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17 year old fantasy/adventure author, looking forward to reading your guys' opuses

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Ill King The boy sat on the rooftops of the lively city, gazing at the slums he had lived his whole #life in. He looked at the innkeepers below as they brought there signs out. He saw the people in the market place as they bought there goods and went about thier days. A hot gust of wind from the north hit the boy in the face and he looked up from his pondering. A girl stood on the rooftop across from him smiling and he stood up to wave. Just as he stepped back a shingle broke and the boy went tumbling down to the slums some 5 stories below. The girl laughed and picked up the ends of her perfectly white dress flipping her hair as her eyes began to glow a bright irredesent blue. Suddenly the boy was no longer falling, but standing upright where he had been just a second before. People below continued as though nothing had gone on above them, and the boy stood astonished as the girl walked over the gap without a second thought. The boy opened his mouth but quickly caught his tounge. It was forbbiden to speak to a White even after they had just saved your #life. He looked at her in awe, at her beautiful face so perfectly shaped. He looked at the dress she wore that could buy a whole slums below. People and all. "My name is Madaline." She said landing lightly on the roof, barely even making a sound. He looked at her feet wondering how she could stand the cold. He himself was wearing two layers and he was still shivering. He almost hit himself for being so stupid. This girl was a White. She didnt care about how cold it was, she was one of the most powerful sorcerors this kingdom had ever seen. "My names Sroot." He said sticking his hand out, hoping it wouldnt magicly lop off.

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    Translate   12 years ago

    Change Among Us: Paxton Pt. 2 The night after she ran away from the white house Paxton was walking along a road running along the high way near Charlestown, she had tried hitch hiking but that hadn't worked out so well seeing she was a Pretty teenage girl walking through the rain, at night with her thumb um the first lady hadn't been bad at all, in fact Paxton did rather like the lady. She had gone on and on about when she was my age and the wild thing she had done when she was a young girl. The story's helped to relive Paxton's mind for the moment for now on matters back at the white house. Though walking now after the kind woman had dropped her off as far as she could go, she did think back on home, on her older sister now in college, on her aunt Nelly in the west, the next person to give her a ride was a man. And at the time Paxton didn't care much for who perticularly was going to give her a ride she was more focused on getting out of the rain. Sorry have to go at the moment lol just a little cliff hanger I'll finish i t later when I have the time.

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      Translate   12 years ago

      Change Among Us :Paxton Pt. One A quick note before the Story. This is following the same story line so far as the How it began title, I felt that name was just thrown up at the time as more of a filler than an actual title. That being said I'll try to change the name of the Oppose that I've already posted as not to confuse anyone, and the order in which the series is going to be written will be like I.e. (changes among us: name of character pt. 1<). Alright sorry for the detour I suppose we should get to the story. Paxton's father had his nose in a mountain of paper work, no doubt all things on his desk where not the average run of the mill workload. Her father was a very important man, his paper work would decide a lot of the economic decisions that would either be passed on to vote or not. Currently the news said that his efforts where for nil, though by looking at the man you would never know. You would never know that this man had any doubt that he could, and would reign in a country nearly entirely in ruin. The man would never succeed, even Paxton a 16 year old girl knew he wouldn't, it was far to late and she knew this, she even knew that the work he was doing was for nothing, he was more of a figure head than anything. The power of the president of the united states of America had deteriorated rapidly, as the say the rich still get richer and the poor get poorer. Now the problem really wasn't any of the economic issues that our government was still trying to put a lid on, no the real problem was that the certain rich folks in more rural areas of the united states had raises a substantial militia of mercenarys and rebel leagues. When the news said substantial, in D.C. They never told you what was going on in with the rest of the country, because the only time anyone would receive information in the rest of the country was right before a major battle or even after and all they have to say is that the are no longer a territory of the united states, and they are now under rule of the Demico, the leader of the party leading the rebellion. Paxton only knew the later about the country because her father was the president and she had no one to tell. And slowly America lost and dwindled into a very small state on the east cost. Hardly anything really. Paxton watched her father glance at a sheet of paper pick up a napkin, wipe his forehead, then he glanced at the computer and began typing efficiently on the keyboard. Paxton loved her father a great deal, but #life here was not what she wanted, she didn't want to live here any longer, and stranger was that she knew that she would never see her father again that night when she snuck out the white house. And she had no idea where she would be going, but something out there was calling her to California telling her that she needed above all else to be there, and when she thought of not going, of fighting the urge, her stomach would turn and her head would start pounding and she would have to stop and get her bearings, then before she knew it her feet would. E moving and shed be on again. Paxton's story may be the longest as it might entail her journey to California though there are many other characters she is sort of the most relied on and worthy I suppose of being the main character than the rest of the rest of the group, though that may change, any way plan on posting some more stuff tomorrow. Have a good night everyone XP

