darkland8
05-19-2009, 12:33 AM
I'm new here and so i felt the best way for me to really jump in was to show some of my stuff. It's a nice and easy way to meet people and it helps show who i really am... kinda =p but ya here's my story Caliber:Shattered_Tears. I only have part 1 & 2 done for chapter one, but i really don't feel like i can move forward because i feel that it's total crap. Unfortunately i have no clue what to do... ya writers block =p
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I always wondered why I was alive. What was I born for? What is it that I am supposed to accomplish? Or is my life totally meaningless? These are tings I always wondered. I always prayed that I would find an answer, but deep down inside I knew that none would come. Even so I never stopped praying, or searching for that answer. The answer that would give meaning to my meaningless life.
* * *
It was quite a typical day. The sun shown high above the clear baby blue sky. A light breeze blew the loose leave of the trees. The leaves danced around as they fell slowly to the ground. It was another typical, beautiful day.
I combed my hand through my long uncombed hair yawning as I stumbled slowly to school. Like every morning I battled against my common sense as a attempted to force myself to turn around and head home. And just like every other morning it was a battle that I was to inevitably lose, just like a lone peasant standing up to fight against an army armed with guns, swords, and magicians. I sighed as I raised the white flag in my mind declaring my loss.
“Ahh, this is stupid. I should just turn back. It's not like there is anything important going on...”
Suddenly at that moment a had graped my right shoulder and and a tall lean blond girl appeared from behind me.
“Last time I checked mid-terms weren't something 'not that important' Nasta. If you keep acting like this you'll never graduate.”
Great, just what I need. Of all people to see while walking to school it had to be her! I thought as I sighed to myself.
“What do you want Saya? I'm really not in the mood for your 'you better clean up your act' talk today. Anyways whatever I do is none of your business. Your not my sister or anything.”
“Is that any way to treat your childhood friend? We've known each other since we were two, we use to take bath together when we were little we're practically brother and sister! Plus I promised your mom that I would look after you while she's in the hospital, and I'm planing on keeping that promise. I don't take my promises lightly like some people do.”
I scowled as she borough up my mother. Saya always knew how to press my buttons and what buttons to press to get the most reaction out of me.
“I'm here aren't I? It's not like I'm ditching or anything. I'd never do anything to hurt mom...”
My last sentence trailed of onto a faint nearly inaudible whisper as my mixed feeling for my ill mother started to wash over me. Suddenly Saya slapped my back as hard as she could, I stumbled forward several feet nearly falling onto a group of three girls from my school. They girls shrieked as moved out of my way as I tumbled toward the cold hard cement ground, landing with a dull thud face first. I leaped up just as suddenly as I fell and turned to Saya who was now standing directly behind me. She was laughing so hard it was a miracle that she could even stay standing.
“What the **** was that? Are you trying to frikin' kill me. I could have gotten a concussion and then I would have had to go to the hospital and skip school!” I yelled to her at the top of my lung as I rubbed my bruised and bleeding forehead.
“Ha ha ha, concussion my ***. It would take something a lot harder to hurt someone with a skull as thick as yours. And what's the big deal anyways? You wanted to ditch school anyways,.If you did get a concussion you'd have a legitimate reason to skip. That way you aren't breaking your promise with your mom.”
I sighed again. “**** you Saya.”
“Say that again and I swear to god I'll smack you in the head so hard you will get a concussion. And don't you dare think I wont do it cause you know I will.”
I rolled my eyes in silent rebellion “Yes mommy.”
And at that Saya gave me a swift thwack to the head.
“Ow!”
“You were just begging for it.”
* * * part 1 end ***
The classroom was filled with noise. Students chattered about what seemed to be nothing at all. Who was dating who, how last night's party was, how evil some teacher is, and how much of a slut that girl in someone's forth period class is. Doesn't anyone talk about anything different? I mean really I swear to god all this is old news. Why the hell is life so boring?
A loud clap-like thump made me jump forcing me out of my train of thought and back into reality and all it's dullness. I looked up to the front of the class where the sound had originated from, and there stood a tall lean muscular man by the name of Mr. Setome. A stack of semi-organized papers sat in front of him in manila folder. Papers seemed to have been shoved into the folders in any which direction. It always amassed me that none of the papers were even the slightest bit crinkled.
