Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Random...Random...Random...
Nothing is really going on with life at the moment other than I have to finish school, I got a new Wii game, and that I wont be able to play it until the third week of June...I'm angry about that...
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Snippet of The Rise of the Wizard King
So...I'm trying to figure out how to start this fantasy I'm trying to write without it sounding too rushed. I need some help and guidence (sheesh, I've been writing for four years and I'm still having trouble!).
My blue-point Siamese cat, Shadow, pushed open the door and trotted in. He meowed and started purring before he was halfway across the room. I could remember the day I had got him. Boy was it a sad day…
Dad was leaving for work. I was only seven years old at the time. I pleaded with him not to go. I kept telling him that something was wrong, that I could sense something was going to happen. But maybe it was just the dream I had the night before, the one of dad on a ship with a sail sailing away, that was spooking me. I didn’t want him to go, but he didn’t listen to me. He left with his briefcase, waved as he went out the door, but then vanished without a trace. I heard a sucking sound, but there was no other sound after that died away.
That night, when Dad didn’t return, I burst out crying. I couldn’t possibly believe I was now fatherless and that my mom was husbandless. I felt like nothing in the world would ever be able to comfort me again.
But then…I heard a tapping sound on my window. I stopped crying and looked up. There sitting at my window, was a blue-point Siamese. Of course, I didn’t know much about cats then, since I was still a little kid. But was thinking when I saw him that he was one beautiful cat.
As I sat there looking at him in the late afternoon, dark clouds heavy with rain decided to dump their loads. The cat was quickly soaked to the skin. I rushed to the window and opened it. The cat jumped inside and shook itself. But I noticed that it was still damp.
My childhood logic told me to go get a towel and dry him off, so I did. I tiptoed into the hall, and went over to the linen closet. I opened it and reached for one of the big towels. I was careful to take one off the top so the rest wouldn’t come toppling down. I then took the towel to the cat and dried him. Then I wrapped him in a warm blanket of mine. I felt him shiver, so I decided to take him down to Mom.
That was how I met Shadow. Mom allowed me to keep him for the sake of trying to keep my mind off of Dad. But I never stopped thinking about him, even after I forgot his face.
Shadow jumped up onto my lap and curled into a ball. I stroked his white fur and then his blue tipped ears before picking up the book and opening it. It was strange that my history teacher had given me this instead of what everybody else got. But at least I didn’t have to write the essays everyone else had to.
Shadow’s purring was really loud as I began to read. But what surprised me was that the first page was taken up by a letter.
Dear Reader, I know that you may be looking at this page quizzically, but it is necessary. What you are going to read will unlock a whole new world to you, one full of many dangers and perils. Read at your own risk.
Read at my own risk? Huh, it sounded interesting. Whenever a book started that way, I had to read it, no matter what. So I spent the rest of the afternoon reading it. Even after I went to bed, I continued to read it. I couldn’t take my eyes from the page. But at three in the morning, I finally had to stop and go to bed before I crashed.
~~~~~~~~~~
I laid the old, leather-bound book down on the small, round coffee table that sat beside the soft blue lounge chair I had in my room. I had to read this for school, and since it was Saturday, I had nothing better to do but to read a book.
My blue-point Siamese cat, Shadow, pushed open the door and trotted in. He meowed and started purring before he was halfway across the room. I could remember the day I had got him. Boy was it a sad day…
Dad was leaving for work. I was only seven years old at the time. I pleaded with him not to go. I kept telling him that something was wrong, that I could sense something was going to happen. But maybe it was just the dream I had the night before, the one of dad on a ship with a sail sailing away, that was spooking me. I didn’t want him to go, but he didn’t listen to me. He left with his briefcase, waved as he went out the door, but then vanished without a trace. I heard a sucking sound, but there was no other sound after that died away.
That night, when Dad didn’t return, I burst out crying. I couldn’t possibly believe I was now fatherless and that my mom was husbandless. I felt like nothing in the world would ever be able to comfort me again.
But then…I heard a tapping sound on my window. I stopped crying and looked up. There sitting at my window, was a blue-point Siamese. Of course, I didn’t know much about cats then, since I was still a little kid. But was thinking when I saw him that he was one beautiful cat.
As I sat there looking at him in the late afternoon, dark clouds heavy with rain decided to dump their loads. The cat was quickly soaked to the skin. I rushed to the window and opened it. The cat jumped inside and shook itself. But I noticed that it was still damp.
