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Posted Feb 4, '13 at 7:48pm

greenpeople2007

greenpeople2007

400 posts

Confuzzeling title, amirite? But this be true, I/we are back and ready to post our crap before it goes to the big boys. This thread will be posted in by:

J_C_Mooncity and Greenpeople2007
At least that's who's art/writing it will be..

So hooplah and hooray!! I/we are back and ready to post some stuff.

Beware I/we come and go as I/we please, so if I/we disappear and then reappear some time later, it's normal. I/we have a life and school and multiple languages to **** around with.

 

Posted Feb 4, '13 at 7:51pm

greenpeople2007

greenpeople2007

400 posts

Something I/we did whilst slightly under the weather last Friday. Yes, I/we will refer to my/ourselves this way for forever or until i/we forget to do so.
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I heard the cycle before I saw it, a loud and overly percussive thing that was clearly missing a silencer. The rider was wearing that old cliché leather jacket, and his helmet was black. I shook my head, and continued my trudging around the fountain. With my two duffle bags and my three boxes, I felt like a Sherpa, and with my faux-fur lined sweater hood over my head, Iâm sure I looked like one.
As I started up the steps, I saw Mr. Motorhead gun his cycle into a wheelie, only for it to turn into a falcon at the last second. It landed on his shoulder, where it turned into a snake that wrapped itself around his shoulders and then disappeared. I shook my head at the showboat and walked on. He must be new, you donât gain popularity by showing off, you do it by winning in the arena.
I continue into the rich foyer where the grand staircase and statues of great Alumni decorate the hall. As I pass the centre piece, the great stone likeness of the founder, a young man melts out of it. He jogs off to the left, cutting in front of me. A few of my things fall out of the top box. I place everything back in, and continue on. I could go after him, but Iâll save that for the arena.
I eventually make it to my room, where Iâm very unhappy to discover that Mr. MotorHead is my roommate. There are two beds, one under a window, and one against the wall. There are curtains around both, and two desks in between. There is a dresser at the end of every bed.
âHey, Iâm Alistair Cyprus, but you can call my Cyar.â He says with a plain show of arrogance.
âThat bed is mine, get off.â I say while I proceed to show him where Iâve carved my initials into the post.
âFirst come, first serve.â He says.
I stab my thumb into my palm hard enough to bleed and say, âI canât sleep under a window, I have a medical condition.â
âThereâs curtains, use them.â He says, and the he turns over and goes to sleep.
The blood dripping from my hand begins to come together, swirling and writhing to form a great staff, itâs top ornate and sparkling red, the staff itself a ruddy gold. I twirl it over my head and hit him with it, knocking him off the bed. I hear him yelp, and he gets up, snarling as his face becomes canine, his teeth elongate into fangs, and his hand become claws.
My staff changes to a sword, and I go running from the room, laughing and yelling as I sprint across the school grounds to the arena. Four great towers stand in a square, with bridges crossing the spaces between, people stand upon them, some are fighting, others are talking, others are watching the fights going on beneath. The inside itself is divided into 10 10x10 squares, each corner marked by a 5ft post.
He meets me in one of the inner squares. The second his entire body is in, the tops of the poles electrify, arching from one to the other, locking us in. He tenses, then he launches at me, I dodge and slash, hitting him and throwing him into the invisible, but electrified wall. He twitches briefly, then launches at me again, but this time he predicts my move and twists midair, stopping just before the wall. A great battle commences between us, and by the time lunch is called, we are both tired. We stop, and then recommence after lunch is eaten. Our battle goes on until about 2:30, when he gives in. The battle ends, and we both go off to be healed and to relax in our beds, him under the window, and I happily against the wall. This was neither the first, nor last battle between roommates at Deep Rapids Academy for Super-Powered Youth.

 

Posted Feb 4, '13 at 7:55pm

greenpeople2007

greenpeople2007

400 posts

Aww Frag Grenades, forgot the trippy fomatting that is AG, lemme fix dis up a little:

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I heard the cycle before I saw it, a loud and overly percussive thing that was clearly missing a silencer. The rider was wearing that old cliché leather jacket, and his helmet was black. I shook my head, and continued my trudging around the fountain. With my two duffle bags and my three boxes, I felt like a Sherpa, and with my faux-fur lined sweater hood over my head, Iâm sure I looked like one.

