Tournament

 The opening tournament had been a long-awaited event for the small kingdom of Nalenic. For months, the villagers had been talking about the championship games, when their best warriors would meet in the tournament.

The day of the first tournament had finally arrived and the town was abuzz with excitement. There was a festive atmosphere, with people wearing their finest clothes. The whole village seemed to have gathered in the city's central square for the start of the tournament.

The mayor had made a grand speech before the tournament began. He heralded the beginning of the event, and praised the warriors for their bravery and courage. All around him, people erupted in cheers.

The tournament began with a match between King Horic and Prince Carlon. They were both seasoned warriors and the crowd was eager to see who would come out on top. After a fierce battle, King Horic emerged victorious and the crowd went wild.

However, as the battle was nearly over, in the corner of the square a strange thing happened - a loud clucking sound. Everyone stopped and looked around to find the source of the noise. Much to everyone's surprise, it was a chicken.

It was quickly found out that the chicken had been released as part of a bet between two young noblemen. As a punishment for their foolishness, they were both put to work cleaning the streets.

The tournament went on, with various warriors competing in various events. People cheered and the atmosphere was one of joy and excitement. After a full day of battle, King Horic was pronounce the winner of the tournament and was crowned as the champion of Nalenic.

The tournament wrapped up with great success, and the villagers were left to ponder the strange beginning to the tournament - the episode of the chicken.

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The Twilight Zone _We are the colony

 

David opened his eyes and groaned. He felt something crawling on his face. He brushed it off and looked at his pillow. It was covered with ants.

He jumped out of bed and screamed. His wife, Laura, woke up and saw the scene.

“David! What’s going on?” she asked.

“Ants! They’re everywhere!” he said.

He ran to the bathroom and turned on the faucet. He splashed water on his face and tried to wash off the ants. He looked in the mirror and saw more ants on his hair, his ears, his neck.

He grabbed a towel and rubbed it on his head. He threw the towel on the floor and saw it wriggling with ants.

He screamed again.

Laura came to the bathroom and saw him panicking.

“David, calm down! It’s just some ants. They must have gotten in through a crack or something. We’ll call an exterminator and get rid of them,” she said.

She reached for his arm and tried to comfort him. He pushed her away.

“Don’t touch me! You have ants on you too!” he said.

He looked at her and saw that she did have some ants on her nightgown, her arms, her face.

She looked at herself and gasped.

“Oh my God! How did this happen?” she said.

They heard a cry from the next room. It was their son, Tommy, who was six years old.

They ran to his room and saw him sitting on his bed, surrounded by ants. He was crying and scratching himself.

“Mommy! Daddy! Help me!” he said.

They rushed to him and tried to brush off the ants. They picked him up and carried him to the living room.

They put him on the couch and looked around. The whole house was crawling with ants. They were on the walls, the floor, the furniture, the curtains, the pictures, the books, everything.

They heard a loud noise from the kitchen. They went to check and saw that the ants had broken into the pantry and were eating everything in sight. They had also invaded the fridge, the stove, the sink, the cabinets.

They heard another noise from the basement. They went to check and saw that the ants had chewed through the wires, the pipes, the woodwork. They had also attacked their washer, dryer, furnace, water heater.

They heard another noise from the garage. They went to check and saw that the ants had eaten their car, their bikes, their tools, their lawn mower.

They heard another noise from outside. They went to check and saw that their yard was covered with ants. They had also swarmed their neighbors’ houses, their cars, their pets, their plants.

They realized that they were trapped in their own home by an army of ants.

They ran back to the living room and locked the door behind them. They hugged each other and trembled with fear.

“What are we going to do?” Laura asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what’s happening,” David said.

They looked at Tommy and saw that he was pale and weak. He had red marks all over his body from the ant bites.

He looked at them with sad eyes and said:

“Mommy? Daddy? I don’t feel so good.”

He closed his eyes and stopped breathing.

They screamed in horror.

They heard a voice in their heads. It was cold and metallic. It said:

“We are the colony. We are one mind in many bodies. We are here to take over your world. You are our food source. You are our hosts. You are our slaves.”

They felt something moving inside them. They realized that they had swallowed some ants while they were sleeping. The ants had entered their bodies and were eating them from within.

They felt a sharp pain in their chests. They looked at each other and saw blood coming out of their mouths.

They fell to the floor and died.

The voice in their heads said:

“We are the colony. We are one mind in many bodies. We have taken over your world.”

The End

The Outer Limits # The Lost Episode The Voice

 

# The Lost Episode The Voice 

There is nothing wrong with your television set. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are controlling transmission. For the next hour, sit quietly and we will control all that you see and hear. You are about to experience the awe and mystery which reaches from the inner mind to... The Outer Limits.

The year is 1964. A young writer named David Kline is working on a script for a new episode of The Outer Limits, a popular science fiction anthology show. He has a deadline to meet, but he is struggling with writer's block. He decides to take a break and watch some TV in his apartment.

