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| Hollywood:
http://www.freewebs.com/fivepointseven/ It's a damn novel. Well, there are still four chapters left to publish, but they're ready. Not so ninja edit: Notice little dedications to people within the story. Ladios' is not hard to miss. |
| sir dooble:
--- Quote from: Riot on July 11, 2009, 06:00:27 PM ----Story Snip- --- End quote --- This reminded me of a sort of 'Zombie' based story. I hope that was what you were going for. If so, well done. Heres Chapter 2 of one of my stories. I shan't post Chapter 1, because it has too much talk, and not enough action; SurvivingChapter 2; First, Sleep.It was roughly 6:00 am; James was waking Andrew up slowly. “Andrew...Psst...Andrew, wake up... It’s important” Whispered James. “Huh, yeah...wait, what?” came the grumbled reply. “Its one of them, its outside, we can hear it... It doesn’t sound...normal... anyways, it’s hurt, at least.” Answered James, his face confused, Just by this Andrew knew it must be important. James had always been the sort to take lead; he knew what was going on most of the time, despite the un-natural circumstances. “Yeah, Yeah... I’ll take a look” Andrew said. As Andrew stood up, he noticed the room was dark, too dark to be in the morning. As he continued to get out of the sleeping-bag, he spotted Kate; she was stood up and was wearing a Green track-suit top. She was also extremely quiet, which could be normal considering the past events, but even so, she was normally chatty in the mornings, before they set off. As Andrew walked through the small medical room, he noticed some peculiarities, the broken clock was in the wrong places, the dressing table had a pillow upon it, and the room had gained a window during the course of the night. “He’s over here, see. Just behind this window” Called James, “Here, take the bat” Andrew grabbed the Cricket-bat passed to him. As he slowly crept towards the window, where James was already standing, he lifted the bat behind his head in a swooping motion. “Come on, Right here.” continued James. Andrew kept on moving towards the Clean, white, square window. Tensing his muscles as he pulled on the bat, ready to swing. “Hey, come on. Its right here just look!” Shouted James, as he peered over the window frame. Andrew got even closer, with the Cricket-Bat held tighter, approaching the Window and James. “Come on now, LOOK!” Ordered James, shouting at the top of his voice, “Look Now!!!” Andrew then released the tension in his arm, and let the Bat swing, smashing into James’ head, but just before Andrew could see anything, his vision went black. Andrew suddenly shot up from his Sleeping-bag. The blackness slowly ebbed away, to a still dark room. “Andrew, are you okay?” asked James. “James! Good god, it was just a dream...wait, not a dream... It’s a night-screamer” Replied Andrew. “A night-screamer! Damn, I thought we had seen the last of those. I’m sorry I didn’t notice you earlier” answered James “But you must have fought it off fast, for me to have not noticed it” “Yeah, But its gotta be near by” acknowledged Andrew. Andrew headed over to where the window was in his dream. He tapped the wall gently, it was hollow. “Do you remember there being another room here?” Asked Andrew “No” Came the response. “Ok, get ready to knock anything back, that comes this way, and, is there anything to cover this wall once were done?” Asked Andrew “Yeah, there are two more desks, and, I guess we can use the bed to block it up a bit” Replied James, hoping that nothing too serious was behind the wall. “Ok, 1, 2, 3, GO!” Smash, Andrew broke through the wall with the bat, Ply-wall flew everywhere. On the other side was a small dark room, probably a design error. It had a single small hole in the wall, capable of letting in a small creature, which, happened to be sitting in the corner. The Night-Screamer, a small creature, with no physical strengths. It was one of the first infected creatures to be recognized. What was once a large cat was now this horribly disfigure thing. Its body was covered in buboes and leaked puss. It was previously covered in fur, but was now covered in scabs and cuts. The creature winced as the Bat was swung towards it, but it made no difference. It was dead. Andrew nearly vomited as he hit the creature; his bat had hit one of its larger most buboes. Puss exploded almost everywhere; the wall was covered, except for a near Cat-Shaped silhouette. “Ugh, that’s just... that’s just...Ugh!” Stuttered James, his legs covered in the yellow sick slime. “That is the last time I ever go to sleep” retorted Andrew. “Sick, Sick, Sick” continued James. The two had managed to clean themselves down, after blocking the wall which