As I started up the steps, I saw Mr. Motorhead gun his cycle into a wheelie, only for it to turn into a falcon at the last second. It landed on his shoulder, where it turned into a snake that wrapped itself around his shoulders and then disappeared. I shook my head at the showboat and walked on. He must be new, you donât gain popularity by showing off, you do it by winning in the arena.

I continue into the rich foyer where the grand staircase and statues of great Alumni decorate the hall. As I pass the centre piece, the great stone likeness of the founder, a young man melts out of it. He jogs off to the left, cutting in front of me. A few of my things fall out of the top box. I place everything back in, and continue on. I could go after him, but Iâll save that for the arena.

I eventually make it to my room, where Iâm very unhappy to discover that Mr. MotorHead is my roommate. There are two beds, one under a window, and one against the wall. There are curtains around both, and two desks in between. There is a dresser at the end of every bed.

âHey, Iâm Alistair Cyprus, but you can call my Cyar.â He says with a plain show of arrogance.

âThat bed is mine, get off.â I say while I proceed to show him where Iâve carved my initials into the post.

âFirst come, first serve.â He says.

I stab my thumb into my palm hard enough to bleed and say, âI canât sleep under a window, I have a medical condition.â

âThereâs curtains, use them.â He says, and the he turns over and goes to sleep.

The blood dripping from my hand begins to come together, swirling and writhing to form a great staff, itâs top ornate and sparkling red, the staff itself a ruddy gold. I twirl it over my head and hit him with it, knocking him off the bed. I hear him yelp, and he gets up, snarling as his face becomes canine, his teeth elongate into fangs, and his hand become claws.
My staff changes to a sword, and I go running from the room, laughing and yelling as I sprint across the school grounds to the arena. Four great towers stand in a square, with bridges crossing the spaces between, people stand upon them, some are fighting, others are talking, others are watching the fights going on beneath. The inside itself is divided into 10 10x10 squares, each corner marked by a 5ft post.

He meets me in one of the inner squares. The second his entire body is in, the tops of the poles electrify, arching from one to the other, locking us in. He tenses, then he launches at me, I dodge and slash, hitting him and throwing him into the invisible, but electrified wall. He twitches briefly, then launches at me again, but this time he predicts my move and twists midair, stopping just before the wall. A great battle commences between us, and by the time lunch is called, we are both tired. We stop, and then recommence after lunch is eaten. Our battle goes on until about 2:30, when he gives in. The battle ends, and we both go off to be healed and to relax in our beds, him under the window, and I happily against the wall. This was neither the first, nor last battle between roommates at Deep Rapids Academy for Super-Powered Youth.

 

Posted Feb 5, '13 at 7:24pm

greenpeople2007

greenpeople2007

400 posts

I'm bored, so hereâs something short
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The rain came down like a waterfall, pounding and pushing and drenching anyone caught in the torrent. Thunder rolled and boomed like some great thunder god was fighting a mountain. A train called Wind came howling down the tracks left between the valleys of the mountains. It was a storm like no other, and I was in the middle of it.

The soaking wheat shook with each boom, practically bent flat by the wind. Lightning struck ground all around me, burning holes like black stars on a yellow sky. I felt all the hairs on my body, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes stand on end.

I felt one great blast of heat, then I was submerged into a strange underwater world as my vision distorted. I could see the individual strands of light against the great expanse of field, and for what felt like hours I stood there, submersed in my lightening-flashed world.

When I awoke, I felt strange. Warm and tingly, I could hear a strange thudding in my head. I took me a second before I realized what had happened. I smiled as I took off, running faster than any Risen, or any human could run. I was free, and I was ready to take on a world that hated me. With my newly regained heartbeat, I headed toward the capitol, and towards the final battle.

 

Posted Feb 6, '13 at 3:56pm

greenpeople2007

greenpeople2007

400 posts

This was published.
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Another Day Another Dollar

I remember back when I had to wear a suit and look good, now I going to work wearing jeans and an iron maiden T-shirt. I love working basement IT. I head into the elevator and hit ground, itâs a slow, old elevator, probably made in the 70s or early eighties. Itâs definitely a few years older than I am.