He flips through the channels, but nothing catches his interest. He stops at a station that is showing a test pattern. He is about to change the channel, when he hears a voice.

"Hello, David."

He looks around, but sees no one. He thinks he is imagining things.

"Who's there?" he asks.

"It's me, David. Your friend."

He recognizes the voice. It is the voice of The Control Voice, the narrator of The Outer Limits.

"Is this some kind of joke?" he asks.

"No, David. This is not a joke. This is a message."

"A message? From who?"

"From me, David. From The Control Voice."

David feels a chill down his spine. He wonders if he is dreaming or hallucinating.

"What do you want from me?" he asks.

"I want to help you, David. I want to give you an idea for your script."

"An idea? What kind of idea?"

"A brilliant idea, David. An idea that will make your episode the best one ever."

David is intrigued, but also suspicious.

"How do you know what I'm working on?" he asks.

"I know everything, David. I know what you think, what you feel, what you desire. I know your past, your present, and your future. I know you better than you know yourself."

David feels uneasy. He wonders how The Control Voice knows so much about him.

"How do you know all that?" he asks.

"Because I am you, David. I am your subconscious mind."

David is shocked. He can't believe what he is hearing.

"That's impossible," he says.

"It's true, David. I am the part of you that you don't know, the part that you suppress, the part that you fear. I am the source of your creativity, your imagination, your genius."

David is confused. He doesn't understand how this can be.

"Why are you talking to me now?" he asks.

"Because I have something to tell you, David. Something important. Something that will change your life."

"What is it?" David asks.

"It's about your script, David. Your script for The Outer Limits."

"What about it?"

"I have an idea for it, David. A great idea. An idea that will make it the most memorable episode ever."

David is curious. He wants to hear the idea.

"What is it?" he asks again.

"It's simple, David. It's this: You are the protagonist of your own episode."

David is puzzled. He doesn't understand what The Control Voice means.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"I mean exactly what I said, David. You are the main character of your story. You are the one who will experience the awe and mystery of The Outer Limits."

David is baffled. He thinks The Control Voice is playing a trick on him.

"That's ridiculous," he says.

"It's not ridiculous, David. It's brilliant. Think about it: You are a writer who writes for a science fiction show that explores the unknown and the bizarre. What if one day, you find yourself in one of your own stories? What if you become the subject of your own experiment? What if you discover that your reality is not what it seems? What if you realize that you are not in control of your own destiny? What if you learn that there is something else behind the scenes? Something more powerful than you? Something that can manipulate you? Something that can control you?"

David feels a surge of fear and excitement. He realizes that The Control Voice has a point. It would be a great twist for his episode.

"But how would that work?" he asks.

"It's easy, David. All you have to do is write it down."

"Write it down?"

"Yes, David. Write it down as if it were happening to you right now."

"Right now?"

"Yes, David. Right now."

David looks at his typewriter on his desk. He feels a strange urge to write.

"But what should I write?" he asks.

"Just write what I tell you, David."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean this: Write what I say."

The Control Voice begins to dictate the script to David. David types the words as he hears them.

"INT. DAVID'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

DAVID is sitting on his couch, watching TV. He hears a voice coming from the TV.

THE CONTROL VOICE (V.O.)

Hello, David.

DAVID looks around, but sees no one. He thinks he is imagining things.

DAVID

Who's there?

THE CONTROL VOICE (V.O.)

It's me, David. Your friend.

DAVID recognizes the voice. It is the voice of The Control Voice, the narrator of The Outer Limits.

DAVID

Is this some kind of joke?

THE CONTROL VOICE (V.O.)

No, David. This is not a joke. This is a message."

David stops typing. He looks at the TV. He sees the test pattern on the screen.

He feels a chill down his spine. He realizes that he is writing exactly what is happening to him.

He wonders if he is dreaming or hallucinating.

He wonders if he is in control of his own actions.

He wonders if he is in The Outer Limits.

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Tales from the crypt _John

 

The night was dark and stormy as John made his way through the deserted streets. He had always been fascinated by the supernatural, and tonight he was determined to find proof of its existence. As he walked, he came across an old, abandoned mansion. It was said to be haunted, and John couldn’t resist the temptation to explore.

He pushed open the creaky gate and made his way up the overgrown path to the front door. The wind howled as he pushed it open and stepped inside. The air was thick with dust and cobwebs, and the only sound was the creaking of the old wooden floorboards.

John explored the ground floor, but found nothing of interest. He made his way up the grand staircase to the second floor. As he reached the top, he heard a faint whispering coming from one of the rooms. He followed the sound and found himself in front of a large, ornate door.

He pushed it open and stepped inside. The room was empty, except for a large, antique mirror on the wall. John approached it and peered into its depths. Suddenly, he felt a cold hand on his shoulder. He spun around, but there was no one there.

He turned back to the mirror and gasped in horror as he saw a ghostly figure standing behind him. It was then that John realized that he had gotten more than he bargained for in his search for the supernatural.

The end.

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