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Here's a fun game my friends and I do sometimes: write a story sample 200 words or less, and everyone tries to guess who wrote it. If someone gets it right, you have to reveal who you are. Here goes!
The sunset's stunning colours and beautiful lights were already fading away, growing darker as the night drew on. The sky was left an inky blue, cloudless but empty. Adalia fought the feeling of dread building up in her heart. She had cherished every second for the past two days, until her thirteenth birthday. She had sworn to Maud, the healer, to tell her clan, the Inashi, her secret. She had made an idle promise at age seven, thinking little of the day in five years when she would have to reveal herself, bound by the spirit oath. Tomorrow she would tell her secret, and they would exile her to wander in the Wildtrees forever.
Think you can guess? I warn you, I'm fairly obscure here on Chatterbox, and you may not know me. Good Luck!
submitted by ????, age ????, ????
(May 27, 2009 - 4:29 pm)
(May 27, 2009 - 4:29 pm)
sounds fun (and snacks to anyone who gets the reference in my name and location)
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Jeb grew up the hard way. On his sixth birthday, he lost his father to the Sorceress’ brutal regime.
His mum was destroyed by his father’s murder. Her face healed, but her heart did not. Jeb knew that she tried to be there for him, to comfort him, but he could see that every effort hurt her.
And so he became bitter. He trained himself not to feel, not to hurt, not to love. He grew distant and watched impassively as his mum slowly died of grief.
He remembered distinctly the day that she died. His mum called him in from where he had been chopping wood. She was laying in bed, pale and sick looking, her eyes bloodshot from a sleepless night. Wordlessly, she reached out and took his hand- Jeb recalled being surprised by the cold of it. And then, two minutes later, she was dead.
Jeb dug a grave beneath a large tree, and left the cabin behind. His only goal was to bring down the Sorceress.
On his twenty-first birthday, he found his father again. His heart warmed just a little. For the first time in fifteen annuals, Jeb Cain felt hope.
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Alright, fanfiction, I admit it, but in my defense he's a very minor character.
(May 27, 2009 - 10:51 pm)
Oooh, I like it. Hmmm.... age pi, the ARMADA?
(May 28, 2009 - 1:29 pm)
I'm not sure about the second one, but I think that the first is either Jenni, TNO (umlaut), or Caroline, because as far as I know, other than myself (due to peer pressure), they're the only ones who use British spellings, and "colours" had the extra u, so...
(May 28, 2009 - 2:53 pm)
The original poster isn't me. Maybe it's Mary W.?
(May 28, 2009 - 5:31 pm)
Is that you, Annie? (the ????? person)
(May 28, 2009 - 2:21 pm)
Hmph. I should've known you'd catch me, Allison. To those of you who don't know, Allison and I are best friends, and yes, that was me.
(June 2, 2009 - 1:40 pm)
Ali whipped around the corner, her emerald cloak practically flying behind her. How could they actually think she didn't have the guts to hear about the Liljuy war? Ali stopped to shove the statue of Polina ,her great-great-great grandmother Polina,who had spenther time in the Castle of Bijorn, sewing until she couldn't see. All of her female descendants had done the same. Until Ali. Ali shoved the statue again, knowing it wouldn't move. She continued down the passageway, pulled back a tapestry, opened a door, and burst into her room. She walked briskly through it, and opened another door. She sped through the passageway and soon stopped and put her ear to the wall. Now she could listen to the talk about the Liljuy war.
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(May 28, 2009 - 2:29 pm)
Lorelei leaped backwards, astonished. “B-but, w-why?” she sputtered. “Why would you betray us?”
Zaian hung his head in embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “It was forced upon me. It was all Tjkose’s fault. If I had run away when I could… well…”
Lorelei sprung up. “Run away? You had a choice? But I thought- you were- you chose…?”
“Yes, Lorelei,” Zaian said. “I chose to join the Dark Side and Tjkose’s army when I was younger, about eleven. I wanted to be the next villain, but I realized that being evil was too hard for me. It just wasn’t the way I was raised as a boy. I struggled to do bad things to get me out of that mess, but on the Dark Side, bad is good. I was already too deep in.”
“But still, why did you?”
“Tjkose told me that he would kill the girl who meant the most to me, you. I couldn’t let him, so I told him where all the Speakers were hiding, where his successor, Ema is.”
“Oh,” Lorelei said simply. “Well, I’m glad you did. I don’t want to be dead. I want to be with you.” She hugged him. “We’ll get rid of him, one day or another. But first we have to get Ema from his grasps.” She laughed meanly. “Tjkose sure likes to force people. I’m gonna show him what forcing is.”
(This is an excerpt from a story I'm writing. Well, a part-to-be of the story.)
(June 1, 2009 - 3:21 pm)
JFB?
(June 1, 2009 - 4:54 pm)
The name Lorelei comes from a book by Gail Carson Levine. I had been wondering where I had heard it before. Anyway, here's mine.
