madbunnygal wrote:
destructo-serpent wrote:
madbunnygal wrote:
Ok! Do you know whether their characters know about their powers?they dont' but maybe the powers peek out once.
what we have so far.
Homeroom: 7:00pm
Social studies: 7:30pm
Science: 8:30 pm
Lunch: 9:00
The list seemed to go on forever. Ethan had to read the whole schedule. The whole thing. He liked his school in Edmonton better. At least there, he had known the class times. Now he had to replace those words and numbers in his brain with these new ones. He sighed. So boring. It was 2016; you’d think they’d know how to make a schedule interesting. But no, it had to be a long list of classes and times. Ethan was fifteen, tall, slightly tanned, and had blue eyes. His hair was blonde-brown, and somewhat spiky. He had just moved here to Denver from Edmonton, Canada, because his mother had just died of TB, and his father couldn’t get a job in the oil mines. Ethan kept scanning the schedule. Than someone bumped him from the side.Hard. He jumped aside before he could be unbalanced. Tony was standing there. Tony was eighteen, and built like a barrel. He was also the biggest bully in the school. “What’s wrong, coward? Can’t fight me?” making a bring it on gesture with his hands. That got Ethan.
"I could've sworn I saw his eyes flash gold," whispered an awed student.
"Just for a second there..."
The rumours went on and on, but Ethan ignored them. Five minutes later, he was walking away. Tony was hunched over, with bruises all over his body. Ethan knew he would get in huge trouble for using karate on someone like that, but he didn’t really care. Tony had it coming. It was his own fault for messing with him. Little did he know that that moment would change his life forever. No one noticed, could have noticed, the presence in the room. An ancient presence. A powerful presence. And as Ethan walked out the door to go to homeroom, it was watching him.
Melody inched down the hallway, keeping her eyes on her feet. Maybe today Tony would choose someone else to pick on…She sighed. One could only hope.
Suddenly, there was a small commotion near Tony’s locker. “Can’t fight me?” Well, guess who? Tony. Mel backed away a little, before realizing that the bully wasn’t talking to her, but the new kid. Mel racked her brain, but couldn’t come up with the boy’s name. Uncertainly, Mel stayed to watch.
That was when it happened. For the briefest second, Mel could have sworn his eyes were gold. Just for an instant, and then the unnatural color was gone.
“I could’ve sworn I saw his eyes turn gold,” Mel whispered, awed, to a peer. Usually, she didn’t talk to fellow students, but this—this was special, Mel was sure. Could she have been the only one to see the strange occurrence?
No. Now everyone was confirming her sight. “Just for a second there…” agreed one student. “Pure gold…” murmured another.
The new kid began to pummel Tony, which made Mel laugh despite herself. Finally, someone was beating the bully for a change! The laughter didn’t last long. Soon, the new kid was walking away from a bruised and beat up Tony.
Kids cleared the hallways. Now that the excitement was over, they all needed to get to class. Melody knew that some teachers, especially Mr. Whitbocker, could be harsh with the late kids.
Forming a rare smile, Melody turned to go to Home Room.
She ignored the feeling that she and Tony were not the only ones remaining the halls.
Ethan now disliked this school even more. He constantly had to look over his shoulder in case Tony was planning on surprising him as revenge for being humiliated like that. Ethan now took precautions and sat behind and to the side of Tony in every class. Ethan was finishing Social Studies and in the hallway to science when he saw it. Thin strands of purple mist were swirling by the ceiling. As Ethan watched, they seemed to congregate into a figure. It was looking at him.
∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞
Suddenly Ethan’s vision blacked out. It was only for a second, but when he regained his sight, something was wrong. The purple figure had gone, but that wasn’t what was strange. What was was that he could see everything he could see rust on the vents in the roof all the way down the hall. Ethan shook his head, and his vision returned to normal. ‘That was weird’ he thought. ‘Whatever’ he walked down the hall to go to science.
As soon as the final dismissal bell rang, the hallways were crammed with the usual after school traffic. Friends were hanging at lockers or texting each other from down the hall, most people were chattering about the fight in the morning. Mel however was carrying out her normal routine and heading upstairs to the school library.
She walked home, and her dad always expected her at around 4:15, fifteen minutes after the library closed.
“Hello, Mel, how are you today?” If librarians were allowed to choose favorites, Mel would be Mr. Morris’s. Every day after school, Melody came to help sort books, laminate covers, or sometimes just read quietly. He never asked, Melody just did. It was part of her daily routine.
“Fine, Mr. Morris, how are you?”
“Swell,” Mr. Morris said, returning to his computer, where he was methodically scanning books. Melody set down her backpack and meandered among the bookshelves, searching for an unfamiliar cover.
