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To be pretty quick about this xD. Heres my idea for a story i'm writing. Characters: - *Main Hero* - Kari - Best friend of main hero. Provides assistance and support in a major role - Samantha - Medic. Friend of main hero and everybody else. um...gives medical assistance? Is a crew chief on the black hawk. - Marlene - Weapons Expert. Friend of main hero and best friend of Samantha. Crew chief on the black hawk. - Nao - Is kidnapped. First appearance in the rampaging scarab as a mirage. Likes Main Hero. - Johnson xDDDD - Constant frequent flier with the crew. Friend with main hero. Passenger. So it all starts off with a dream about the past. Then before the main character dies in the dream, he finds himself in school getting hit in the head with a book, Then leads off from there. Misc. Bosses from video games and what not. Magic. War. Romance. Maybe some adult themes and sexuality. More Romance. And then there was timmy...well hes not really needed but hes there. So anyways. Yeah. ~Doomlight P.S. when i get the chance ill update the main page 
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Sounds cool! Weapons, violence magic... why does it remind me of Kingdom hearts? Bizarre... anyways, good luck!   |
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woah. it's almost 2 months of no post in here... I'm out of writing ideas. But somehow i've been reading many books :x since it's holiday. Guess i should get back to write in the few weeks of holiday xD
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I would like to join!! @ all- I've read a few of the other stories here, and they're all so good!! I hope my stories do this thread justice! Here is a chapter from a vampire story I'm writing... I hope you like it! Chapter One I almost couldn’t believe my eyes. There she was, stepping so softly from the darkest corner of my bed chamber. The moon rimmed her head with an angelic halo. Her brown curls cascaded around her shoulders. I hadn’t sensed her presence when I first entered the room, but she was there. Standing so bravely before me, but why? I tried to search her thoughts but they told me nothing, I found only the black abyss of a mental block. How could she have learned to close her mind to a vampire? For a moment I stopped the whirlwind of questions in my head and allowed myself to slip into a dream like state. I closed my eyes trying to remember the first time I had sensed her presence. I could feel it now, but I hadn’t before simply because I was used to her presence being around. I hadn’t realized how long she had been in my life; unseen and unheard but there. Looking on my life as an angel might watch god’s people. For close to a year this young mortal woman had silently watched the life I shared with my only companion, Paul. I could easily remember the night when I first laid eyes on her. I was sitting at my piano, as I did on most nights. Playing a morbid tune, one of loneliness and regrets, Paul was sitting in his library reading. I believe I sensed her presence but thought nothing of it. Perhaps I was sensing a woman Paul had picked up on his evening out. I had forgotten my hands, completely lost in the beautiful essence of the presence. I went on playing; my hands took on a mind of their own. Slowly I began to gaze out the window in particular; perhaps I knew she was just under the balcony. I was not really looking at anything; if anyone had walked into the room they probably would have wondered what had gotten into me. To any mortal eye it would have looked as if I were transfixed with a rose. But only mere moments passed before the girl rose from her position. She seemed to appear on the balcony much too quickly to be human, but she didn’t have the aura of a vampire. What is this creature standing in front of me now? “Mi amor, what brings you here tonight? And in such fine dress, one might think I they were in hevan!†I broke the resounding silence with my heavily accented Spanish voice. “What brings you to me love?†“I want to know about your lord.†She demanded without the slightest hesitation. “My lord?†I ask trying to hold back a laugh, “my dear we don’t have a lord. We have only other vampires, and even then one hardly ever befriends a strange vampire. No, my love we govern ourselves, and do was we please.†“But the diaries,†she starts, and I don’t know what she is speaking of. I notice that she too has an accent. I guess that it is english with, perhaps, a hint of a French timbre. “The diaries of Bastiaan talk about the spirit of a goddess in Egypt! They say she is at the core of the king, and the king is the core of all vampires!†The smile I had been wearing faded. The mortal vampire hunter knew about the core? It was a bad shock at first, and then I realized I shouldn’t worry. She knew very little and would pose no threat to the father. “I know of the father's spirit, but of the diaries I know nothing. Besides Bastiaan doesn’t seem like the type to keep records. “If you tell me about the core I will grant your freedom from the vampire hunters.