There is a single item in this game. You cannot reach all the endings without it.

Made for Endmaster's Prompt Contest #2, prompt #23. 

A lonely ghost girl haunts the house you just moved into, and she's here on earth for just one thing. Will you help her finish her unfulfilled dream?

Written for the Damned and the Shamed contest (prompt: Haunted)

it was a coding assignment, now a cyoa story. based off of my Minecraft world all you really need to know is that this is a game where you go treasure hunting! You are the only person who exists I guess because I was too lazy to add any plot at all. Please enjoy your hunt for treasure and remember this: do not eat the fsh.

For the contest 'Gone Fishin'.

here it is, in all its last-minute glory

can I still join to try to escape the pit?

I'll join now that I've realized it's june second not july second

The hammer falls and strikes the metal, bending it slightly. I grit my teeth. I'm going to make this sword.

"Girl, what have you- oh, you foolish child! You are not an apprentice! Put down that hammer and go pump the bellows!"

The blacksmith, a burly, stooped woman, stomps over to me. I don't respond to her calls, attempting to focus only on the steel before me. However, that seems like a bad call, as a gloved hand snatches the hammer out of mine.

"Hey!" I shout, "I was using that!"

She stares at me, her eyes at the exact same level as mine. This doesn't happen often, and I quickly decide that I don't like it. I stand up to my full height and look down as I usually do.

"Don't think your height makes you any better than me, missy. You didn't pay the apprentice wage, you're my helper. Helpers don't make swords. You're lucky I even let you stay here, with all that nerve.. You know the only reason you are still under my roof is I promised Adelle."

I turn away. I don't need to be reminded of my mother today.

The woman sighs, crossing her arms. "If you're going to try and make a pole-"

"A sword."

She growls. "You did it all wrong. If you want to make a sword you have to do it right. Watch me closely..."

impromptu haiku, because I counted the syllables of the first line for some reason:

clean white crisp paper
the page's edges are sharp
cuts into my hands

I didn't notice the extension to today and published my game on the 12th, with absolutely zero proofreading.

My entry: chooseyourstory.com/story/hazy

Congrats TypeCat, you were right

This is moving away from "motivation" and into "threats and peer pressure"

double motivation!

I'll try.