The elevator stops at third, and when the doors open, a good-looking woman walks in. Sheâs older than I am; most people in the building are since Iâm only 23. She smiles at me as she walks in. The doors close. Iâve seen the woman around the building before; I think her name is Anne but Iâm not sure.

âYouâre Emmett Brown, right?â She asks.

âSadly my parents didnât realize they had named me after Doc Brown from Back to the Future until it was too late.â I reply. Iâve said this more times than I can count.

âIâm Anne.â

I feel a small smile come to my lips.

We both step out of the elevator, I head for the elevator, she for the curb. I turn back to watch her catch a taxi, when a bus mounts the curb and hitâs her.

She didnât die, but she wonât be able to walk for a long time, if ever. An even bigger smile grows upon my face. I walk to the underground parking lot and find my ****ty old Civic. I can hear the sirens and the helicopter. Another day, another dollar, another soul lost to Chaos.

 

Posted Feb 7, '13 at 1:54am

dragonball05

dragonball05

1,800 posts

Confuzzeling title, amirite? But this be true, I/we are back and ready to post our crap before it goes to the big boys. This thread will be posted in by:


Amirite would be singular first person, with no we; our is plural first person with no my. Failed that whole I/we thing in the two sentences xD But I kid.

I liked the first one the most. At first I thought the whole motorcycle transforming thing was some sort of metaphor, until they went inside. Then I realized it was legitimate magic :P Nice short story, liked how it ended.

Second one is close to the first for me, but I enjoyed the magic duel, albeit short. The detail given in this one was very nice, and really made me feel like I could imagine being struck. I was slightly confused as to what battle was being spoken of, but I decided it didn't matter and was just a cool ending, haha

The third one was going fine, and I was looking forward to how this played out, then was horrified while filled with laughter as the lady got nailed. Couldn't help but laugh at how he shrugged off the event and even smiled about it, seeing it was at least not him being hit. xD
 

Posted Feb 7, '13 at 9:28pm

greenpeople2007

greenpeople2007

400 posts

A short story I've been working on, I'll post more if there's any interest
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As I enter the gates of the City of Nyare, I am astounded at the sheer amount of water. Never in my life have I seen so much water in one place at one time. Pathways lined with shallow streams, bridges leading over rivers. Pools and canals and ponds and water gardens, itâs amazing, and terrifying. I fall into one of those pools and Iâm drowned; I cannot swim Iâm a desert man; I can barely float in a bathtub! Of all the things I fear, water is my greatest enemy. As we continue onward, I cannot help but wonder how the people live surrounded by the water, or how they can live in such a cool, wet climate. I respect their culture, but give me dunes and desert over sea and storm any day.

We enter the palace, a marble giant delightfully devoid of water. We walk through the ornate halls, until we come upon the throne room. I step forward and bow at the waist before I approach the King of Nyare. He is pale, like marble with tinges of red, his hair is the colour of sand, and his eyes are a deep sea blue.

âYour Honour, I am Price Jericho of Sarai, I am here to confirm your assimilation into our great empire?â I say, Iâve found that when conferring with those who will soon be a lower rank than I, it is best to make them feel as though they have options, even though they often do not.

âAh, yes. When your father first sent me the parlance, I was at first wary. However after I realized the trade opportunities it would bring, I was overjoyed at the union. I hope we can be great allies in the future. The allying of your empire will certainly bring a greater sense of comfort to my people. However, I was wondering what you and your people gain from it? â He says.

âAllying? Your Honour, you must be mistaken? We are not allying; you have agreed to become a state of the empire, have you not?â I ask, as he is sadly mistaken. The Empire does not ally; kingdoms either join, or decline.

âIf I were to join the Empire of Sarai, it could only be through marriage. I would not stoop as low as simply being assimilated. Nyare has been under the rule of my House for centuries. I will not simply sell out simply for the sake of the comfort of my people, our laws and systems are more than adequate for our small populous.â He said forcefully, and to my growing annoyance.

âIf you would excuse me for one moment so I may consult with my advisors,â I say, quickly turning out to the hall where a local advisor awaits.