Ethan dropped his book on advanced robotics and rushed to the window, were the ant stood outside on the playground, watching him. Suddenly it jumped at Ethan. The thin glass didn’t restrain it at all, and Ethan jumped backwards to avoid getting cut by the shimmering shards. Now the ant was in the library, and it looked as if it was out for blood. His blood. He quickly scanned the library until he saw a janitor’s cart in the corner. He pulled out a mop and snapped off the end, leaving him with a pretty good bo staff. He spun it around at the ant, pushing it back. Then he started attacking it, whipping blows at the legs and head, the areas that weren’t protected by a steel-like shell. But they weren’t doing anything. Then Ethan noticed the girl standing by the chairs. “Little help here?” he called as he kept slapping at the ant. The girl looked around. Then she picked up a book and threw it. It hit the ground just short of the ant’s side, causing it to turn. Ethan raised his makeshift bo staff into the air. When the ant turned back to face him, he slammed it down as hard as he could. The ant’s mandibles were crushed by the force, but Ethan’s staff was broken. No problem, he thought. He now had a short stick with a splintered, sharp end. If he could just get at the ant’s stomach… Then the girl helped again. She had grabbed a bottle of cleaning fluid from the janitor’s cart. She stomped her foot, and the ant turned to face her. Then she sprayed the poisonous fluid into the ants face. It reared on it’s back legs. Ethan couldn’t pass up this chance. He rolled forward between the ants legs and braced the stick against the ground, point up. Then he lay as low as he could. It was dangerous, he knew, but it was the only hope. Then the ant crashed down, straight onto the stick. It screamed horribly. Ethan let go of the stick and covered his ears. The girl did the same. Then the ant jumped aside. “Oh, come ON. Die already!” Ethan grumbled. Then he jumped at the ant, gripping it with two hands to hang on to it’s back. Suddenly he felt heat beneath his hands. The ant screamed and tried to jump away, but it seemed too weak. It collapsed to the ground. Then Ethan saw the burns. Where his hands had been were burns. They were so intense, they had gone through the shell and terminated the ant’s vital organs. “What the-“ Ethan said. He checked his hands. They were fine. “What was that?”That is awesome!! So now do nomo shadow and I have to continue on from there?
that is so cool! 1 thing - the beginning of the fight scene. it could be a little more exciting. but hey! this is awesome!
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Well this is my story so far . Hope everyone likes!!!
He was alone and lost and so very, very sad. . .
The howling demons of the wind cackled and grasped at his thin, ragged cloak. “Mother!” he screamed, his young voice rent with anguish. “There’s no one,” hissed the banshee-like wind, “no one at all!” The child stumbled a few steps then fell. Dry, bone-hard dust settled inside his mouth as he spluttered on the ground, nearly picked up and thrown down again by the vicious wind. Tears dribbled down the sticky mess of blood and soil caking his face. He fought to his feet, only to be pushed down to his knees again. “Please,” he called desperately. “Please. . .”
The child was weak and the dark was strong. The boy felt strength, his last, seeping from his limbs into the night. A darkness covered him, but it was a beautiful darkness, gentle though fierce, soft and all-enveloping. . . No, he thought fuzzily, say it. He shot bolt upright, heart pounding. Say it! It was forbidden knowledge, he had learnt, hanging round the edge of adult’s conversations. He couldn’t! It was breaking the Oath! The darkness sang to him to forget it, sleep. But. . . For his life! Yes! And he screamed its name into the wind, the Third of the Six Great Beings, and knew no more.
Then there was pain, and the pain sang to him everywhere, throbbing from his mouth, shaking his spindly frame. But it was a pretty pain somehow, and the black flames that surrounded him were cool and soothing to the touch. He knew with an awful certainty that his tongue had been ripped out by the force of the word he had cried, but strangely he didn’t care. Lying as he was in some sort of dreamworld, he had no need for a tongue. He had a new name too. Struggling through night and day had left him with no memory of his previous name, but his new name was Beltan. Beltan. He liked that name. And sometimes, when the pain grew too fierce, and his tongueless mouth shrieked at him, he would feel a calming peace in his mind, and the words Rest, Beltan. Little did he know who it was.
For 41 days and 41 nights he lay in the black-fire world, healing, resting, becoming whole again. Gradually he realized there was a presence near him, protecting him, guarding him, and mentally talked to it, the guardian as he called it. A roll of man laughter would boom in his head whenever he thought sentences at it, but the guardian talked back, and they soon were mutual friends. And time passed as time will, Beltan’s hair growing inky black and his eyes lightening to a piercing blue. He knew he must go soon, but was too happy and content to care. And then the Turner came.
His first warning was a flicker, a curl of the black flames, and then crackle! the flames disappeared. Beltan leant forward, and slowly his body tilted upright. What is it? he asked the guardian silently.
A Turner from the Fourth-- A dangerous creature. replied the guardian, his voice heavy with anger. Stay here! There was a snap, and then Beltan was locked still. The guardian vanished with a brisk splop, the air flooding into the space where he had been. I’m not staying here, thought Beltan grimly. Unleash! he snapped. Nothing happened. Unleash!! he cried furiously. The air around him seemed to quiver and then snapped back. Beltan put all his power, anger and rage into the word and roared UNLEASH!!!!! It was like breaking a dam in his mind. Thoughts, ideas and feelings rushed forward, throwing him out of the shell like a toy. Stop... he thought dimly. Monster... Guardian... Help... But the torrent of thoughts was too much for him. With a sigh, Beltan collapsed, lying limp and floppy like a broken rag doll.