they had smashed. Surprisingly, Kate was still asleep; nothing short of an explosion could wake her from her sleep. “We sure were lucky tonight” James said, proudly. “This night... Wait, what’s the time?”Replied Andrew. “Well, its only 11:45, you’ve only been asleep for half an hour” answered James. “Well, I definitely don’t feel like sleeping now. You go ahead, I’ll keep look out for you, I’ll be there in a flash to wake you if anything occurs, Good Luck” James crept towards the Sleeping-bag, yawning. “Goodnight, ha, see you in the morning” and soon after, he was back in the dangers of dream. Luckily nothing would come near tonight, at least not another Night-Screamer, the puss from the last one would deter most creature based infected away from there, and the group hadn’t seen any other ones in over a week. As Andrew sat down next to the still simmering fire, he thought about how lucky he had actually been, if that Night-Screamer had continued, and he hadn’t killed the ‘Fake James’ and Then seen the creature behind the window, he would have been killed, for once you see the hidden creature in all the Terrors produced by the Night-Screamers, your brain was brutally killed, in the one place it had to relax, Sleep. There we go, That should do. And luckily I have unlocked my Microsoft Works Word 2007, so I can continue writing it :D There are problems with it too, like the speach. It's not written out in, well, Novel-istically. If ya know what I mean. So, reading it may be kinda screwed up. Any Ideas for it will be appreciated too. Edit; Please, Don't steal it as well, I know it's not much, but I don't want people o stteal it and take credit for it. It's going towards a whole story, so, just don't >:( |
| Block Builder:
--- Quote from: Hollywood on July 11, 2009, 07:58:18 PM ---http://www.freewebs.com/fivepointseven/ It's a damn novel. Well, there are still four chapters left to publish, but they're ready. Not so ninja edit: Notice little dedications to people within the story. Ladios' is not hard to miss. --- End quote --- Holy stuff that's good |
| Jetlok:
Edited out other stuff :\ time for story Mighty Midgets of the Mountains The Johnson family had finally gone on a vacation to thier icy mountain cabin. Mr Johnson had went to the cabin with his grandparents when he was a small boy. The childred, Timmy and Sasha, were excited to see what it was like inside~but they were disappointed to what awaited inside. Mr Johnson opened the door to see the bed sheets on the floor, a fallen bookcase, a backed up toilet, a busted lamp, silverware everywhere, a pillow in the bathtub, and an overturned garbage can. Mrs Johnson shrieked as she saw kitchen knifes all over the floor, "Who could have done this?!". Luckily, Sasha packed an extra tent. The family all helped set it up. None of them could sleep, it was too cold. Timmy got curious and went outside to adventure in the mountains. Timmy saw a white hare, a cave with a light inside, and a...wait, a cave? Timmy entered cautiously into the cold, small cave. At first, he didnt see anything but the faint light. When he got further inside, he saw it was a lit torch, 8 of them in fact. "Hello?!" Timmy shouted into the darkness, "Anyone here?" There was silence for a bit...then he saw movement in the shadows. "A human boy! What should we do?" "I say we burn him!" "I say we kick him out!" "I say we stay hidden until he leaves!" tiny voices whispered to each other. "What? Whos that?" he asked frightened. "Hello boy!" One of the voices called out, as a tiny human-like creature crawled out of the darkness at the other end of the cave. 7 other tiny people came out and sat by a torch. "Who are you?" Timmy asked bewildered. "We are the Mighty Midgets of the Mountains!" one of them said. "Midgets!? HA! Aww, arent you guys cute? Oh, can you do a dance?" he laughed. "Be quiet human!" "Lets fry 'em!" "Grab your torches! Attack!" "How dare you mock us!" Each of the dwaves grabbed the torches and beat Timmy with them. After a long, hard beating, they burned him. The midgets had a mighty feast that night. The first had the left arm, the second had the right, the third had the left leg, as the fourth had the right. The other 4 had the arms and feet. Hours later, Sasha woke up and looked around for Timmy. She went outside and followed the footprints into the cave. The gnomes were dancing around the torso. "Aww, how adorable! Little midgets are doing a midget dance! Haha, soo cute." Sasha said to one. "You know the drill." one said. Bye bye children! |
| Hollywood:
--- Quote from: Block Builder on July 11, 2009, 08:32:39 PM ---Holy stuff that's good --- End quote --- Slight bump, but thanks :D |
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