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        Translate   12 years ago

        How It Began (3): The Oracle Elijah picked up his history book and began walking down the isles of desk in the class room. Mr. White was at the front of the classroom looking hard at the assignments his peers had just turned in. As he walked past the front row of desks Mr. White looked up and said with a serious note in his voice "Elijah I'd like to talk to you for a moment." At times Elijah found it hard to look Mr. White directly in the eyes, it was a common rumor that he was albino and the odd shade of his iris' made you constantly ponder the thought. Of course the chalky skin and white hair didn't help either. But at the moment that wasn't all together the problem Elijah was having. He hadn't been doing much work lately in Mr. Whites class, not due to a lack of understanding, but mostly due to the fact that he saw no reason to study History like the rest of his courses. He didn't see the point to it, he thought the past was exactly that, the past. Elijah looked Mr. White in the eyes, determined not to let himself be shaken by fear. "I don know, I have to get to p.e. and I've already been tardy to many times this year." he said taking a few steps towards the door. Mr. Whites lips had risen into a small smirk, and the glasses on his face lifted slightly. "Maybe had you not been sleeping when the bell rung you would have made to class on time." he said looking back down to the papers in front of him " regardless your in no form of trouble, and I can easily write you a note so come sit down please." Mr white said politely gesturing toward the desk directly in front of the himself. Elijah walked over to the desk and sat slumped in his chair defeated. He had known his misdirection wouldn't work on the teacher but he figured it couldn't harm him to try. Since Mr. White had said he wasn't in any trouble his nerves where more at ease. " I've noticed you get excellent grades in every other one of your courses but your suffering terribly in my class. Are my assignments to hard? I'm not apossed to helping you with the subject matter, I have enough free time on my hands, and none of the other students have never asked." Mr. White said all the while sorting through the days assignments. He looked up when Elijah gave no response. How do you tell your history teacher you think history is boring. Without thinking about it those words came falling out his mouth. He was in instant regret, thinking Mr. White would get upset with home. He liked Mr. White. He made the class interesting, the way he would walk around the room telling stories of the civil war, of great leaders like Alexander the great, and underdogs such as William the conquerer. He made history interesting giving the student visualization of the topic at hand, never hesitating when some one raised there hand, to stop his lecture and quickly answer the students question. Mr. Whites face had a look of wonder and improbability. "How can that be the case History is everything, it is now, even today history will be made but the only ones who know it are the ones who will write it in a hundred years. Of course you've heard the phrase history is determined to repeat itself? Many mistakes would be made when all you had to do was learn from the mistakes that have already been made." Elijah said " I understand what you mean, it's just I hate opening this huge history book and reading about one culture then another in quick glances, it's hardly ever thorough, and I don't know I just get bored fast." he sat up a little straighter in his desk, now that he thought about it it would be a good idea to get some extra help from Mr. White. Suddenly it seemed like a brilliant idea, like there could be no harm in it. A shiver ran down Elijah's spine he felt like a part of him had just some how changed but just as fast as he felt in it was gone. " I would love to study with you Mr. White, but I really should be getting to class, what time would be good for you?" Elijah said standing up from the desk. "4 o'clock on Thursday's, meet me here if you aren't here the door will be lock at 4:10, I suggest you pay more attention in math, as not to repeat an incident like today's" Mr. White said another smirk rising upon his face, as he handed Elijah the slip he had promised. Elijah left the class room with a weird sense of accomplishment. That night Elijah dream of people burning, as he sat on the rooftop of a building not yet on fire, looking over the streets. He watched there souls drift up to the sky and then watched them get pulled back down through there body's into the ground. He smiled as he watched some of the souls flying high past the realms of earth into the Beyond. A tear fell from his eye and he felt a strong reassuring hand cusp is shoulder. Suddenly he felt fine, he looked at the boots of the man standing there, at there little carvings witch he knew to be made of bones, looked up the whole suit examining where some blood had stained the chest plate a crimson red, the he looked at the mans arms and saw the fresh blood coating them. As he looked into the mans face be was filled with more reassurance,then a part of his conscious brain saw the resemblance of the man to his History teacher, on this man had eyes the colors of endless emeralds and his hair was pitch black. He stood up and slipped on a wet spot on the edge of the roof and was instantly awake back home in his bed. The ceiling above him had two almond shaped blue lights shining. As he sat up to get a closer look the two shapes fee smaller and jumped down farther two his feet. Then he looked over at the mirror on the wall to the left of his bed, and saw that his eyes looked like two swirling balls of blue energy. He fainted.

