Showing posts with label fantasy. Show all posts
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Monday, January 28, 2013

My Story, Chapter 2: Mori


Ah, the sweet smell of buns and cocoa and the Market Place are like none but the lilac and the apple blossoms in the spring. Common, yet rare and wondrous. I stop at the little peanut shack and buy a bag, just to keep the man from losing home. The shrieks from the next stall hurry me along though, and there is no time for dawdling.
            I cannot bear to look, but I do and find nothing is wrong. Only a mouse has disturbed Mistress Okray, and a mouse is nothing compared to the Spornids, or the Tapels, or the dreaded Magen.
            Oh, the Magen! Powerful Magi so overcome that they spawned a new group of evil. Glory be, the gracious Magi, to allow the Magen to add.
            Before the mouse may meet his death, I scoop him up and dump him near the Eastern wall, then buy a square of chocolate and a loaf of sugar bun. The cocoa and loaf are so sweet I crumble a bit for the mice and wrap the rest up for Sani.
            I continue with my shopping, buying rice and lettuce and cloth and parchment and beans, then hurry on my way. I want to get home to mother and little Sani, and Toku and Fahr.
            The leed merchant looks so pale I buy a packet from him just to pay. I wonder about his family and Horspurt. I know he has one. I hope he is well.
            About fifty years ago, the Orken from the south came and brought with them many goods, the likes of which had never been seen by our people before. One of these goods was Borkenshmitz, a meat dish prepared with teaberries and a plant called Orn.  This dish held a toxic called Pornet, which the Orken found harmless, but my people found it deadly. It weakened everyone who ate it and killed many. The disease,   called the Black Sickness by the people, was contagious and many caught it. Only the Orken were immune.
            Leed was a common grain, a hybrid of barley and oats. It, mixed with water and honey, could make the Black Sickness easier to overcome. But, a drought had come a year before and killed away many crops. The Sickness came at a time before harvest, and not much leed was in store.
            Around that time, yet it was maybe ten years before, all poor who needed food could take out a Horspurt. A Horspurt was a bet made with the government that for every week you worked without getting harmed, your family would get one bucket of rice, a square of tea, an apple, a loaf of plum bread, a bag of corn, and a salt of beef or horse. But, the food would not come unless nobody mentioned it for another week. At the end of every month, the food would come. Sometimes, the government would give more or less food than betted for.
            To symbolize a Horspurt, the family has one more mouth to feed- a Spornid. A Spornid is a creature with finger length fangs, finger length legs, and finger length ears. The creature are very loveable, although if treated badly use the fangs for a horrible purpose. You see, Spornids are like vampire kittens.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

