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Cool, I'll just ummmm.... find a way to copy you the 21 chapters or so of work I had done in the past. :P

Meh, where theres a will, theres a way.

Hey, welcome to the club Quisty. I like what you post in LNL, so I'm sure you'll post some good stuff in here too.
I started a writing a new story last night. I havent written any prose in so long. All my enlgish class is this year is reading books then writing essays. Nothing creative. I think I have something good going so far. When i have the first section edited and proofed, I'll post it up.

I'll join and this is my idea for a good flash or story depending on what I do called Void: Light and Dark.

In Trent City, everything is cold and industrious. Two kids, one male and one female, will be forced into another world and must fight to return to the other.

The guy is a nerd whose plan is to graduate from Trent High as the biggest intellectual ever. The girl is a beauty queen who gets what she wants when she wants it. Thier two fates meet when the guy accidently bumps her into a trash can at school one day. She then eternally hates him for her embarassment. One day, the two bump into each other while riding bikes in the woods. They begin to lose thier way in the woods until they both come to a clearing with a tree stump in the middle. On top of the stump is a small cube with black and white stripes like a zebra on it. The boy touches the box and the boy and girl both fall unconscious. When they wake up, they both find that they have been transported to another world where EVERYTHING is black and white except them. The sky is white and the ground is black. They fight for a little bit before they start walking south. Soon they run into a giant monster. Suddenly, the two teens gain magical powers and become the heroes Light and Dark and defeat the monster. Curious about why they're in the strange world, the boy and girl must now figure why they are there, defeat the evil that binds them to the world, fight to stay alive and get home, and develop a friendship they never knew they had. Can they return home from the Void?

Of course this is the main theme for the story and/or flash. Whatever.

Eh. Not trying to nag, (and I always do) but could you read and review my story on the previous page? If you don't wanna look for it there, click the FictionPress link.

Thanks.

Ha ha!

(silence, crickets)

What? No one remembers me? I still have the link to the crew in my sig though! Look, it's right down there! (sobs)

Anywho, I was thinking about a new short piece that might develop into a long-ass story if I get around to it. I was combining my writing and zombie obsessions together to think of a new story, trying to find a new explanation for how the undead come to be. Here's what I came up with:

Long ago, in the middle ages, the Underworld desperately searches for a measn to destroy the living, and bring havoc to the land. But the faithful are protected by God, and the Underworld can inflict no direct harm. Satan schemes a way to bring the sins of the living back to haunt them, channeling the evils of centuries into the corpses filling the graveyards. And thus, the undead are brought unto the world. A great crusade is proposed, and the united forces of the living ride throughout Europe and Asia, slaying all the undead they can find. Decades later, the last zombie is slain.

Centuries pass, and humanity changes, some say for the worst. The pollution brought amoung us is of our own design; greater than any plauge that threatens us in nature. We kill and maim our own kind in great numbers thanks to advances in technology, and sins are seen as accidents more than anything. The Underworld once again channels these evils into hundreds of thousands of corpses, bringing about a new wave of undead soldiers to rid the earth of the living. It would seem humanity is doomed, as our faith in the heavens has slipped so far that we are no longer protected, and are left to our own wretched devices to try and save ourselves.

At 3/4/05 10:45 PM, -Manman- wrote: What? No one remembers me? I still have the link to the crew in my sig though! Look, it's right down there! (sobs)

How could I forget my beloved Manman!
Exactly. I didn't.

The story wasn't that bad of an opening, either.

At 3/4/05 07:58 PM, ShadowBaofu wrote: Cool, I'll just ummmm.... find a way to copy you the 21 chapters or so of work I had done in the past. :P

someone has been a busy boy then :P

Just post a chapter at a time and break it up over a couple of days that way no one will get swmaped by trying to kep up with you.....or failing that attach it to an email and send it to everyone that wants to read it?

Seems i missed a lot of drama.... well Quisty... please stay! I like your writing... a lot.

Anyway, i got a new PS piece done... check it out, i like hearing your guys thoughts: http://photoshop.retrogade.com/view.php?id=1871

I got another essay to write, i will check in later.

At 3/5/05 04:05 PM, Myst_Williams wrote: I got another essay to write, i will check in later.

how is it you end up with so many essays myst? Do you have slave driver teachers or soemthing cause Ive never seen someone that ahs as many essays to do as you seem to. You seem to have one very damned week lol,

At 3/5/05 04:07 PM, -Manic- wrote: how is it you end up with so many essays myst? Do you have slave driver teachers or soemthing cause Ive never seen someone that ahs as many essays to do as you seem to. You seem to have one very damned week lol,

So far i have had one every week this semester. I am taking two English courses currently (and a morality course [which is a lot of writing also]) and between the three, i have been averaging one essay a week. They are not all huge essays, mostly 500-1000 words (approx)... just many of them (i had two in one week once already : P), and i have to do mad editing, because if i have more than three mistakes (grammatical of spelling) my one teacher won't even accept it.