†Had she just offered me freedom from the vampire hunters? This time I could not hold my laughter in. Freedom from something that could never harm me, in exchange for the most secret of vampire tales. No, I would need something more than that, and I had known all along what I wanted. “My dear, I have no need for freedom from the vampire hunters. If they are strong enough to kill me then I do indeed deserve to die. You will have to offer me more than that my love.†I ventured closer to her, just to test her reaction. I was so close to what I had wanted for so long, and I was not about to let it sip away. “I’ll give you anything you want.†she blurted out. I had to wonder if she would regret that, but it wouldn’t matter in the big picture. She would not leave my room as a human, wether she gave into me or not. “Are you sure I could have anything?†I asked, playing with her nerves some. “Anything, just as long as you tell me about the core.†she was so desperate her mental block dropped and her thoughts flooded into my head. I could see a dark room but I could not see anyone in it. She was standing there listening to a voice coming from the darkness. She had been sent by the person she called lord, and her mission was to learn about the core. I could feel a shard of pain in the memory, but I wasn’t yet sure what it was. “You see my love all I really want is you.†Her heart jumped at my words. “He wants me?†she thought. I let her mind run away with her, trying my best to stay out of her head. She didn’t speak for ages, she just stood there and stared into my eyes. I grew slightly impatient and began to take greedy little peeks into her mind. She was desperately trying to hide these thoughts from me. Memories of her family and her fiance. Random sentences of some kind of ‘code’ were being shouted into her head. She struggled to keep me out and finally the pictures in her head stopped. Her lips parted and her eyes reconnected with mine. I was closer to her now and she hadn’t realized it. Her reflexes took over and she tried to step back, but stopped her using my hand to pull her close to me. My body was still warm from my hunt, my features soft and filled with color. I almost looked human as I waited for her with baited breath. SHe did not reply with words, I don’t believe she could find the words to say. She just lifted her long dark curls form her neck. It was all the invitation I needed. My hand pressed against her back; molding her curves with my strong frame. My lips touched the flesh of her neck. I kissed it for the longest moment. “Let go of your past and become my lover. “ I whispered against her skin. A shiver erupted from her and I seized this opportunity to pierce her neck with my fangs. She let out a soft moan her body gripped by the pull of my mouth. I was lost in ecstasy. Never had I experienced such a sensual pleaser. Her body relaxed and I allowed my memories of the father spirt pour into her. The image of his grand tomb filled my head. The experience of his blood, The story of his lover Sekhmet; the Egyptian goddess that would drink blood. It was her spirit inside the very heart of all vampires. I let it all over whelm her until I had taken her to the limit. She was weakened so that the full weight of her drained body was upon me. I picked her up as a mortal might carry a feather and I laid her on the bed. “Take my blood and live with me forever, my dear Vittoria.†She looked up at me with wide eyes. The shouts of the code rampaging in her mind again. A stubborn will to remain loyal to a man she didn’t love, filled her heart. “The decision is yours. “ I assured her and to my surprise she reached up with all her remaining strength and pulled my hand towards to her mouth. She used the edge of a metal claw to create a small wound. She brought this to her lips pulling my life force away from me so gently. This time I was filled with images of her childhood, a happy young girl with the same beautiful eyes and chocolate brown curls. I took my hand away when she had, had enough. Her eyes remained shut her lips slightly parted her curls pressed against her skin. I leaned foreword and stroked her face pulling a strand of hair from her cheek. I kissed her so softly, feeling the damp of her lips. She sighed and began to drift in to a peaceful unconsciousness as I ran my hands through her luscious hair. She laid in my arms for close to an hour. Her body was slowly beginning to die, but her warmth never left her and it never would. Her skin would become pale and flawless, her hair would be eternally radiant but she would always keep her mortal warmth. I watched these changes take place in a trance. The moonlight casting shafted shadows across her still features. I hadn’t observed the change in myself or in my only other child of darkness. I had