Sunday 9 September 2012

Creepers....

Indeed, it is I. I am back from the dead...

Or holiday. Same thing.

Anywho, I know I haven't blogged in centuries, so please stop throwing assorted junk at me. I just had a beautifully long holiday before I write exams, so be gentle.

But I haven't abandoned you people. Whoever you are. If you are still here...

I have been commenting on your blogs, and writing occasionally. Lets just say, you guys are more of an inspiration then I will ever admit.

But, I also have been wasting time. Minecraft. Where have you been all my life.

I have successfully watched hours of my time fly away into the awesome and amazing void that is Minecraft.

So yeah. Now you know where I have been the last few weeks.

Now, I know I said next time I posted, it would have a story. And I am keeping my word. It is down below.

But I also want to ask you random people something (is anyone even there?). Would you like me to continue with Lord Vlaedr's adventures? Because I have written a few chapters of it, but I'm honestly not "feeling it" anymore.

So here is your homework: choose one of the three stories you want me to write or continue.

Lord Vlaedr and Vesalda.

A new Lord Vlaedr.

Or this:


Chapter One: Through the fire and the flames.....

Why am I writing this?

What is the purpose?

I don’t know. I really don’t.

Maybe I am hoping that someone finds this one day.

Naive, I know.

But someone has to hear this story.

And it might as well be you...
 

 

I will start where it started. That night.

I remember the cold crystals blowing across my face, burning their way into my pores. The wind seemed especially sharp that night, cutting through me like knife to paper. My bones ache with the thought of it.

My boots crunched in the slushy, ice mixture, collecting moisture everywhere they could. Soon my jeans were soaked up to the knees.

I was walking home. No one was outside. Who would want to be? It was just me. And the cold. But I never got cold. It was just the way I was. Mom said that it was because I had grown up tough. I didn’t believe it.

The flickering of lights was seen through the windows of the houses. Everyone lit fires on a night like this. You would be mad not to.

Or dead.

One moment I was walking along a lonely street, the next I was spitting out chunks of ice and asphalt.

I picked myself up, gazing with horror at the destruction around me. What used to be houses were now charred wrecks, filled with bubbling glass and melted insulation. The street was no more. Shards of the sidewalk littered everywhere, in walls and scattered across yards.

There were no screams, no cries of agony.

Just. Instant. death.

Tears from the heat streamed down my face. I staggered away from the massive craters filled with blazes, heading further down the street towards my house.

I tripped over a crack, falling to my knees. I slowly raised my gaze, recognizing my yard for the first time. Or what used to be my house.

It was flattened, completely and utterly destroyed. My pillowcase was hanging from what used to be a tree. My mom’s laptop lay half-melted on the lawn.

My chest tightened, panic and misery flowing through me. I choked on my tears. Dead. They were all dead.

Then there was a scream. A shape appeared in the doorway, crawling on the floor, all the while sobbing and screaming. I jumped up and ran to it. When I got to it, it stopped moving but went on screaming. I turned it over and found out why.

It was my sister. Her face was melted, no features visible. Blood leaked  out of the broken and bubbling flesh. She seemed to sense me and screamed louder.

I backed up, now screaming myself. I bumped into someone behind me. Our neighbour. Also half melted. Also screaming.

There were people everywhere. Screaming. Alive, when they should be dead.

But I didn’t wonder or care. I just turned and ran, my body on fire now, screaming myself. But for different reasons.
 
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Yes it is short, but thats my style. Its how I roll.

And it is totally morbid.

No, I am not jacking other people's ideas. This is totally original. I wrote this more than four weeks ago.

Oh, and by the way, I watched Julie/Julia. It was so sweet. And its given me an enirely different prespective on blogging....

So remember: choose a story and comment it!

And comment on this one ^!

And help me get more readers!

Plus more critisism!!!!

10 comments:

  1. You're right, it is morbid, but you have to continue this story! Now that you started I want to know what will happen next so I voter for this story! ;)

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  2. Ah! My trusted friend/ally and biggest fan/reader! You never disappoint me in commenting! You have FAN OF THE YEAR award! Congradulations.

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  3. Hello! I am commenting. This is a comment. This is more of a comment. I thought I'd drop by because you're the only one who's ever commented on my blog :) Also, nice writing. I agree with Valice though, rather morbid. I love the pillowcase. Little details like that really make a scene. Didn't like 'craters filled with blazes'. Sounded a bit off.

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  4. Commenting is good. I like comments.

    You have no idea how glad I am to see someone else. "I have seen more cheer in a graveyard."

    And thank you for the critisism.It will actually help me as I write more.

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  5. I choose this story. It. is. awesome!

    All I ask is for a bigger font size.

    And thanks for the comments on MY blog. You've feuled my hopes of continuing to write capably. I may possibly even look bakc at them and smile. You've helped me more than you know, Vlaedr. Thank you.

    And keep this story! I love how disorienting it is at the begining.

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  6. These days it seems I am helping so many people :O

    Im glad I helped, Ominous. Anytime.

    And THANK YOU for commenting. It helps me more than you would guess.

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  7. Damn. You made me feel guilty.

    Is my vote still valid? Coz I say this one. :)

    Ah, critisism, critisism . . . I love getting it, but it's so hard to give. Firstly: he/she was on fire? Uh, what?

    Secondly: There's no indication of where it IS. Other than somehwere that is cold enough to have snow. Makes it a little hard to picture.

    I like how you jumped straight in at the beginning with the destruction. Good way to start. :)

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  8. I'll read this story first, then the Vlaedr one after.

    I liked it! I liked the almost instant leap into chaos and destruction, but it was slightly confusing and lacking of detail in places. Things like the pillow case and the laptop were great, but at other times is was slightly bland.
    It was brilliant, though!

    DRAGONFORCE. THAT SONG IS INSANE.
    LITERALLY. INSANE. THEY PLAY SO FAST ON THE GUITAR.

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  9. Told you I'd read it eventually

    Likin' it

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