Izzy at her first TDI elimination, buw OwenxIzzy hadn’t even sparked yet… Unless he’s reciting this, in like, TDA… Limerick’s okay, except the last line… If I remember, Ezekiel was fully alive all TDI. xD

Reddy: There you have it! Good stories, everyone. The BOW for this team if they lose would have to be… BB! Good job, Gophers!

Elimination Ceremony One
Nalyd: The Gophers lose, the Bass all submitted good poems. BB, please nominate two of your teammates and tell us why.

BB: Nothing's ever personal when it comes to these things, guys. So, don't take anything out on me. Nalyd, I'd like to nominate DuncanGuy and MTDM. :/

Nalyd: Can you give me a reason for the nominations?

BB: I apologize. The reason is fairly obvious for DuncanGuy; this user didn't submit a story. As for MTDM, I based this choice off of Reddy's review for him. I do agree with what Reddy said about MTDM. Also, I think that, in my own reviews of all of my team's challenges, I got the most complaints to myself out of MTDM's haiku and limerick. All in all, however, I agree with Reddy's review to MTDM's challenge. (Let the record show that I did not get influenced by Reddy; I only agree with him.)

Nalyd: Alright. Duncanguy, MTDM, why do you deserve to stay?

MTDM: Okay, I deserve to be nominated. Yeah, I found out that IxO didn't spark..., but it was TDI...2008(?). I thought it sparked. My limerick...I couldn't find something that rhymed, other than "die". I'm not really a good poet, eh? I promise to do better if I make it in. ...But, DG didn't post an entry. On the first challenge of the real season. If I'm eliminated, I respect the decisions.

Nalyd: The person leaving is... DuncanGuy.

Week Three Chat
Nalyd: Eleven remain...

MTDM: w00t!!! I made it!! :D

Cards: Well, the Gophers are down to five. *sigh* I'm already ready for the next challenge O_O

Plat: Final 11!

BB: Awesome-ness! ^_^

MrD:Honestly, I'm surprised I wasn't nominated.

Ult: "I would have enjoyed the judging of my poetry, but I suppose it's for the best. On to the next challenge, then?"

Sunshine: *serves up ravioli for the competitors* Congrats on passing the first challenge, y'all! The next challenge should be up soonish. I have no idea what the challenge is, but it'll probably be up soon. Or whenever Nalyd feels like posting it. XD

Ult: "Thanks, Sunshine, that was quite...helpful."

Plat: Thanks for the ravioli...I guess...

Sunshine: No problem! It's my only real job here! (XD, that was a joke. Or was it? o.O)

MrD: Ravioli? *tackles Sunshine, and steals all of it* MINE!

Plat: Ok then...*tastes ravioli* MINE!!! *about to tackle but realizes that it's not a roleplay* Whoops....

Mrdaimion: I expected more people to post previews of their story by now.

Poppy: When is this due, anyways?

Mrdaimion: Thursday or Friday probably.

Plat: Ult quit... :(

Mrdaimion: I'm not trying to be mean by saying this is any way, but I'm honestly a little glad he quit. Not only was he a big threat in the competetition, but, IMO, other people should be an admin instead, ex. Webly and Spenny, do.

Plat: Entries are due today.

Challenge Three
Nalyd: Last season we had to do stories about Sierra before she went on Total Drama World Tour, and now you will do the same thing for Alejandro. Justo una cuenta a cerca de la muy normal viva de Alejandro (Just a story about the very normal life of Alejandro). It doesn't have to be "normal" just pick a day in his life before he competed on Total Drama and write about it. This will be judged on spelling, grammar, in-character-ness, creativity, and originality. This is due Friday. (If we don't say when it's due, assume Friday.)

Bbhinton15's Story

 * Author's Point of View - 3rd Person Past Omniscient
 * Author's Notes:
 * This story takes place on a Saturday, eliminating the factor of Alejandro's educational institution.
 * This story also focuses on characters not proven to have the personalities given from Total Drama. Most, if not, all of this story is based on my imagination of Alejandro's family.
 * Words typed in italics are either words in Spanish, words with extra emphasis put on them, or the thoughts Alejandro is forming.

"Work it! Work it!  Oh, you're an animal!  The camera loves you!" a voice was heard in the distance. It was later revealed to be a male cameraman, taking fast snapshots of Alejandro, who was posing differently for each camera picture. "Gimme fierce! Gimme anger!  Give. Me. That. Hot. Nature!" the cameraman continued. Alejandro, a tall and vividly attractive young man, seeming to be of a type of Hispanic descent, gave his cameraman what he had been craving. Alejandro went from a pose of muscle flexes to showing his covered rear to the camera, to blowing a kiss to the camera. All poses imaginable came from this seemingly perfect gentleman. "And, scene!" the cameraman yelled, snapping his last picture for the day. He, then, ran over to Alejandro and quickly shook his hand. "Great work for the day, Alejandro." "Thanks, Frank." "Uhh... It's Jordan." Alejandro covered his mouth, "Oops. My sincerest apologies." Jordan got within centimeters of Alejandro's face, yelling, "Oh, it's fine! Nothing but a slip of the tongue!" Alejandro pushed Jordan a couple inches back, "And, thank you again for choosing me for this modeling internship those weeks ago. Modeling isn't really what interests me, pero..." Alejandro ripped off the shirt he was wearing to show a glistening chest, abs, and perfect figure, "... who am I to keep this from wandering eyes?" Jordan tried to touch Alejandro's chest, but his hand was immediately slapped by Alejandro, causing Jordan to extend his hand back to him. "Meow," Jordan muttered. Looking at his watch, he continued, "Well, it's about noontime. We'll pick back up here tomorrow at the same time, 8:00.  Alejandro, you're really doing great here!  My choosing you was really not in vain for our internship program!" Alejandro sultrily chuckled and proceeded to walk out of the modeling agency, "Heh. No problem.  And, thank you again for choosing me." "It was obvious you were going to, anyway," Alejandro thought with an unusual grin on his face, as he left the agency, waving.

Eyes closed, shoulders cocked, and with an esteemed, yet relaxed presence, Alejandro proceeded to walk home after talking with Jordan. His home, or manor as he refers to it as, was about a 5 minute walk away from the modeling agency he had just left. Alejandro walked past a garden shop and the near dead plants it had out for display for potential customers. Right after Alejandro graced them with his presence by walking past them, the flowers sprang back to life, bright and effervescent as could be. Along the way to his home, he ran into a few girls talking on their cellphones... to each other. Alejandro walked past all of them, unmercifully making the girls faint with every step he took, as they all saw him. One by one, step by step, each girl passed out. "Naturally...," Alejandro spat out of his mouth. He ventured further and ran into a dog on his neighbor's lawn. The dog was restrained by stainless steel silver chains and prisoned in his own doghouse. Alejandro, still walking on the sidewalk, along his neighbor's house, eyed the dog. The dog looked over to Alejandro and ran as far as it could to bite him, choking himself with his own chains. The guy took it upon himself and hopped his neighbor's fence, and went up to the devilish dog, who was growling, louder and louder towards Alejandro with each step he took. He proceeded to pet the dog, brushing its fur with his hand. This action actually stopped the dog from growling and had it lay down and purr, similar to a cat. "There, there. All you need is a little love," Alejandro whispered to the dog.

There was no doubt about it. Alejandro was an amazing person... loved by many, envied by more... he was a true god-like figure. After a few minutes of petting the dog, Alejandro hopped the fence again, and ran into his own home. "Mamá! I'm ho--" Alejandro opened the door, only to be knocked out by a punch which came from his brother, José. "Oof!" Alejandro fell onto the sidewalk in, what seemed like, slow-motion. Alejandro slowly opened his eyes, looking to see José, standing there, proud of what he had just did. "¡Jaja! ¡No seas tan torpe, Al!" José laughed up above. Alejandro, covering his face, immediately got up and began poking José's chest, "Klutz?! Impossible! You're the one that hit me!  And, for the kajillionth time, don't call me Al!" The two sounded like spoiled little children. "Fine, 'Al'!" José yelled, putting air quotes around every time he said the word 'Al'. "I won't call you Al anymore, Al! Okay, Al?  Did'ja get that, Al?! I won't call you, Al, by that name anymore.... AL!" Blistering mad, Alejandro screamed and ran into the manor, with one hand on his face. Seconds after, he bumped into his mother, who had an uncovered pot in her hand. A taste of what was inside it spilled on the floor, as Alejandro ran past her. "Alejandro, mijo, watch where you're going," she called out to him. "What's wrong with him?" she asked José, as he came up to Alejandro's mother. José smiled to himself and lied, "Ohhhh, Al just had a... bad fall a few minutes ago." "Do not call me 'Al'!" a voice was heard in the distance. Alejandro's mother ignored this, and went on into the kitchen. José began laughing as she did.

Much later in the day, dinner was about to take place in Al's manor. Alejandro's mother was just finishing the meal preparation, José was next to her, setting the table, and Alejandro came into the kitchen, covering the left half of his face with a dishrag. Alejandro's mother, Julia, turned around and saw the cloth on her son's face, "Oh, Alejandro. For the fourth time today, take that rag off your face." "Noooo. I must hide this... this... imperfección," Alejandro replied. "Well, can you at least tell me how this happened?" Alejandro got offended, "I already did! José punched my beautiful face earlier today.... only because he's jealous!" José set the last piece of silverware on the table, "Did not!" "Di-- Ugh. I'm not even going to argue with you," Alejandro assured him. Alejandro's mother went over to him and took the rag off. She gasped, feeling Alejandro's skin. There was a giant bruised area where Julia was feeling, "Ouch. Alejandro, that looks bad." Alejandro smoothly ran his hand on the bruised area José punched, "I need something for this. Stupid José.  Do we have any ailments?" "Did someone say 'ailment'?!" a heroic-like voice was heard towards the front of the house. Alejandro peered his head to the direction the voice came from. When looking, he saw his manor's front door opened with his father standing in it, carrying a rather large box with a random cat on top of it. "Dad's home! Let the party begin.," Alejandro yelled to José and his mother.

Alejandro's father was a very tall figure, with looks parallel to Alejandro's. The cat on top of the box hopped down and landed in the manor. Alejandro's dad quickly ran over to Alejandro and observed the damage, "Hmm... Good thing I was in Ireland a couple days ago. Those Irish can make great ailments for this kind of thing." "What kind of thing?! You just came in!  How do you know what's wrong with me?" Alejandro looked at his dad, confused. Alejandro's dad set the box down, "Okay, let's see--" Alejandro's father was cut short by a cat's shrieks and screams. Both men looked over to see that Alejandro's father dropped the large box on the cat's, who was initially on top of it, tail. The cat screeched with pain, and quickly ran around and about the house. "Who's cat is that?!" Alejandro looked immediately as his dad, who shrugged his shoulders, causing Alejandro to think, I totally get it from him. "Stop it! Stop it, Diego!" Julia called out, as the cat scurried past her. The cat was still hissing out of pain, running amongst the house. José got up from the table and began chasing the cat. In the living room, he dove for it, but ended up hitting his head on a side table when the cat ran away from José. Diego, Alejandro's father, tried going for it; however, he ended up sliding down the hallway after a failed attempt at also diving for the cat. When Alejandro tried doing the same, the cat made it's way back into the kitchen, hopped onto the table, running all over the dinner Julia prepared, and tracked foodstuffs all about the house.

"Get this demon cat out of mi casa!" Julia shouted. As soon as that was said, the cat hopped out of an open window. "You think he understood me?" she whispered to Alejandro. Alejandro thought, "It's a cat! It barely understands how to wash itself!". Afterwards, he then said, "Oh, I'm sure it did, mamá." When Alejandro's mother walked away, he immediately shook his head 'no' to himself and smacked his forehead. "Well... Dinner's ruined," José said, looking at the destroyed meals. With a phone in his hand, Diego mentioned, "I wouldn't be too sure. Hello?  Pizza Town?"

After a filling dinner, Alejandro quickly got into his pajamas and crawled into his bed, "Another day with this family... another day to.... tooooo...." Alejandro yawned, "Ah, forget it." As he nearly passed out, a spitball was launched toward his face, and hit his left cheek. He woke up to see, across the hall, José was in his own bed, with a straw dangling from his mouth. "Here we go again..." Alejandro thought, as he finally went to sleep.

Crag's Story
Alejandro brought down the knife onto the slithering snake that had compromised the safety of his mansion. His father, a diplomat, was working that day and his mother had left to complete daily chores to keep the devilish household at bay.

With his parents out he was left with Jose, his brother but the vendetta between the brothers held deep meaning. He mocked his brother for everything, and on top he called him Al. Alejandro despised this title, and his brother.

Jose strode into the room, “Hello Al oser. I see your being your normal loser self.”

Alejandro's face was a bright shade of pink when he retaliated, “It's Alejandro! You know how much I dislike Al. It's Alejandro! Alejandro! ALEJANDRO!”

“Calm down, Al. Sergio is at the door, leave twerp, Belinda is coming and I don't want you embarrassing me!” Jose replied.

Alejandro grumbled and proceeded to exit his house while he thought, “Stupid Jose! Stupid Belinda! Stupid Sergio! I despise them all! I wish Carlos was here, he's the only person who treats me with a level of respect! If I get on Total Drama I'll become respected and feared! Obtain new, better friends, those on the same intelligence level!”

Alejandro wore a mask, a smile, and opened the grand door revealing a smiling Sergio, “Alejandro, are you able to come play some soccer? The poor kids have challenged us and,” he smiled confidentially, “We never refuse a challenge. We need you up front with Adolfo they will have no chance.”

Despite his hidden hatred for his so called friend he exited the Burromuerto household and went to the soccer pitches. Stained from much use and little cleaning. Alejandro cursed his luck as a fresh blood stain made home the previous night. Alejandro was great at soccer. His brother, Carlos, was an inspiration to him which vastly helped.

Alejandro went to the centre of the pitch with Adolfo. Adolfo was tanned, had silky blonde hair. He matched Alejandro's build but the key difference between the two Latino was that Adolfo was gullible. Extremely gullible. Alejandro used his naïve nature and manipulated him. This is the reason Alejandro is as he is.

The ball was kicked into the pitch and the poor children rushed for it whiled the rich took a strategic approach. The orphan's top man ran down the pitch with the speed of a cheetah.

Alejandro noticed their less than desirable position, “Hey Adan, your shoe is untied!”

The boy immediately bent down to tie his laces but by then Alejandro was at their net with the ball. He took a shot and it went into the top-right hand corner.

“One-nil! To the champions! One-nil to the champions!” His team loudly sang as Alejandro was smirking.

This is going to be a fun match he thought.

Through many dishonorable acts Alejandro led his team to a landslide. The final score was seven-one with the opposition obtaining a goal through pure luck.

“Well, Adan, that was a fun game,” Alejandro said, “Let's shake on it like men!” Alejandro offered his sweating hand but Adan turned away with a look of pure disgust swept across his face.

“You played dishonorably,” Adan began, “So I can never respect you!”

Alejandro feared his cover may have been blown, “No, no, no! I played it honourably, I hope you can forgive me! Maybe I could buy you a burger?”Alejandro suggested.

Adan was skeptical at first but ended up following the puppet master.

When Alejandro and Adan reached burger joint, “Go sit over there,” Alejandro gestured to a nearby table with two seats.

Adan sat and observed his surroundings. While that happened Alejandro walked over to Adolfo. “Hello again, you did well in the game. We couldn't have won it without you.” Alejandro said.

Adolfo's eyes lit up, “Really?”

“Yes,” Alejandro said, “By the way, I forgot my wallet, could you buy me two burgers?”

“Sure!” Adolfo replied and rushed off to get into a long line.

This is almost too easy! Alejandro thought as he joined Adan who was looking out a nearby window, “Alright, the burgers the burgers are coming,” Alejandro spoke aloud with a smile on his face.

Adan greeted the smile with one of his own, “I can't believe I thought you were mean!”

Sergio came over with a burger and was followed by Adolfo who carried three more. They joined the two boys and each bit into a burger, “Thanks for this burger!” Adan gleefully said.

Alejandro smiled and looked at his watch, “Woah, it's already 4:30! I'm so sorry but for now, I must leave you.”

Alejandro left the establishment with a smirk across his face. He walked back to his house to find Jose and Belinda making out, “Ah, Jose!” Alejandro shrieked before he pointed upstairs by his brother.

Alejandro was angry by this action as Belinda was someone on the same wave link as him, cunning, and threatening. With the couple looking healthy he vowed to find another. Another girl who was just as mischievous and unhanded- but not too unhanded. He still needed to be the dominant one.

“ALEJANDRO! You've got a phone call!” A masculine voice said.

Alejandro sullenly went down the stairs, “Yes mother?” He picked up the phone and his eyes lit up, “Yes sir, no sir, no sir, I can make it down there for 7:00?”

A muffled voice replied, “Yes, this is costing me so much, you better be worth it!”

“Don't worry Chris. I'm better!” Alejandro laughed as he hung up....

Mrdaimon's Story
I woke up. I breathed in. I looked around my room, and saw nothing special, not surprisingly. I breathed out. After a few minutes and yells from my mom, I got out of bed, and went to the kitchen. I looked around the kitchen, and there was only my mom, my dad, and… Jose.

“Hey ‘Al’,” Jose called to me, mainly because he knew how much he hated it. “Why don’t you DO something with your life instead of sitting around here, watching everything?” He grinned the kind of grin you’d expect a bully to use. “Oh, I almost forgot, you’re too busy having no friends. My bad.” I clenched my fists, and it probably would have gotten physical if my bus didn’t pull up.

“Come on Alejandro, you don’t have any more time to play with Jose, you need to get to school.” My mom said. I glared at Jose, and ran to my bus. I got on just before the driver was going to leave, and I sat down next to my best friend, Alexander.

“Hey Alexander,” I said as I sat down. “How’s your brother doing?” I joked. We both met because out older brothers were friends, only God knows why anyone could like those two. Before he could answer, a bully came by.