“Well then, I'm sure all of you enjoyed your reading last night. Artamis Fockworth, in my opinion, is one of the greatest writers prior the great migration to Second Earth. Interestingly enough Fockworth didn't gain popularity till three thousand years after his death after all of the Calibaris Solar System was fully colonized. Much of his work is still missing because of the data corruption that occurred during the landing on Second Earth by Solaris IV, which was the primary data base, or library of the Solaris fleet. But I'm sure you all knew that, right Nasta?”
I picked my head up from the desk and looked at Mr. Setome. His face just spelled out the word “annoyed” I'm sure if you'd look in a dictionary you'd see a picture of his face in it.
“Ummmm... Right Solaris IV, the Solaris fleet's primary data base. Got it.”
I put my head back down and closed my eyes in hopes that he would just leave me alone after this. I sighed and under my breath I cussed out in annoyance. I hated English., or rather I hated Mr. Setome. All-in-all he was a cool teacher and was liked by most students but for some odd reason he had it out for me. He would always find some flaw in everything I did and then load up on it and just rant on about it. I mean I know I'm not the greatest student but It's not like I'm that bad. At least I show up to school everyday... Err well almost everyday.
The bell rang and all the students poured out of the classrooms. Our school was an open school which consisted of various buildings which was each assigned their own subject English, history, math, science, foreign language, arts, and metaphysics. As I left the English building I turned around and began to head off to my second period class in the metaphysics rooms.
I walked into the large strangely shaped building which had strange runes imprinted on the walls and magic circles placed in seemingly random places all over the front plaza of the building. A few of these symbols and circles I recognized to be of Elvish descent and were mostly related to protection, wisdom, and unity with nature. I stepped into my class room which looked like something from a Edger Allen Poe story gone very wrong. The room was dark, damp, and musty but also strangely warm and cozy. This strange paradox was what had always drawn me to this room and in the beginning of the year when I discovered this would be one of my classes I had gone ecstatic. In front of the room on the teachers desk sat a jet black cat it's eyes a strange blood red color that seems to pierce through ones soul and set it on fire. I walked up towards my seat in the front row right in front of the desk right within firing distance of the cats menacing eyes.
“Good morning Mrs. Garnis. That article you gave me to read last night was fascinating. I had no idea that the elemental map spider webbed like that it was quite an amassing concept for me”
I placed a news article on the teachers desk right in front of the cat which then looked up at me and meowed. It's gaze made me shiver, even in this burning early October heat.
“Well I'm glade you enjoyed it Nasta I had a feeling that would peek your interests.”
“Ya, that article blew my mind why don't we ever learn of such things in class?”
The cat suddenly jumped out of the desk and morphed into the shape of a skinny middle aged woman who wore a dark robe adorned with runes and magic circles just like the plaza.
“Well parents already complain that we teach the basic concepts of magic, imagine what would happen if we began to teach advanced level magic and spells. Parents would go crazy. Many still believes that anything regarding magic should stay in magic schools. Ok, well that enough of this discussion for now the period is about to begin now take your seat.”
Mrs. Garnis began her lecture on the properties of the seven primary elements and how mages were able to tap into that energy stored in the planet and use it to cast spells. It was all very basic stuff that I had covered on my own years ago in grade school, but even so I couldn't help but pay attention, it was – well to put it simply – magic.
* * * part 2 end* * *
I had always loved magic. From the moment I heard about it it enthralled me, it snared me in it's invisible net and never let me go and I never struggled to escape it's grasp. Many thoguht it strange for someone like me – who isn't a mage – to be so obsessed with magic, it was so abnormal. When i was young everything I did was because of magic. I learned to read so I could look at spell books and books about magic. I learned Latin, Sanskrit, Elvin, Dwarven, Dragonic, and so many more languages so I could recite the spells of each race even thought I knew nothing would happen. And at one point I even found my self filling out an application to a mage only school. This form of addiction was abnormal, and probably even a little bit unhealthy and I knew it, but I still couldn't help it. Something about it all made me feel strange, it made me feel happy, and for some reason I felt a strong connection to it all. The funny thing is till this day I still feel this connection.
* * *
My next two periods dragged on to what seemed to be an eternity, but as all things they did end, and afterwards came the best part of the day, lunch.
I walked toward the schools central plaza fighting and squeezing my way though groups of people who had inconveniently placed themselves in the middle of all the foot traffic. As I weaved though the crowd I heard someone shouting my name – or atleast I though it was my name – I turned around and look behind to see who was shouting out, and what I saw was quite a site. It was a short and petite five foot tall girl bouncing up and down amongst the crowd waving hear hands wildly as if she were drowning in the dense sea of people. What added to the humor was that she was probably jumping two feet high almost half of her hight.