I quickly tell him of the situation, however he is of no help at all, and I begin to pace. Iâve not met such a prideful king as this, nor have I met one so stubborn. I am baffled as to why he would not accept our offer! Does he not realize how much greater they will be! I stop my pacing, as a plan forms in my mind. I quickly return to the throne room.


âYour Honour, I have many younger siblings, perhaps one could marry a child of yours?â I ask. This wouldnât be the first time Iâve offered a sibling for marriage, but usually itâs planned.

âI have two daughters, one who has lived for thirty years, and one who is barely over seventeen. Since I will not have my youngest bedding with one who is so much older, you may have my oldest for yourself.â He says, proud of his personal morals.

I find myself almost laughing as I say, âYour Honour, the weathering my skin has taken must be much greater than I ever expected, for being mistaken as being in my early twenties is normal, but I must assure you that I have only just turned twenty-five.â

Iâm barely containing my laughter now; never have been told I am older than 30. How old must he think I am to be too old for one who has just come of age, 17 and 25 is young compared to most marriages, 13 and 30 being more commonplace outside the empire. I understand that a combination of extreme dry skin and some light stubble ages me I appearance, but his estimate is hilarious.

âIndeed,â turning to one of the door servants, âBring about Luna.â

The door servant goes running off to find this person, and I stand in wait for a good fifteen minutes. The woman who walks in is unexpected to say the least. Pure white hair, skin and eyes, people like this donât exist where Iâm from. They are non-existent west of the mountains, but here in the River Basin they are incredibly common. I couldnât help but stare, this was my first time east of the mountains, and Iâve never seen one before. Not that the desert people are racist, itâs just that anyone lighter than bread crust is considered pale.

âMy name is Luna. You are Prince Jericho?â She turns to her father and says, âYou expect me to lie with a desert rat? I refuse, let him have Atari, not that heâs worth a servant.â

âYour Honour, keep your daughters. Such unjust displays of intolerance will not be accepted in the Empire. We do not discriminate against colour, gender, or social stature. I had hoped you would be the same.â I almost yell.
I storm from the city with a fire in my heart. Nobody deserves to be treated with such indignation as this. As I pass through the gate, I notice another darker skinned person. I call stop, and walk up to her.

âPardon me; you are from the west, are you not?â I ask; sheâs the first non-white person Iâve seen outside my small party.

âYes. The only job I could get here was as a palace servant, the people here donât like those of us from the desert,â I can hear the sadness in her voice as she continues, âI was stolen by the local slave traders and then sold.â

I reach up and grab one of the medallions that hand from the chain on my neck, and hand her the one that says my name, âYou belong to me now. Iâm employing you as my hand servant.â

She climbs onto the front of the carriage along with Karit, the driver and a close friend of mine. The three of us talk long into the mountains. By the third day out of Nyare, we are at the edge of the desert, and I am feeling much better now that Iâm away from all that water.

 

Posted Feb 8, '13 at 12:57am

dragonball05

dragonball05

1,800 posts

That latest one was definitely interesting. More like that!

 

Posted Feb 8, '13 at 7:09pm

greenpeople2007

greenpeople2007

400 posts

The next part of the short story
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We travel by night, as the only way to navigate the desert is by stars. I lead the horse and we make good time, however weâre only about a day into our 10 day trip when a sandstorm comes howling in. We find shelter behind an old stone wall and wait out the storm. At one point the servant girl, her name is Kylin, asked me about my amulets. I donât know why, but I love explaining about my amulets. I wear six, including the one of my name. Every one is different, and every one represents something.

1. The first one I recieved was my name, it tells everyone who I am, and it marks all the slaves who belong to me, as they carry a copy.

2. The second is my Mark of Satant, it says Iâm a citizen of Satant, anyone and everyone born there carries one. Itâs so if the empire every breaks Iâll have some where to go.

3. The third one is the Mark of Banishment; I got that when I became such a thieving menace they had to kick me out of Satant, they are changed every year. It was recinded, but I keep it as a sign of my past, a way to keep my old life alive.

4. My fourth is the Mark of the Trial of the Sands, its proof that I lived and thrived in the desert. Itâs a symbol of great strength.

5. Fifth is the Mark of the Emperor, this is makes me a royal, it was given to me by the king himself when he found me in the sand, almost dead.