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        Vanessa

        Cool concept and very well written 😉
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        Anthony Medeiros

        @999nessa Ty, I'm gonna be writing one of the others right now if you want to read it, same story only a different character
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        Interesting. If its out I'll read it btw thx for liking my Prologue😉
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          How It Began(2) Lorian waited by his brothers side for hours, he figured, might as well let him sleep if he just made his decent from the Beyond. He sat there legs crossed drawing things in his mind watching them fly around the room as if though thy were alive, and then just when he thought it would keep flying, and he could work on another astral projection. Though then the projection would just turn to dust as though it never had existed, for an odd reason this made his new mature brain mad, this is what made him the creator and me the stupid babysitter. The other Lorians where flying around finding the proper information on the Messengers parents, it was almost as though they were controlling themselves, it took him minimal amount of brain power to make one suddenly go invisible in flight, a new trick he had not needed until the time came. This was good news, he didn't have twelve semi-gods flying around with a mind of there own, though it seems that mentally the clones were all here in his head, working as an ant colony working off of one brain. That is to say if he even had a brain anymore. Things from here on we're a mystery to him, sure he knew the basics but nothing was set in stone and they could always fail. Then the Creator would truly abandon the Humans to there fate. This thought sent a shiver down my spine, although the humans were weak and nearly useless, they did nothing to deserve death, though the Messengers never have to kill a soul, so long a they did there jobs. But he knew one day they would all kill there share of Humans, he preferred to think of it as a cleansing, a way of harming humans that would end up benefiting them. Because no matter what they thought Humans were supposed to be good, tho work they've been living in ha made them feel each other in ways they weren't prepared for, made them value a dolor more than a #life. But they would change, it was just a matter of time, he had seen them do it hundreds of times, had also seen them commit vile acts of evil that would make the hardest man weep. (1st person) Lorian The man on the ground in front of me began to stir, his pale purple complected eyelids fluttered open and his pupils adjusted to the light, in the centers of his jade eyes. The man sat up, and met eyes with Lorian. "Year?" the man asked rubbing some color back into his cheeks, examining the contents of his surroundings. "2075, your a little late, but there's no time to argue about the fact, did the creator instill you with any powers at all?" because obviously flying wasn't one of them, the way he had plunged through the air- wow where had that come from? It didn't matter at the moment what he knew , it was weather or not my Brother knew more than me. "My names Marith by the way, not that we need a friendly introduction, I've been watching you with Him for a long time now and Brother you have disappointed us." as the words fell from Mariths mouth, like water raging over the edge of a water fall, the blood drained from my face. "you've been wasting your time here but it does not matter much anymore now does it?" Lorian shook his head, rage filled him, wasting my time? WASTING MY TIME!!? What did they expect when they had him live 2000 years as a damned child, and worse his brothers tone was one of revelry not informative, he took pride in the fact that he'd made me faulted even slightly. He was trying to Make me angry. I pushed the words Mission Accomplished, into his head and with a snap of my fingers we were flying upward through the framework of the old shack. Light clouds cobbled around him spinning in fast circles under him making him look like he was coming out of a steam twister. His brother fought to adjust his flight pattern, a few more yards to the left and he would have taken out a passenger plane, but just as he made his adjustments, he flew face first into an oddly solid chunk of cloud and began plummeting to the earth again. I wanted to crush him to put him in the middle of one of my storms, that would make Katrina look like a cake walk. But I couldnt, I could however learn what Marith knew, so I screamed over the wind. "You've offended me Marith, and though I was a. Little angry a second ago I'm willing-" my breath flew out of my mouth as if it were running from a great ball of fire, making sure it got out as soon as possible, as not to get eaten alive. I looked down and sticking out of my chest was a transparent black harpoon, I felt my body being pulled through the air toward Marith, throwing my hands back a bubble appeared around me cutting the indestructible cord dragging me towards my brother. I then looked down again at the rod sticking from my chest, and pulled it out in one ferocious, swift movement, making the black glass catch fire and engulf itself as it fell. As the first harpoon fell millions of others filled the sky flying at me in a beautiful wave of black, I put one hand to my chest and felt my body being sucked into my palm felt the wound in my chest heal and then I opened my eyes. And set the sky on fire.

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