Being the strange

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Being the strange

Being the strange and slightly demented and sleep deprived person that I am I have decided to create an entirely new thread to announce that I officially reached 7,000 words today after 2 days of writing, and I think I may have a chance at winning this thing after all, woohoo, yay for me, etc.

Anyone want an exert? *raises sharpened pencil with manic gleam in eye* 

submitted by TNÖ, age 15, Deep Space
(November 3, 2008 - 12:41 am)

WHAT HAVE I DONE?! Did I just seriously ask to see it?!

submitted by Kit Kat
(November 5, 2008 - 4:39 pm)

It's not THAT bad... I posted the prologue, but that doesn't seem to have shown up...

14,000 words. Go me! 

submitted by TNÖ, age 15, Deep Space
(November 5, 2008 - 11:15 pm)

I'm sure it's not bad.  I don't know why she's so scared of you.  You're not that scary!  :):):)  I want to go read now.

submitted by Paige P., age 12, Gorham, Maine
(November 6, 2008 - 6:28 pm)

bravo!Nice work!

submitted by TNO's #1 fan, age there's 2 , top right corne
(December 31, 2008 - 9:58 am)

Um... *blinkblink*

submitted by TNÖ, age 15, Deep Space
(January 2, 2009 - 10:18 pm)

i like the story

submitted by TNO's #1 Fan (SCORPI, age both of my, in vacation
(January 10, 2009 - 7:07 am)

Here's the prologue:

Prologue

 

It was somewhat dark. Which was natural and fully to be expected, seeing as how the sun was sinking beneath the horizon, and anyway I was underground, but it still created an eerie sort of atmosphere in the small, circular and bare room that I stood in. I drummed absentmindedly on the wall, wishing I had a windowsill instead; windowsills are infinitely preferable for drumming or tapping, but, as this was a basement, there was an entirely sensible lack of windows.

The door opened with a long and rather dramatic creak of rusty hinges. “Always one for dramatic entrances, eh, Fate?” I asked, smirking towards the wall.

“Always one to see the worst in people.”

“It’s what I do, mate.”

“Of course, I’d entirely forgotten in your absence.”
“Well, happy to remind you.”

“Thanks. I needed that.” The sneer in his voice was all to evident by now.

“Oh, that hurt.”

“No, it didn’t, so why lie?”

“Because I can.”

“Stunning logic, absolutely stunning.”

“Because it annoys you. Fate.”

“Better.”

“What do you want?”

“What, no ‘hello’?”

“We’re already well passed that point. May as well get on with it, no?”

“This is my city. We follow my rules.”

“Whatever you say.”
“Really?”

“No, of course not.”

“Didn’t think so.”

“What do you want?”

“I’ve a proposition.”

“Oh? Will I be interested?”

“I think so.”

“Your judgement has never been proven to be particularly accurate, though.”

He paused, considering, before continuing. “It involves the human realm…”

“Nope, see, I was right, not interested.”

“I haven’t even asked yet!”

“‘Humans’. That’s good - or bad - enough for me.”

“Ok, look, you are a Principle. You have a duty, a calling-”

“Oh, don’t start that rot with me, you know I don’t buy into it.”

“A bet then.”
“A bet?”

“You go for a year, down there-” he gestured, I could hear his sleeves slice the air - “and I will make amends to the Undesirables.”

“And if I get bored and leave?”

“You go a month without breaking any laws of nature.”

I sighed. “Deal.”

“Good.” He turned around, sharply, in that annoying and crisp way he had. “Your year starts tomorrow.” I listened to his heels click as he marched smartly out of the room; the door slammed with another creaking protest.

“Well, I think that went rather well.”

“No, it didn’t, why did you agree?”

“A whole year down in that slush bucket-”

“Won’t be so bad, they do stupid things to-”

“We’ll have to stir things up a bit though, else we might well expire of boredom-”
“Think that would give Fate an excuse to void the deal-”

“Nah, likes to think of hisself as an honorable bloke, he won’t-”

“Stupid prat-”

“SHUT UP!” I cried, clapping my palm to my forehead in exasperation. “Can’t hear meself thing with you lot nattering on and on in there.”

“Sorry.”

“Whoops.”

“Couldn’t contain myself-”

“Won’t happen again.”

“Sorry! Sorry…”

“Dreadful sorry.”

“You’re doing it again. Shut up, all of you, let me think.”

“About what? You’re already committed to staying down there.”

“Unless you want a month of not breaking any of nature’s silly little-”

“Don’t start arguing. Just be quiet!”

“Ok.”

“Right, sure.”

I shook my head. Having voices was so confusing, especially if those voices had a tendency towards chattiness. “Right, so, through the Chaos Storms?”

“If you want us to be quiet, why do you go asking us questions?”

“I was being rhetoric.”

“Oh…”

“You’ll have to be quiet, all of you, once we get down there, you realize that? Wouldn’t do to have seven different voices vocalizing themselves in a realm where everybody’s got just one…”

“Right.”

“We’ll remember.”

“Silent as mice!”

“Only not so squeaky.”

“Ok, Ok, I get it! We’re going now, it’s quiet time! 

submitted by TNÖ, age 15, Deep Space
(November 4, 2008 - 5:44 pm)

*sigh* I really need to get out of the habit of just writing dialogue... :|

submitted by TNÖ, age 15, Deep Space
(November 6, 2008 - 9:17 am)

I thought that was really well done, just a little confusing as to who was talking in the beginning.  But other than that I thought it was great!

submitted by Mai K., age 12, Milwaukee
(November 6, 2008 - 6:24 pm)

No, no it was really good! Seriously! Honestly! Sincerely! Truthfully! OK, you are right about the large amount of dialogue though, it was kind of confusing...but-but-but, other than that, I REALLY really like it! When do we get the next part? *crosses legs and leans forward attentively*

submitted by Kit Kat
(November 8, 2008 - 10:21 am)

Oh, you, er, wanted more? I can post the first chapter I s'pose...Laughing

Weeee! We can do smileys now!

...D'you suppose it'll be buggy like the italics? 

submitted by TNÖ, age 15, Deep Space
(November 10, 2008 - 5:49 pm)

Wow!  That's really good!!!  Wait, did you already say how many words it is?  If not, how many is it?

submitted by Paige P., age 12, Gorham, Maine
(November 6, 2008 - 6:31 pm)

Fanks. :) It's 20,000 words at last count; my goal is 100,000 so I'm right on schedule.

To Mai K: Sorry it was confusing, just remember that the rude one is Chaos. :) and that it's a first draft written in approximately 6 days... about a half hour for the prologue. 

submitted by TNÖ, age 15, Deep Space
(November 6, 2008 - 11:28 pm)

Good job!  You say that 100,000 words is your goal.  Is that for the entire month, or what?

submitted by Paige P., age 12, Gorham, Maine
(November 7, 2008 - 2:53 pm)

100,000 for the whole month, yeah. That's about 3,334 words per day. My brain is melting as we speak... :D

submitted by TNÖ, age 15, Deep Space
(November 7, 2008 - 4:18 pm)