As much as i hate it, i think i will benefit from it when i get to Univeristy next school year. I actually just finished and am taking a break... i will edit tomorrow.

I'm in, writing rocks. My main aspiration is to be a film maker.

As for this story concept I just quoted, I'd just like to point out that an anime show I watched once, called the Shopping Arcade Abenobashi, has already explored the pretty-dorky girl-guy combo in a strange world. And it's very predictable that they will eventually bond from their hate.

I have a good Crime/Drama/Horror concept. It's about what happens after a typical attempted assasination, the assasin is a lowly fiend who was wounded, but escapes and takes our heroic protagonist to nowhere, where he discovers the sick mind behind the game. This is not too much a series, but a story that makes you think what the hell is going to happen next?

At 3/4/05 10:01 PM, Renewman wrote: The guy is a nerd whose plan is to graduate from Trent High as the biggest intellectual ever. . . One day, the two bump into each other while riding bikes in the woods. . . Soon they run into a giant monster. . . and develop a friendship they never knew they had. Can they return home from the Void?

Correction, this is the story I was talking about.

At 3/5/05 10:09 PM, Erkie wrote: I have a good Crime/Drama/Horror concept. It's about what happens after a typical attempted assasination, the assasin is a lowly fiend who was wounded, but escapes and takes our heroic protagonist to nowhere, where he discovers the sick mind behind the game. This is not too much a series, but a story that makes you think what the hell is going to happen next?

That sound sliek a nice little idea you've got there. But it soudns a little too much like the game manhunt to me. Not that that's a bad thing but it does hsare certain resemblances.

POLL
OK. I need answers ASAP and it's only for WOR members.

Are you fine with the current setting/story or do you want a new one?

At 3/6/05 12:13 PM, WithoutCease wrote: Are you fine with the current setting/story or do you want a new one?

1) The RPG soceity was created so we didn't have to clutter up the guild with WoR stuff :-)
2) If wer'e gonna restart it we need a new setting or something cause at the moment I'm lost as hell and have no idea what had happened etc.

At 3/6/05 01:05 PM, -Manic- wrote: 1) The RPG soceity was created so we didn't have to clutter up the guild with WoR stuff :-)

This is true, but they started somw D&D thing there... i was confused when i tired to look in.

2) If wer'e gonna restart it we need a new setting or something cause at the moment I'm lost as hell and have no idea what had happened etc.

I had no idea we were staring it back up officially... tell me what ideas you have so far and i will see what i can come up with. I will join as a bad character and just jump in every once and a while. I don't have enough time for a full characte, but evil characters usually show up sontaneously anyway. ^_^

At 3/6/05 01:58 PM, Myst_Williams wrote: This is true, but they started somw D&D thing there... i was confused when i tired to look in.

yeha I know its kind of becoem a new version of RPG club as that seems to dieing a death a number of members have quite RPG Club and joined the society but the prime focus still remains the same so if people pop in there with updates or what not for WoR then no one is gonna mind.

I had no idea we were staring it back up officially... tell me what ideas you have so far and i will see what i can come up with. I will join as a bad character and just jump in every once and a while. I don't have enough time for a full characte, but evil characters usually show up sontaneously anyway. ^_^

ha ha :P Well first thing we need to decide is what genre its gonna be in.

Fantasy,sci fi, Modern and superhero, feudal japan and wild west are the oens Im thinking of.

I'd like a wild west one with a twist....if you;ve ever heard of a Rpg called deadlands I want it like that with a kind of ghost and zombie and magic feel to it.

One Day

One day in the future when we see eye to eye
One day in the future when people will not cry
One day in the future when we put the past behind us
One day in the future whenno anger hides inside us
One day in the future where there will be no fight
Oneday in thefuture we will see the light

i just wrote that last week
pretty simple but i thought it sounded good

so... tel me what you think

At 3/6/05 02:04 PM, -Manic- wrote: yeha I know its kind of becoem a new version of RPG club as that seems to dieing a death a number of members...

Gotcha.

Fantasy,sci fi, Modern and superhero, feudal japan and wild west are the oens Im thinking of.

I was thinking 100% fantasy... kind of like Warcraft... elves and orces etc.