I shakily stood up and wiped the dirt off my hands and knees. Thankfully, the place was low-ceilinged. Lunacea was behind me, brushing herself off. Where were- Then I knew. I almost laughed aloud. It was the hidden cavern! And right now we were in the room holding the Queens-mirror. The Queens-mirror was an ancient relic passed down among Faerie queens for countless years. Legend had it that if someone who was one day to become a Queen looked in the mirror, their reflection would show them wearing a crown. However, its use was restricted to those who were already Queen; for fear that fate would be altered. If an ambitious young faerie were to see herself wearing the crown, who knows what could happen. An assassination, perhaps? Many are not content to let a prophecy come true on its own. These thoughts and others filled my head as I looked around. The mirror hung on the wall, covered by a curtain, for in truth we had no queen. There was a doorway nearby which led into another room. Lunacea silently led the way through. The next chamber was the library. It stood completely deserted. Shelves lined the walls, carved into the living root. Root! We must be under the meeting-tree now. We took the pathway to the right and arrived in a rather large room. In the center were seven wooden holders, in which rested the seven pearls. Seven guards stood their backs to us, on the other side of the chamber, conversing quietly. I called out to them, “Excuse me!” It was probably quieter than I meant it to be, simply because it seemed a crime to transgress the absolute stillness. They turned around immediately, startled. Lunacea spoke up. “We got here through the room with the Queens-mirror.” Her voice was curiously mouselike. The guards immediately turned their attention to us, and began to ask us a great many questions. We had to show them the hole where we came in before they were finished, and one of them stayed behind to follow it back to our tree. Then they led us through the pearls’ chamber, up a ladder, and into the gathering-tree. As we stepped out into the brightly lit and warm council chamber no one noticed a small figure slip from the crowd of faeries seeking refuge from the storm. It quickly darted into the trapdoor and was gone.
This won't make any sense at all by itself, but it goes to a story on my roleplaying website. This is the longest post I've ever made. Let that be a hint. :)
(June 8, 2009 - 3:53 pm)
I'm going to give you only two sentences. Make it hard.
My rock bugs, Marlo and Barbosa, are clearing their throats and glancing suggestively at the clock. I suppose I'll take their advice and go to bed.
Oh wait, it has to be a story sample? Too bad - it's not. :P
(June 4, 2009 - 1:48 pm)
Ok here's one of mine. This is not my usual style of writing but, here goes!
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Pain. That was all she could feel. Wild, raw, ravaging her being and tearing her soul to bits. I consumed her, everything. She didn't know who she was, where she what she was meant for. All she knew was pain. A kaleidoscope of colors swirled inside her closed lids. Poping, then shrinking, swirling like crazy worms, they taunted and teased her overloaded mind. Teetering on the brink of unconciousness she grasped for that shred of sense that would revive her once again. But this time, it avoided her grasp like a water snake and she slid down into the embrace of the cold unforgiving blackness where a long, piercing, unhuman shriek echoed in her mind.
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And, erm, sorry if anyone thinks thats disturbing. I was based off a very dark dream I had when I was 9 or something.
(June 8, 2009 - 11:49 am)
Violette thrashed as she sank into darkness. The water closed in over her head. She sank - down, down, down. She tried to hold her breath, but it was hard. As last her feet touched the muddy bottom. She had to act fast. She shoved her self up from the bottom, using her arms to propel herself upward. As her nose touched air, she breathed deeply, savoring every breath. Her family was splashing farther down the stream. They didn't know her close call. Violette swam back toward them, her strokes strong and sure as long as her face was above the water. She wondered if they would notice if she didn't left them. They started to leave. Violette took a deep breath and went underwater, digging her toes into the mud to anchor herself. Through her tinted goggles, she watched as they climbed up the hill away from the stream to which they had driven a hour to have a good swim. She watched in horror as they went into the dressing rooms and came back out, entered their car, and drove off. She pooped her head out of the water and watched in despair as the car went farther and farther away from her, up a stiff grade hill. This was the first time they'd been to that stream. Violette didn't know the way back, and anyway, they'd taken her clothes. Probably they'd think the clothes were Stella's, as Stella was about Violette's size. As the sun sank beneath the treetops, Violette rose dripping from the water, wrapped herself in other people's towels, and prepared to spend a night on the shore of a large, unfriendly world by her self. She even longed for her obnoxious little sisters who kept her awake at night. Strange, she thought, hoe you have to be deprived of annoyances before you realize how much you depend on them.
(June 12, 2009 - 7:22 am)
Oh! I know who 'You don't know' is! Emily H!
(June 27, 2009 - 6:32 pm)
Hehe. You got that from the take-a-picture-of-your-pet thread. Yup. I have rock bugs named Marlo and Barbossa, and they do tell me when to go to bed. (jk on the bed part) You got it, Ima!
-EH
(July 2, 2009 - 10:53 pm)