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destructo-serpent wrote:

lundfamily3 wrote:

Waffle27 wrote:

I don't know exactly what is suposed to happen but the others rescue Trevor and get photographed and a monster comes and smashes the camera? (I think  )

Er... Why is getting photographed so bad for trevor? he can't transform, soooooooo

everyone gets photographed i think. then they dont want to be found out, or they'll have a problem.

and i think the monster is a giant
A. spider
B. crab
C. scorpion

Oh! oh! How about, a monster is breaking into a museum or something, and they follow it, trying to kill it. Then they get photographed and blamed for the break-in, but the monster comes along and breaks the camera?

do we read & review member's books? or anyone's books? or no ones books?
cause i'm starting a book. it's based on hollow earth theories. 

Last edited by destructo-serpent (2013-04-18 00:23:13)

Waffle27 wrote:

@Downstream idea ( )--I call a river otter!
#@Reviewing questions--For Arabian star book reviews you can review any book 

k, then we've dibbed the most awesomest and the cutest animals before the others got on. although it's my idea, and it's your collab, so I call it fair. xD

who likes the first chapter of my book?

Chapter 1: Meet Connor.

Connor slung his backpack over one shoulder. He hugged his parents once, and then walked out the front door. Connor was thirteen, and already a geography and geology expert. He also had some experience He loved rocks. And not just the expensive ones like diamonds and rubies, but actual rocks like slate, granite, and basalt. He lived with his parents in the suburbs of  Los Angeles. He had just been invited to a tour to a famous science laboratory in Washington, DC. They had had it in science class, a challenge send to three hundred different schools all over the US. Any students who wanted to enter had to write an incredibly advanced essay on the subject of geology, biology, chemistry,  programming, or medieval swordfighting. It was to be ten thousand words or longer, and be accurate and detailed. Even though programming and swordfighting were odd things to write about, many people entered the contest. The essays were sent to the lab, were fifty were chosen. The writers won a free trip to the lab for three months. They said that they would be going somewhere “extremely interesting, unseen, and odd.” It struck many people as a weird place. But Connor had entered an essay in geology. And he had won. Now a taxi had arrived to take him to the airport. A man who looked young, maybe twenty-eight, sat in the back.
“Connor Davis?”
“Yeah. Are you from the lab?”
“Yes. Get in. and we can go. I’ll explain to you about the trip on the way.”
Connor got in, rolled down his window, and waved to his parents, who waved back. Then the taxi started up and rolled slowly forward, quickly accelerating. Connor took a last look at his home before the taxi turned a quarter. Little did he know that from that moment on, his life was changed. Forever.

Ο Ο Ο

The man with Connor pulled a laptop computer out of a bag at his feet. He gestured to Connor’s backpack. “Take out yours.”
“There’s no networking here. I won’t be able to use the internet.”
“You don’t need networking for this.” He said. “Take out your computer.”
Connor pulled out his computer, puzzled. The man took what looked like a flash drive out of pocket and inserted it into his computer. A light on the back of the drive beeped. Connor’s computer repeated the beep. He looked at the screen, surprised. A window had appeared, saying:
_________________
|        talk?         |
|    [yes]   [no]    |
|_______________|

The man nodded. Connor clicked yes. The window disappeared, replaced with another, bigger one. It had a large empty space, then a black line, then a bar of empty space. Connor had seen this kind of window before. An IM program. Words flickered onto the screen.

David: Good. We’ve finally got some private communications set up. Now to business. My name is David. And, as you may have guessed by the essay topics and the location rumors, this is not an ordinary trip.
Connor stared at the screen. Then he typed a message. It appeared in the bar. He clicked a send button in the bottom corner.

Connor: yeah, I figured that. What’s this ‘business’? I assume you don’t mean the corporation sense of the word.

David replied. From then on, the conversation sounded like this:

David: this isn’t a field trip for education or enjoyment. This is a major scientific breakthrough. Only the highest members of the government know of it. It’s a place, untouched by man. Ever. And you, along with forty-nine other kids around your age, will be going there.

Connor: … …

David: I can’t explain much. That’s all I know. So don’t ask me any questions. I don’t have much security clearance.

Connor: you know about this breakthrough, don’t you? You must have a lot of security clearance to know that. And where is this place I’m going? I don’t suppose I can back out?