“Hey Alex.” He said in the same way my brother did. Like me, he got really annoyed when he was called that, which is another way how we met. Alexander started to get up, but I grabbed his arm, and pulled him back down. Alexander sighed. We exchanged small talk until the bus pulled up at our school.

As I got out the bus, some jacka** pushed me aside and ran towards the school at full speed, knocking me onto the ground. I muttered some swears I heard from Jose, and got back up and ran to the school.

I got in my class just before the bell rung, and I sighed out of relief. I sat down, and I heard my teacher go on and on about things I couldn’t care less about. I started day dreaming, and I drifted back to reality when my teacher hit my desk with a yardstick.

“Gah!” I screamed, jumping up from the shock. How cliché I thought. The class laughed at my expense, and I started thinking about how to get revenge on them when the bell rang. They all started talking about things that there would never be any appeal in them for me, and I walked over to one of the main people who laughed at me. I noted his appearance more carefully, and then walked off.

I observed him for the rest of the day, and noted his habits. I noticed how he never pay attention, how he’d be looking for opportunities to get out of class, and how he has a short attention span. I noted all of these, and I started thinking of a trap. A few hours later I thought of one, but I needed to stay at school to do it. When school ended, I hid in a trash can, and patiently waited until 8:00 PM until all of the teachers left. I snuck out, and I started working on my trap.

I got to my house late, and made up some lies about working on a project at Alexander’s house. She didn’t call his parents to check luckily, so she let me go on to my room. I sat there, thinking how sweet revenge would be…

I arrived at school again today, and kept my eyes on the kid who was laughing at me the other day. The teacher started giving us a lecture, so, like I predicted, he started looking for ways out of class. Also like I predicted, he noticed the fire alarm, but not the tiny string around the handle. He reached his hand over to pull it. He did, and when it rang, he was the first one out. He was running, and he didn’t noticed the bucket falling from above filled with marbles. When they came raining down, they hit him, and he started tripping. There was only one thing I over looked in my plan: We were on the second floor. He came tumbling down the stairs, and we could tell before he hit the bottom that he was most likely dead. We ran to the bottom to examine him, only to have our fears confirmed.

I was horrified. How could some simple revenge have gone so horribly wrong? I thought. When I got home, I ran into my room and cried. ''I killed someone. I’m not even out of high school yet, and I’m responsible for someone’s death. ''When I pulled myself together, I looked out the window, and the bright sunshine seemed to be mocking me. I pulled shut my curtains, and cried some more.

I left my room a few hours after I entered, and I saw Jose was about to knock it down so he could torture me. He chuckled at me saving him the trouble, and he picked me up by the collar of my shirt. He threw me against the wall, and carried me to the bathroom. He stuck my head in the toilet, and only brought me out every minute so I could get enough oxygen to still live. When Jose got bored with me, he dropped me on the ground, and as he walked away I tried not to drown in self-pity. I failed however, and I just sat there felling sad about myself, until my mom called me down for dinner.

At dinner, there was light conversation, and plenty of awkward pauses in it. When I was finally done eating, I ran up to my room, and started crying again. They were worried about me, but they let me be, since they knew they wouldn’t be much help. I got myself together after a hour, and I saw an ad on the T.V. for a show called ‘Total Drama World Tour’, and that two people could sign up to travel around the world. I dismissed it at first, but soon, I decided that I needed to get away from my life. So I filled up my application about how I was seeing myself right now, a horrible, terrible, evil, and other synonyms person.

By the time I went to bed, I had just sent in my application, and although I didn’t care too much, I was glad that it took my mind off things for a while. Who knows, I thought. I might even get in. I chuckled softly. Yeah, right.

MTDM's Story
Story: Joining Total Drama...And Being The Next Gemmies Host Point of View: Alejandro

(MTDM: This takes place Saturday, and TDA new episodes are every Friday.)

I have just woken up from my bed. I was thinking about last night's Total Drama Action episode. I still can't believe Duncan won! Beth would be bad, too, but Duncan? Burro muerto, I thought. My mother has called to me from downstairs:

"Alejandro, vamos a desayunar (come down for breakfast)!"

"Venida, mamá (coming, mom)!" I yelled. As soon as I changed from my pajamas to my regular clothing, I went downstairs.

"Oh. Hey Al," my brother, José smirked at me. "Why don't you go out and do something useful?" I was starting to clench my fist. "Be like me, your handsome, athletic, not you, brother, José."

"Listen José," I said. José glared at me. "Stop calling me Al!"

"Oh, sure thing, Al," José said, with a dirty look upon his face.

Burro muerto, I thought about José. Worst brother ever, he knows I hate that nickname! As I went to the living room from the breakfast room, I turned on the television. It had a commercial about Celebrity Manhunt.

How would YOU like to be the Gemmies host/hostess? Think you've got it? We are looking for a good looking, evil, manipulative, smart, handsome, evil host..., oh, and evil. If you want to be the host of the Gemmie Awards for Celebrity Manhunt's Josh & Blaineley, call 1-800-555-0125! We look forward to the calls! The Gemmies are in six months, thank you.

Hm..., I thought. ''The publicity. Maybe José will finally respect me. As soon as I was about to pick up the phone, a commercial for Total Drama season three, Total Drama World Tour'' came up:

How would YOU like to be a newcomer for Total Drama? We are looking for two people: an over-obsessed fan-girl, and a manipulative dude. If you're the manipulative dude, you must be the Gemmie's host! We have a plan! Just call 1-800-TDW-TROX! This will probably be in six months. —Chris McLean

Man, being on Total Drama, and being the Gemmies host? I thought. José will be on the floor, begging to be me. I smirked, as I picked up the phone. First, I called Celebrity Manhunt.

"Hello?" Blaineley asked.

"Hi, this is Alejandro, signing up to be the Gemmies host," I said.

"Great. You're in," she responded.

"As easy as that?" I asked.

"No one called...," she said, as I hung up the phone.

Time for Total Drama, I thought.

"Hello, this is McLean. Chris McLean," Chris said.

"Hi, my name is Alejandro, and I'm signing up for season three," I said.

"Great. Did you call Celebrity Manhunt?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm the Gemmies host," I said.

"Okay," he said. "Manipulative?"

"Very much, indeed," I said.

"Great, you're in. I'll call you tommorow about our fake Total Drama Dirtbags scheme," he said, as I hung up the phone.

"Good job, Alejandro," I said. "Good job."

Plat's Story
May Contain Spoilers...Read at your own Risk...

''"Quiero vivir cerca del sol..." ''

The Total Drama Action theme song was playing on the television in Alejandro's very scrunchy house. His house was in the outskirts of town, and it needed a lot of money to be enjoyably lived in. Alejandro was enjoying his usual life in Mexico City while watching an episode of Total Drama Action. The episode was entitled, "Million Dollar Babies."

"Why, isn't Courtney a more bigger than Heather?" he asked his TV while the episode was playing.

His mother yelled at him from the kitchen.

"Alejandro! ''Limpia los platos, por favor!" ''

"Fine, I'll wash the dishes after I watch this episode!" Alejandro answered reluctantly.

He has watched every episode of Total Drama and knew that a million dollars would really help his home. However, his main focus of wanting to apply was to manipulate the people there and show everyone around the world how great his flirting and manipulation skills are and how he could easily win a million dollars with his hands behind his back.

"I'll show those naive teenagers the wrath of Alejandro. Just you wait and see," he said with an evil smile.

At the end of the episode, it was shown that Heather was voted out. Alejandro has a small tear in his eye but shakes it off before anyone noticed.

"Heather didn't play as well as her potential allowed her to," Alejandro said as he was watching the credits. "She was bald, and her concern for her hair overpowered her will to win a million dollars. She could've gone further in the game, but wasn't manipulative enough to go that far."

Alejandro's mother eventually got furious and made Alejandro do the dishes. After he balanced them perfectly on a plate, he went outside to see his friend Isidro.

"Welcome back, Alejandro!" exclaimed Isidro. "Do you wanna play some basketball today?"

"No time, amigo," answered Alejandro. "Today, I need your help to win a million dollars."

"Really?" asked Isidro with a slight interest. "How long might this take?"

"Not long," exclaimed Alejandro. "I just need to convince the producers to let me on the show."

"Are we going to let Jose know about this?" asked Isidro.

"There is no way that I am ever going to let my evil brother in on this," said Alejandro with a firm belief.

Jose is Alejandro's brother, and according to Alejandro, is more evil, manipulative, handsome, athletic, and more popular than he is. Jose is Alejandro's worst enemy and one of the main reasons Alejandro wants to join Total Drama is to beat Jose at one thing: obtaining a million dollars.

"Hello, my intelligent brother," came a voice with an evil smile.

Sure enough, Jose entered right as they started to talk about him and Isidro and Alejandro quickly shut their mouths before more could be said.

"You!" shouted Alejandro, as if he had nothing else to say.

"Yes, it is me, Al, you're smarter, more handsome, more athletic brother," Jose said egotistically.

Alejandro hated the nickname Al. It shows that Jose doesn't think Alejandro has reached his full potential yet. When Alejandro was eight years old, Jose said that he will call Alejandro by his proper name if he increases the value of the last name Burromuerto. However, until then, he will continue to use the nickname Al. Eight years later, Alejandro has still not gotten rid of the cursed nickname that he despised so much.

"I overheard that you are trying to get into a reality show," says Jose, as if the entire conversation was just sucked out of the air. "Too bad that I am not 16, for otherwise, I would have dominated the competition in a heartbeat."

"Well, it looks like Lady Luck is not on your side today, is it Jose?" questions Alejandro.

"Ah well," sighs Jose. "It looks like I get to watch you get last place on television!"

"Are you continuing to mock me in front of my amigo Isidro? asks Alejandro.

However, in the midst of the fighting, Isidro had left earlier because he didn't want to get conflicted with the antagonistic natures of the Burromuertos.

"Great, you scared Isidro away," said Alejandro. "It's because you have to be so mean to me!"

"Whatever," claims Jose. "All your friends are incompetent freaks anyways."

Alejandro got mad and storms off cursing Jose's name repeatedly. Jose is seen in the background laughing at the pathetic excuses of Alejandro.

"That's it!" yells Alejandro. "I will get on that reality show and win the million dollars!"

At 8:00 PM, Alejandro snuck out of his house to try to force Chris to let him on the show when he was asleep. He took a plane to Toronto, Canada and slept on the way their. It was 1:00 AM when the plane landed in Canada.

"I'll show Jose the might of Hurricane Alejandro!" yells Alejandro, waking up everyone on the plane.

Alejandro runs out of the plane to avoid the complaints of cranky elderly men who were on the flight. Alejandro then took a train to the Total Drama studio, where he saw Chris' trailer.

"Time for revenge," says Alejandro with an evil smile.

Alejandro entered the trailer quietly while carefully avoiding the alarms set by Chris.

Eventually, Alejandro looked around with night vision goggles, the same type that Gwen would eventually use in "The Am-AH-zon Race". He looked around Chris' trailer. There were numerous wigs and hair gel that belonged to the narcissistic host. He saw Chris and took out a tranquilizer gun. The bullet suddenly came spiraling out of the gun and into Chris's neck.

"My beautiful body!" yelled Chris, a second before going unconscious.

Chris woke up in a dark room tied up to a dark brown, wooden chair. He could speak but saw a dark figure slowly creep its way out of the shadows.

"So, el huesped de Total Drama," said Alejandro. "I have been watching some of your episodes of that reality show." Alejandro slammed down his right fist. "I want to win a million dollars and will do anything to make sure that will happen."

"Whatever, as long as you don't touch my hair gel, or tell anyone I'm bald," Chris said nervously. "Got it?"

"When will I compete?" Alejandro eagerly asks, waiting for the closest chance possible to compete.

"You will be competing next season on a show called Total Drama Dirtbags." Chris says quite unsure of himself, as if he is making it up on the spot. "It's a show, where, um, people go around a dirtbike studio or something...uh, maybe beat each other up?"

"As long as I can win a lot of money, I don't care what my competition is," Alejandro claims.

So, Alejandro eventually got all of his information from Chris and left his trailer. He took a plane back to Mexico and arrived before 8:00 AM the next day. He snuck back into his room and his mom entered.

"''Alejandro, levantate!" yelled his mother.''

Alejandro "woke up" and continued his daily routine. He continued to be teased by Jose and played basketball with Isidro, but he knew that his time to shine was coming soon...

-

Epilogue:

Alejandro finally returns home after two pain-filled months of Total Drama World Tour. He came back seeing Jose waiting at the doorstep. He saw Jose's experession and knew it was not good.

"Do you know what happened, hermano? asks Alejandro.

"I know exactly what happened," said Jose while smiling.

"How do you know? The season hasn't even started airing yet!" yelled Alejandro, trying to defend himself.

"I know people and I have sources," claims Jose. "I have one word for you that sums up all of your accomplishments and failures on the show.".

"Really? What word is it? Do you even know what place I got?" asked Alejandro, while curiously wanting to know what the word is.

"Are you sure you want to know, second place?" asked Jose, while smiling with a glare.

Alejandro and Jose stared at each other for two minutes while neither gestured nor spoke a word. Alejandro could guess the word coming out of his mouth before Jose even said it.

Al...

-

Glossary:

Quiero vivir cerca del sol: I wanna live close to the sun.

Limpia los platos, por favor!: Wash the dishes, please!

Amigo: Friend

El huesped de Total Drama: The host of Total Drama

Alejandro, levantate!: Alejandro, get (wake) up!

Hermano: Brother

Poppy's Story
<p style="text-align:center"> Feel My Wrath  "Al? Al? Al? Are you awake yet?" A large voice cried out above me.

"Ugh, five more minutes Jose. And don't call me Al." I said. I sat up in my bed.

"Don't call my name then Alejandro!" Jose, my older brother mockingly called from the bunk above me. He knows I dislike Lady GaGa.

"Just go back to bed!" I called from my bottom bunk.

"Alejandro! Get down here!" My mother called.

"Coming Mom!" I yelled downstairs.

Later, after I had gotten dressed and was starting to eat breakfast, my father, the diplomat came downstairs. "Good morning Alejandro. What's for breakfast?" He questioned playfully.

''That's strange. Usually my father knows what's going on around our house. He is a diplomat, ''I thought. I took a closer look and noticed that his tie was wrinkled, his socks didn't match, and his briefcase wasn't even clasped all the way. I decided not to pressure it. He probably just had a bad day at the office.

"Good morning Harry! We're having a great meal of scrambled eggs and toast! Would you like any?" My mom was a woman who came from Mexico and was very diverse when it came to food. Sometimes we went out for chinese, or maybe french. She used to always have mexican food, but after marrying my father and moving to Chicago, she decided to open up.

"No thanks, Maria, maybe later." My father responded nervously.

''What? My father not having his favorite food in the world? That's not right, ''I thought to myself.

I must have been daydreaming, because Jose came in and started to yell at me. "Come on Al! We'll be late for school!"

"Don't call me Al." I grumbled, following him out the door. Suddenly, I stopped. "Where's my report? I spent three hours working on that last night! I, I'll catch up with you later Jose."

I franticly sped back to my house with Jose singing in the distance. "Don't call my name, don't call my name, Alejandro..."

I got to my house and started to run upstairs. I found the report next to my half-empty can of cola (Man, I love that stuff) and was tearing back down the stairs when the clock struck nine. School was starting! I then heard voices coming from the kitchen. I froze. If my mom and dad knew I was there, I'd be toast!

"Maria, I'm afraid we have to move." My father started off.

"Again?" She responded. The same thought struck me. We had moved three times in the last two years. My father was always trying to find a new place to be a diplomat, apparently.

"Yes, again. The kids are having a horrible time at school, and people don't want to hire me because I'm mexican." My father answered. It was true. Jose and I always got teased, and my father always seemed tired lately. Who would ''do this to my father? They are so mean. ''Suddenly, a feeling of hatred crept across me. It felt warm, but it was a healing warmth. It felt good. ''All those people out there are evil. They deserve to feel the wrath of I, Alejandro Burromuerto''.

After that day, I never stopped being mean to other kids. My hatred lead me to a path of destruction. I was happy with it too. I knew I was very handsome, but I was too busy being mean in general to fall in love. I would not stop until I, Alejandro Burromuerto, made everyone feel my wrath.

<p style="text-align:center">THE END

Spenstar's Story
"You thought you're so tough, isn't that right, little one? You thought you were on top of the world!" Alejandro's evil laugh sent shivers down the spine of everyone in the vicinity. "Now look at you, you filthy little disgrace! And look at I, the rightful ruler!"

Richard quaked with fear, but quickly regained his composure and retorted, "You won't last! Even the most 'mighty' like yourself will crumble!"

"Is that so?" Alejandro chuckled, "Do you think you'll be the one to take me down? What a joke! Take him away!" Two big, buff guys entered the scene and grabbed Richard. They dragged him away as he shouted to Alejandro and struggled to break free the entire time.

The stage blacked out. Alejandro smiled at the applause and walked off stage left.

When the play was over, Alejandro waited backstage for his cue at the curtain call. After Richard took his bow and stepped back, Alejandro, the star actor and the last to bow during the call, walked center stage and gave a big, dramatic bow. The audience cheered and stood upon seeing him. Alejandro's eyes filled with tears of joy.

This is the greatest day of my life. He thought to himself.

Some time later, that same night, Alejandro and Richard were walking down the street together.

"You were awesome!" said Alejandro.

"So were you," Richard smiled.

"Thank you." They walked for a few minutes in silence.

"Hey Richard?"

"Yeah Alejandro?"

"Why does Mr. Posting always cast me as the over-the-top villains?"

"Because, my friend, nobody can play those roles except you."

"But Richard, I may just be paranoid about this, but does Mr. Posting see something in me that's, well, evil?"

Richard shrugged. "I guess he sees someone that can act evil, but that doesn't mean you are evil."

"I guess so," Alejandro sighed, "Well, this is my house. Night."

"Night, man."

Alejandro walked inside, all alone as usual, and sat down on the couch. He turned on the TV and widened his eyes at what he saw.

"Hello, viewers of Total Drama Island! Do you want to be a part of the drama? Do you want to be a star? Then call 1-800-833-7262 and ask for an audition!"