Next I have a fight scene between the guardian and the Turner, who tries to get Beltan. The guardian attempts to save him, but is too late. . .
This is a kind of fantasy story I've written. The boy Beltan is dreaming everything that happened to him, the wakes up in an old stone hut in the mountains. . .
Please comment!
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Okay, well um...hi?
Your story is really descriptive, and at parts a little too descriptive in my opionion but it was really good and and pretty unique plot, so continue writing it!
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bookworm7214 wrote:
Well this is my story so far
. Hope everyone likes!!!
He was alone and lost and so very, very sad. . .
Please comment!
um.. what does this have to do with AN?
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destructo-serpent wrote:
bookworm7214 wrote:
Well this is my story so far
. Hope everyone likes!!!
He was alone and lost and so very, very sad. . .
Please comment!um.. what does this have to do with AN?
It is writing I suppose.
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I can't write much today, I have a conference session coming up.
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Waffle27 wrote:
destructo-serpent wrote:
bookworm7214 wrote:
Well this is my story so far
. Hope everyone likes!!!
He was alone and lost and so very, very sad. . .
Please comment!um.. what does this have to do with AN?
It is writing I suppose.
still, they should post it on room of books or something. we dont review books. at least we dont that i know of.
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No, we don't write reviews on books, except for the newspaper, which is mostly on outside books anyway.
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Waffle27 wrote:
No, we don't write reviews on books, except for the newspaper, which is mostly on outside books anyway.
so they should post somewhere else
on to other things.
What should we do about Liamadams? all he does is post our banner
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destructo-serpent wrote:
Waffle27 wrote:
No, we don't write reviews on books, except for the newspaper, which is mostly on outside books anyway.
so they should post somewhere else
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on to other things.
What should we do about Liamadams? all he does is post our banner![]()
Report him for spam.
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Nomolos wrote:
destructo-serpent wrote:
Waffle27 wrote:
No, we don't write reviews on books, except for the newspaper, which is mostly on outside books anyway.
so they should post somewhere else
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on to other things.
What should we do about Liamadams? all he does is post our banner![]()
Report him for spam.
yeah, i guess so. have u already? or should i?
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destructo-serpent wrote:
Nomolos wrote:
destructo-serpent wrote:
so they should post somewhere else![]()
on to other things.
What should we do about Liamadams? all he does is post our banner![]()
Report him for spam.
yeah, i guess so. have u already? or should i?
Nope, I haven't
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Nomolos wrote:
destructo-serpent wrote:
Nomolos wrote:
Report him for spam.yeah, i guess so. have u already? or should i?
Nope, I haven't
k, i will.
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now i should write the battle scene.
EDIT: as soon as i remember which battle scene that was....
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Okay. All I have of my part is the part I already posted and the Yulognite has began his speech on thier powers. Im not good at speeches, etc. so if someone wants to edit it to make it more dramatic afterwards, tthat would be great. If not, ah well.
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The battle scene was the one before my part, where they have nothing tofight with and theres the monsters and such.
Or thats what I would have posted after , but the 60 second rule....
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Waffle27 wrote:
The battle scene was the one before my part, where they have nothing tofight with and theres the monsters and such.
Or thats what I would have posted after , but the 60 second rule....
k. bunch of myrmekes, no powers, no armor. got it. i'll start.
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has anyone wrote up to the part where they see the myrmekes?
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destructo-serpent wrote:
Waffle27 wrote:
The battle scene was the one before my part, where they have nothing tofight with and theres the monsters and such.
Or thats what I would have posted after , but the 60 second rule....k. bunch of myrmekes, no powers, no armor. got it. i'll start.
It doesnt have to be all Myrekes, remember? I thought you were going to do various monsters then we would replace my start with that end, but if you want to do Myrmekes you can.
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Waffle27 wrote:
destructo-serpent wrote:
Waffle27 wrote:
The battle scene was the one before my part, where they have nothing tofight with and theres the monsters and such.
Or thats what I would have posted after , but the 60 second rule....k. bunch of myrmekes, no powers, no armor. got it. i'll start.
It doesnt have to be all Myrekes, remember? I thought you were going to do various monsters then we would replace my start with that end, but if you want to do Myrmekes you can.
i thought they would fight some myrmekes that grouped, then they would see a bunch of various monsters grouped together, which my previous battle scene was, and the yugolunite would appear right b4 the monsters attack.
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Can someone find nomo's charecter sheet? It isn't on the wiki, and ai need it since I am writing the part where Ula meets him and Stripes.
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Okay, that sounds good. I'll adjust my begining later, I'm still in my lazy morning mood.
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lundfamily3 wrote:
Can someone find nomo's charecter sheet? It isn't on the wiki, and ai need it since I am writing the part where Ula meets him and Stripes.
ill look for it b4 i write the bttle scene.
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Also, for dedication, we could dedicate SS to the ST. You know, because with out Sratch it wouldn't have been created.
Also... You guys realize we could actually publish these, right?
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That would be so cool to get it published. They're really good ideas, and of course really good writing. It would be possible, for sure.
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