I'd like a wild west one with a twist....if you;ve ever heard of a Rpg called deadlands I want it like that with a kind of ghost and zombie and magic feel to it.

That sounds interesting; i have never heard of deadlands.

At 3/6/05 02:13 PM, Myst_Williams wrote: I was thinking 100% fantasy... kind of like Warcraft... elves and orces etc.

War craft huh? possibility I suppose

That sounds interesting; i have never heard of deadlands.

ah! Let me enligthen you. Its the time of the wild west but with the discovery of a new resource known as ghost rock the age of steam has come early and science rules the land! However all is not well! The deadhave risen from the grave and strange critters are roaming around in the desert. Magic is real and is weilded by the msot devout of clerics, the voodoo witch doctors of the sotuh and the hucksters ( Gamblers who have learnt o control spirits using card games.

There is only one rule of the weird west. Be quick on the trigger. Or you will be quick to the grave!

At 3/6/05 02:24 PM, -Manic- wrote: There is only one rule of the weird west. Be quick on the trigger. Or you will be quick to the grave!

I like it. I can be an evil wizard type guy... that would be fun. Me and my minions can cause all the good characters mischief....

At 3/6/05 02:40 PM, Myst_Williams wrote: I like it. I can be an evil wizard type guy... that would be fun. Me and my minions can cause all the good characters mischief....

repalce evil wiazard with mad scientist that has learn vodoo magic which is still the same kind of thign and you're ready to roll!

The black darkened to a colour that couldn’t seem possible. I was straining to see at the far end, trying to capture an image that I couldn’t focus on. A blonde light weaved itself, getting closer and brighter. Rusty noises started to reverberate and echo around the room I appeared to be in, which I thought, imagined, I was in. As the light started to end its journey across the walls of the cold room, scripts were written on the concrete. Glimmer of colour showed upon the writing, and I saw in the reflection of my pupil, that it was English, and written in blood. It dripped. It was still wet. A papery whisper started to concur in my lobes. Then a screeching commenced onwards, overtaking the weak efforts of the so heard noise. The screeching appeared to be a baby’s cry, a baby in which had no life, and was legally murdered before sense had even been imported inside it. I tried to stand up, but with hard, full efforts, I was struck back down. As if a force, a godly force, pushed me down and wanted to feed on me, keep me in this room with cries and rusty noises.

-- I've only just written this, and I'm still commencing, please give me alot of ideas, the scariest you can think of, and some corrections of possible --

At 3/6/05 02:48 PM, -WhiteFang- wrote: -- I've only just written this, and I'm still commencing, please give me alot of ideas, the scariest you can think of, and some corrections of possible --

creepy O_o. Its well written but I can't really help you with ideas as horro really isn'y my style but one thign I can say is whatever your'e writing even if its only something simple like this for a rough copy or whatever use paragraphs if you can it makes everything look much neater and easier to read. I know the tab key don't work on the forum but just sperate the different bits by pressing enter and leaveing a line between them.

I couldn't see any majopr problems with it grammatically or anything though but I'll go over it again in a bit if you want with a fine toothed comb.

At 3/6/05 02:46 PM, -Manic- wrote: repalce evil wiazard with mad scientist that has learn vodoo magic which is still the same kind of thign and you're ready to roll!

Okay, but i aint no creepy old weirdo mad scientist... i am a rich, charming, yet impreccably evil mad scientist. I told everyone who actually looksin WOR to come here and agree or disagree with the idea... then i will start it back up probably wednesday (pending)...

At 3/6/05 02:57 PM, Myst_Williams wrote: Okay, but i aint no creepy old weirdo mad scientist... i am a rich, charming, yet impreccably evil mad scientist. I told everyone who actually looksin WOR to come here and agree or disagree with the idea... then i will start it back up probably wednesday (pending)...

fair enough a mad scientsit is still a mad scientist in my book :P

The black darkened to a colour that couldn’t seem possible. I was straining to see at the far end, trying to capture an image that I couldn’t focus on. A blonde light weaved itself, getting closer and brighter. Rusty noises started to reverberate and echo around the room I appeared to be in, which I thought, imagined, I was in.

As the light started to end its journey across the walls of the cold room, scripts were written on the concrete. Toning of colour showed upon the writing, and I saw in the reflection of my pupil, that it was written in blood. It dripped. It was still wet.

A papery whisper started to concur in my lobes. Then a screeching commenced onwards, overtaking the weak efforts of the so heard noise. The screeching appeared to be a baby’s cry, a baby in which had no life, and was legally murdered before sense had even been imported inside it. I tried to stand up, but with hard, full efforts, I was struck back down. As if a force, a godly force, pushed me down and wanted to feed on me, keep me in this room with cries and rusty noises.