I burst out laughing and waved back to her.
( so basically you just got a taste of part 3 as well, part 3 goes into the main characters group of friends and touches on his history and sets up for the main event that kicks the stories plot in gear.)
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I always wondered why I was alive. What was I born for? What is it that I am supposed to accomplish? Or is my life totally meaningless? These are tings I always wondered. I always prayed that I would find an answer, but deep down inside I knew that none would come. Even so I never stopped praying, or searching for that answer. The answer that would give meaning to my meaningless life.
* * *
It was quite a typical day. The sun shown high above the clear baby blue sky. A light breeze blew the loose leave of the trees. The leaves danced around as they fell slowly to the ground. It was another typical, beautiful day.
I combed my hand through my long uncombed hair yawning as I stumbled slowly to school. Like every morning I battled against my common sense as a attempted to force myself to turn around and head home. And just like every other morning it was a battle that I was to inevitably lose, just like a lone peasant standing up to fight against an army armed with guns, swords, and magicians. I sighed as I raised the white flag in my mind declaring my loss.
“Ahh, this is stupid. I should just turn back. It's not like there is anything important going on...”
Suddenly at that moment a had graped my right shoulder and and a tall lean blond girl appeared from behind me.
“Last time I checked mid-terms weren't something 'not that important' Nasta. If you keep acting like this you'll never graduate.”
Great, just what I need. Of all people to see while walking to school it had to be her! I thought as I sighed to myself.
“What do you want Saya? I'm really not in the mood for your 'you better clean up your act' talk today. Anyways whatever I do is none of your business. Your not my sister or anything.”
“Is that any way to treat your childhood friend? We've known each other since we were two, we use to take bath together when we were little we're practically brother and sister! Plus I promised your mom that I would look after you while she's in the hospital, and I'm planing on keeping that promise. I don't take my promises lightly like some people do.”
I scowled as she borough up my mother. Saya always knew how to press my buttons and what buttons to press to get the most reaction out of me.
“I'm here aren't I? It's not like I'm ditching or anything. I'd never do anything to hurt mom...”
My last sentence trailed of onto a faint nearly inaudible whisper as my mixed feeling for my ill mother started to wash over me. Suddenly Saya slapped my back as hard as she could, I stumbled forward several feet nearly falling onto a group of three girls from my school. They girls shrieked as moved out of my way as I tumbled toward the cold hard cement ground, landing with a dull thud face first. I leaped up just as suddenly as I fell and turned to Saya who was now standing directly behind me. She was laughing so hard it was a miracle that she could even stay standing.
“What the **** was that? Are you trying to frikin' kill me. I could have gotten a concussion and then I would have had to go to the hospital and skip school!” I yelled to her at the top of my lung as I rubbed my bruised and bleeding forehead.
“Ha ha ha, concussion my ***. It would take something a lot harder to hurt someone with a skull as thick as yours. And what's the big deal anyways? You wanted to ditch school anyways,.If you did get a concussion you'd have a legitimate reason to skip. That way you aren't breaking your promise with your mom.”
I sighed again. “**** you Saya.”
“Say that again and I swear to god I'll smack you in the head so hard you will get a concussion. And don't you dare think I wont do it cause you know I will.”
I rolled my eyes in silent rebellion “Yes mommy.”
And at that Saya gave me a swift thwack to the head.
“Ow!”
“You were just begging for it.”
* * * part 1 end ***
The classroom was filled with noise. Students chattered about what seemed to be nothing at all. Who was dating who, how last night's party was, how evil some teacher is, and how much of a slut that girl in someone's forth period class is. Doesn't anyone talk about anything different? I mean really I swear to god all this is old news. Why the hell is life so boring?
A loud clap-like thump made me jump forcing me out of my train of thought and back into reality and all it's dullness. I looked up to the front of the class where the sound had originated from, and there stood a tall lean muscular man by the name of Mr. Setome. A stack of semi-organized papers sat in front of him in manila folder. Papers seemed to have been shoved into the folders in any which direction. It always amassed me that none of the papers were even the slightest bit crinkled.
“Well then, I'm sure all of you enjoyed your reading last night. Artamis Fockworth, in my opinion, is one of the greatest writers prior the great migration to Second Earth. Interestingly enough Fockworth didn't gain popularity till three thousand years after his death after all of the Calibaris Solar System was fully colonized. Much of his work is still missing because of the data corruption that occurred during the landing on Second Earth by Solaris IV, which was the primary data base, or library of the Solaris fleet. But I'm sure you all knew that, right Nasta?”