witnessed Paul’s transformation as a novice. I had been so caught up in myself I didn’t bother to find the beauty in it. Her eyes opened, slowly her chest rose with a mortal need for air. She smiled at me and I could see that her fanged teeth had already fully developed. Pure white and razor sharp, deadly but beautiful. Her skin was already as smooth and bright as fine marble, but she was still warm to the touch. “Benedicto,†she whispered. I swooned at the sound of my name on her tong. She sat up bringing a hand to my face. I could feel the affection she held for me but I knew that her memories would never let her feel love for me. I knew that her past as a vampire hunter would make everything so painful for her. She would never say that she wanted me, but yet she would always hunger for my blood. “You must feed love, but we do not have time to hunt.†I took her hand in mine and set it down on her lap. She was sitting with her legs tucked under her skirts, her hair had fallen from the pins that held it and her curls fell past her back now and pooled around her hips. The sun was rising in the distance, she was so quiet on the rustle of her fine garments could be heard as she looked about with her new eyes. I walked out onto the balcony and hopped into the pleasure garden below, returning with a fat rat. I turned from her to slit the rat and pour the blood into a fine crystal glass. I handed it to her and watched in awe as she brought it to her lips. She let the crimson elixir fill her with pleasure. She sighed with content but did not say a thing about it. “I apologize that you had to taste such cold blood on the first night in your new life.†I took her waist and lifted her off the bed as a child might lift a doll. “It was not terrible.†she said softly, smiling sadly at the dim light in the distance. I led her into the room where Paul and I kept our coffins. His was already fastened for the night; he had always been an early sleeper and a late riser. I allowed Vittoria to climb in before mine. I followed after her; wrapping my arms around her waist. She fell asleep instantly, settling against my chest. I laid awake watching her sleep. Her soft skin against the silken lining of the coffin was so beautiful it was worthy of a paining. The nature of which would not be questioned, because everyone would know it was an angle nestled next to a devil. Everyone would want to look upon the beauty of the artist’s painting; never to know that a being of such allure truly exists. After quite a time I too would fall asleep. Sweet dreams of my lover’s childhood gracing my mind. I had never felt such comfort as I felt on that night.  |
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@Riza: a good story!^^ btw, thanks for the writing structure you gave me, I did the test yesterday^^\ minna: I'm not continue the Aaron's story... I'm now making a new story "Kalpataru:The Tree of Life"  |
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@ Schaz - you're welcome!! Thanks for the comment on my story! |
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Epilogue Kalpatarus are trees that brings life to this world. They have the magic of life. At first there are a lot of them, and in the Past, everything, including humans, are protecting them. But now, people no longer believe in them and story about them. Today, by logging (either legal or illegal) humans are killing those trees. Only three of these Kalpataru live right now. one in the Amazon, one in Kalimantan, and one in Madagascar. every kind of life forms but humans are trying to protect the Kalpataru, but this never ends good, because humans with their stuff are too strong. Everything but humans know that IF the last Kalpataru died, then the other living things in the world will dead, because we need the magic of life to keep everything live. (will be contined) |
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Welcome Risa and Schaz is back 8D! Another short story from me. Dedicate to Sayuri and Temmy The “Parade†I’m sitting on top of a cardboard, strum endlessly on my guitar, singing for the world. Waiting… I’m waiting for it to come. I’m waiting for them to come up to me and said “We love your singing. Would you sing for us? Because whenever you sing it would make us calm while we’re going to do our homework.