My childhood logic told me to go get a towel and dry him off, so I did. I tiptoed into the hall, and went over to the linen closet. I opened it and reached for one of the big towels. I was careful to take one off the top so the rest wouldn’t come toppling down. I then took the towel to the cat and dried him. Then I wrapped him in a warm blanket of mine. I felt him shiver, so I decided to take him down to Mom.
That was how I met Shadow. Mom allowed me to keep him for the sake of trying to keep my mind off of Dad. But I never stopped thinking about him, even after I forgot his face.
Shadow jumped up onto my lap and curled into a ball. I stroked his white fur and then his blue tipped ears before picking up the book and opening it. It was strange that my history teacher had given me this instead of what everybody else got. But at least I didn’t have to write the essays everyone else had to.
Shadow’s purring was really loud as I began to read. But what surprised me was that the first page was taken up by a letter.
Dear Reader, I know that you may be looking at this page quizzically, but it is necessary. What you are going to read will unlock a whole new world to you, one full of many dangers and perils. Read at your own risk.
Read at my own risk? Huh, it sounded interesting. Whenever a book started that way, I had to read it, no matter what. So I spent the rest of the afternoon reading it. Even after I went to bed, I continued to read it. I couldn’t take my eyes from the page. But at three in the morning, I finally had to stop and go to bed before I crashed.
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So that's a whole chapter! How should I slow it down? Shouls I move the reading of the book to the next chapter?
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Personifactation CHALLENGE!
This challenge was given by Teenage Writer! Let's roll!
I paused, trying to figure out just how she was going to talk to Dr. Matthew. I was about to say I was finished when Inspiration tapped me on the head with my writing pen. I turned to him with askance in my eyes. “Well,” he said, “think about Blaze’s options. How should she strike up a conversation with a man intent on ruling the whole world, thus triggering the Tribulation? It’s not like she’s going to be nice about it, because that’s just not what you do with a mad scientist.”
I nodded. “You’re right.”
Inspiration glanced at the screen, then looked back at me. “Y’know, you’re working on a very hard project right now. Shouldn’t you start on something easier…like a simple fantasy…?”
I growled at him. “Can we please focus on The Uprising of Doctor Matthew? I’m having a hard enough time focusing on it without you suggesting about starting another story on top of it!”
He lifted his hands in self-defence. “Alright! I was just suggesting it. You look pretty worn out on this book and I thought I would ease your mind.”
I glared at Inspiration, who took that moment to change into a white humanoid cat before my eyes. He then put on a cute face. He knew I couldn’t stand his cute face.
I groaned then chuckled. “You just know how to move me, don’t you?”
He nodded with a smile on his face.
“OK, but I’m not going to stop writing this story until it is finished. I’ve slacked off on my stories for too long.”
Inspiration nodded. “Well, let me retire for the night then because you’re getting mentally worn down and it’s 10 pm.”
I waved back at him as he disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Later, then I was in bed, my cell phone rang and my computer beeped because I had left it on. I grabbed my cell phone and answered it before it would attract my mom to my bedroom like a bee to honey. “Hello?”
“Mikaela of Alberta, I demand you hand over your babytiser machine!” I knew that voice all too well. I had many names for him, but it was all narrowed down to the name Procrastination.
“Babytiser machine?” I repeated. “What babytiser machine?”
“You know what I mean!” he hissed.
“Oh, go away!” I growled. “You’ve been a pain in the neck for the last few years and all I wish to do is to get rid of you!” I paused. “And why do you want my babytiser machine? I don’t know why you want it, and I don’t even know if it works!”
“Give it to me tomorrow, or your video game friends will die,” Procrastination hissed dangerously.
But I laughed, his macho-trying-to-be-dangerous attitude was making me giggle. “What video game friends?” I managed to say.
“You KNOW! The ones from SEGA and Nintendo!”
“Oh, those ones!” I nodded. “But sorry, they’re not real.”
I suddenly heard a yell and an electronic sizzle on Procrastination’s side of the phone. Was it just me, or did that just remind me of a Chaos Spear…
I shook my head as Procrastination came back on. “Ha! That was a close one! That black hedgehog is one tough cookie!”
I growled. “I’ll sick the Gondor army on you, Procrastination, if you don’t let them go RIGHT NOW!”