6. My seventh is Karitâs name. Heâs my âpersonal guardâ.

Kylin only has two, the Wandererâs Mark, and her name. When we got moving again, she wanted to know all about my adventures as Imperial Diplomat. I was happy to oblige as so much of what I do is protocol and court action; I never have time to really ramble on about myself, or to think of myself in general.

Kylin has the bronze colouring of a Northern Wanderer, but it dark like the southerners, she also has the signature green eyes. Her high cheek bones and narrow face give a very regal appearance, much like the Empress. Sheâs very small for a Northern Wanderer, although I suspect sheâs only half, she has the long feet and fingers of the South, and she has the build of the south, too. Itâs very unusual, but very beautiful.


We find an oasis, and for the first time about three weeks I can shave. When Iâm done, I take a good look at my face for the first time in years. My deep, ruddy-brown skin, and dark blue eyes are so unfamiliar, and I can barely see the malnourished sixteen-year-old anymore. I can see my mother, though, we have the same nose, and the same ears, and we both have the same dimples. Itâs comforting to be able to find her on my face. As for the rest, Iâm not so sure.

I look over at Karit. Heâs lucky; heâs got the rich, smooth, deep brown skin of the grasslands, and the rugged looks to match. When I took him as my âpersonal guardâ it was so we could be closer, he is my best friend. Iâm also a little jealous of him, he can choose whoever he wants for a wife, but I have to marry who Iâm told.

I sigh and dip my feet into the water. I think back to the last time I was here. I remember waking up that day and feeling the heat of the sand before the sun was even up. By noon I was floating in the middle, barely able to breathe over the heat. That would have been about 12 years ago. Although palace life is excellent, I do sometimes miss the desert.


I soon fall asleep on the shore of the oasis, the sound of the small waves and the swish of Palm trees rocking me gently into a peaceful oblivion. A strange dream comes to me while I sleep. I sit upon a throne, and am high enough to see the whole of the continent, from the Southern Islands to the Waste of the West. I rule over it all, and the people are somewhat happy and there is peace. I feel unbalanced, like only one part of me is here. I jerk myself awake and go back to the carriage. I lie next to the heavily snoring Karit, and soon find myself asleep along with him.


The next few nights are uneventful in the worst way, with nothing but hard traveling and silence. No songs are sung in the desert, nor are stories told. The desert is a forbidding place where you only survive with patience and silence. For five nights we travel, stopping at as many oases as we can, many of which are familiar to me.

On the fifth night we pass around the ruins of Ankorath, which was once home to the Kingdom of Rathar. Rathar was a great and terrible kingdom, ruling for over 50 generations. It was brought down by the Ry, great desert serpents that lived beneath the sand and grew to be fifty feet long. It is a cursed place; there are a thousand miles of tunnel beneath those ruins and the horrors within are unspeakable.


Another two nights and we reached Satant, my old home. Weather beaten, thousand-foot walls surround the great city, and the old Hole in the Wall is still crumbling and worn. Between the outer and inner walls are farm fields, and the very centre is the booming city-state of Satant. As I walk through the first gate, I canât help but feel nervous out of habit despite multipul visits since my unceremonious removal from it's great sandstone walls.

The walk through the field is as fun as always for the people love seeing me. Knowing that a street urchin managed to get himself as far as I have gives them hope for a better tomorrow. My father tries his best to keep the hope alive for his people, itâs one of the reasons the empire is so vast and so peaceful. They crowd around the carriage, reaching up their hands to me, cheering and laughing with the Prince of Man as I'm called. I love the people; I would spend hours and hours wandering the packed streets if I could.

As we enter the inner city, I feel like something is wrong. There are fewer people walking the streets, and those that do are all carrying knives. There are archers posted at many rooftops. I get a very bad feeling about my city, but we contine onwards and I make no mention of it.

 

Posted Feb 8, '13 at 10:02pm

dragonball05

dragonball05

1,800 posts

Really the only critique I have is some errors in words.

6. My seventh is Karitâs name. Heâs my âpersonal guardâ.


Sixth :P

despite multipul visits


Multiple*

Looking forward to the next chapter with this newest plot twisty cliffhanger type thing.

Feel free to do other stuff though, so you don't exhaust this idea. I like variety, too
 
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