Alejandro smirked at the possibilities. He was always known for being a phenomenal actor for villainous characters. The face time, he figured, could give him his big break, and in return, he can save Total Drama from the cancelation heap. He grabbed the house phone and dialed the number.

"Hello, this is Chris McLean speaking."

"Hello Chris, this is Alejandro. I'm calling about an audition."

"Why should we pick you?" Chris sounded sadistic as ever through the other line.

"Because," Alejandro smirked, "I am an actor, and my talent is playing villains. Total Drama Action's ratings were awful, so I'd like to propose a deal. You let me on your show and give me the face time that I want, and I'll be your villain and give you the ratings you need. It's up to you, McLean."

"Alejandro, I think we got ourselves a new player! Come to Ontario Studios this Saturday at 5 PM and we'll see just how good you are."

"Excellent," said Alejandro, almost devilishly, as he hung up the phone. "Excellent."

Tdi's Story
Woke up from another good night sleep, knowing that another day is here.

"Alejandro!" my mother yelled," Come and eat!"

I got up, and walked downstairs to the kitchen, and got my food.

"Did you finish your homework?" my mother said.

"Oh mom, you know I always do my homework," I replied.

Of course, this is another lie, as I have people to do my homework. I am just too smart to do it, so I hired some smart girls to do it. If they miss one, I will mock them.

"That's good," my mother said," Pablo will be coming back from his trip today!"

Ugh, I thought to myself, Pablo. My annoying older brother who is student body president and a goody-goody. We both get the highest grades possible, but he doesn't need to be smooth talking or good looking for friends. He isn't ugly, but I am certainly more handsome than he is.

"Well, Amanda will be here soon, so let me get ready," I told my mother.

Amanda is the most popular person in my grade, other than me, and she is the first person in our grade to drive. After getting ready, I ran out to find Amanda with her very nice car.

"Hi Alejandro!" Amanda yelled.

The only thing I didn't like about her was her niceness and ignorance.

"Hello my sweet Amanda!" I yelled back, jumping into her car. She sped off for school.

"We have that Physics test today," she reminded me.

"I am ready," I replied.

"Is there anything you can't do?" Amanda asked me, with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, I can't seem to get a girlfriend," I replied, with fake sadness," as every girl seems to be afraid of me. While we hang out, it seems like no girl wants to be with me."

"I find you charming," Amanda said, with the wind blowing her hair," and I like you a lot."

"No," I refused," we weren't meant to be. It would ruin our friendship."

"We can see how it turns out, just give it a try," Amanda persisted.

"Well, I guess you're right," I replied swiftly. This will be great.

We got to the school parking lot and got out of the car, holding hands. Everyone around us would look and whisper. Exactly as I planned. I walked into the library.

"Hey girls," I spoke as I went up to some girls in my classes," how's the homework?"

"It's great!" One of them said," I was able to do everything!"

"Yeah!" The others yelled.

"Shh!" The librarian shushed us.

"Thanks," I whispered," and here's the invites to Troy Efron's party."

The girls squealed and walked out.

"You had them do your homework for invites?" Amanda asked, with a slight grin.

"Hey, they were willing to do it," I said with a grin.

"Oh, that's so mean," Amanda playfully punched me.

I had come up with the perfect plan, which would be acted at lunch. During fourth period, I wrote a note saying," Meet me at the fountain" and passed it to others who passed it to Amanda. She read it, and passed back another. The bell rang and I headed out for lunch. I sat at the fountain for five minutes before Amanda came.

"Sorry I'm a bit late," she apologized.

"Oh, it's no problem," I lied, a bit angry, as some people left the area.

"So, what do you want?" Amanda asked.

"I was thinking, this is the best place for a first kiss," I cleverly said.

"Oh, well, okay then," Amanda said, a bit stiff. I had her now.

We both leaned in, but I quickly leaned back, and Amanda fell in the fountain.

"Help!" Amanda screamed.

I put out my arm for her to grab, but I purposely let go, having her fall in. A girl in yearbook, who I hired, came by and took her picture. Everyone around us was laughing. I went to the nurse to have her call Amanda's mom, and to make a request of her least favorite outfit. Perfect. Amanda's popularity is over. Well, at least it's on hold for a while. But it will usually turn into forever. After a few periods, it was time to go home. I walked home with my good friend, Renaldo.

"Wow, I can't believe you did that!" Renaldo said with excitement," well, I can believe that."

"Another one down," I said, pleased," not many to go."

"Well," Renaldo said," see you tomorrow!"

Renaldo walked down his street, which was a block away from mine. I walked the rest of the way alone, and walked into my house.

"Al's here!" An annoying voice yelled. Crap.

Ult's Story
"Senor Burromuerto?"

Alejandro stared up from the dark cavern of his enclosed hands, and met the female orderly's gaze. She smiled sympathetically at him, though there was something unfathomable in her friendly expression.

The orderly motioned at the door beside her. "She's ready to see you now."

The young man didn't need any more prompting, and he immediately stood and marched through the door and into the room beyond. This hospital room would have looked like any other hospital room to the untrained eye, but to Alejandro, this room was a true blessing, keeping its occupant alive in ways that even he could not.

Lying there, so still in the pristine bed, breathing laboriously, was his mother. She squinted in his general direction, as if her vision was darkening. "Alejandro? Come and see your mama."

Alejandro walked slowly towards the bed, hardly believing that the shrunken being now beside him had once been his proud mother, who had never been willing to let one single thing beat her. Even now, he supposed she was fighting to the very end.

To distract himself from this possibility, he blurted out, "I was accepted into that reality show last night."

His mother's hand cupped his cheek slowly, and Alejandro could clearly see that she was struggling to move. This wasn't good. However, despite the fact that she was losing the most important battle of her life, she was smiling brightly. "That's wonderful. Good news is the best news to hear before a person dies. My sons can carry on without me."

Alejandro felt tears, no matter how hard he tried to force them back, leak out from the corners of his eyes. "You'll watch the season, won't you?"

His mother looked at him for a moment, and then opened her mouth. "Send the orderly in again, Alejandro."

The young man didn't react to her words for a moment, and then walked out of the room as if in a daze, barely registering the orderly rushing past him. He simply sat down, staring at the wall but seeing nothing, and waited.

If you were to ask him, Alejandro Burromuerto would not be able to tell you how long he sat there, on that bench beside his mother's door. Since we have been observers to this story, I can say with confidence that the troubled young man sat, never breaking his stare with the wall, for a total of exactly one hour. He would have undoubtedly sat longer, but the orderly's sudden and solemn appearance at his mother's doorway distracted him.

He stood abruptly, fear and desperation powering his voice. "My mother! Is she-"

The orderly shook her head, as her bright green eyes shimmered with tears. "I'm sorry, Senor Burromuerto. She passed on peacefully."

Alejandro strode over to the door, and peered in, not wanting to set foot in the room itself. His mother lay there, as defeated as ever, but there was one crucial difference, one that made Alejandro's heart freeze in his chest.

She was no longer breathing.

The female orderly was about to place a comforting hand on the young man's shoulder when he abruptly turned on his heel and walked out, never glancing back at where his mother was contained. Accustomed to such actions, the female orderly decided to wait for the distressed son to return, and sat on the same bench that Alejandro himself had sat on while waiting for a verdict on his mother's fate.

She would wait a long while, as Alejandro Burromuerto would never return.

The son was, in fact, sitting on a plane bound for Canada, and mentally preparing the reality show's trials that lay ahead. He breathed inwards and outwards, and watched the sun descent through his window.

These competitors would have no idea what he was capable of. He would be a whirlwind of destruction, and he would leave no one standing but himself.

He would make his mother proud.

The plane continued on towards its destination, even as the sun finally disappeared from everyone's sight. Night had fallen, and Alejandro Burromuerto was heading towards the next chapter in his life.

But without one main character to see him through.

In the black of night, Alejandro buried his head in a pillow and sobbed with all of his strength. He would compose himself by morning's first light, but now was a rare time for weakness.

The plane flew on into the darkness.

Webly's Story
Bonnie

Alejandro was always arrogant and never had the most proper manners but he managed to have the charms. He got fairly good grades and lived with his mom and sister, Bonnie, who had some brain cancer at such a young age. Bonnie was his world, the only thing he truly cared about for 5 years of his life. After that, it was to win and cheat but before that, Bonnie was healthier than she is now and only a week after being diagnosed with cancer. So, it was an almost typical day.

It was thunder storming when Alejandro found out that his 8-year old sister was sick. She immediately was skipping school and Alejandro’s mother thought it was just a common virus. The reason Alejandro asked his mother what was going on was because one night Bonnie was screaming in bed. Alejandro came to the rescue but Bonnie said she was just having a nightmare. Alejandro knew something was up and he had to get to the bottom of it which leads us to where we are today, anticipating what’s happening.

“Mom,” Alejandro started. “I may not have the guts to take this without doing anything but I need an answer. When Bonnie said she was having a nightmare, I knew she was lying. Her face started twitching and her eyes blinked fast just like the time when she told me she wasn’t the one who ate the last poptart.” In Alejandro’s mind, he was questioning himself how he could remember that memory so vividly as if it just happened but he was also anxious for an answer that was correct.

Alejandro’s mother tried not to cry but a tear came down anyways. She always tried to keep everything together when something terrible had occurred and she was good at that until her husband mysteriously disappeared ever since then she couldn’t keep anything together. She was a strong person nonetheless and wasn’t going to lie to Alejandro about Bonnie but she wasn’t going to be happy telling him the truth. “She has brain cancer, Alejandro. I wanted to tell you, I really did. Everything this family has went through is tearing me apart. I wanted to act like we were a normal family. I know it was wrong that I didn’t tell you and you may not ever speak to me again. But, I’m telling you now.”

Alejandro couldn’t find words to say what he was thinking. He was full of emotions ready to burst but all he said was the wrong words. “I’m ashamed of what’s happening. Bonnie was the only thing I’ve ever truly cared about and now she’s practically gone. I can’t deal with this anymore. After Dad left, it’s never been the same. That’s why I’m leaving.”

“Alejandro, please,” His mother started crying hard while another piece of her heart left.

Alejandro took one look back and headed for the door. It was the last time he would ever see his parents again. His last words were, “Tell Bonnie I love her.”

(This week this story was rushed. I'm truly sorry but I was considering quitting because it was getting in the way of school but now I decided I'm going to stay in and not miss or rush through a story again this competition.)

Judging
Nalyd: This week there will be no judging. I apologize, but this was a busy week for all the judges and we didn't have time. In the future, please do not pester us about judging. We know nobody is trying to annoy us, but it is very annoying every time we log in to be asked where the judging is. Anyway, Cards was the only person not to submit a story, and has been eliminated.

Week Four Chat
Nalyd: Welcome back, everyone.

Crag:Shouldn't this be week four?

Nalyd: My bad. Please nobody tough the elimination table, I'm gonna work on it later.

Poppy: Sorry Nad, if I pestered ya.

Mrdaimion: Damn it, now my team's at a dis-advantage again.

Crag:We've always been at a disadvantage :|

MTDM: Sorry Nalyd that I pestered you... I actually forgot to add the xD. :(

Plat: Wait...is it final 9?

Mrdaimion: Yeah, Cards was eliminated for not having a story.

BB: It's very weird seeing I'm the only one that was deemed safe last week. But, Nalyd said he'd work on it, so I'll leave it at that. Nalyd, I apologize for not putting your feelings in front of my anxious ones.

Spenny: ya know there's something you should know so I'm gonna tell you so. don't sweat it, forget it, enjoy the show! Working all day--*pie'd* -_- XD

Webly: (CONF) I didn't pester Nalyd at all, so yeah people look up to me. XD

Mrdaimion: *breaking the fourth wall* I didn't pester him either!

BB: I may be looking at the nit-picky things again, but I'm looking at the elimination table. Shouldn't Ult's "OUT" elimination cell have a "D" next to it, also.... since that's what happened? xD

Challenge Four
Reddy: Your challenge is to write a scary story/Halloween story with some of the Total Drama characters, in honor of Halloween. Maybe a killer is loose, the kids go trick-or-treating, either a scary story or Halloween-based story. Do NOT us pointless violence and blood. This is due this Friday.

BB's Story
Setting
 * This story takes place after the Total Drama World Tour special. All aspects of Total Drama are still in tact.  The only difference between this story's and the real show is that Heather, Total Drama World Tour's winner, does, in fact, get her cash prize.  She uses a fraction of it for a "We Hate Chris" reunion party with all other Total Drama Contestants, excluding Blaineley, Ezekiel and Alejandro, due to my not wanting Blaineley in this story, the state of being feral, and robotic, respectively.

Contestants
 * Beth
 * Bridgette
 * Cody
 * Courtney
 * DJ
 * Duncan
 * Eva
 * Geoff
 * Gwen
 * Harold
 * Heather
 * Izzy
 * Justin
 * Katie
 * LeShawna
 * Lindsay
 * Noah
 * Owen
 * Sadie
 * Sierra
 * Trent
 * Tyler

Story Two beverage glasses are heard clinking together. Further observation revealed it to be Noah and Tyler toasting to the success of the first annual "We Hate Chris" party. Beth, Bridgette, Cody, Courtney, DJ, Duncan, Geoff, Gwen, Harold, Heather, Izzy, Justin, Katie & Sadie, LeShawna, Lindsay, Noah, Owen, Sadie, Sierra, Trent, and Tyler were all conversing, having a great time in a rather large stately manor, rented out by Heather, for the aforementioned occasion. After Total Drama World Tour ended, Heather decided to put away some of her winnings to rejoin her "enemies" in a party with a theme none of them could reject going to... mutual hatred towards Chris McLean, the person who had tortured the teens for so long with mindless challenges and false trust.

All the previous contestants were in the main room of Heather's manor, dancing, talking, socializing, listening to music, eating, and being merry with one another all because they came together for one purpose only.. to hate on Chris. "Great party, dudes! One of the best I've been to!" Geoff yelled out to everyone, while dancing with Bridgette, who only laughed. "You can say that again, bro!" Tyler chimed in, walking up to Geoff. Noah followed close behind. "Great par--" Geoff started, as Noah closed Geoff's mouth with his hand. He snidely commented, "Not literally, genius."

"Oh. My. Gosh. Sadie!  I'm having, like, a totally wonderful time here!!" Katie told her BFFFL, who were both sitting down, watching everyone dance. Sadie gasped, "You, too?! So am I!!  It's a totally wonderful splend-iferous time!!" Katie and Sadie eyed Justin, who was on a stage in front of the manor's main room with Trent, Cody, and Harold. The four of them were singing their musical renditions of Baby to entertain the masses. "Sooooooooooooooo hot!" both Katie and Sadie said to each other, simultaneously.

"My physics know-how ain't got a hope of explaining why your butt's so dope!" Harold rapped and sang on stage as Trent, Justin, and Cody backed him up. "He really thinks he's someone now," Gwen said, sitting down. A voice came from behind Gwen, "You wanna dance?" She began to turn around, "No, thanks, I--" She looked to see that, of course, it was the bold Duncan that asked her this, sitting in a seat next to her. Duncan winked at her. The goth sharply gasped, "Well.... Just this once." Courtney, sitting next to Duncan, peered her head from behind him. "What?! I just asked you to dance and you were all 'Dudeee, dancin' ain't my thing.'." she scolded him, badly imitating Duncan's voice. Courtney had her eyes closed when saying all of this. When she opened them, she observed that both Gwen and Duncan were out of her presence, dancing on the main room's floor. A few seconds afterwards, Gwen looked at Courtney, who was balling and shaking her fist at Gwen as a reply to her looking.

Later, Harold and The Drama Brothers began rapping up the song Baby. A few of the contestants clapped for them. As soon as the band finished, Sierra, the super fan, ran up on stage and hugged Cody. "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she squealed. Cody got out of her grasp by sliding out from under her hands, "Sierra! What are you doing?!" "Just what any other girlfriend and soon-to-be-wifey would do for her soulmate... cheering him on!" "Well... you can do that from the ground." Heather, then, came up on stage, grabbed the microphone Harold was using, and violently pushed Sierra and The Drama Brothers off-stage. At that point, everyone began gathering up and around the main room's stage.

"What's up, Total Dramaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!?" Heather screamed into the microphone. Complete and utter silence. Heather waited for a response, "I said, 'what's up, Total Dramaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?'!" Again, complete and utter silence was heard. "Get off the stage!" a muffled voice was heard within the crowd. "Ugh! Why do I even bother!?" Heather spoke into the microphone, "Anyway... the party's almost over. It's about midnight right now.  We're going to move on to the final part of the party... burning down the wooden Chris statue!!" After that was said, LeShawna and Owen came from the back into the main room, pulling the giant Chris statue on wheels towards the previous contestants. Laughing, Heather went on, "I kinda milked it with my moolah. Heh, whatever, it's mine... so I can do whatever I want with it.  I used some of it to hire a loser that could sculpt wood into replicas of people!  And, I got him to do Chris.  An--" "Blah, blah, blah, no one wants to hear your skinny-self talk!" LeShawna told her, rushing her. Heather interrupted her, "Anyway, let's just do this so we can go home... You all ready?" "No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o," a strange, shaky voice came from below the crowd. Heather sighed, "That's enough, LeDumb-a." LeShawna looked confused, "... That wasn't me." "Yeah, right. Anyway, everyone grab a match and let's light this thing!  Stupid jerk..." "I wouldn't do-o-o-o that if I were you-u-u-u-u-uuuu, bro-o-o-o-o," the voice chimed in again. Heather started getting mad, "LeShawna, I said 'that's--'" Heather was stopped by every light and all music-playing devices randomly shorted out and stopped. A scream was heard in the night, but after a couple seconds, it was immediately stopped.

The lights and music slowly faded back on. "You-u-u-u-u-u have been wa-a-a-a-a-rned," the voice creepily and quietly moaned. Beth began looking everywhere, sad, "Heather, what's going on!?  I'm scared!" "Obviously another LeShawna trick. It's getting old, isn't that right, LeBigButt?........ LeShawna?" Heather and the other contestants looked to see where LeShawna and Owen were previously standing and neither of them were there. Everyone gasped. "What if that was LeShawna that screamed!? What's going on!?" Sadie sadly squealed. Heather snootily raised her head high, "Hmph. I thought things randomly got skinner in here."