“Sorry, but you can’t have them until I get the babytiser machine!” then the line went dead.
I checked my email, and it turned out to be the same threat, but from someone else…
Whooo! Lets go!
~_~*~_~
I like to mind my own business, and write stories. For a few weeks, I had been going pretty smoothly and I was just writing the crucial part of when Blaze confronts the mad scientist Matthew for the first time. Inspiration was hanging over my shoulder, watching me work. He always came in handy when I was writing intense parts like this.
I paused, trying to figure out just how she was going to talk to Dr. Matthew. I was about to say I was finished when Inspiration tapped me on the head with my writing pen. I turned to him with askance in my eyes. “Well,” he said, “think about Blaze’s options. How should she strike up a conversation with a man intent on ruling the whole world, thus triggering the Tribulation? It’s not like she’s going to be nice about it, because that’s just not what you do with a mad scientist.”
I nodded. “You’re right.”
Inspiration glanced at the screen, then looked back at me. “Y’know, you’re working on a very hard project right now. Shouldn’t you start on something easier…like a simple fantasy…?”
I growled at him. “Can we please focus on The Uprising of Doctor Matthew? I’m having a hard enough time focusing on it without you suggesting about starting another story on top of it!”
He lifted his hands in self-defence. “Alright! I was just suggesting it. You look pretty worn out on this book and I thought I would ease your mind.”
I glared at Inspiration, who took that moment to change into a white humanoid cat before my eyes. He then put on a cute face. He knew I couldn’t stand his cute face.
I groaned then chuckled. “You just know how to move me, don’t you?”
He nodded with a smile on his face.
“OK, but I’m not going to stop writing this story until it is finished. I’ve slacked off on my stories for too long.”
Inspiration nodded. “Well, let me retire for the night then because you’re getting mentally worn down and it’s 10 pm.”
I waved back at him as he disappeared in a puff of smoke.
~_~*~_~
Later, then I was in bed, my cell phone rang and my computer beeped because I had left it on. I grabbed my cell phone and answered it before it would attract my mom to my bedroom like a bee to honey. “Hello?”
“Mikaela of Alberta, I demand you hand over your babytiser machine!” I knew that voice all too well. I had many names for him, but it was all narrowed down to the name Procrastination.
“Babytiser machine?” I repeated. “What babytiser machine?”
“You know what I mean!” he hissed.
“Oh, go away!” I growled. “You’ve been a pain in the neck for the last few years and all I wish to do is to get rid of you!” I paused. “And why do you want my babytiser machine? I don’t know why you want it, and I don’t even know if it works!”
“Give it to me tomorrow, or your video game friends will die,” Procrastination hissed dangerously.
But I laughed, his macho-trying-to-be-dangerous attitude was making me giggle. “What video game friends?” I managed to say.
“You KNOW! The ones from SEGA and Nintendo!”
“Oh, those ones!” I nodded. “But sorry, they’re not real.”
I suddenly heard a yell and an electronic sizzle on Procrastination’s side of the phone. Was it just me, or did that just remind me of a Chaos Spear…
I shook my head as Procrastination came back on. “Ha! That was a close one! That black hedgehog is one tough cookie!”
I growled. “I’ll sick the Gondor army on you, Procrastination, if you don’t let them go RIGHT NOW!”
“Sorry, but you can’t have them until I get the babytiser machine!” then the line went dead.
I checked my email, and it turned out to be the same threat, but from someone else…
~_~*~_~
How was that? That was my first installment, so watch out for more!
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!
After meeting a mysterious man in a black cloak, Mikaela "Blaze" Rose falls into a Time Pool and finds herself 400 years into the future. But she didn't know that until she is captured by the king's guard and thrown into a dungeon. Of course, she is scared. She writes stories, and she isn't ment to be the in one. She soon finds out that there is another type of people in the world now. They're humanoid animals, and they're called Genivarians. Humans are still called humans. The Genivarians appeared 350 years ago, and the first the Genivarians used to be human. They didn't evolve, they were injected with a serum so they transformed. But Blaze still is cofused about this. "I'm still in my time, right?" she said. "I've just gone to another world, right?" Be she is so wrong. She has to get out of that dungeon and figure out what to do! And she also has to stop an almost mad scientist from upsurping the thrown!
So how was that? Sorry, Rachel, but I had to change the amount of time. I'm so excited, because I have a feeling that this story has the potential it needs to get on the market!
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