My story, Chapter 1: Anya


“Nyah nyah!” Rickey taunted.
            I was getting fed up. I ran behind the crowd so I couldn’t be seen. I crept along the wall until only two rows of spectators were in front of me. I pounced. Well, actually I ran, but when I reached Rickey I jumped with my teeth barred and hands outstretched. So really, it was practically a pounce.
            Anyway, I pounced at Rickey and my best friend Keel buried her head in her hands and everybody else screamed. Everyone except Rickey, because he couldn’t see, but he would’ve screamed too, and anyways he should have known what was coming. You see, I’m a vampire. Yeah. It’s scary.  No one actually knows though, except Keel and the Magi, but the whole school still knows that I bite people. Apparently, that’s how I deal with stress. It can’t be helped.
            So anyway, I put one hand on Rickey’s head and my other on his shoulder and I bit down hard and drew up blood. I had these little tubes in my canines that held a tiny drop of blood whenever I drew some. I could blow it out later and suck it up or store it or whatever. That’s just how it worked. Once they were bitten, my ‘victim’ would fall asleep for any amount of time raging from 5 minutes to a whole day! The longest a person ever slept was ten years, but I couldn’t do that. Never in my life could I do that. Never ever.
            Anyway, Rickey was asleep, dripping blood, and my friends Hallen, Calli, Sara, and Keel were pulling a limp me towards the nurses’ office. When we reached the nurse, my friends pushed me against a row of lockers and stuffed a red pill in my mouth. This would keep me from biting for a while. Then, we heard footsteps. Ms. Cornell, the nurse, Mr. Fikes, the principal, and Mrs. Meel, my homeroom teacher, walked up to me.
            “What were you thinking?!” Mrs. Meel, who was a slight bit hyperactive, screamed.
            “Ah…” I gurgled bloody spit.        
            “Anya got angry and pretty riled up ‘cause Rickey McMeagan was taunting Lee Chase, right? So Anya got furious and went at ‘im. Sure, Rickey’s asleep, but at least Anya won’t be biting for a while.”
            You gotta love Keel.
            “Yeah!” helped Hallen, and then Calli, ever helpful, nodded seriously.
            “Definitely!” exclaimed Calli.
            “Alright, now no more biting, okay?” Mr. Fikes said.
            “Not on my watch,” Keel responsibly said.
            The teachers left and, as soon as they were out of earshot, “Go Anya! Go Keel!” Life was good. We held a little celebration party in the hall right there, because Keel and I are awesome.
            Later that day, Sara, Keel, and I were sitting together on the bus ride home. Sara was going on about how awesome her soccer team was, until Billie Andrews moved away, Keel was doodling, and I was staring up at the speaker waiting for an interesting song to come on over the radio.
 “Seriously,” Keel said. “I don’t care about Billie Andrews’s soccer team in Detroit. Tell us about her boyfriend Jemison, and she loved anyone who found him interesting. Actually, Keel and I thought that Jemison was a pig, but Keel just wanted Sara to shut up about Billie Andrews, and Keel didn’t really like soccer. I have no idea why.
Anyway, Sara was going on about her wedding plans, Keel was dozing off, and I was hunched over covering my ears, the music was so terrible.
“Sara, shut up!” the ever-present Tommy Pincher shouted.
“Well, Kara Pielatti isn’t any better!” Sara screeched.
“Guys, shut up!” I muttered.
“Children, SIT DOWN!” the bus driver, Mrs. Misameti yelled over the major hubbub of the big yellow bus.
“SHUT UP!” Keel screamed, and yanked Tommy and Sara down by the back of their shirts. Tommy felt so defeated that he just sat there and didn’t say anything for the rest of the ride. Sara was no different. She just sat there glaring at Tommy Pincher with her nose up in the air.
Two stops later, Sara got off. At the next stop, the bus was drained of sixth graders. While Tommy annoyed Eloise Spart, Keel and I made a mad rush to the Candy Café, an ice cream parlor and candy store, which was conveniently located in our neighborhood.
Once at the Café, we each ordered our Pecan Coco Hot Fudge Sundaes and sat down at a back table. We quietly ate our sundaes and talked about the day’s events. When our sundaes were finished, we each bought a Crunch bar and left.
Up in my room, I took a vile from a metal lock box underneath my bed. I quietly ejected the blood from my tubes and into the vile. I used my label maker to make a label that said ‘Rickey McMeagan’ on it and put it on the vile. I put the vile back in the box and closed it up. I retreated to my desk and finished my homework.  


I wrote this story in 6th grade, and continued into the beginning of 7th. Through an interesting turn of events, I lost the "manuscript" and didn't get it back until kind of recently. I have not edited it, so some of the grammar is a little off, and there are a few places where i skipped some words or mistyped, so it might not make any sense. Sorry 'bout that. This is the longest story I've ever written (so far) so it may take a while before you've read it all :) enjoy!

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Material Girl; Prolouge

There was a single person walking the streets that night, wearing a huge trench coat, black rain boots, black sweats, and a black hoody pulled low over the face. The way the clothes were worn, it was impossible to tell whether the person was male or female, or what age- but for the height. The person walked around and around the street corners, taking certain blocks in sprints. (S)he arrived at an old abandoned grocery store, glanced around, and unlocked the door. The person went inside and the door closed with a click.

{[STORY NAME UNKNOWN 1]}; Prolouge

Peering out the window to feel the cool morning air, Nissan screamed. Out the window, sitting on the road, a raptor was changing, shifting, to a different form. The form of Ti Rebo, Nissan's neighbor's day manservant.
Behind her, a person threw their hand out across Nissan's face, smothering her scream. After a few seconds, her wide eyes closed, and she was knocked unconscious.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

ELVORE:The Powers Unite; Chapter 1

"Lady Rea! Lady Rea!"
"Oh Mama!" six year old Realm wrapped her arms around her mother's neck. "Today's my day!"
"My little angel's turning six!" her mother exclaimed.
"And I'm becoming Queen!"
Her mother laughed."Yes you are, my lady Realm!"
"I'm a queen!" Realm danced around the room, twirling and leaping.
"Almost, Lady Rea! Almost!" Queen Alia lifted her little lady up and carried her all around the room. "You little lady!"
"Me little Queen!" Rea shouted.
"You little Queen."
***
Boom boom boom boom ba boom! The trumpets roared, the crowd roared, the whole kingdom roared for Lady Realm's queening.Lady Rea took a step out the castle door and raised her hand in a salute. She was wearing a queenly gown, fit for a queen, the color of the moon that flowed and swayed with each step. She was the picture of pure elegance, her short, wavy brown hair was down, and she reflected her gown beautifully with her blue-gray eyes, pink lips, and alabaster skin. The six-year-old princess was beautiful. And now she would be queen.
"I now proclaim you Queen Rea!"
The crowd roared, the citizens roared, the trumpets roared. "I'm queen, I'm queen!" and Rea roared. "I'm queen!"