"Seriously, Heather. What's up and where's LeShawna!?" Bridgette accosted her. "Yeah, and Owen!" Beth followed behind. Heather replied, "For the hundredth time, how should I--" The lights went out again. "Ge-e-e-e-e-e-et o-o-o-o-o-o-o-out, du-u-u-u-ude!" the same voice rang in everyone's ears, as more and more screams were heard in the dark. "Heather, stop!" Gwen warned her. "Stop what!?" Heather screamed, as the shaky voice began laughing in the background. Heather continued, "I don't know what's going on, bu-- Oooof! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!" Heather was knocked down, screaming, and suddenly silenced.

Once again, the lights faded back on, and many gaps were seen in the group of past contestants. "Look! Heather's gone!" Geoff pointed up on the stage. "Yeah, and so's Izzy and DJ!" Duncan felt the ground where they were once standing. Sierra over-exaggerated, "Why must the quiet ones die first!?" Lindsay immediately gasped, "'Die!?' I want some dye!  I was thinking about getting my hair dyed brown this weekend, bu--"  Sierra immediately closed Lindsay's mouth. Cody looked around the room, "I don't see Eva, Katie... or Sadie anymore." Courtney began getting upset over everything that was going on. "UGH! Will this ever end!?  It's obvious it's Gwen behind all of this... whatever this is!" she yelled at Duncan, who was next to Gwen. "What?! No!  I would never go this low.  I still think it's Heather." "Uhh, hello?? Look around!  Do you see a Heather?  I don't see a Heather!  For all we know, she could be dead!" "Well, instead of blaming each other," Tyler pointed out, "why don't we try finding these guys?" Gwen sighed, "Did you guys not learn anything about going off on your own in situations like this? You know the random girl in the slasher movies that goes off alone and breaks her leg at some point?  You're all that girl!" Trent came up behind Gwen, "We can split up. Just make sure nobody's alone, ya know?" Confused about the entire situation, Harold just simply agreed with Trent. "I said 'ge-e-e-e-e-et ou-u-u-u-u-ut'!!" the voice came back again. "Oh, no," Bridgette uneasily said.

Thunder began clapping outside and lightning brightened up the room. The room went black again, with no one still knowing the reason why. Right after the lights went pitch black, Geoff and Tyler were heard screaming. "Geoff!!" Bridgette yelled after hearing her boyfriend. Much thumping was, then, heard after the screams of terror. The lights came back on again and, of course, Geoff and Tyler became victims. Bridgette looked around and began weeping a bit, "Geoff, nooooooo!" She fell to her knees as Lindsay began looking around. "Uhhh, guys? Where's... uhhh... what's his name again? Toddler?" Lindsay tried her best to say. Courtney smacked her head, "It's Tyler, and we don't--" Duncan stopped Courtney. "It's Lindsay. She probably won't get it.  Just stop while you're ahead," Duncan told her. When Courtney began to speak again, she looked over to see Lindsay was talking to a wall and realized Duncan was right.

At this point, only Beth, Bridgette, Cody, Courtney, Duncan, Gwen, Harold, Justin, Lindsay, Noah, Sierra, and Trent were left. After Geoff and Tyler "died", everyone began talking at once. Noah, stressfully holding his head, couldn't take it anymore. "Ahhhh! Enough!  You guys are accomplishing nothing just yelling random things!" he yelled at them all, "I'm outta here." Noah began walking off somewhere. Gwen shook her head, "Noah, if you know what's good for you, you'd stay here!" Gwen began getting a tad arrogant. Noah continued to walk, "Anywhere is a lot better than h-- Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Noah's walk led him right into a planned trap. Somehow, Noah triggered a sensor in the ground, and a small dropzone opened up which Noah walked in, plummeting. Right then, Lindsay and Harold grabbed each other as Noah's sarcastic, yet curdling scream echoed down the dropzone. The dropzone, then, closed back up to look like the regular floor.

"This is getting scary..." Harold said. Trent raised his hand, "I still propose we search this place and figure out what's going on. I'm so confused... and just standing here really isn't going to help us." Sierra thrusted Cody in her hands and winked, "Well, if we're in groups, I'm... with Cody." Cody immediately sighed. "The Drama Bros can go together. We're always together anyway," Justin added, stepping out of the quietness. Sierra cleared her throat, rather loud, trying to get Justin's attention. Justin sighed, "....... The Drama Brothers... and Sierra can go together." "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! I knew you'd say that!!" Sierra weirdly commented. "I'll go with Gwen," Duncan added, quietly. Gwen looked at him and simply blushed. Courtney scowled, "Figures... I'll go with Bridgette and... I guess Lindsiot and Beth can tag-along. Right, Lindsay? ......... Lindsay?  Beth?" Courtney turned around to see Lindsay wasn't talking to the walls anymore and was actually gone and that Beth was nowhere to be seen. "Lindsay? Beth?" Bridgette turned around also, only to see a blank, dry area of the room. "Well, we've lost another couple. We've got to get moving!" Gwen threw out.

Sierra and The Drama Brothers started off. "So, what do you think is going on?" Cody wondered out loud. Sierra followed closely behind him, breathing very hard. Cody turned around and began walking backwards, "Sierra, can you give me a little more elbow room?" Sierra went into Cody's intimate space and talked sultrily, "Oh... Sorry, Codykinz." She, then, proceeded back behind Cody. Harold replied to Cody, "Poltergeist. It's starting to get a little obvious, now.  Gosh, I wish it'd go away, though.  What do you think, Trent?" "Nooo! Nooooooooooooooooooo!!" Trent was yelling way behind The Drama Brothers. "Get away from my beautiful pecs!!" Justin shouted out at about the same location Trent was. Harold screamed, "Trent! Justin!" He then ran back for them. Sierra and Cody stayed where they were. "Alooooooooooone at last," Sierra winked at Cody. Right after this was said, Cody immediately ran after Harold. "Wait up, H-Bomb!" Cody yelled toward him. Sierra sighed lovingly and turned the opposite way, walking the original way she and The Drama Brothers were walking, "Cody is such a--" Sierra was stopped by a figure she immediately recognized. "What?! You've been behind all this!?" Sierra shrieked, right before the figure grabbed her and dragged her away.

Bridgette and Courtney were following close behind Gwen & Duncan. "Why are we follo--" Bridgette was about to say, but was stopped by Courtney. "Shhhh!" Courtney told her, "I want to know what they're about to do." Gwen and Duncan were continuing to walk in one direction, in front of Bridgette & Courtney. Unfortunately, Bridgette tripped over air, and fell down; Courtney proceeded to follow Gwen and Duncan. At that moment, a figure came immediately behind Bridgette and tapped her mouth with a napkin that had some type of liquid drug on it. Bridgette's muffled screaming proved ineffective, as the figure kept the cloth on Bridgette's mouth, causing her to pass out. It, then, dragged Bridgette the opposite way Gwen, Duncan, and Courtney were going.

"This is gettin' interesting," Duncan told her. Gwen laughed and replied, "...... Yeahhh." Courtney immediately groaned, but was very loud with it. Gwen and Duncan turned around to see the hidden Courtney had been been behind them for a while. "Courtney!? What are you doing!?" they both said at once. Courtney began twiddling her thumbs. "Well, you know, I--" she was interrupted by Cody and Harold, coming in out of nowhere to bump into Duncan, Gwen, and Courtney. "Cody! Harold!" what sounded like Gwen said. Cody was flailing his limbs everywhere, "This... thing took Trent and Justin!" "Is Sierra with you guys?" Harold wondered. Everyone's eyes, at that point, grew huge, as they all shook their heads. "Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa! I'm not a thi-i-i-i-i-ing, du-u-u-u-ude!!" the shaky voice muttered. "You're taking all of our friends! And, if you're not a thing, then what are you?!" Cody wondered. "Only the be-e-e-e-est. Thing. E-e-e-e-ver!" it replied. Immediately, the voice began cackling evilly, forcing the lights to go out again. "Not again!" Gwen said in the dark. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!! Heeeeeeeeeeeeelp!" Cody's voice was heard. "Ohhhhh, no you don't!" Harold muttered. Right after, a lot of thumping noises and thuds were heard; a few blows were landed, however, nobody could see who did what due to the darkness. "Owww!! That's me!" Duncan yelled at someone who actually punched him. Harold tried to throw his voice to sound like Courtney, "Ooooh! I, Courtney, am sorry for punching you!  And I--" Harold immediately stopped talking. "I'm destroying that nerd when the lights come back--" Duncan was stopped by the lights coming back on, "--on?" Gwen, Courtney, and Duncan began looking around. "Hey, Cody's gone! I mean....... uhhh....... Cody's gone," Gwen said, throwing her voice into an uncaring accent. "Yeah, so's that nerd... Whatever he's doing, he's lucky. What I woulda done woulda been far worse," Duncan mutttered, cracking his knuckles.

Courtney smacked her head, "'Doing'? Get it through your head!  Whatever this thing is, it's killing our friends!!" "......... You have friends?" Gwen asked, after waiting a few seconds. Courtney immediately backhanded Gwen, "Hey! Mr. Killer Guy! Get her next!" Courtney began pointing to Gwen. "The toll you have taken... is far lesser than the toll you will be taking!" the figure screamed at the remaining three characters. It, then, appeared in the form of a ghost in front of the three. Courtney screamed, then squinted her eyes, "......... Chris!?" "No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o one must know about this!" the 'Chris-ghost' said, walking towards them, pulling out a bloody knife. "Nobody!!!" the ghost said, as the lights went out for the final time, causing everyone to scream. The screams then, die down and fade out along with the light of the room... The End...

Crag's Story
Main Characters

Ezekiel

Katie

Noah

Story:

Three months ago, three ex-contestants staying at Playa Des Losers tried to get back to the competition through the woods. They have not been seen since, all they left was a video camera. Here is it's footage...

Two males are seen, “Noah, when will we get there, eh?” A Canadian voice asked.

The other boy rolled his eyes, “Are you in a rush to get voted off again?” The darn complexioned boy retaliated.

“You two need to calm down, imagine what would happen if we won!” A feminine voice from the camera said.

“Katie, why are you taping this?” The boy, Noah, asked.

“To show to Sadie when we get back!” She squealed.

The three where walking in a dark forest, they weren't sure where they should go but they all had a reason to be there. The males felt cheated out of the competition and planned this endeavour since Noah first arrived. They originally wanted Eva to help but she was told by a source that she was already going to return, so she decided to stay in paradise, so when Katie arrived Eva threatened the two young men to take her. Katie was crying about her separation from her best friend, Sadie, and Eva didn't want to listen to that.

Wondering through the woods.. Ezekiel, the male with the Canadian voice tripped. He tumbled down the hill but thankfully a tree stopped his descend, but his legs were on either side of the tree. He screamed out in pain, “Hold this Noah!” Katie handed the camera to Noah who took it reluctantly while he pointed it at the ground so the next few actions where unseen.

“Ouch! Stupid tree eh, if my moose was here you'd be in for it!” Ezekiel threatened while walking in an awkward stance to avoid further injury after Katie helped him.

Katie took the camera back from Noah and told Ezekiel, “The least you could have done is thank me.”

Ezekiel immediately burst out laughing, “Good one, eh! Everyone knows girls aren't nearly as good as guys, Noah was just a bit one ya know!”

Katie glared at home-school.

“How about we do this is the competition?” Noah said dryly.

CRACK! The teens huddled. They saw a shadow in the woods, and it was coming towards them! The three ran but the camera's view suddenly dropped. Katie had tripped!

Then there was static. The signal came back roughly five minutes later, “What- What was that?” Katie asked as snot fell from her nose.

“Let's set up camp and wait till morning eh!” Ezekiel suggested, “I'll go get some firewood! Noah, your in charge.” Noah rolled his eyes.

Katie and Noah set up camp, although after three hours there was no sign of Ezekiel. “You think we should look for him?” Katie suggested.

“Sure, let's go on in the middle of the night while there's a weird thing on the loose,” Noah replied with sarcasm.

The camera looked down, “You're right.” Katie and Noah entered their respective tents and entered the land of sleep.

But Ezekiel couldn't have such a luxury, he was chained to a wall in the basement of a house. He went to see if they could help but the man inside the tiny house in the middle of the woods hit Ezekiel with a pan. “What's going on!”

“I could kill you now or make you suffer!” A masculine voice from shadows claimed. The shadow was tall and looked well built.

Ezekiel gulped as he discovered his fate, “Kill me quickly eh!”

“If you insist!” The man pulled out a butcher's knife and drove it into the soft flesh of the stomach before jolting the knife upwards. Ezekiel was dead.

In the morning, Noah awoke to see Katie by the ashes of the fire they had neglected to put on. “I never thought I'd say it but, I think we're actually in trouble!”

“I have to agree, but we have to get out of here! Screw Ezekiel! He'd leave you, survival of the fittest!” Noah said, he tried to sound brave but his fear didn't allow this.

“I-I..” Katie looked around at her surroundings, “Okay, but we have to remember Ezekiel! I mean have been a sexist jerk, but.. You never want to harm another human being.” Katie frowns as she and Noah packed the supplies, sullen from their previous night's events. They knew Ezekiel was dead. But neither were comfortable to address the issue, so they walked in silence which Katie actually enjoyed as with her camera she was able to get a few very nice nature shots, “Isn't nature beautiful?” Katie sighed.

“Can we just keep walking?” Noah asked, but he immediately looked in Katie's eyes and saw he offended Katie, “I mean, yeah, it is.” Noah knew a high morale would be easy to work with.

The two teens kept walking until they saw a house in a clearing. It was a small cottage that looked run-down, but both ran towards it with hopes of security.

“We're saved, Noah!” Katie exclaimed and went over to Noah and the camera just saw Katie kiss Noah.

Noah's face went a deep shade of maroon, and both nervously laughed. Noah went and knocked on the door. He and Katie heard the creaking of floorboards. But they abruptly stopped.

Noah opened the door slowly, while Katie squeaked, “Hello? Is there anyone here? We cant find our friend and we ourselves are lost.”

There was no reply. The two slowly moved around the cottage were it seemed fine,and agreed that everywhere they checked was okay. They had checked everywhere but the basement. Noah lead while Katie turned on night-vision on the recorder as there was no visible light switch, but when they reached the bottom of the stairs, Noah found a switch. He flicked it upwards and regretted it immediately regretted it. He saw Ezekiel's corpse on the wall. The two knew they were in danger but as they went to retreat up the stairs, a figure is seen.

“You two are mine now!” The figure walks down the stairs. Grabs the camera out off Katie's hands and it slides into the corner.

“Chef.. You killed us!” Noah gasped in his final moments.

The camera had a position were the murders were seen... But Chef wasn't seen again. And never again were these teens able too enjoy freedom but- Ezekiel, Noah and Katie walked into the room.

“Are you showing this amazingly bad movie we shot, Tyler?” Noah asked.

The narrator turned and was revealed to be Chef. He pulled out the knife.

The nightmare was only just beginning...

The End  Beinning?

Mrdaimion's Story
“Yes!” I cheered when I woke up one morning. Today was Halloween! And I knew what that meant; I got to trick everyone in the neighborhood.

“Duncan Miller,” I heard my dad call. “Get down here for breakfast this instant!”

“And if I don’t?” I replied, getting ready for school.

“Then I’ll call your patrol officer and tell him you were attacking me.: He called back, dead serious. I leapt downstairs, not wanting to go back to prison. “What do you know, there’s one language you understand. The language of punishment.”

I gritted my teeth.

“Yes,” I said. “You’re right once again, like you f***ing always are. Because you know, why show your son love when you can threaten to send him to jail repeatedly.”

My dad stood up. “Hey! I provide you with a house, food, and everything you need to live, so don’t go complaining about me treating you badly.”

“Hey, I’d rather be dying and loved then living and hated!” I yelled back. “In fact, I’ll leave right now.” I ran out the door without looking back, blinded by rage.

Now, it’s five hours later, and I’m lost and hungry.

“Why did I do it?” I groaned. “Now I have no good way to survive.” I grumbled some more, then walked away to an evacuated warehouse. I decided to stay there for the night, then get myself arrested since even prison was better then dying. I decided to go to sleep, so I laid down and slept.

I woke up, and was strapped to a chair. I looked around, and saw a tape recorder on the ground. I tried to play it, but I found that I couldn’t reach it because I was strapped to the chair.

“Stupid chair…” I muttered, and pulled out a lip piercing. I threw it at the play button on the tape recorder.

“Hello Duncan.” The tape recorder ‘said’. “You threw away your life getting arrested countless times, and not learning a thing from it. Now, you will realize how valuable your life is. Around this time you should notice the metal saw coming down at you.” I looked around, and sure as hell, found it.

“How did I not notice that earlier…” I wondered, and the tape recorder kept ‘speaking’.

“Now, you have to rip of your hands in order to escape from the chair, and get away from the saw. How much blood will you shed just to stay alive?”

“He obviously knows nothing about me…” I muttered, and ripped off the straps and got up. I was about to walk out the door, when I looked out the peephole first. I saw a gun pointed straight at the door, and it looked like if I even opened the door the shotgun would fire and kill me. “F***” I muttered, and I started looking around for another way out.

I saw only one other door way, and to get to it I’d have to crawl through a bunch of needles. I gulped, then crawled through the needles as quickly as possible, then went out that door. I was surprised at what awaited me at the next room.

“Welcome.” A man in a mask said.

“Who the hell are you?” I answered back, angry.

“I’m Jigsaw, and since you managed to survive my traps, I want you to be my next apprentice.”

“No way.” I answered back, and headed for the exit.

“That’s too bad then.” He called back, and I opened the door. I saw a shotgun, and some smoke, then I saw a final bullet before I saw no more.

(Sorry for this one being bad, I had a much better version but my brother X'd out of it before I could save.)

