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Status: Working on a so far nameless futuristic novel and a fantasy novel also w/out a name. I dislike both. I'm waiting for inspiration...

Books:
[coming soon]

Favorite Literature:
Harry Potter series
Enchanted Castle and Five Children and It by E. Nesbit
Code Orange by Caroline B. Cooney

Tips:
n/a so far

Other Links:
Well, my geek site, but I can't share the link
http://storynetwork.freeforums.org, J0j2's site

Last edited by Wickimen (2011-11-02 17:52:23)

^^Sure
Also, you misspelled my name in the main post lol

I finished Animal Farm! I loved it. Anyone else read it?

Nice!

Some updates to the megatopic will be happening in a few days, so don't be alarmed if your writer's page doesn't get updated to the first post.

My futuristic story thus far (it kind of sucks DX):

Prologue: Takeoff
    January 30, 2109.
    A pale gray early-morning sky yawned overhead, beginning a cool Thursday. Max Wickliff excitedly watched the crowds gathering on the street from his bedroom window. Today was the day the space pod took off, and he would be in it. He bounced nervously on his heels, paced around the bare white room, flung himself on the floor, then jumped up again almost instantly. He couldn’t possibly contain all of his energy. Outside the room, he heard his younger brother and little sister racing each other down the hallway. “Calm down,” their parents kept saying, but they were excited, too.
    Max joined Fynn, who was one year younger than him, and Simone, who was three years younger than him, in the hall.
    “What’s taking so long?” said Fynn, complainingly. “I thought we were leaving soon.”
    “I don’t know. We are, soon,” answered Max. He had heard this response from his mother eighteen times already in the past hour.
    “I don’t want to.” Simone fiddled nervously with a strand of dark brown hair.
    “We’ll be pioneers. Why wouldn’t you want to?” demanded Fynn. “It’s like going on the Mayflower to America, only better. We’re going on a spaceship. To outer space.”
    Simone frowned. “I still don’t want to.” She had learned all about the Mayflower in the Grade 1 History Unit. It hadn’t sounded fun to her. People had been cramped on the Mayflower and the food was stale.
    Fynn seemed to know what she was thinking. “It won’t be like the Mayflower,” he said scornfully. “That was in the sixteen hundreds.”
    Max tuned out their arguing. He stared down at the people gathering below. They were all waiting for the pod’s departure. They were making history.
    “What will living in a space colony like?” Simone asked.
    “How should I know?” Fynn said irritably. His gray eyes darkened. He looked pleadingly at Max. “Did Mom say when we’re leaving?”
    “Well,” Max began, but just then Mr. Wickliff entered the hallway, announcing that it was time to go.
    “Wait,” Max said. He surveyed his plain, empty white room one last time. In his pack were changes of clothes, a few snack cubes in a worn-out plastic bag, and the few old toys he’d be taking with him. He also saved room for his shoes, which would be taken off when he changed into the provided space jacket. His parents explained that the jacket would provide him with protection from extreme temperatures in case the temperature on the space pod got broken.
    “Are you ready, Max?” His mother stood at the door, holding Owen, who was three years old and asleep. His sandy light brown hair was tucked under a blue beanie cap to keep him warm on the way to the port. “He didn’t get very much sleep last night,” she explained.
    “Me, neither.”
    “Are you nervous? Nothing will go wrong It’s very safe; the pod’s been being worked on for a long time...”
    “I know. It’s not that...,” said Max, not entirely truthfully. “I’m just excited. That’s all.”
    “All right,” she said. “We should hurry. This is something we can’t be late for.”
    He laughed and followed her outside. He shivered at the cold air. “Will we be waiting outside of the pod for very long?” he said, anxiously.
    “Not too long,” Mrs. Wickliff assured him. “Everything is nearly ready for us.”
    “Okay...”
    The rest of the family met them outside the door, and they walked to the port. The monorail was closed for the important day. Everyone wanted to see the pod take its historic flight. The colonization of Galactic Colony USA was a big deal.
    Even Owen stirred at the buzz of the crowd. Max was amazed by how many people would see him flying off into space. He had said formal good-byes to his friends yesterday; now he wouldn’t see them again, except for holographic calls. I’ll wave to them from the window of the pod, he decided.
    They finally arrived at the port; it was a little over three quarters of a mile away. Max shifted uneasily. He was one of exactly one hundred and five people leaving for CG-USA; all of the main scientists who had been working on CG-USA, including Mr. and Mrs. Wickliff, and their families. One hundred five wasn’t very many. Only thirty-five of them would be leaving on this pod; two other pods would take off in various places around America. He wondered briefly if anything would go wrong.
    What if the pod crashed?

