YUYA! you need to set an end date for this contest already!

400 years ago the Great Internal Facebook War ripped away the whole of the internet, leaving the poke feature. 200 years ago, we found that our water supply was contaminated with a chemical called Unobtanium which violently explodes upon close contact, consequently we lost our hearing too. And today, I poked my girlfriend, DURP, 20 miles away. She poked me back every 20 seconds meaning that she is in love with me.

POKE POKE POKE POKE.
And then I would reply POKE poke, POKE POKE POKE POKE?
She would reply, po-po-poke!

But one day, I mistakenly poked... a different woman living just a mile away. This turned out... to be interesting. I made better poking friends with her. She communicated and was enthusiastic that this world could be a better place if STYROFOAM were edible. She told me a fantastic story of a BOOK that tore herself to shreds upon reading that she was Twilight. And a beautiful story of a CARDBOARD BOX who died when his secrets were unfolded.

Then... DURP found out. She poked me furiously, every 0.2 seconds. It was poke hemorrhage. So I blocked her in my mind. Though this made everything worse.

I suddenly heard a knock on the door. HOLY GOD, IT WAS DURP!

I tapped, "POKE POKE POKE?! POOOOOKE!!!!"

She replied sickly, "POKE."

Then she took me by my hand and we flew off into space and time. We then exploded into fireworks ranging from ones that were 50 feet to 100 feet in radius. Our maximum height for the firework was 200 feet. The temperature that day was about 75 degrees fahrenheit, 70% humidity and was fair condition with a slight chance of rain. This made everybody in the area slightly upset since they did not know what this really meant.

And I personally have no idea what I just wrote.

The End.

"One upon a time. Yes, once upon a time, it never gets old. So, once upon a time a child sat on a cardboard box at his mothers computer while she was cleaning his room. Now, remember, the poison means that people can't be near each other, but for some reason only mothers were allowed near their children. Something about the child coming from the mother, how they're apart of each other, it's very weird but it's okay because it moves the story along.
So the child sat, and he saw one of Mommy's friends. He thought, "Oh! Mommy will want me to poke him!" So he did, and he thought he did a wonderful thing when suddenly, later at night, his momma saw the poke and knew things would go wrong. As she watched her friend's Book page, she saw that his girlfriend never poked him back. "Oh no!" she thought, "Now the woman thinks that--OH SNAP!" and as she was running out to make things clear between her friend, she tripped on Styrofoam and fell."
The man's daughter sat up in bed.
"....Dad, what kind of a story was that?"
"A very good story sweetie, you wanted one you got it!"
His son stared at him. "Dad, that sucked. Mom!" he yelled. "Come tell a story, dad failed!"


The end. : )

I think I would commit suicide if this ever happened.

i tried. it'd be better if it could be longer, but enjoy!

Poke. It was only a poke. Or, at least, that’s how it started: a simple poke. And on The Book, too. Of course it wasn’t in person, not after The Accident…
I mean, so what? I poked Todd. Sounds like nothing, right?
Well…. let me start at the beginning.
Before the FB Wars, before The Accident, before we were forced to live in isolation, there was Todd. Todd was amazing, my best friend, and had been since we were toddlers. And I loved him, more than anyone else. But of course, we were just friends, Todd said, and besides, there was the matter of his girlfriend, Elizabeth, who supposedly loved him, even though she sometimes abused him.
Which is how this all started, really. Not just a poke, but a slap. Elizabeth’s slap.
After that, Todd came to me. He was in shock, and I was his best friend, after all, and he didn’t know where else to go. But in his emotional state, things between us got out of hand…
I loved that night. It was the best night of my life.
But it was wrong. Todd had cheated on Elizabeth with me. And we could never tell her, or anyone, for fear of what she would do. And no one did find out. The secret was safe, hidden away in a mental cardboard box where no one would see.
And then there was The Accident. It was the worst thing to happen to us, but at least the secret was safe.
Until I poked him. God, how could I be that stupid? Because right then, Elizabeth knew. She knew what we had done. I don’t know how, but in the moment of that poke, she knew.
And she came after me. Even though that single act would kill us both.
I could tell when she started getting close. It felt like my heart was getting squeezed into oblivion. She had triggered the deadly aspect of that cursed poison we all had within us, which we had been exposed to during The Accident. And the closer she got, the more likely we would both die.
But apparently, the poison reacted differently on each person. While I felt as though I was being wrung out like wet laundry, Elizabeth looked like she was melting. Her face reminded me of a Styrofoam packing peanut when it’s placed in water. She looked terrible, but that didn’t stop her from coming at me.
“WHAT DID YOU DO?!” she screamed, although it came out a bit gurgled. I thought I was dead, until I remembered: The Fail Safe Button. We were all given it by the government, in case we got too close to one another. I grabbed it, and, without hesitation, pushed the button and ran. I knew I wouldn’t make it far, but hopefully, I would be far enough, before…
KABOOM!
And I was safe. Because Elizabeth was no more.