MTDM's Story
Characters
 * Cody Emmett Jameson Anderson
 * Duncan
 * Harold Norbert Cheever Doris McGrady V
 * Sierra

Story: A Night of Fright

(MTDM: All TD contestants know eachother; the relationships/friendships/conflicts/personalities all remain the same, due to this being a day while TDRealoded takes place, so the TDI contestants, Al, and Sierra, are enjoying the non-season ways. And I've watched TDWT up until Sierra's elimination, so...)

Harold Norbert Cheever Doris McGrady V had just woken up from his bed. "Oh, boy!" Harold looked at his calendar, "Today's Halloween!" Harold immediatley changed into his regular clothing, and went downstairs for breakfast.

"Hello, Harold, dear," Harold's mother said. "What would you like for breakfast?"

"Mom, today's Halloween!" Harold yelled.

"...That is correct. Which is why I am letting you decide your breakfast," Harold's mother said.

"Surprise me," Harold smiled joyfully.

As Cody Emmett James Anderson changed into his regular clothing, and went for breakfast, he has seen Sierra in his kitchen. "Ahhhh!!" Cody said.

"Hi, Cody," Sierra chuckled. "I love that scream you do everyday. Now, since we're married, and today's Halloween, I made you breakfast."

"Wow, Sierra," Cody said, starting to space out.

"Cody? ...Cody?" Sierra waved her hand in front of Cody's eyes.

"...Oh, right," Cody said. "What'd you make me!?" Cody licked his lips in joy, while grabbing a spoon and fork, with a napkin randomly in his shirt. "Where'd this come from?" he pointed at the napkin, shrugged, and took it off.

"Pumpkin-chip pancakes," Sierra served Cody his breakfast. "Your favorite."

"Hey..., thanks!" Cody said in delight. "Wait...where are my parents? They were here yesterday."

"Hehe, a business trip," Sierra said, as a flashback of her dressed up as a business man, giving Cody's parents two tickets to Anarctica by plane, was shown.

"Okay...," Cody said.

Duncan had been sleeping in his bedroom.

His alarm clock busrted out, "Time to wa-."

It was cut off, due to Duncan throwing a knife at it. "I hate that stupid alarm!" he yelled.

He changed into his clothing, and thought, ''Tonight. Halloween. The night of fright. I get to pull pranks on little kids. Muahaha!''

"Man, what should I dress up as?" Harold asked his mother, as his father came in.

"Oh..., you're fine," Harold's father said. "You scare me all the time."

"Hey, thanks," Harold said sarcastically.

"It'll be the perfect costume," Harold's father smirked, as Harold stormed off, leaving his breakast behind.

"Honey, wait, your breakfast!" Harold's mother yelled.

Duncan was in his house, eating his breakfast: Lucky Skulls Cereal.

He started the think, ''The best costume... Hmph... I have the perfect idea on what to do, but I need a costume...''

"Duncan, my boy, dress up as Frankenstein like your pop, got it!?" Duncan's father said, holding a butter-knife.

Perfect, Duncan thought. "Sure, I guess." Duncan folded his arms.

"What to dress as...," Cody said, being a bit suspicious about his parents.

"How about Gwen? She scares me a lot," Sierra said.

"Nah, Gwen's hot," Cody said.

Sierra glared at Cody.

"What?" he asked.

"Right in front of your own wife," Sierra started to cry. "You call...Gwen...hot?"

"What?" Cody asked, yet again. "I like her."

Sierra was still crying, "Right in front of your own wife..."

"What do you mean by 'wi-," Cody said, going into flashback mode.

Oh, yeah, Cody thought. She thinks we're married.

"Be... Gwen...," Sierra said, storming off.

12:00 A.M. ; November 1

"Haha, gotcha!" Duncan, dressed as Frankenstein, said, as Cody made an accident.

"What's your problem, Duncan?" Harold, dressed as nothing, asked.

"Seriously!" Cody, dressed as Lady BlaBla, said.

"No problem, today's Halloween," Duncan said.

"No, a few minutes ago was Halloween," Harold said.

"So?" Duncan said, laughing, going back to his house.

The flashback cloud appeared around the screen. It was 8:00 P.M.

"The joy of Halloween," Harold said, back at his house.

"The joy of dressing up as Lady BlaBla," Cody said.

"The joy of scaring people," Duncan said.

"The depression of Cody calling Gwen hot," Sierra cried, back at Cody's house.

Duncan, dressed as Frankenstein, was shown stealing (or in his words: borrowing without asking) his father's car keys.

He went to the driveway, then the car, and started it up.

He was driving to Cody's house. As he got there, he slipped a note under Cody's door, and ran back to his father's car.

"Where are my keys?" Duncan's father said at his house.

He went to Harold's house, and did the same.

This will be the best Halloween ever, Duncan thought.

An hour later, Harold and Cody each found their letter. They begand reading it:


 * To whom it may concern,
 * ''Hey, I'm throwing a Halloween party. Want to come? Bring food, costumes, food..., or anything else you think is important for Halloween!
 * ''It'll be at 11:30, up until 12! Be there! It'll be held at 123 Peanut Brittle St.
 * Sincerley,
 * Anonymous

"Oh boy, a Halloween party!" both Harold & Cody yelled.

21/2 hours later, both Cody and Harold went to the room. Nobody was in there. It was a complete silence.

"Hello?" Harold said.

"Harold?" Cody asked.

"Cody?" Harold asked.

As they found eachother, they said in unision, "You threw a Halloween party? No. Really? Why are we saying the same things? Ugh!"

Twenty-five minutes later, the teens were hearing numerous voices. "Take me to your leader."

"What was that?" Harold asked.

"Braaaaains," the voice said.

"It sound like...," Cody said, as a Frankenstein costume walked by. "...Frankenstein!"

"Braaaaaains," the Frankenstein costume said.

"Aaaaaah!!!!" Harold yelled, as the costume took off his mask, and revealed he was Duncan.

"Haha, gotcha!" Duncan said, as Cody made an accident.

"What's your problem, Duncan?" Harold, asked.

"Seriously!" Cody said.

"No problem, today's Halloween," Duncan said.

"No, a few minutes ago was Halloween," Harold said.

"So?" Duncan said, laughing, going back to his house.

The End...?

Plat's Story
Author's Note: This story takes place after the events of Total Drama Action but before Celebrity Manhunt's Total Drama Action Reunion Special

"My worst nightmare has come true!"

Harold was in major shock this Halloween. He had told his parents to get him a costume to go out with his friends. However, his parents had forgotten to buy it for him.

"What am I going to do?" wondered Harold. "I can't go out without my Merlin costume! I wonder how I can get one soon..."

He had just finished a reality show called Total Drama Action and had met a few people there. Some he liked, while others he despised during the show.

"But the only one who lives near me is...him..." he said while lowering his voice in fear.

He had a rough experience on Total Drama Action with a bully named Duncan. Harold knew that every Halloween, Duncan would play a huge prank on one of the local "nerds" that he lived by. Harold had a huge dilemna. He either had to confront Duncan at his house, or possibly admit to his friends that he has not obtained a costume.

"Why am I faced with such a dilemna?" wondered Harold, as he pondered in his room.

Duncan was ecstatic this Halloween. He had one of the most devious pranks that anyone could pull ready for some unsuspecting nerd to run into.

"Let's see, we've got the ketchup, the fake hand, and the electric candy," said Duncan, while trying to remember what he was missing. "What did I forget?"

He gazed around his room trying to find his missing ingredient. He knew that his friend Gwen was going to arrive soon to help him pull the prank.

"Oh, that's right," said Duncan with an evil smile. He got out his fake chainsaw and was ready to scare someone. At that moment, the doorbell rung.

Ding-dong!

"I'm coming!" yelled Duncan, as he ran down the stairs.

He opened the door and saw Gwen in a Frankenstein outfit standing on the porch.

"Well, hello Flakystein," said Duncan, obviously trying to pull a bad joke.

"So, what do you need me for again?" asked Gwen, while smiling.

"You know, the usual Halloween," claimed Duncan. "We're going to pull a prank on one of the local losers."

"That sounds like fun," said Gwen, not being clear if she was sarcastic or not. "What'cha got there?"

"Oh, nothing," claimed Duncan as he looked out the window.

He took out his binoculars and stared into the distance. He could not believe his eyes when he saw what would be perfect for this prank.

"Gwen, look who we've got here..."

Harold was walking down the street trying to remember where Duncan's address was. He remember Duncan blurting it out to Courtney after Total Drama Action but knew his brain wasn't functioning well when he couldn't remember it.

"Was it 213 Maple Street, or was it..." Harold stopped in his tracks.

He saw a house that had spooky, almost gothic, Halloween decorations. He wiped his glasses clean to see if his vision was clear, but it seemed to be more spooky than a haunted house.

"Well, here goes nothing," Harold gulped as he approached the house.

With every step, he heard voices come from the bushes.

"Harold..." whispered a voice coming from a nearby tree.

Harold heard this and started to run away until he noticed no one was there. He realized that this was Duncan's house because his name was spoken.

"No, I'm not having fear do me in this time!" yelled Harold as he slowly approached the spooky house.

He heard laughter as he slowly approached the front door...

"Well, I need a costume, and even if I have to get wedgied..." Harold whispered to himself.

Harold walked to the front porch, and slowly touched the button to activate the doorbell.

Ding dong!

LeShawna looked at the sheet of paper in her hand.

"Is this my sugar baby's house?" she asked while on the other end of town.

LeShawna was visiting the town Harold lived in and wanted to give him a surprise visit before she went back to her house.

"Is anyone there?" yelled LeShawna as she approached Harold's house.

Harold's mom opened the door and spoke to LeShawna. "Who are you looking for?"

"Oh, I was just wondering if my su....Harold was home. Do you know where he could've gone?" answered LeShawna.

"Well, last time I saw him, he ran out of the house screaming about getting a wizard costume for Halloween or something." answered his mom. "He also said something about getting new underwear ready for when he gets home just in case he gets bulli...oh, he probably doesn't want me to tell you that."

"Hmm...new underwear," wondered LeShawna as she looked at her paper with the addresses at all of her fellow Total Drama castmates.

She looked at all the addresses and looked at all the cast members to match up with them. She then realized where Harold went and ran down the street.

I'm coming, Harold!

-

Harold saw the door opening and heard a voice from inside.

"Come on in Harold..."

Harold walked in the door as he heard someone running down the street. He was about to turn around, but a mysterioius force pulled Harold inside and the door locked.

"Gosh!" yelled Harold fell to the floor. "Duncan, stop pulling my leg!"

He then saw a chainsaw that was coming towards him. He tried to run away, but the chainsaw was coming closer. He felt an electric shock on his wrist. Then, the unspokable happened. He felt liquid on his hand, and knew this was no joke.

His hand has been cut off...

"Ow!" yelled Harold, screaming in pain. He could not believe that Duncan would do such a thing.

The lights flickered on, and Harold saw his hand on the floor, with blood spurting all over the place. He started to run out of the house crying.

"Duncan!" yelled Gwen. "I thought it was a prank!"

"It is," said Duncan, with an evil smile. "You'll see..."

Harold was running back to the house and ran into LeShawna.

"LeShawna? Is that you?" asked Harold, as his eyes widened.

"What happened to your hand?" asked LeShawna before even greeting him. "Was it that evil punk Duncan?"

"Well, not exactly..." answered Harold. "Fine, it was," Harold admitted. "But for some reason, it doesn't hurt that much."

"I'll hurt him anyways for bullying you!" yelled LeShawna.

Harold then tried to clean up his blood and saw that the blood was not as moist as he expected it to be. In fact, it looked like something someone would use in a prank...

"It's ketchup!" yelled Harold, as he licked it. "It was all just a Halloween prank!"

LeShawna had already started to go to Duncan's house to get revenge. Harold ran to try to stop her. He arrived and saw the horror. LeShawna had actually cut off Duncan's hand.

"And that's what you get for messing with my Harold!" she said as Duncan was on the floor crying in pain.

"Uh, LeShawna..." Harold said. "The blood was ketchup. My hand was just fine"

"LeShawna realized her mistake and was about to run back to her hotel where she was staying at to hide from the police until Duncan stopped her.

"I don't really mind," said Duncan. "Bound to happen eventually. Also, I get to have a real hook hand to scare Courtney now!"

Harold, LeShawna, and Gwen were dumbfounded and slowly pretended to laugh with him as they all wondered what he was really thinking. However, Duncan pulled out his real hand from under his shirt.

"Gotcha!" yelled Duncan, as Harold, Gwen, and LeShawna all ran away.

Happy Halloween!

Poppy's Story
<p style="text-align:center"> One Night

''One night to release it. One night to let it out. One night...''

Courtney was waking up from a deep sleep on October 31st. The worst day of her life. It wasn't a bad experience that caused this hate of the holiday. It was that she had no experience. For some reason, whenever halloween comes around, she does not remember any of it. She nodded off to sleep again.

<p style="text-align:center">___

"Come on Cody, you can do it!" A teenage boy said, all the way on the other side of town. He was standing in front of a haunted house on Mayford Street.

"No way." Cody, the star from Total Drama said, with a petrified look on his face.

"It's just a haunted house." Cody's friend reasoned.

"No way. This is the scariest house ever! It's even scarier than," Cody proceeded to shudder, "Sierra!"

"That psycho girl? Yeah, nothing can be scarier than that." The friend said.

"Sure, Chase. You weren't there! Why can't you go?" Cody questioned.

"Because I wasn't dared, that's why! Now just go!" Chase shouted, pushing a very terified Cody onto the spooky property. The graveyard gave off an eerie precsence, and the wind sent daggers through his body.

"I'm going in!" Cody cried.

"Great." Chase said, rolling his eyes.

Cody walked up the grim, broken path to the overwhelming door. He pushed it open and went in.

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Courtney was dreaming. She dreamed her body was being taken away by someone. She was rising... rising... rising...

She woke up. "Where am I?" she wondered aloud. For she was not in her bedroom. She was alone, in a house that gave her a very cold feeling. She stood up, and started to explore. She was around the living room of the house when she heard something. Who's there?" She exclaimed. She heard a scream answer her and took off running.

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Cody was running through the house. He had entered the house, and gotten to the living room when he heard a noise. He screamed and took off running. A paranormal being is behind this, he thought. Cody loved Halloween, mainly because he got free candy from random strangers. He did not like all of the haunted houses and ghosts of it, though. He easily gets scared, and whenever he even thinks he hears something, he darts into the nearest closet. Unfortuntely for him, it appeared there were no closets in this dastardly house. He continued walking, unsure of what to do.

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Courtney was still stumbling through the house when she came across the kitchen. Maybe I'll rest here, she thought. She was about to sit in a chair when she tripped and fell on the table. She got up, and realized something. She had actually fallen through the table. She screamed in uttermost horror. She was a ghost!

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Cody heard the scream. It's just your mind playing with you, Cody, he thought. He looked at his watch. It was only twenty minutes sience he had entered the house, but It felt like hours. It was nine now. One more hour before the stupid bet would be over. He still walked now, but more wary than before.

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Courtney staggered. She couldn't be a ghost! Ghosts were only in movies, not real life! She wondered why she wasn't falling through the floor. She looked down for the first time and noticed she was floating. This is just a dream, she told herself. She started walking, and that's when she ran through Cody.

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Cody knew there was a ghost when Courtney passed through him. Somehow, he just knew. He didn't know how, or why, but a ghost had passed right through him. He ran out, screaming like a utterly terrified girl.

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Courtney was as surprised as Cody, except the screaming part. She felt like she was rising again. She fell to the floor, and this timed passed through.

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Courtney's mom went into her daughter's bedroom.She saw her little girl sleeping soundly. She smiled sadly, knowing that her daughter could never know the spirit locked inside her. For halloween was the only night, the only chance for Courtney Jr. to release her paranormal being dwelling inside her. For that was what Courtney didn't know. She was the younger sister of her sibling who had died somehow at the house on Mayford street.

"One night." She wispered, kissing Courtney on the forehead.

Spenny's Story
Nightmares Galore -- A TDI Halloween Story

This is a story about the one time of the year where spirits come alive. The entities who have been deceased for hundreds of years rise and scream in ecstasy at this supernatural time of the year. They rise from their graves and fly around the neighborhoods, reliving the thrills they experienced so long ago. This wonderful holiday, known as Halloween, was their lives, quite literally. And it had been transformed into a cutesy ritual to eat candy and look slutty by the new generation of Halloween victims.

Someone would have to bring the old spirit of Halloween back, but who? Who wasn't consumed by false pumpkins filled with Snickers and Kit-Kats? Who wasn't sold by the prospect of wearing a flattering bumblebee costume and watching the boys stare? Who didn't view the watching of cheap horror movies to steal smooches from a significant other as what Halloween is all about?

Only one person stood out from the crowd.

His name was Trent Cook. He was different from his peers on Halloween night. He had no costume, and his candy bag was empty. He was not at home with his girlfriend watching Earnest Scared Stupid. Instead, he was at the local graveyard, with tears in his eyes and a single rose in his hand. Trant laid the rose with the others, at a tombstone that read:

Daniel Simon Cook: 1997-2005

The rose, the sixth one placed here by Trent, grew damp with tears in the memory of Trent's little brother, Daniel.

"Happy Halloween, little bro," said Trent, with a bittersweet tone that leaned toward the bitter end of things. His tears watered the ground beneath him. Trent kneeled at the grave of his brother, lost in thought. Ten minutes later, Trent got up and began to head home.

Of course, the playful spirits of Halloween couldn't end it at that. Though they couldn't manifest, they knew they had to get their message across somehow. As Trent got into his red car and drove off, he heard a weird noise on the back of his head, almost supernatural. On his way home, Trent drove past a party building. The rock music was noticeable from a hundred feet away, and the lights were in no way subtle. On any other night, Trent would have dismissed this, but something eerie hit him as he was driving past it. He had no choice but to park outside it.

Daniel loved parties.

It was almost as if he could hear his eight year old brother beside him, saying something along the lines of, "come on big bro, let's party!" Trent knew he couldn't hear such things, and that it was only a trick of the mind, but he also knew that the voice he was hearing was probably himself, telling himself to relax and party a little.