David: I can’t tell you where you’re going. I just said  that I don’t know. And no, you can’t back out. President’s orders. And you’ll get five thousand dollars. If you come back alive.

Connor: wait, WHAT?!?! I might not be coming back ALIVE?!?!?! This isn’t what I signed up for! Only fools trade their lives for money!!

David: can’t back out now, so there’s no point in ranting about it. You’ll receive more info at the lab. We’re almost at the airport.

David pulled the drive from his computer, and the IM screen closed.

Ο Ο Ο

Conner’s eyes widened. The taxi had dropped him and David off at the airport, David had paid the driver, and now they were facing the plane they were to take to  the capital. It was a Learjet, a private luxury plane. “Nice Ride. Does it come with a popcorn machine?”
“It has a Jacuzzi, a sixty-two inch flat-screen TV, and a snack bar with every kind of chips, candy, and soft drinks in the state.”
“But does it have a popcorn machine?”
“No. No popcorn machine.”

Connor’s face wilted into a mock disappointed expression. Then it changed to a huge grin. “When do we go?” “As soon as I deal with the ticket person.” David said, pulling a nightstick from his backpack and holding it like a baseball bat.
“Oohh. At least I get a bodyguard with a sense of humor. Do all of the kids get a guy like you?”
“Sadly, no. some of my colleagues are like talking to a sack of potatoes. Or a stick of nitroglycerine.” David said as he walked over to the ticket dealer.  Five minutes later, David had gotten clearance from the tower. They then walked to the plane. Suddenly a van sped around the corner. A man stood on a seat with his upper body protruding from a sunroof. A large machine gun was mounted in front of him. And it was pointed straight at Connor.

Last edited by destructo-serpent (2013-04-18 02:22:03)

Nomolos wrote:

^^Nice story, but the machine gun thing is a little abrupt. But I guess it is an awesome cliffhanger. 

well, i couldn't really make them announce they were coming     thanks 

Waffle27 wrote:

Nice story dserp! Here's the begining of [one of] my book[s]:

Marion’s mother let out one last, forlorn, cry before crumpling to the ground in a motionless heap. Cloaked in black, the heartless murderer stood with his back to the doorway. Next on the list was Marion’s father, who was now rushing to his wife’s side, a flood of tears cascading down his cheeks. And then were Marion and her brother Deric, who was still sleeping soundly in his bed across the hall.
    No one made a sound. Not even Marion, standing unseen in her parents’ doorway, said a word. Her lips parted in a scream, but no sound came out. Salty tears were streaming down her face uncontrollably. Marion yearned to run to her mother’s side, to hug her, wake her up from the endless sleep called death. But she couldn’t. Whenever she tried to move her legs, a sour pain would shoot into her chest, almost as if she were having a heart attack.
    Marion’s mother was dead.
    Nobody had seen her yet, not even her father, who was standing directly across from her when she entered, staring listlessly into space. He had uttered two incomprehensible words before grabbing Marion’s mother’s hand and making a mad dash towards the door. Then the person—thing—had killed Mrs. Garms with no apparent weapons on his body. Mrs. Garms had been ten feet away from it, and still it had killed her. Without a gun, without a weapon, without a sound, the thing had killed her.
    And Marion found that she wanted revenge.

nice 

Guys, who is writing at the moment?

Are you gonna put your book on this thread or somewhere else?

Yes! A jungle biome, desert, mountain/hilly, another one...

Where would you post it then? I want to read it.

HeHe! 

*shut it down! shut it down!* no,I'm joking, I dont want your cat to shut down your computer again, no matter how funny it is.

destructo-serpent wrote:

Waffle27 wrote:

HeHe! 

*shut it down! shut it down!* no,I'm joking, I dont want your cat to shut down your computer again, no matter how funny it is.

*whew* she decided watching birds out the window was more interesting then ruining mah posts.

so, how do you think i should release it?

Well, that last part was a little fuzzy (your cat should take a typing class) but i'm guessing it was along the lines of: "then theres l7 less e66ss ywait time5 ZFOR EAC*(@H CHAPTER>".



Um, I would say probably Chapter by Chapter.

Wow! *brainstorms names* Oh, theres a really good name generator thing online! Its on seventhsanctum, name generator. It gave me Jericho Hawk and now I'ma have to use that for one of my books!