    Fynn had been arguing with Simone all morning. He was tired of it. He was, however, very energetic and eager to board the pod. He pulled his dark gray space jacket on over his clothes. It was a full body suit, with a top that looked almost like an everyday shirt, collared and zip-up, but it was made of thick rubbery material. The boots and gloves were black and made of the same kind of materials. They were given helmets, too, but those weren’t needed for a while.
    Fynn’s space jacket fit him fairly well, as did Max’s and Owen’s, but Simone’s sleeves hung awkwardly over her fingers and the legs fell almost to the tips of her boots. Fynn amused himself bothering her about it until his mother finally told him to go play.
    “Go play?” Fynn said indignantly. Besides being annoyed with being told to “go play” as if he were Owen’s age, he didn’t have anything to do. “Who with?”
    “There’s bound to be at least one boy your age around here. In any case, you need to stop arguing with your sister. But don’t go too far.”
    Fynn scowled and trudged off. He met a boy named Jay with spiky dark blond hair and freckles, who was nine, like him. They talked for a while about how excited they were to leave (though Fynn did so a little halfheartedly), until Simone came to pester them.
    “Go away,” Fynn said. “We’re busy.”
    “Can I talk with you guys? I’m bored.”
    Fynn and Jay exchanged looks. “I have an idea,” Fynn said suddenly. “Let’s play tag.”
    “Tag?” began Jay. “But...”
    Fynn silenced him with a quick, urgent glance. “No, no. It’ll be fun. The three of us.”
    Simone nodded. “Okay,” she said brightly.
    “Not it!” Fynn and Jay said in unison. “You’re it, Sim. C’mon,” Fynn said, running off. He and Jay darted in and out of the line, occasionally bumping into someone or each other. Simone couldn’t possibly chase them with her baggy space jacket. It kept tripping her and getting in the way of her feet. Jay’s own sleeves and pant legs were rolled up, but he was still faster and it wasn’t as big on him as Simone’s was on her.
    After about ten minutes of this, Fynn and Jay were enjoying themselves immensely, dodging out of the way just in time and leaving Simone breathlessly at their heels. “No fair!” she called angrily, but she didn’t give up running after them.
    “Stop teasing your sister, Fynn!” Mrs. Wickliff called.
    “We’re just playing...,” he said innocently.
    “Get back in line now.”
    He joined the rest of his family reluctantly. “I don’t get it,” he said. “Standing around you tell me to go play. Then I did and now you say, come back now please.” He looked expectantly at her.
    “You know,” she started, then sighed and broke off. “Fine. Fynn, just please don’t be like this the whole trip. We’re moving and I don’t want this to be a bad experience for all of us.”
    “It won’t be,” protested Fynn. “Jeez.”
    His hair was stuck up at odd angles, as it was prone to be. Mrs. Wickliff attempted to smooth it and he ducked out of the way. “Later,” he said.

    Simone squeezed Owen’s hand nervously as the pod steps were opened. “Put on your helmet now, honey,” her mother said to Max. “Where’s Fynn got to now?... Oh, never mind...” she sighed. She bent to help Simone and Owen get their helmets on. Simone didn’t like it, but she kept it on. The visor made everything appear tinted darker.
    “Hey,” Fynn’s voice greeted her. “You look like a bug.”
    “I do not!”
    “Fynn,” Mr. Wickliff warned.
    “What?” He threw up his hands.
    “Put your helmet on... we’re going to leave in a few minutes,” Mrs. Wickliff said.
    “No.”
    “Fynn!”
    He sighed dramatically and fastened the helmet on. “Is that good, Mom?”
    She inspected it. “Perfect.”
    “Ha, ha,” Simone said. “Now you look like a bug, too.”
    Mrs. Wickliff performed a quick head count; all six of them were present. Owen announced, “I’m hungry.”
    “When we board the pod, you can have a snack cube,” his mother promised.
    Simone shivered nervously. “Is it safe?”
    Mrs. Wickliff took her hand. “Of course it’s safe.”
    “Fynn says it isn’t.”
    “No, I didn’t. I just said maybe...”
    “Please don’t.”
    The line moved slowly. Mrs. Wickliff made sure everyone was there again. Soon they were towards the front of the line.
    “Are you all ready?”

    Max boarded the pod apprehensively. He glanced uncertainly at the faces behind him: those of the flight attendants, and the crowd watching, and the others in line.
    “I don’t think I am,” he objected, but quietly.
    He looked around with a deepening sense of dread. “I can’t see through the windows from the outside,” he said with rising panic. “The people out there can’t see us!”
    “Well, no.” Mrs. Wickliff ushered him in further.
    “We can’t wave good-bye?”
    Other passengers pushed past. Max fumbled absently with the zipper of his space jacket.
    “Don’t play with that,” his father instructed him. “You need to keep it on.”
    Max nodded silently. He shakily settled himself in a black plastic seat between Simone and Fynn. An attendant came around and buckled everybody’s harness securely, asking as she did so, “Are you all ready?”

    Three minutes until takeoff. Max felt all he had been doing this morning was waiting. He stared blankly out the window at the faces outside.
    Two minutes until takeoff. Max clasped his hands together. They felt slippery with sweat.
    One minute until takeoff.
    “Are you nervous?” Fynn whispered.
    “Yeah.”
    “Me, too.”
    Thirty seconds until takeoff. Max gripped the harness until his knuckles turned white. He glanced around and saw Simone and Fynn were, too. Owen’s head rested on their mother’s shoulder and he yawned sleepily; so he wasn’t worried.
    Ten seconds. Max squeezed his eyes shut.
    Five.
    Four.
    Three.
    Two.
    One.

What's with all the story topics these days?

calebxy wrote:

Andres-Vander wrote:

What's with all the story topics these days?

Stories are cool.

Good stories are

Wickimen wrote:

Any critique? Pretty please? I wasted like 2 hours of my life on it

As I said on Story Network, I think that that is really really good!

Posting some poems soon 

In writing i'm writing a story about a boy who is obsessed wiith Planet Starlight:Chasers Excellent (does anyone get the refrence? Anyone?)Its from Regular Show   

Last edited by Animeboy975 (2011-11-06 08:39:14)

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Status: Writin' somthing big 
Title: Reader/Writer
Currently Reading: Eldest (Eragon Series)
Currently Writing: Somthin' cool 

Books:
Teh big thing I'm working on

Tutorials:
Nuffin'

Reviews:
Nuffin'

Favorite Literature:
D.J. Machale

Recommended Books:
The Pendragon Series
Morpheus Road: The Light
(Both by DJ Machale)

Tips:
Don't make a wordwall.

Other Links:
Story network (can't find link atm)

Phrase:
Yeah, this is my stuff.

Last edited by owetre18 (2011-11-05 18:33:59)