†I smiled and nodded, pleased by this compliment. They would sit next to me. Open theirs bag and pull out their own homework. I start singing the next line of the song. They didn’t talk much. But as I strumming and singing, people stop by and gave me some nickel or dollar into my makeshift hat. Some teenagers would sit near me and does the something as the first 2 girls, who are now sitting beside me, silently doing their own homework. I took a glance on the book. It was biology. I smiled. Never learn that subject when I was schooling. People around me are starting to get more crowded. They know which song I am singing from. They smiled. Some from the crowd are couples. Others are just best friends. When I’m going to jump into the chorus. The girls beside me started to sing along. People that walk by stop on what they’re doing and search for this merry sound. The sidewalk is getting more crowded. Some have started a business sidewalk. Some people past by without looking. I slow down on the guitar. The people who had been standing long enough are giving me a huge pay. I stopped on the song for awhile and let the instrument play along. I bowed my head and said thank you. And I start the song again. The girls have started to return to their homework and sometimes they would stop and look at me and sing along. On the next line, I was surprised because they echo with me. We laugh for awhile and resume to our own work. This time, the girls stop they homework and stand up. They brush off they butt and start to sing along with me. The sidewalk isn’t has crowded as before. But I’m seeing new faces around some corners. Some of them are stomping their legs with the rhythm. They start to help me out with some pay. Both of them were smiling. Letting theirs worried away. I slowed down the music. Since that’s how the original music was. Some who stay long for the song to end is also starting to sing along on the chorus. My makeshift hat is contained lots of lots of money. I would be survived in almost a week. I was happy and I sing as if I have no more lives for tomorrow. I was pretty amazed by how my show is for today. I was alive. I felt alive. I slow down my guitar and stand up and make a bow. My audience was clapping. The girls help me out with the pay. When I was done with the song so does the audience. They begin to fell apart. Back to their own work. The girls gave me back my makeshift hat. They were giggle happily and said “Thank you. We are hoping to see you around!†They hopped off with their bags and disappear to a corner. I was very thankful. It felt like a parade. I resume to my work and sing happily as I ever did. Working on another short story.
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Minna!! *hug hug hug* How is everyone??? Sorry for my seemingly forever absence!! It's been crazy with exams over here! ==' *crycry* Mokona is getting very old and i have to take my exams now to decide which college i will go to :P Will read through all the posts sometime! Sorry I haven't posted any stories *scans thread* Well done people for taking the time to write!! ^^ |
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Mokona: hallo! long time no see...same here, everyone is busy... you know, faiz even study like a crazy and seems he won't appear until he can beat the UAN (our national exams) esp. when I heard that he's bad at math (but don't tell him I told ya this...^^) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter I "Everything sure is tough today... we need something to go against this oil company",Eka, an activist said. they're going to go against the oil company which wanted to make a new mine in Borneo(Kalimantan). This mine will make a big destruction to the environment. "Hey, look!", said Angga,"here I found something... see... an old tales even before the Hinduism come here... seems it talk about a tree named Kalpataru... the tree of life... it said that the location is here, inside the jungle, and it contains life magic. the translation also said if all Kalpatarus on the world are dead then all other living things also won't stay long after that... we'll dead if the Kalpatarus dead..." "Stop it!", said Eka,"we're not here to listen to some old fairy tales... this' serious!" (to be continued) |
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Schaz: Hii! *hug* Long time no see!! *hug hug* Lol, how did you do in those exams? And are you busy at the moment? I love christmas time, are you doing anything fun to celebrate? (Don't worry I won't tell Faiz O.o) How is he by the way? Tell him I said good luck for the exams!! P.S: I read through your story- ^^ good old Schaz as always with his brilliant stories, keep it up!! Where did you get the name "Kalpataru"? Holkers: Well done on your story, hey, sorry this is from a while back, but, don't worry about the title! I mean, my teacher once said to leave the title til last, though it's the first thing you want to get finished, maybe after you write your story you will have inspiration and can make the title a line from your story! Riza: Heya! Welcome! *hug* |
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wow... i have never seen this thread (or bothered to pay attention to it XD sorry its probably my somewhat short attention span)... well, anyways, i believe i would like to join the writers guild (or club... or whatever you call it... lol). i will post a joining story later (when i get to use my family's other computer, which has all of my stories on there. ^^)... @Riza and Holkers- both of your stories are great!!! good job!!! *claps* ^^ [Edit] Probably not gonna get the story i want on here on tonight... but i will have it on sometime tomorrow. ^^  |