I opened my eyes. All I saw was the ceiling in front of me, so I sat up, trying to shake off the memories of what had just happened. It must have been a nightmare. It seemed so real. I scanned my shaky hands, and saw that blood covered my finger tips like an artwork from Picasso.

I stepped on a warm solid, as I trotted my foot out of the bed. It gave me a static flashback of my dream five minutes before. I looked down to check what I had discovered with my foot, and staring back at me, I saw my brother. Saliva had crawled out of his mouth, and red liquid had oozed out of his eye lids and his nose. He was dead. Still.

I ran out of my room with full pelt, but halted at an instant traffic hold up. A rag doll hung by a rope from the ceiling lamp hook, the dolls eyes were bulged, and its neck, so red and sore. Its white hands were boney and seemed to want to stretch out and grab me. Its lips pale and its wedding ring shone like it had just been spit polished. The ring. I noticed it. I know who it is; that wasn’t a rag doll prank by my insane father. That was my mum.

-- How shall it continue? --

At 3/6/05 03:25 PM, -WhiteFang- wrote:

Then a screeching commenced onwards, overtaking the weak efforts of the so heard noise.

rewrite this sentence for a start. It drags on so it needs to be broken up and bits of it don't make sense to me personally.

and saw that blood covered my finger tips like an artwork from Picasso.

I like that sentence there its a nice little wotsit.......dammit forgotten the word. metaphor?

-- How shall it continue? --

have the rest of the family murdered...........have the dad being the one that does the killings............bah i dunno. liek i said horror isn't my strong point. I could do the descriptions for it but the actualy story line for a horror story eludes me.

The black darkened to a colour that couldn’t seem possible. I was straining to see at the far end, trying to capture an image that I couldn’t focus on. A blonde light weaved itself, getting closer and brighter. Rusty noises started to reverberate and echo around the room I appeared to be in, which I thought, imagined, I was in.

As the light started to end its journey across the walls of the cold room, scripts were written on the concrete. Toning of colour showed upon the writing, and I saw in the reflection of my pupil, that it was written in blood. It dripped. It was still wet.

A papery whisper started to concur in my lobes. A screeching commenced fourth, overtaking the weak effort.. The screeching appeared to be a baby’s cry, a baby in which had no life, and was legally murdered before sense had even been imported inside it. I tried to stand up, but with hard, full efforts, I was struck back down. As if a force, a godly force, pushed me down and wanted to feed on me, keep me in this room with cries and rusty noises.

I opened my eyes. All I saw was the ceiling in front of me, so I sat up, trying to shake off the memories of what had just happened. It must have been a nightmare. It seemed so real. I scanned my shaky hands, and saw that blood covered my finger tips like an artwork from Picasso.

I stepped on a warm solid, as I trotted my foot out of the bed. It gave me a static flashback of my dream five minutes before. I looked down to check what I had discovered with my foot, and staring back at me, I saw my brother. Saliva had crawled out of his mouth, and red liquid had oozed out of his eye lids and his nose. He was dead. Still.

I ran out of my room with full pelt, but halted at an instant traffic hold up. A rag doll hung by a rope from the ceiling lamp hook, the dolls eyes were bulged, and its neck, so red and sore. Its white hands were boney and seemed to want to stretch out and grab me. Its lips pale and its wedding ring shone like it had just been spit polished. The ring. I noticed it. I know who it is; that wasn’t a rag doll prank by my insane father. That was my mum.

I ran, leaking tears from my aching eyes. I took a swift turn into the kitchen, which was only cleaned yesterday. But it looked different. I looked behind me. Nothing. I turned straight again, slipped up and fell with fault from a puddle of blood. I opened my eyes, which had been closed shut with gagging pain, I found myself gazing into two cold eyes that were staring back at me. As the dead body that lay beside me breathed his last torturous breath, he tried to grab me by the neck, but failed and fell to a slumbered death.

My brother lay dead but still warm in my bedroom. My mother hangs on the upstairs hallway, and I just witnessed my dad final action. I flip the light switch, but they don’t turn on. I dial emergency hotline, but the phone wire was cut, the noise of disconnection looped in my head, splitting my mind to a piece of abandoned card. I hear a knock on the window. I faintly turn my eyes, and see a very dark figure hiding behind the curtain.

-- The father isn't the killer. Who is? Help me out here, this could be interesting.....--

At 3/6/05 03:43 PM, -WhiteFang- wrote: -- The father isn't the killer. Who is? Help me out here, this could be interesting.....--

The dog did it?