Trent opened the door and walked inside, but the subconscious instinct that would allow Trent's hand to close the door behind him wasn't there. Nobody noticed, nobody cared. Trent scanned the loud room. He saw a hundred pairs of flattering legs, among other things. He rolled his eyes at the Halloween "tradition". Trent scanned the room further, and found Gwen, in a spooky-looking spider witch costume, complete with a floor-length dress. Trent walked over to his beloved Gwen and gave her a big hug.

"Hey beautiful," said Trent lovingly.

"Hey," said Gwen, "I see you decided to come."

"Yeah," he sighed, "Daniel loved parties like this."

Out of nowhere, the happy couple heard an ear-incinerating shriek from the middle of the croud. Lindsay, in a very flattering bunny costume, pointed at the open door and let another one loose. Lindsay's screaming wasn't completely without reason; thousands of spiders, each one with glowing red eyes, ran into the party room. The spiders quickly went to work, covering every wall and floor tile, destroying lights and other electronics, and pummeling tables. The girls' bare legs were covered in them, as were the guys. The only ones that were spider-free were the spider witch herself, and her boyfriend Trent.

Running, screaming, and otherwise panicking, the party guests ran like heck out of the party house. The spiders followed, leaving nothing but an empty house and one couple behind. The spirits of Halloween had done their job.

"That was random." Gwen smirked at Trent. Trent laced his hand through hers.

"Want to go for a walk in the forest?"

"You mean, the dark, creepy one that's the stuff of nightmares?"

"That's the one."

"I'd love to."

Gwen and Trent walked out of the house together, and into the dark forest. Though there was nobody else around, Trent could have sworn he heard the laughter of a familiar eight-year-old, coming from the direction of the graveyard...

Author Notes:


 * The "supernatural noise" Trent hears is real. I went into a supposedly "haunted house" and was tortured by this eerie sound, and at times I hear it at home. There's no explanation, but my dad says it's supernatural. I wish I could describe it better.

Webly's Story
Halloween: The Happening! Note: This story is not based on the movie and does not contain any violence. Another note this was a lost episode of Total Drama Island and on the final note, if this scares you too much you may need medical attention and probably psychiatric help. I think we’re good now, enjoy!

(The main characters are the final 10 of Total Drama Island. The characters with the most part are Izzy, Bridgette, Sierra, and Eva.)

The Total Drama Island campers were down to the final 10. This was right before “Hide and Be Sneaky” but it wasn’t exactly right because the campers needed to time to rethink what disturbing things had happened but it all started out as a little walk in the woods.

Bridgette and Izzy were walking in the woods to gather some fruit and suddenly they heard some leaves cracking instantly that were not coming from themselves. They both followed the sound to find an unfamiliar face to them, but to us it was more than that.

“Well, well we meet again!” Sierra says to Bridgette and Izzy.

Bridgette shivered but asked a bold question anyways, “Excuse me but I’ve never seen you ever before.”

“Hm…” Sierra starts. “I see I’m a better hider than I thought it was. Anyways, I’ll let you on a little secret, Bridgette Juliet Grammar.

“Wow, you knew Bridgette’s name, guess mine next!” Izzy bellowed enthusiastically not knowing that a great misfortunate thing had just occurred.

“I think we should go,” Bridgette states while running away.

Sierra looked at Bridgette in panic. She hollered, “Your next!”

Izzy followed Bridgette’s path to find her way back but did say one last word to Sierra, “Crap.”

Poor Bridgette, the innocent soul could not discover what Sierra meant when she said she was next. Only Sierra and a few other unfortunate familiars knew what Bridgette’s fate would be. The only thing that puzzled the other familiars was that Bridgette was next.

LeShawna greeted Bridgette on her way back. Bridgette didn’t tell LeShawna what happened but when Izzy came she spilled the ill-fated news.

“Attention, people, attention! Bridgette and I walked into the woods to gather fruit and then we were attacked by a crazy zombie who told Bridgette she was next.” Izzy exclaimed deeply. “And then in the middle of it, I had to go to the bathroom so don’t walk really far in the woods. Anyways, what’s happening with you?”

Gwen ran up to Bridgette’s side and questioned, “Are you okay? Is Izzy lying?”

“I’m fine alright! And, this is what really happened. I went into the woods to gather fruit as Izzy explained but then this psychotic phenomenon occurred to me. I was hearing strange footsteps and then we followed them to find a crazy girl who said I was going to be next. I abandoned Izzy and ran away just in case anything bad happened.” Bridgette says intensely.

“I can’t lose another friend in my life,” Gwen admits.

“Wait, you know what the crazy chick meant?” Duncan inquires Gwen.

“No, but if I did and if I think I do, Izzy knows what the psycho girl meant.”

Izzy glares at the ground and doesn’t talk for a minute. After the silenced minute, she answered, “I do know. Don’t remind me of that place. I barely escaped alive; I don’t know how Eva really got out either now that I think of it.”

“Talk less extreme for a second,” Geoff responds hesitant. “Just please tell me what happened. Bridgette is my girlfriend, I have a right to know and so does she.”

Izzy hesitates for a moment. She finally replies, “When someone is eliminated…you go to this place called the Playa De Losers. After one week there, people go a little psycho since it’s all perfect but the thing is it’s in what we eat. I didn’t eat anything there because the beavers usually provide me some food. Anyways, as the peeps ate more and more they got more calm and relaxed, but a little crazy at the same time. Sierra meant Bridgette was the next to go meaning she’ll also be the next one to go insane after Trent.”

Bridgette tried to put this in but was having a hard time. “I think I have to take a rest guys,” She lied in her bed disappointed and worried at the same time. How could she deal with the craziness there? She knew to eat the food and she was a vegetarian so she wouldn’t each much anyways but still how will she make it without falling through with the others? Then she got her plan. Eva escaped once from there so Eva must’ve known what was going on. She had to team up with one of her biggest enemies to get out of there before it was too late. Bridgette then fell asleep.

“Ah…is that you Eva?” Bridgette asks in her dream.

Eva is roaming around like a zombie along with a few familiar faces such as Courtney, Cody, and Sadie. Eva walked over to Bridgette and muttered something,

“I was happily sucked in to this little “disease.” It’s not that bad as you will soon have it yourself. Izzy was too foolish to tell you everything but it may be because she didn’t want you guys to get suspicious of her. You’ll wake up in a moment but you need to remember that this is real. And also, Izzy secretly has this disease and plans to give it to everyone making soup for them tomorrow. You won’t be able to escape as we have escaped at the moment and will be crowded around those doors so beware!”

Bridgette woke up screaming as loud as she could. She realized it was already morning and ran to mess hall to see what was happening. Was she late? Did everyone leave and start trying to spread it around? She stared at the clock above her head and realized it was too early in the morning for anyone to be up not even the always strange Chef.

She then heard a noise coming from the kitchen. She then ran out and tried to devise a plan. If Izzy was under this so called “disease” maybe there is a way where the disease could be deactivated or where I could make Izzy think she was deactivated. It was the only shot Bridgette had and she was willing to take it.

2 hours later it was time for to put her plan into operation. She already her sounds in the mess hall and when she went in…she was in for a big surprise.

“Ah,” Chris screamed immediately as Bridgette popped in.

Bridgette yelled as loud as she could and didn’t find herself walking in to the mess hall but what looked like an aftermath room.

“What’s going on? Has Izzy turned you crazy yet? Am I hallucinating?” Bridgette questions. She could’ve gone on with more and more but paused knowing that it wouldn’t help to what she thought she was going to become.

Izzy, Sierra, Gwen, LeShawna, Geoff and Duncan walked up to her also looking a little stunned.

“We were shocked when we came here too!” Duncan explained. “No one informed us we were being videotaped and now we were pranked on national TV!”

Bridgette looks relieved and doesn’t seem that mad. She retorts, “Really? I knew something was up when I heard absurd noises.”

The lights turn off and a sound yells, “Mwahahaha.”

The End! D:

Tdi's Story
House of Terror

Starring
 * Duncan
 * Gwen
 * DJ
 * Bridgette
 * Courtney
 * Geoff

''One night, which happened to be Halloween, six teenagers decided to pull pranks on the neighborhood. They threw toilet paper at houses, placed ugly ornaments on lawns, and carved on trees. They reached this one house, which had an eerie look.''

"I'm not so sure about this," Bridgette told everyone, scared.

"Ah, come on," Geoff said," it looks like no one is home. We could sneak in!"

"Oh, I'm not going in!" DJ said, taking a few steps back.

"Nope," Courtney scolded.

"I won't go in," Bridgette replied.

"Chickens!" Duncan teased.

"Let's just go in," Gwen told Duncan and Geoff.

The three of them walked up to the door. Geoff turned the knob, and he was able to open it.

"How lame," Geoff said, a bit sad," the door is open."

"Too easy," Duncan said, rolling his eyes.

"Hurry up, before they get home," Gwen scolded.

Back outside, Bridgette, Courtney, and DJ waited.

"The owners will be home any moment!" Courtney said, annoyed.

"We could get away," DJ reminded.

"I'm not leaving without Geoff," Bridgette said aloud.

They all heard a scream from inside the house.

"Run!" Two voices yelled. They were Gwen and Duncan's. A figure followed.

Everyone started running from the house, screaming, hoping someone would notice. All of them realized that no one in

this neighborhood was home. They ran as fast as they could, then, Courtney tripped.

"No!" Courtney yelled, as the figure pulled her into the darkness.

The rest ran up to a fence, and hopped over it.

"I'm so tired!" Gwen complained," that was scary."

"Where's Geoff?!" Bridgette yelled.

"Be quiet!" Duncan whispered," we don't know. We went into the house and lost him. Then we heard a scream and ran."

"We have to go get him!" Bridgette said.

"Am I the only one who notices Courtney is gone?" DJ asked.

"Oh no! Courtney!" Bridgette yelled.

"Who cares," Gwen said

"I'm going back," Bridgette said, hopping the fence.

"No!" Gwen replied," haven't you watched slasher films?"

"Oh please, that's just Hollywood," Bridgette said. The dark figure appeared behind her and grabbed her. The others screamed.

"Jump the other side of the fence!" Duncan yelled.

Gwen went over first, then Duncan. As Duncan got over, the figure jumped over the first fence. DJ started climbing, then, the figure grabbed him. "Help!" DJ screamed as he got pulled into the darkness. Gwen and Duncan ran away, knowing they would not be able to get DJ. "We need a plan," Duncan told Gwen," to get rid of that figure." "How?" Gwen asked. "Hmmmmm," Duncan thought," I know! We just need some supplies."

Duncan and Gwen went to the house, with vacuum cleaners and flashlights.

"You do realize this is ghost hunting materials," Gwen told Duncan," when it could be a zombie, or vampire, or...."

"We could just hit it," Duncan interrupted. Gwen nodded her head and they walked in. There was enough light to see, but it was dark. They walked around for a few minutes. Soon, Gwen couldn't hear Duncan's footsteps.

"Duncan?" Gwen asked. There was no one with her. She started getting tears when she heard a scream.

"Duncan!" She yelled and started running back. She saw a light and headed towards it. It lead to a room. She ran in.

"Surprise!" People in costumes yelled. Gwen noticed Geoff, Courtney, Bridgette, DJ, and Duncan.

"What?" Gwen asked.

"Aw, darn!" Izzy yelled.

"What is going on?" Gwen asked again.

"Apparently, Izzy is throwing a Halloween party," Courtney explained.

"For my parents!" Izzy yelled.

"When we walked in the door, she assumed it was her parents, and scared me," Geoff said.

"You and Duncan ran out the door, making Izzy think it was her parents," DJ added.

"So she came out and started abducting us," Duncan said.

"Someone is walking up the sidewalk!" Someone yelled. They turned off the lights. The two people walked through the door and walked into the room. The light turned on.

"Surprise!" Everyone yelled.

"Hi mom! Hi dad!" Izzy cheered. They two people who walked in were green, with large heads and antennae.

"Nice costumes!" Duncan said, giving them a high five.

"Zee-bong-gat," one of them said.

"Boi-zing-yop," the other said.

Everyone stopped talking, screamed, and ran out of the house. One of the aliens took off their mask.

"Who would've thought people are afraid of aliens?" Izzy's mother asked.

"I like your costume!" Izzy said. All of them hugged each other.

"Da-hyt-ming," Izzy's father said.

The End...?

Decision
Nalyd: I have looked over the stories. Because everyone posted a story and they all look good, there will be no elimination this week.

Week Five Chat
Nalyd: This week there will be an elimination.

BB: ... Safe once more. Congratulations, everyone.

Webly: Sorry guys, but I don't quit. XD, got you there. I'm sorry that I have been posting my stories a little late not on the exact due date. I know I've been kind of bending the rules but I won't do that anymore.

BB: Chat's kinda dead this week. :P

Crag:I kinda hope your story doesn't get judged BB XD Cause then I'm garenteed BOW >:)

Challenge Five
Today's challenge will use TD characters... as fairy tale characters! That's right, you're gonna be writing a fairy tale and re telling it with Total Drama characters! From now on, the story must be posted prior to Friday. In other words, it'll be closed on FRIDAY. If you post on Friday, we won't count it.

Bbhinton15's Story
Fairy Tale: Rapunzel

Characters:

Author's Notes
 * The names of LeShawna's mother and father are not real. Those two names are names I made up for the sake of this story.  The names of LeShawna's parents have yet to be released in any Total Drama episode.
 * Along with the story being done Total Drama style, this story will also feature a few hints of slang and comedic relief, since the judging says this story won't be judged on grammar.
 * This story references real life people, things, establishments, and/or buildings.
 * Since this is a fairy tale, it is highly expected that some things can/will happen on here that may defy the Laws of Physics or any of the natural laws given to us.
 * The word "rapunzel" in the real fairy tale was old slang for herb leaves.  LeShawna's name will be used for that purpose in some points of this story, also.
 * Author's Point of View - 3 rd Person Past Omniscient

LeShawna

T       here once lived a childless couple out in the middle of scenic nowhere. The man of the couple was watching a small television, softly singing to a rap song that he stopped on. The woman was sighing remorse, looking out of the only window in the entire house. The woman's name was Jalessa. She was average height and weight for a woman, African American, wearing somewhat tattered clothes and a cooking apron. Jalessa put her elbow on the window pane and her hand on the bottom of her head, sitting her head on her hand... sighing once more. She turned over to see her "husband" was still watching half-naked women bounce around on a rap music video. The man's name, believe it or not, was A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff. He would immediately get angry if someone were to call him just 'Sho' 'Nuff' or 'A Pimp' or any other shortened variation. He would weirdly respond only to A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff. A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff was wearing a complete purple and white suit, decked out in the finest linens with a small cane, leaning on the side of the couch A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff was sitting on from time to time. Jalessa, still looking out the window, sighed loudly again, trying to get her partner's attention.

She, then, walked in front the family television, "I said 'Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!'!" she imitated her own long sigh, rather badly. "What'cha want, woman?!" A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff yelled at her, bucking his head to the left and right sides of his wife to see the screen. Jalessa sighed, "You know what I want. I've been talking to you about it for the last few weeks!" "Fool, I don't remember anything!" A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff interrupted her. "Sho' 'Nuff, I--" "Ah, ah, ah!" A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff stopped her, "You know that my naaaaaaaaaaaaaaame...... is A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff." Jalessa ignored this, "Whatevs. But, you know what I've been talking to you about and I want it now." "Look... After this is over, then we can go into the bedroom and--" A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff was stopped. "No! Not that!" Jalessa cut him short. She, then, grabbed the purple and white necktie A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff was wearing and dragged him to the window Jalessa was previously gazing into. "Hey! Hey, girl!  Hey!  No, I'm missin' my stories!" A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff shouted, referring to the rap music videos. When the two of them reached the window, Jalessa pointed out it, revealing that she was staring at beautiful, healthy herbs and leaves surrounding a watchtower/lighthouse-shaped castle. A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff looked in the direction Jaleesa was pointing in, "Them leaves!?" Jalessa shook her head. "I work too dang hard to keep a roof ova' your head and food on ya' plate! Now, I think I deserve some herbs to eat!  I want some of that LeShawna," Jalessa accosted him. "That's what those things are called? LeShawnas?" A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff sighed, "Alright... if it means that much to you, I'll go get you some...... right after my stories go off." A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff quietly bulleted back to his seat on the couch. Enraged, Jalessa got in front of the television screen again, pointing out the window. A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff let out another deep sigh, "Ugh, fine."

A few hours later, around evening time, A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff set out to go to his neighbor's yard. He trekked his way there, took a few handfuls of LeShawna leaves and proceeded to walk back to his own house, when he noticed an old witch was standing directly behind him while he was trying to turn around. A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff screamed into the night. The old witch covered her ears, "Ahhhhh! What are you trying to do?  Scare everyone around here to death?!" "With those looks, I'm sure you're doing a pretty good job of that yourself," A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff said under his breath. "What?!" "Nothin'." "You've got a lot of nerve, you know. Stealing my plants, talking trash about me up in my own yard!  You must be crazy!  You will be punished for this!" the witch told A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff. He immediately said under his breath again, "Put a mask on... I'm sure we're all already being punished by looking at that." "You will pay for such insolence!" the hag told the man. The witch's name was Heather. Heather was a person, embodied with nothing but pure evil. She had the basic looks of any average witch of the land. Along with the clothing, Heather had on a black, pointed hat. Heather took the leaves and herbs from A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff. "Hey, what'cha do that for?! Give those back!" A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff shouted, trying to reclaim them. Heather grinned evilly, "Oh, I'll give them back to ya! On one condition..." "Great," A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff said low, "What could your toothpick-lookin', skinny, decrepid butt want from A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff?" A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff questioned.' "............ Your future baby," Heather told him, coldly. "Baby?! We're not even thinking about... that," A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff told her. "Not with me, you skeeze!" Heather, the witch, told him, "I meant with your wife in there. You give me the baby, you get the LeShawna leaves." A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff pondered this for a moment. He, then, quickly grabbed some more of the LeShawna leaves and ran off. "Hey!" Heather yelled out, "You owe me one baby! And, you better get it to me!"

