BOOOMM I'm doing it! I hate writing, so I will have Quill write down what I say.

Says who?

Ashlee.

Indeed, you will write what he says.

Fine. But I am also entering, Donut! We'll post the stories within a day or so.

Story writing against the twins... they are going against each other by the way, Donut. Good luck all you AEs!

Also, can I be one of the judges? 

Poke!

Here is my entry for the contest, a short story based off of the Teller of Tales's sarcasm day post (a ski-lodge)... Mind you, this is a happy-morbid story and somewhat confusing by the words. It is in Sarcasm's point of view after all. 

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The Sarcasm's Curse of Life

Sarcasm lies trapped in a cage within a wall of the world. In this world, people often tease Sarcasm's children.

"That was just sarcasm, don't take it seriously," people would say.

This angered Sarcasm so much she freed herself in rage one afternoon, cursing the land with life. Or, as the world would say before the haunting curse, death.

In this cursed world, there were seven sisters in a kitchen, unknowing of Sarcasm's presence. Their mother gave them names of the "ee" soundings: Tee, Vi, Sea, Lee, Mee, Dee, and Key. 

"That tastes awful!" Vi exclaims, the curse upon them.

"Awful? Then I will pleasantly use this knife to make it taste better," Dee says, chopping her fingers off into the stew. "Delightful feeling."

Sea gets the lovely idea of listening to Dee.

"Really? Let me feel this delightfulness!" See says, stabbing herself. "This hurts not at all..."

"That was sarcasm!" Dee cries.

"You are sarcasm," Lee retorts.

"She isn't dead!" Mee exclaims, sobbing for no apparent reason. 

Sarcasm was loving this all. So entertaining! She thought, smiling.

"What happens if I jump into this wall?" Tea asks, touching a stone wall to her left.

"You'll fall through it," Key said, shaking her head as if it were obvious.

"Help push me in, then!" Tea shouts.

Vi, Lee, and Mee put Tea on a platter serving cart and push her with amazing speed. Tea rams into the wall, knocking cast iron pans onto her head from a shelf above.

"She's very much alive," says Vi, nodding her head respectfully.

"I told you that was a smart idea," says Mee.

"Sarcasm, sarcasm, sarcasm!" chants three.

Vi, in tears now, makes an honest mistake with her curse. She speaks insulting words of pleasure. 

"I hate you all, and I could care less if you died," Vi says.

Noticing the severity of the sarcastic words, Vi covers her mouth, eyes wide. It's too late, her remaining sisters are on her in rage.

"Die, you foul beast!" Key cries.

Lee, being very self-conscious, takes this as in insult to her person. She jumps at Key with a random cinnamon shaker but inhales too much of the powder.

"I will live on!" Lee says before falling still. 

In distraught, the remaining sisters - Vi, Mee, Dee, and Key - begin to fight over the shaker. It shoots out of Dee's fingerless hands and hits the light bulb, sending the room in darkness.

"Where did nighttime go?" Mee calls.

"No idea, but I love this light!" Vi says, stepping on the broken glass. "Yay, I have glass in my foot!"

"That was not sarcasm," Key notes, blindly running into an oversized, open oven. "This is not hot at all, I love it!"

"Are you Dee?" Mee asks, running into someone as Key squeals with joy.

"No, I am not Dee," says Dee. "I am Mee."

Sarcasm was getting quite bored of this, almost sick. I will just remove my curse.

Sarcasm ends up cursing herself instead with the sarcasm. Pleasant! She thought, sighing.

The sarcasm curse continued. Dee, Mee, and Vi finally got it in their heads to speak opposite of what they really mean. Like sarcasm against sarcasm.

"Sisters, why didn't we think of this before? Mee asks, using their new technique.

"Because we love sarcasm," Dee says seriously.

Mee slaps her head in annoyance.

"Did you lsiten to the strategy plan at all?" Vi cries.

"Oh my, that was only sarcasm!" Dee says.

The other two shake their heads and look around at the deaths. Tears sprung in their eyes.

"We love sarcasm." 

Sounds like cool idea. When is the deadline? Do I have to make a AE?  

I'll write sometime tonight or tomorrow.