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Toyumi: Awesome! Welcome to this thread! I look forward to reading your stories! |
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I have some stories to tell. Some about Japan and others about my Japanese school. I think I can write some made up stories. Although I'm not good in writing stories, but I like to join this thread. I will post some stories myself soon. Probably next year or at the end of December. |
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@mokona:thanks,I will continue my story after I get back... in Christmas I only gathering with family, nothing special...^^ Yeah, I'll tell him... btw, he's making some stories about the National Exams^^ (UAN), let's ask him to post it here^^... er... oh, yeah, Kalpataru is a name of a tree that come up in a very ancient story... (for real... you can try googling this), but we never find out if there's a real tree like that... well, but it's now became a symbol for the best state which take care of their environtment |
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Okay everyone here's the story i was talking about... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Blank" “Good morning world. Today is July the 15th, 2871. Please put on your uniforms and go to your dining halls.†The intercom said. Then the many people of the world woke up, got dressed, and went to their dining halls to eat. But I, on the other hand, watched from above. I, Elisa Treble, are what you humans refer to as being ‘dead.’ But in my opinion, I am very much alive. In fact, more alive than I ever was while living. My life span was from 2602 to 2615, tragically cut short by the nuclear bombing of Toronto, Canada during the Neo Era War. But none of this matters now, because I am only dead, and I watch from above. I watch how everyday, the people of the world go by with their same old routine; no need for change because the world is ‘better’ this way. Better because it is run by someone else, who decides things for you, because that is the way it has been since the ‘Old Days.’ They feed you things about how in the dark ages decisions would have always led to war and sadness and despair, and never happiness. The people of this age believe they are happier and better off this way. They are not. I know it, you know it, however they do not know it. I cannot tell them anything. I am merely dead. I am only watching. I watch as they eat, I watch as they work and go to school, and I watch and they eat yet again, sleep, wake up once more and do the cycle all over again. No one dares to do anything out of the ordinary, in this dull and bleak world. It saddens me, how they believe this little lie. This is not how I envisioned the world after the Neo Era War. I imagined it as being a place where there will be more alliances and peace, but not total peace and control. I imagined it as a happier place, where we can strive to create new inventions, and to learn much more. Where everyone can be truly happy at times, but they can also be sad. Because that is how the world works, happiness with sadness. However, something went wrong here. No one is happy, no one is sad. The world is blank from emotion. These people go on, in an endless cycle. And there is only one thing I know for sure… Nothing will change here. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ahhh this was almost a full typed page and here it seems so much smaller!!! ahhh!!! *starts flipping out over that it seems small* i hope it didn't too sad to some people. sorry if it was... ^^; |
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Kana: *hug* !! Glad you came here! We would love it if you posted up some of your stories!! Schaz: No problem! Lol, yeah let's ask him ^^ Oh coolio, is it a story from your culture? Sounds cool ^^ Toyumi: Great start! It sounded kinda sad, but i love the idea of a Neo Era War! Are you going to write a continuation from this? |
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Mokona- maybe... ^^ if i do write a continuation then it probably won't be finished until after christmas time, lol (since my school doesn't go on winter break until christmas eve). |
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@Toyumi:Great story! I'm waiting^^ @Mokona:yeah, thanks... |
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Lol hi again! Just testing this new siggy i threw together, some bits are a bit rough, maybe i can get a new one up by the end of this year- a better one- i need to get my snipping skills right ^^ cuz i've found the right picture from this anime, but yeah, need time to work Xx p.s: i wrote up this story in my notebook- it's a continuation from a series of books i've just finished, my writing skills are no where near as good as his yet, but i'll try my best ^^ |