One Year Later

Jalessa was seen with a baby on her bosom. A beautiful baby girl, about 2 months old. Unfortunately, at that point, the witch immediately appeared right in front of A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff, Jalessa, and the baby. Jalessa screamed, however, A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff anticipated it. "Who is this?!" Jalessa shouted out. "Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, I forgot to tell you. Them leaves you've been eatin' over the years... were only yo's if you gave our baby to this girl," A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff confessed. "What?! No!!  You can'--" "Oh, but I can," Heather cunningly said. She then, grabbed the baby away from Jalessa and disappeared within a flash. "How come you didn't tell me about this!?" she yelled at her husband. "Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah," was A Pimp Named Sho' 'Nuff's only answer. Jalessa immediately began sobbing.

Years Afterwards...

The baby we once knew grew up to be very beautiful. Long black hair, 16, great body, the works. The witch, Heather, who kidnapped her years ago, hid this beauty from the world by locking the girl in a high tower located in a forest, miles away from her birthparents. Due to the birth mother of the child's need and small obsession of the LeShawna leaves growing next door to her, Heather decided to name the girl 'LeShawna'. Every so often, to check on her, Heather would call up to LeShawna in the high, one-window tower, "LeShawna, LeShawna, let down your weave." Every time LeShawna heard this, she had no choice but to let down her very long hair for the witch.

After a while, LeShawna was singing a melodious song, to cure her boredom. "I whip my hair back and forth! I whip my hair back and forth!  I whip my hair back and forth!  I whip my hair back and forth!" LeShawna sang out, whipping her weave around. The length of the hair was so long that while LeShawna whipped her hair around, the hair, still connected to her head, went out the window and knocked a nearby tree down to the ground. Meanwhile, a fair prince came and heard this beautiful song. "Gooooooooooooosh. She's... She's... beautiful," the prince said to himself, hiding in a bush near the tower. The prince's name was Harold McGrady, someone who was born into royalty. However, his nerdy and small stature would tell someone otherwise. Harold, the prince, then heard leaves and twigs crunching. "Uh-oh! Someone's coming!" Harold ducked behind the bush, hiding himself. "LeShawna, LeShawna, let down your weave!" Heather beckoned to her, once more. Harold witnessed this, and saw that LeShawna let her hair down for this hideous creature to climb. "Interesting..." Harold mumbled to himself, "I wonder if that's healthy for her hair." After the witch departed, Harold took a deep breath and tried to do the same thing. He hustled and jumped out of the bush and came up to the tower, only to see LeShawna jamming to the same song as earlier. Harold cleared his throat and chanted the sentence, "LeShawna, LeShawna, let down your weave!" Immediately, again, LeShawna let her hair down, having Harold climb it. She immediately noticed that he wasn't the witch, "Wait... You're not hideous, you're kinda cute," she said nonchalantly. "Yes. And, I have come to declare my royal love to you," Harold announced to her. LeShawna was immediately overjoyed, "That's what's up! But... I don't know how I'm gonna get out of here.  Perhaps you and your... little man biceps... can help me." Harold looked puzzled. "Bring a dang ladder next time!" LeShawna yelled at him. Harold immediately grasped the idea, and climbed back down, in haste to retrieve a ladder.

Meanwhile, the chant was heard again, and LeShawna let her hair down, in happiness. She then noticed it was the old hag, Heather, "Oh... I thought you were Harold." She, then, immediately covered her mouth and gasped. "What!? Harold!?  Who's Harold?!  Ugh!! You were brought here to be away from everyone!!" Heather screamed at LeShawna. LeShawna thought on her feet, "Harold? Who is Harold?  I dunno, sounds like a nerd to me." Heather, "No. Not buying it.  Now... you must be punished." Heather immediately threw her hand in the air and flicked it towards LeShawna. When she did this action, all of LeShawna's hair immediately fell out and off of her head. LeShawna sharply gasped, "OH, NO YOU DIDN'T!" "Punished!" Heather cast another spell on LeShawna, a transporting one. LeShawna closed her eyes when this one was going on and when she opened them, she saw herself to be in a deserted area. "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeatherrrrrrrrrrrr!" she screamed to the heavens.

The witch, still in the tower LeShawna was previously in, grabbed all the hair that fell out of LeShawna's head and braided it onto her own. Unfortunately, the prince, Harold, decided to come back to the tower, "LeShawna, LeShawna, let down your weave!" The hair was immediately let down. Harold got to the top of the tower, only to notice the witch was waiting for him. "A-ha!!" Heather shouted out. "EW!! You're so ugly!" Harold immediately called out, not even thinking that LeShawna wasn't present. "You're one to talk! UGH!  Anyway... the girl that once lived here was not supposed to have anyone here!  I'm the momma, I decide who she can and cannot have up in this grill!" "NO!! It.. It cannot be!  Where is he, you hag!?" "Far away! And, you shall never see her bodacious-ness again!" Harold began backing up, nearly sobbing, and tripped over his own feet while backing up, falling out of the only window of the tower. He did live, however, he was blinded, as he fell face down onto some thorns. The thorns pierced through the glasses he was wearing and made their way to his eyes. All the Prince could do now was cry, and that was all he did do. Cry.

He began wandering, blinded, and, through the power of clumsiness, made his way to a desert-like area. Immediately, he heard the same song that attracted him to the luscious LeShwana as before, and he followed these tunes. Fortunately, Harold found LeShawna and immediately passed out in front of her. LeShawna saw that Harold had made his way to her position, stopped her song, and began sobbing when Harold passed out in front of her. "Harold, no!!" was all she could say before she began blubbering. Through some miracle, the tears LeShawna wept seeped into Harold's eyes and Harold could see again. The two, then, went off... happily ever after.

The End

Crag's Story
Cinderella

Main Characters

Gwen-Cinderella

Heather and Courtney-Step-sisters

Beth-Fairy Godmother

Trent-Prince

“GWEN! I found a mark on my dress! Why did you not wash it properly?” Heather bellowed.

“I'm sorry...” Gwen grovelled, “I was just hungry and I might have not done it perfectly..”

Courtney scowled and said, “You better not hope I find a blemish on my dress! Now go make our dinner!”

Gwen scampered off and spoke to herself, “Why don't they treat you like a sister...” She looked down at the clothes she wore, stained from cleaning floors. “Oh, I bet that if I could I could show them who's best but who would ever pay attention to the slave girl..”

Heather asked, “Courtney, do you thin we're being to hard on Gwen?”

“Haha, I don't think we're being hard enough!” Courtney replied.

“Yes, we're helping her. How will she ever live if she ever gets a husband..”

The two girls immediately start laughing, “Gwen, get a husband? That's about as likely as Duncan getting realised from jail!”

“Don't you say his name!” Courtney warned.

Gwen was in the kitchen working over the stove, “This is exhausting!” She cried as she wiped her brow.

“Gwen! Are you almost done? It's been an age since you left us!” A voice shouted.

Gwen hastily removed the chicken from the oven and cut pieces off for her step-sisters. “Go to the dining hall!”

Gwen heard the sound of heels against the stone floor before two loud shrieks of chairs. They were waiting.

“Well, Gwenderella?” A voice shouted, “We don't have all day!”

Gwen quickened her pace and served her mistresses.

Courtney took a bit, “Horrible! Revolting! Did you cook a mouldy chicken or something? First thing in the morning you are going into town and buying new groceries.”

Gwen walked away with a defeated look. She returned to her dormitory but heard footsteps running up, “You've reconsidered?”

She was greeted with the locking of a door. Gwen sullenly dragged her anguished limbs into bed and had a good night sleep.

She was greeted to see a towering Courtney, “Had a nice sleep did you? Well get up and get to work!”

Gwen got into her “best” clothes and headed towards town where she saw many huddles of groups, all talking with a hushed whisper but many were holding pieces of paper.

“What's that?” Gwen asked aloud.

A plump woman turned rude and rudely replied, “You don't know? Do you live under a rock? The Prince is having a ball and the kingdom is excited!”

A smile stole Gwen's face, “A ball? With Prince Trent? If I go maybe he'll notice me.. I better tell Heather and Courtney and maybe they'll let me go!”

Gwen hastily gathered the groceries and tried to run back without tearing her clothes. When she got back she was dripping in sweat,she opened the door, “I'm back!”

“You should have been back here seven minutes ago!” Courtney said.

Heather warned, “Do it again and you will be locked in the dungeon for another month!”

“But, Prince Trent is having a ball and everyone in the kingdom is invited!” Gwen told them.

“Prince Trent?” Courtney asked. Gwen nodded. “Heather, we could boost our status and let me marry the buffoon, then we're in the royal family.”

Heather smirked and turned to Gwen, “Why are you so happy?”

“Can't I go?”

“If your good.. I suppose...”

“Thanks!”

“Make us food.”

Gwen walked to the kitchen but frowned, “Did I want to help Heather?”

“It's the night of the ball, I hope my step-sisters allow me to go.” Gwen spoke to herself.

“GWEN! Get your sorry butt down here!” Courtney yelled.

Gwen ran down the spiralling staircase, “Have you thought about my arrangement for the ball? I've worked ever so hard.”

“We talked about it and we decided...” Heather began.

“And we don't think your going! We concluded that if we dangle a prize you'll work hard but no reason to actually give you it!” Courtney concluded.

Gwen looked down to the ground, upset with the deceit exhibited. “Fine then, do you have a request for dinner?”

Heather laughed loudly, “We're still going! Why would we not?”

Gwen grimaced.

“Now, because we're kind we're giving you the day off so up to your tower and Heather will be up momentarily to lock it.”

“Can I have pumpkin? Two?” Gwen asked.

Courtney screwed her face, “I suppose? Do you want a knife to carve them?” Gwen nods.

“Fine, don't make them two scary though.” Courtney said as Gwen walked into the kitchen and took two pumpkins and a knife and climbed the stairs.

Gwen looked outside and saw Courtney and Heather enter a black limo in dresses. Gwen sighed and looked at her knife, “Better late than never.”

She stuck the a pumpkin, “Don't do that!”

The pumpkin turned into a brunette with braces. She appeared to have a gash on her arm. “I should turn back sooner.”

“Who are you?” Gwen asked.

“I am the Fairy Godmother, but you can call me Beth.”

“What are you going to do? Make fun of me because I can't go to Trent's ball?”

“What's a ball? A dance? I should totally go!” Beth said.

“Can you help me go?”

“Sure..” Beth waved her wand and suddenly a black dress appeared on Gwen.

Gwen looked down, “Wow, thanks! But what about shoes?”

Beth waved her wand and a pair of glass slippers appeared on Gwen.

“Could you turn these into some trainers?”Gwen asked.

“Well,” Beth waved her wand to follow the command, “It doesn't work but it's your choice.”

“Awesome! Can you get me there?”

“Sure, it's always great to be fashionable late!”

Beth turned the second pumpkin into a horse-drawn carriage.

“That's out of style, limo?” Gwen asked.

“Picky picky.” Beth sighed but complied. “Anything else?”

“I think that's it, but can you put me in the limo? The door is locked.” Gwen asked, “Final thing, I promise.”

“Sure thing!”

A bright light appeared and suddenly Gwen appeared in the limo.

Gwen exited the limo, she had untied the shoes.

She entered the hall and was greeted with loud music and strobe lights. “COOL!”

Gwen went down and started to dance.

Gwen looked up to the stage and saw Prince Trent on stage. “Than you all for making it here and I thank each and everyone of you.” Trent looked down and found himself looking deeply into Gwen's eyes. “I.. I..” He jumped off stage but by this time Gwen was leaving, she lost her confidence and couldn't face him. While she was on the stairs her left trainer came off but she didn't return for it. She ran home and ran up to her room, throwing the dress out the window.

Gwen returned to town and saw a queue. At the front she saw Trent. She saw women where trying on her trainer! She watched closely as Heather tried it on. It barely got onto her big toe so she walked off, cursing herself.

Gwen observed Courtney put the shoe on and saw the shoe straining, as if it would tear apart from the seams. Trent's helpers quickly removed the shoe, Trent looked over in Gwen's direction.

“You, peasant girl! Come try this shoe on! I command you!”

Gwen complied and the trainer fitted her perfectly. “It was you?” Trent asked.

Gwen nodded. “Then, we're going to be married! I know I love you and I hope you love me! We could get married on the ninth of September and have nine children and....”

Trent rambled for age before Gwen kissed him and he blushed.

“Let's just take it slow...” Gwen said.

The End

MTDM's Story
(MTDM: Ummm..., okay. Here's the deal. I may not be getting a story up. Sunday (aka the past) is my pre-think day. Monday; pack for a trip. Tues.-Wed.; trip. Thursday; no school, but have to study for a big test the next day. Friday; school + I can't hand it in. But, I'll try... -- mtdm  doz knot no   hoe 2 spill  23:06, November 8, 2010 (UTC))

Fairy Tale: The Three Little Pigs

(MTDM: Plat, please don't think I'm copying you. This is, like, the only fairy tale i've read. XD. -- mtdm  doz knot no   hoe 2 spill  23:06, November 8, 2010 (UTC))

Plat's Story
The Ogre

Characters:

(Note: This is based off the book/movie Shrek. The character names will remain the same as they were in Total Drama. However, the chart shows which roles they take on in Shrek. Also, some characters may be a bit OOC. This is because I wish to conserve a lot of the original Shrek.)

Duncan- Shrek

Owen- Donkey

Trent- Lord Faarquad (The evil guy)

Gwen- Princess Fiona

Izzy- Dragon

Eva- Robin Hood

This is the story of The Ogre

Long ago, there was a princess by the name of Gwen. She was forced by her mother and father to live a princess lifestyle, with no concern for her well being. She continually dreaded this life, as she would rather be listening to music or hanging out with friends. However, she could not go outside at night, for she could be seen in her true form: an ogre.

"Mom, can I go to the concert tonight?" Gwen would ask.

"Sweetie, how many times do we have to go over this? You can't go out as a hideous beast! You're a princess!" she would answer.

"What if I find a way to redeem myself?" asked Gwen.

"Like that will happen," answered her mother. "You turn into an ogre because of a spell a witch put on you a couple of years ago. The only way to cure it is love's first kiss."

And with that, Gwen went to her room. Ten years later, she sits upon the tallest taller of a dungeon surrounded by a fire breathing dragon.

"If only my true love would come..."

Owen was a donkey. He has been trapped in a cage all of his life. His only companion was the darkness that surrounded him and his mistreating owner.

"Who wants a talking donkey?" the owner would ask.

This claim, was of course fake, as Owen couldn't talk. However, his lifelong dream has always been the ability to speak. One day, as Owen and his owner were going through the market, fairy dust was spilled everywhere and spread all over Owen.

"I can fly!" Owen screamed, as he had enough strength to brake open the cage and escape.

Owen ran deep into the forest, where Duncan lived. Duncan was an ogre. He was mean, green, and everything in between. He would always cause trouble to the townspeople for pure entertainment.

Duncan saw Owen and started yelling at him. Owen wasn't intimidated, because he sensed something in Duncan that could save his soul.

"I don't see pure evil in you," said Owen. "You seem to scare people out of loneliness."

"Well, I don't have friends," Duncan said. "Got it?"

At that moment, a bunch of other fairy tale creatures invaded Duncan's home and wouldn't leave. Duncan asked one of them what was going on.

"Why are you guys on my swamp?" asked Duncan.

"It was on demand of Lord Faarquad," said one of the creatures. "We have no other choice but to live here!"

"Well, I'll go speak to this Lord Faarquad," answered Duncan. "I'll show him who's boss of my swamp."

So, Duncan was about to leave when Owen stopped him.

"Hey...can I go with you?" asked Owen. "After all, every knight needs his loyal steed!"

"No, I don't want a stupid donkey to go with me," said Duncan.

"Well, too bad! I'm following you anyways!" said Owen, like a huge stalker.

So, Duncan and Owen went to Lord Faarquad's castle. They both asked to go in, and the gatesman opened the door.

"I have been expecting you," said the Lord. "Please, call me Trent."

Trent turned around and looked at Duncan. Trent was shorter than usual, and was fit like a king.

"I have a favor to ask of you," said Trent. "You see, every king needs a queen. My magic mirror has showed me the one I wish to marry. Her name is Princess Gwen."

"What do I get out of it?" asked Duncan.

"It's quite simple, to be honest. If you get me Princess Gwen, I'll clear your swamp out of all of those pesky fairy tale creatures," answered Trent.

"That sounds good," answered Duncan. "You got yourself a deal."

After the conversation, Duncan and Owen went on a journey to rescue Princess Gwen to try to save Duncan's swamp. They went through fiery mountains, deserted plains, dangerous forests, icy mountains, piranha infested lakes, walking through pitch blackness. They had to deal with the rain, barren deserts...icy mountains again.

"Hey, wait," said Duncan. "Haven't we been here before?"

"Nuh-uh," answered Owen, shaking his head. "I'm pretty sure we haven't been here yet."

"If you insist," answered Duncan.

So, the two went traveling again through rough conditions, as they crossed numerous continents and evil fairy tale creatures...and icy mountains a third time.

"Are you serious?" asked Duncan. "We're going around in circles! This is getting really repetitive."

"Well, I don't think so," said Owen.

"Why do you think that?" asked Duncan, rolling his eyes.

"Well...because..." Owen started.

However, at that moment, a fierce dragon carried Duncan off and dropped him off at an abandoned castle. Owen quickly followed, and they both stared at the castle.

“This is a humungous castle!” yelled Duncan as he got dropped out.

“Well, the princess is always in the highest room of the tallest tower,” said Owen.

Duncan glared at Owen for acting weird.

“Hey, don’t judge me! I love fairy tales,” said Owen in defense.

So, Duncan and Owen entered the castle and saw dead bodies all around them. Duncan grabbed some of the armor from a dead knight,

“Look! I see the princess!” yelled Duncan in delight. “We can finally get out of here!”

Duncan and Owen dodge multiple traps as they made their way up the tower. When they got there, they saw Gwen lying in her bed.

