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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 6:44 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 10:39 am
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This is something i have written, it may or may not be continued,
Time. He was running out of time. He managed to choke down another pill before he had to roll to the right, and vomit over the side of his bed. He rolled to the other side, and off. He struggled to his feet, using the wall as support, he staggered to where he had pinned the demon to the wall. The marks had spread, from where it had bitten him on the arm, to his shoulder. The limb was covered in a livid, scarlet swirling pattern, constantly shifting, spreading. He knew what he had to do, if he didn't act now he would become one of them, the things that he had sworn to kill. There was no vaccine. The only cure is death. He passed the body of his love, a bite wound on her neck, and a gaping hole in her chest where she had shot herself rather than become a Kitaze. Kitaze... just thinking the name stimulated the virus. It had reached his head now, and he was beginning to hear them. Whispers, evil, worming whispers, whispers of a mind incomprehensible to him. His mind shied away from it, skittering like a horse from a loud noise. Fear and desperation lent him strength as he wrenched his sword from the body of the demon. As it fell, he took a last look the last of his ancient foes, lidless sockets sheltering golden orbs, skin the color of infected flesh covering bony spines and muscles. Well, not quite the last... he thought to himself, readying the sword. Now comes the easy part... Right? he gazed on the remains of his love, supine in death, knowing that they would be together soon.
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 12:51 pm
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NO! DON'T DO IT WHOEVER YOU ARE! lol, just kidding, here's what I wrote:
"So," the old man said to the young mage sitting across the table, "you wish to hear the tale of the dwarven spellsword. You'd best buy us a few more rounds, for the tale is one both long and terrible. It begins with the destruction of the stronghold that was the home of his fore-fathers"
This is the intro to a much longer story, which I am still working on. here is a summary of what I have:
starts with a battle between orcs and dwarves, resulting in the destruction of a dwarven stronghold and forcing the very young dwarf to leave. he then ends up in an elven forest... and that's all I have so far, it's a work in progress, this is just something that came to me one day at school when I ran out of stuff to read (believe it or not, the last book I read before I came up with this was a starwars book)
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 3:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 7:20 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 2:09 am
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Shadow claps for your writing. You seem to know how to describe stuff, and you're not bad at it either. Shadow warns you, though, don't describe stuff too much. You have to find a nice balance. Otherwise it looks as though you've got the skills of a writer. Just keep practicing, and if you're even considering writing an actual story that is made of multiple page chapters [write a book or book-sized story, I mean] then you must never forget that your largest challenge lies ahead of you. I am speaking from personal experience. In my head I have many stories started, with plots and characters and conflict. I even have one completely done, but not a word in type. It is a vicious circle. If you can type you have nothing to write about. If you have something you need to put down, you can't write at the moment. In my opinion, the harder of the two [thinking and writing] is writing, because in your head it is so much simpler. When writing, it gets bigger, scarier, and longer. More detail here, a side plot there, another character and an extra adventure to fill in the gaps. I've actually been intimidated by my own work and had to leave my computer to gather my courage once more.
Now that I'm done ranting, I'll sum it all up for you, Miss Kiss. You can do it if you try. Write what you think, then re-read, edit, and repeat. Be confident in your work. Writing might not be as visually appealing as a picture or photograph, but it paints a picture as vibrant if well written. Never give up! I hope this helped your heart a little; I know I'm always fishing for compliments about my writing, since I'm terribly self-conscious about it.
Speaking of my work, follow the link in my siggy to find what I'm working on right now. Well, not right now. I should be, but I haven't started the next part, and the last one was done...oh, about a month ago? I could use some encouragement. I warn you, though. It's LONG. Go get a drink or a snack, because unless you're a speed reader or get bored and stop, you'll be there for a little while.
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