I picked my head up from the desk and looked at Mr. Setome. His face just spelled out the word “annoyed” I'm sure if you'd look in a dictionary you'd see a picture of his face in it.
“Ummmm... Right Solaris IV, the Solaris fleet's primary data base. Got it.”
I put my head back down and closed my eyes in hopes that he would just leave me alone after this. I sighed and under my breath I cussed out in annoyance. I hated English., or rather I hated Mr. Setome. All-in-all he was a cool teacher and was liked by most students but for some odd reason he had it out for me. He would always find some flaw in everything I did and then load up on it and just rant on about it. I mean I know I'm not the greatest student but It's not like I'm that bad. At least I show up to school everyday... Err well almost everyday.
The bell rang and all the students poured out of the classrooms. Our school was an open school which consisted of various buildings which was each assigned their own subject English, history, math, science, foreign language, arts, and metaphysics. As I left the English building I turned around and began to head off to my second period class in the metaphysics rooms.
I walked into the large strangely shaped building which had strange runes imprinted on the walls and magic circles placed in seemingly random places all over the front plaza of the building. A few of these symbols and circles I recognized to be of Elvish descent and were mostly related to protection, wisdom, and unity with nature. I stepped into my class room which looked like something from a Edger Allen Poe story gone very wrong. The room was dark, damp, and musty but also strangely warm and cozy. This strange paradox was what had always drawn me to this room and in the beginning of the year when I discovered this would be one of my classes I had gone ecstatic. In front of the room on the teachers desk sat a jet black cat it's eyes a strange blood red color that seems to pierce through ones soul and set it on fire. I walked up towards my seat in the front row right in front of the desk right within firing distance of the cats menacing eyes.
“Good morning Mrs. Garnis. That article you gave me to read last night was fascinating. I had no idea that the elemental map spider webbed like that it was quite an amassing concept for me”
I placed a news article on the teachers desk right in front of the cat which then looked up at me and meowed. It's gaze made me shiver, even in this burning early October heat.
“Well I'm glade you enjoyed it Nasta I had a feeling that would peek your interests.”
“Ya, that article blew my mind why don't we ever learn of such things in class?”
The cat suddenly jumped out of the desk and morphed into the shape of a skinny middle aged woman who wore a dark robe adorned with runes and magic circles just like the plaza.
“Well parents already complain that we teach the basic concepts of magic, imagine what would happen if we began to teach advanced level magic and spells. Parents would go crazy. Many still believes that anything regarding magic should stay in magic schools. Ok, well that enough of this discussion for now the period is about to begin now take your seat.”
Mrs. Garnis began her lecture on the properties of the seven primary elements and how mages were able to tap into that energy stored in the planet and use it to cast spells. It was all very basic stuff that I had covered on my own years ago in grade school, but even so I couldn't help but pay attention, it was – well to put it simply – magic.
* * * part 2 end* * *
I had always loved magic. From the moment I heard about it it enthralled me, it snared me in it's invisible net and never let me go and I never struggled to escape it's grasp. Many thoguht it strange for someone like me – who isn't a mage – to be so obsessed with magic, it was so abnormal. When i was young everything I did was because of magic. I learned to read so I could look at spell books and books about magic. I learned Latin, Sanskrit, Elvin, Dwarven, Dragonic, and so many more languages so I could recite the spells of each race even thought I knew nothing would happen. And at one point I even found my self filling out an application to a mage only school. This form of addiction was abnormal, and probably even a little bit unhealthy and I knew it, but I still couldn't help it. Something about it all made me feel strange, it made me feel happy, and for some reason I felt a strong connection to it all. The funny thing is till this day I still feel this connection.
* * *
My next two periods dragged on to what seemed to be an eternity, but as all things they did end, and afterwards came the best part of the day, lunch.
I walked toward the schools central plaza fighting and squeezing my way though groups of people who had inconveniently placed themselves in the middle of all the foot traffic. As I weaved though the crowd I heard someone shouting my name – or atleast I though it was my name – I turned around and look behind to see who was shouting out, and what I saw was quite a site. It was a short and petite five foot tall girl bouncing up and down amongst the crowd waving hear hands wildly as if she were drowning in the dense sea of people. What added to the humor was that she was probably jumping two feet high almost half of her hight.
I burst out laughing and waved back to her.
( so basically you just got a taste of part 3 as well, part 3 goes into the main characters group of friends and touches on his history and sets up for the main event that kicks the stories plot in gear.)