“Hey princess, we’re here to save you,” said Duncan hastily.

“Oh, my brave knight…” started Gwen, as she got muffled as Duncan carried her out the door.

“You know, I always…nice…” mumbled Gwen, as she tried to pull Duncan’s hand off of her mouth.

“Well, I ain’t no knight in shining armor,” answered Duncan as they almost escaped the castle.

However, at that moment, the dragon came back again and had the ability to speak.

“No one steals my prize and escapes with it!!!” she yelled. She then toned down.

“By the way, nice to meet you, my name’s Izzy.”

Owen and Duncan scratched their heads as they ran. Izzy roared and grabbed Owen as they tried to escape.

“I’m too young to…ooh, you’re pretty cute,” said Owen.

Izzy blushed and flew away with Owen and the two fell in love. Duncan started running with Gwen to make sure nothing like that would happen again.

“Well, you can at least take off your armor,” said Gwen. “I should at least see the face of my hero.”

Duncan took off his mask and quickly grabbed Gwen as she started screaming.

“You’re…an….ogre!!!” yelled Gwen as Duncan ran off with her.

So, Duncan carried Gwen through fiery mountains, dangerous forests…and…icy mountains again. However, Gwen and Duncan shared the time and bonded, making each other snake balloons and slowly appreciating the other’s existence.

“Why am I always here?” asked Duncan in disgust.

At that moment, the sun was about to set. Gwen looked awefully worried.

“Um…I have to go to sleep now, bye!” Gwen said nervously. She jumped inside a nearby igloo and fell asleep.

Duncan was curious and went inside. He could not believe his eyes. He ran away with her secret in hand.

The next morning, Duncan saw Trent arrive and take Gwen away. Duncan couldn’t help but feel something missing inside. He went back to his swamp and the fairy tale creatures were gone. However, he couldn’t help but feeling lonely.

“I sorta miss Gwen,” claimed Duncan sitting alone.

At that moment, Izzy arrived and dropped off Owen. They kissed as Owen yelled good bye.

“What’s up!” yelled Owen, obviously in a melancholy mood.

“Gwen left….and I never felt so empty,” claimed Duncan.

“Well, then go stop the wedding!” yelled Owen. “Hey Izzy, can you give us a ride?”

“Of course!” yelled Izzy as she picked them up.

The three went to Trent’s castle and dropped off Duncan.

“Stop the wedding!” yelled Duncan, as he crashed through the doors.

He saw Trent and Gwen dressed up and Gwen almost in tears.

“Duncan!” yelled Gwen as she ran up and hugged him. “I was so mistreated here!”

“What? A human falling in love with an ogre?” Trent laughed. Everyone else laughed along with him.

“Wait,” said Gwen. The sun was setting and Gwen turned into her true form: and ogre.

“What?” asked Trent in shock. “That’s it, kill both of them! I can’t have this hideousness here!”

Izzy suddenly swooped in and ate Trent. All of the audience members cheered as Gwen and Duncan kissed. They stayed as ogres, and lived happily ever after.

END

Poppy's Story
Based On: Goldilocks and the Three Bears

Note: They will have the personalities of the TD characters, but I will call them by the fairy tail names.

Lindsay- Goldilocks

Owen- Papa Bear

Sierra- Mama Bear

Cody- Baby Bear

Once upon a time, 3 o' clock in the afternoon to be exact, Goldilocks, a sweet, young girl was walking through the woods. She came across a fork in the road, then picked it up. This fork will be good to eat cake with, I think, thought Goldilocks. She put it in her pocket. She continued walking, and found a split in the path. She started eating it. Mmmmm, this stuff is good, Goldilocks thought. She continued walking, very full, when she realized she had forgotten her fork at the split.

TBC

Spenstar's Story
Little Red Riding Hood: The Truth

Deep in a forest untouched by human guns or chainsaws, where there was always a creepy critter watching your every move, where wolves reigned supreme and the national code of law was Darwinism, a young girl scurried through. In her hand was an old-fashioned basket, its contents carefully concealed by a picnic blanket. The girl had no time to look around, no time to be afraid, no time to ask herself why. All she knew was that she had to deliver the contents of that basket to her grandmother's at all costs.

To her family and friends, she was Beth Olivia Spencer McGrady, sister of Harold Norbert Cheever Doris McGrady V, daughter of Brittany and Harold Norbert Cheever Doris McGrady IV. To the rest of the world, she was Red Hood, running in the shadows and doing whatever it takes to fulfill her mission. Countless times she saved Steve's Agents Inc. from disaster, and this was another one of those times. She had no time to be afraid when everything she knew was at stake.

Red Hood pulled the red hood after which she was nicknamed over her head for comfort. The blood red eyes in the darkness stared into her very soul, and even she was beginning to get afraid.

Chill, she thought to herself, you're known for spitting in fear's face, this is nothing. Just running along to my grandmother's, like a fairy tale.

Red Hood took deep breaths as the eyes narrowed and increased in number, and the bats flew and screeched over her head. But the scariest part was that she demanded to know the contents of the box. She didn't want to think about it, but the thought tormented her mind. Her grandmother, her inspiration, her fellow Agent of Steve... this could be the last time she would see her hero.

Pushing the idea to the back of her head, Red Hood pressed on. Ignoring the stalking eyes was her first mistake, because when one stepped out of the shadows, Red Hood didn't notice until his Mexican voice caught her by surprise.

"Hola, little girl!"

Red Hood turned around and was in total shock at what she saw. His wolf eyes pierced her soul, yet his smile was entrancing. He had all the fearful traits of a wolf, yet the alluring attractiveness of a Mexican model. Red Hood didn't know whether to run away or stay.

"What's your rush? You're missing all the flowers."

Red Hood quick regained her composure and replied, "I'm in a hurry, so if you don't mind, I have to go." Red Hood quickly took off, but the wolf ran in front of her and stopped her.

"Why take off so soon?" he asked, "I want to know your name. Mine is Alejandro."

The mere sound of Alejandro's name passing through his lips entranced the girl, but she quickly snapped out of it. Mission first, romance later.

"I am Red Hood," she said, "I'd love to stay but I really have to go."

"Where to?" Red Hood wanted to give an answer, but resisted the urge. Even if not for the mission, Red Hood would not let herself get strung along like Brady and Justin before him. She knew better.

"My grandmothers. It's down by--" Red Hood caught herself, and quickly ran away before Alejandro could respond. Once the girl was out of sight, the sly wolf scurried up a tree and noticed the cottage in the distance. He smirked.

If he was right, he'd eat like a king tonight.

When Red Hood arrived at her grandmother's, she slowly opened the door and crept in, closing the door behind her. Sensing something amiss, she didn't bother to remove her hood. She slowly walked to the bed her grandmother was asleep in, but she looked strange. Red Hood was too distracted by her encounter with Alejandro before to figure out what, though.

"Grandmother, what happened?" the body in the bed was covered by a blanket up to its nose, concealing the sly smile beneath.

"Nothing, deary," said the creature, in a high-pitched voice.

"Grandmother, what a high voice you have!" exclaimed Red Hood, "That's not usual for you! And what big eyes you have, and what big ears, and what hairy--" It suddenly hit her.

"You're not grandmother!"

"Why of course I am," said the impostor in the same fake voice.

"Then why am I here?"

"Because you love your grammy?" suggested the imposter, uncertainly.

"Wrong!"

The impostor jumped out of bed, affirming his identity as Alejandro. Red Hood ran screaming, but the wolf cornered her.

"What did you do to my grandmother?" asked Red Hood, standing tall even in the face of death.

"I ate her! Too bad she was already dead. But the flesh was fresh, and it was a good meal."

"No..." Red Hood dropped her basket in shock and sadness. She was too late, and even if it weren't for Alejandro it would have been too late. But it didn't matter now. Red Hood recalled the first thing her grandmother taught her: always think on your toes.

Red Hood looked around the room, and found a revolver on a dresser barely ten feet away. If she could get it, she could kill the wolf closing in on her. But, how? Suddenly an idea sprang to her mind. Red Hood grabbed the wolf by the collar of his fur coat and kissed him deeply. As odd as it seemed, Red Hood thoroughly enjoyed that moment of lust. When she pulled away, Alejandro recoiled in shock and disgust, giving Red Hood enough time to run the ten feet, grab the gun, and take aim at the wolf.

"Adios, 'amor'!" She shot.

With grandmother gone, Steve's Agents would fall apart. The members would claw each other to death for the chance to replace her. The girl dropped her gun and pulled down her hood. She was Red Hood no longer.

Beth removed the picnic blanket from the basket and pulled out the form inside. On the dotted line, grandmother was supposed to write down the name of her successor. Now she never will. Beth's tears filled with eyes, but when she released them, she noticed a piece of paper on the dresser. Beth wiped her eyes and began to read it.

"To whoever may read this, in case you do not get here in time, as you know, my time is up. The past forty years as an agent have been fun, but like all things good and bad, it has come to an end. In case I have already passed away when the sender of the agency will arrives, I would like to say now that I want my granddaughter, the fearless Beth McGrady, to replace me as the leading Agent of Steve. Lead the team well, my little Red Hood. Sincerely, Lindsay Gwyneth Owen McGrady."

Beth's tears turned bittersweet as she put the paper in her basket and concealed it with the picnic blanket.

"I'll make you proud, grandmother," she said softly to herself.

As she left the cottage for the final time, Beth pulled up her hood and smiled. She was Red Hood once again.

Tdi's Story
Little Red Riding Hood

Characters
 * Lindsay as Little Red Riding Hood
 * Alejandro as the wolf
 * Heather as Grandma
 * DJ as the lumberjack
 * Bridgette as the mom
 * Courtney as the teacher

Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Lindsay.

"That's me!" Lindsay cheered.

Not yet!

"Aww," Lindsay pouted.

Anyways, she was the prettiest girl in the whole land! However, she wasn't the smartest, either.

"You failed your test! Again!" Ms. Courtney scolded Lindsay.

As a child, Grandmother Heather made young Lindsay a red riding hood, and it made her even prettier! Soon, the town was calling her 'Little Red Riding Hood.' When Lindsay would hear it, she would scratch her head and say:

"What does that mean?"

One day, while playing outside, her mother called her.

"Lindsay!" her mother explained," Grandma Heather is very ill. I just told her that you will go her house in the woods to give her this basket full of bread, blankets, and other little things. Go take it to her and keep company for a few minutes."

"I don't like Grandma Heather," Lindsay complained.

"Neither do I," mother said," but she is very old, so we need to make her last few years, err, meaningful."

"Okay," Lindsay said.

She grabbed the basket and ran off.

"Make sure you stay on the path!" her mother yelled.

But Lindsay didn't hear. She continued running into the forest. She soon came across a patch of flowers.

"Oh," Lindsay said to herself. She got off the path and started picking flowers. Then, a wolf came and started talking to her.

"Hello little girl," the wolf said," What brings you out here?"

"I'm going to my grandma's house to take her this basket!" Lindsay replied.

"May I know your name?" the wolf asked.

"My name is Lindsay, but people call me Little Red Riding Hood. I don't know why," Lindsay explained.

What an idiot, the wolf thought.

"Well, my name is Alejandro," Alejandro the wolf said.

"Yay! We can be best friends forever!" Lindsay cheered.

"So, let me assist you to your grandma's house," Alejandro the wolf told Lindsay.

"Okay!" Lindsay said.

They started walking down the path. Soon, they reached a fork in the road.

"Oh no," Lindsay cried," How will we know which path to go down?"

"Well, how about I go down one path, and you go down the other?" Alejandro asked.

"Good idea!" Lindsay agreed.

That was not a good idea, though. Alejandro knew the paths and went down the path that allowed him to get to Grandma Heather's house quicker. He arrived at her house and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?!" Grandma Heather yelled," I demand an answer now!"

"It's me, Lindsay," Alejandro the wolf said, impersonating Lindsay.

"Go away!" grandma Heather yelled.

Alejandro the wolf instead burst through the door and ate Grandma Heather. Meanwhile, Lindsay was on her path when she came across a lumberjack.

"Hello, mister lumberjack!" Lindsay greeted.

"Hello little girl," DJ the lumberjack said," what are you doing out here?"

"I'm going to my Grandma Heather's house!" Lindsay said,” this nice wolf named Alejandro is helping me! I got to get going, bye!"

Lindsay skipped off.

"Wait," DJ said to himself," a wolf named Alejandro?"

Lindsay reached her grandma's house and knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Alejandro the wolf said, using grandma Heather's voice.

"It's me, Lindsay!" Lindsay said.

"Oh, come on in dear," Alejandro replied.

Lindsay came in and gave Alejandro the basket.

"Oh grandma! How nice you have been!" Lindsay said.

"Oh, being sick makes me feel so welcoming!" Alejandro lied.

"Oh grandma! What big ears you have!"

"The better I can hear you with."

"Oh grandma! What big eyes you have!"

"The better to see you with."

"Oh grandma! What big teeth you have!"

"The better I can eat you with!"

With that, Alejandro the wolf ate Lindsay. He ran out, but then, ran into DJ the lumberjack.

"I know what you're up to!" DJ yelled.

With that, he took at whack at Alejandro the wolf. He coughed up Lindsay. After another whack, he coughed up Grandma Heather.

"Oh, you need to clean the inside of your mouth!" grandma Heather complained.

Alejandro the wolf ran off into the forest, never to be seen again. A week later, when Grandma Heather got over her illness, they threw a party at Lindsay's house.

"This house is so ugly!" Heather complained," Bridgette, how could you raise your child like this?!"

"Yes mother," mother Bridgette said, annoyed.

"You should've left her in the wolf," Lindsay whispered to DJ the lumberjack.

"Yeah, I should've," DJ agreed.

Everyone started laughing.

The End

Webly's Story
The Obese But Yet Somehow Little Mermaid

Sadie- Ariel Courtney- Ursula Owen- Flounder Trent- Sebastian Alejandro- King Triton Ezekiel- Scuttle

Sadie was always the lazy type. She never wanted to do everything and was just a plain spoiled brat. She demanded for everything and never said thank you to anyone. Her mother died when she was little, so she was left with her adventurous sisters who she despised a lot. And the worst part was… she was a mermaid.

“Sadie, what do you want to have for lunch?” Her servant Owen reluctantly questioned.

“Some iced tea, 5 hamburgers and a taco to go!” Sadie demanded. You could see her stomach start to bulge a little out showing how fat a mermaid could be.

Owen closes his eyes and says the words that Sadie wanted to here, “Of course.” He then makes a soft side comment, “I just hope I don’t eat it first.”

“Was that a side comment I heard?” Sadie asked. “Because you know what I do with people who have those nasty side comments. By they way, if you don’t give it to me now, I will eat you! I’ve tasted you humans before you have raw and unexpected tastes.” She and Owen both stare at the floor to see a ton of weeds that contained faces. There had to be at least 100 of them if you were looking closely.

“Sadie, I didn’t have a side comment.”

Before Sadie could say a thing, Owen dashed away helplessly.

The scene faded and a sea witch with the name of Courtney appeared.

“Look at that quite ugly, fat lady! If only I could have her life. Being stuck in this dirty old ditch they call a sea cave is like a new definition of he- mommy did always say to not say that word.” Courtney says with her tentacles flying everywhere. She is seen looking into a glass ball with her servant giving her, her meal. “It’s quite atrocious what a princess like that can become.”

Courtney then made a plan, a plan to show that the little big brat needed to know how it was to be not spoiled. Her plan was simply to promise her obvious empty promises and then manage to marry Triton and then proceed in murdering him. Would it work? Probably, she was right about something Sadie was very spoiled. But she wasn’t the only one who thought so too!

The scene changed to a bird requested by Sadie to be a present for her.

“Here’s the bird you wanted,” Owen says as he gives her the bird. “I just got it from up there.” He points to the top of the ocean.

“Why is it purple?” Sadie asks while chewing her gum.

“Um…I just got it! I mean birds can’t live under water.”

“Why you telling me that now? Now, go get a swimmy suit on the fish and bring him down here again!” Sadie demands. “Also, make a name for him after you get the swimmy suit!”

On the way up, the bird died. Since what Sadie explained was let’s say, wrong, Owen decided to improvise and then put a helmet on the once living bird. He swims down back to Sadie whose chewing gum even louder and more obnoxious than she was.

“Owen,” Sadie said softly. “Tell me the babies name now!”

“It’s Ezekiel,” Owen retorts.

Sadie rolled her eyes and asked, “What kind of made up name is that?”

“Ma’am it’s not a made up name. I guess it’s a little older.” Owen suggests to Sadie.

Sadie spits the gum on Owen’s face. “Put that on the recycling bin, okay?”

Owen glares at the ground and takes the gum off of his face. “Um…you don’t recycle gum and there is no recycle bin down here.”

“I don’t care what type of grade you got in English class,” Sadie exclaims. “Put it somewhere away from my mouth.”

Owen comes back up and down while Sadie notices the bird is not alive.

“The birdie died already? I was predicting he’d die in the next minute!” Sadie yelled at Owen.

Trent and Sadie’s dad, King Alejandro swim by and then notice Sadie.

”Hey Sadie,” King Alejandro says. “How’s your day been going?”

“Well, I got a new bird and then it died. I almost killed another worthless servant but I didn’t! I probably will in the next 10 minutes. So, it’s been a normal day, how about you?” Sadie replied sounding exhausted.

“Oh, I’ve just been roaming around with Trent, who’s decided to help you with focusing better tomorrow. It sounds like you’ve had a better day than I have already and it’s only 12:00pm.”

Trent and the king start to walk away.

Trent asks the king, “This is the freak you explained to me?”

“Sadly, yes, but she’s my daughter but I wonder why I don’t feel bad about no standing up to you.”

Courtney popped out of the seaweed. She says, “Sadie-

“I don’t want to sniff your fruit salad! Leave now!”

“CUT!” A random producer shrieks. “What kind of movie do you think we’re trying to film? Next people to audition, go!”

Trent looks at the camera who doesn’t realize that he only had one line. “Well, I thought I was doing a phenomenal job!”

THE END!