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Yes, I will probably work on that soon. I just...got..completely...like..run over..not literally...mission...papers..*Falls over*
How soon is SOON and do you really have time for it? I don't want you to do something that you don't want to do and don't have time to do. (anxious to make her change her mind.) If you want I can redraw the picture to fix a lot of the problems..*nudge, Nudge.(it would make me feel better, at least until you are ready to work on it)....unless you have already began to work on it. -_- In that case just keep on working.
Thanks,
mike
Oh, I understand. *whisper (she's trying to stall for time.) Sure Sarphim, we believe you...
Actually I know what you mean. Mission papers were a big pile of MESS that hurt my head and made it ache sore-like. I had to fill them COMPLETELY TWICE!!!!! One 2-3 years ago and one this year. Ugh.... And to your mission, good luck on that. I hope that it will be a good proposition for you to endeavor in...
Sophisticatedly speaking, the anotomical ratio of the miss is underemphasized in mission. When the human gramatical structure of coherent thinking and coginant thoughts is combined with the IONS in the Mission, it creates an unbalanced structure, which is not very stable to relly upon. The Ionic propererties in the subatomic build of the mission, can never be emphasized in the theoretical proposition of mankinds emotions; the outcomes is catastrophic and most defeniately downright demeaning. People should be warned about the dangers of the word MISSION.
Thats the kind of thoughts that goes through my head when I filled out my papers.
tat-is th' cind uf thoats thet gos throu mie hed wen I filld oot mi paprs.
--"thats a negative sire, the ship took a direct hit and......"*WABOooOOOOOooooMMMM. Bwerp! BWerbp! Bwerp! "OH NO, WERE SINKING AND THERE IS NOTHING THAT WE CAN DO!!! ALL OF THE WATER RESERVES ARE COLAPSING AND ALL ENEMIES ARE OPENING FIRE.
Commander: "YOu FOOL, GATHER THE GARISONS AND RALLY THE TROUPS TO ATTACK THE FOR-FRONT. WE MUST TRIUMPH!!!!!"
*WHRRIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiii........BABOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!!!!!! ZzZzzzzzzt bbmmblbmblbmlll SHwish SWISH, crash, bwerp...bwerp........verp...erp er.......errrrrbbbbb...glub glub glub......... shsssssssssssssssssssssssss. cht.
commander: "ANSWER ME!!!!!!!!" but there is noone there to hear you commander.
the end.
Could you find it, if they are links?? I am a ditz, and I might have missed it.
thanks
mike
Monisawa wrote:http://jerbl.com/verganol/saraphim/
Here is the linkess to the pure scan. I have it in 300dpi and 150dpi if you want a different dpi, then request it and I will scan it again for you. I hope that you can understand all of the things going throug everything. If you need a guide, then ask and I will tell you what each thing is individually. -_- sigh......
Pleasee tell me of your progression and what your plans are. thanks
mikeTO Saraphim and Her eyes ONLY,
I don't know if you've worked on the lyther picture yet, but having looked back at the picture, I noticed that there is a whole lot of problems....mistakes...out of proportion, and balance...etc... (Parts of the picture X_X On the lythers, the girl and the background... )
If you don't wnat to work on it, then you don't have to.
I CAN redraw it if you want(I actually really want to do this...). I rather did rush the whole thing....-_- *Sigh... Another problem is that I found out that Justin Doesn't like humans... X_X Whoops!!!! I could see about changin' that too. Uh...if not on all those things, then you can use the colored pic and guide that I just barely included in the link up above. I made it as A guide to see where everthing is at. It is a rather poor scan, so if you want I can rescan it to a higher ressolution.
As we had discussed on this forumn thread earlier, you can just use the sketch as an idea. You told me to do a sketch first, so I gave it to you. It would not bother me if you turned around and did your own pic and I color it or finish it up. I know that we both have out own mehtods and styles...so even if you did your own pic, it would not bother me.I told you that you should've gone first. ^_^
thanks,
mike
WHERE IS SARAPHIM???????? (If you don't have time to do anything then say so. If you don't feel comfortable doing anything, then say so.......)
PLEASE ANSWER! (My time is ticking down and I am running out of free time. Preparing for BIG BIG journey, which you will read about in the Secret Garden forumn thread.)
I JUST NEEED TO KNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOWWW!! *ahem, anyway.
What do you mean, there is no new picture there????? Or did you mean long long ago?
Okay, I am working on my page again.
PLEASE submit links for the page.
I will look through them to see if they are okay, just submit links...PLEASE!!!!
thanks.
plethora of questions,
.....OW!!!!!!!!! My head hurts!!! that is a big word. I have heard of it, but....wow.
and yes, we are crazy....I guess. At least I think so. *Stops to ask himself the question, "Am I crazy?" *Self answers, "I don't think we are. Do you self number 3?" *Self Number 3 "No, NO were not crazy at all, we are just unique."
"Counting Down"
"Dragon's Creed"
"Companion"
Oh, So So true. So many torn verses of poems and songs do I write and wish to write concerning these subjects. For this cause I will post one that I have written recently.
When you read it, use words in their awsome purity that I spoke of earlier...(The expance and infinite depths of Eternity is contained in the word Eternity....):
"GRACE"
By Mike Blake 10/7/2005
(c)2005Mike Blake. Do not copy or use without permission.
Evenings flutter with just a casual sigh.
Sunsets slip,
behind the giant still mountains.
Stars shine brightly,
but eventually streak out of the sky.
Days without number fold into one.
Leafs fall, snow falls, rain falls,
constantly wearing society down.
Pieces of ashes float all around,
gathering into the stores, in homes, at schools...
Pick up the ashes, watch the ashes, play with the ashes, learn through the ashes,
and the light you never will see.
Deadened and smothered and covered with dust,
the light calls, but you're buried and blinded.
Dying crying, your soul longs to feed,
your physical body strangling its need.
"Free me," the soul pleads, "Let me talk to and see my God.
Let me feel the warmth from heaven,
the light from above which gives me wings,
the light which would make me me fly free,
free like a dove."
Curse the body; the natural man.
Its lusts and wastes all mans' time.
Souls hunger, they yearn for the inspiration of God,
but are caked with darkness and glimpses can they only see.
...My soul sorrows for the messages unheard.
This poem follows a simular subject that I wrote about over a year ago:
"ASHES TO ASHES"
By Mike Blake 8/16/2004
(c)2005 Mike Blake. Do not copy or use without permission.
What grasp ye?
Know ye not that ashes and dust lie in your hands!
When oft the sun rises, one day it will set and darkness will cover your eyes, no longer to feel or know or exist. The things you clasp to and rely upon, sift as sand through your fingers, lost in the darkness...
when morning comes, you will be as you came to earth, with nothing, no house, no fancy clothes, no car, tv, movies, computers, books... you shall only have your thoughts and your memories you built up during life, also, you shall have the same desires wants, and lusts... but you will be left unto yourself; mourning, there shall be no quenching the flames you have built up for yourself. They shall be shadows only longed for... but never acquired.
Do you think at that day when all is ended you shall be perfect; with no effort given during your life?
You must repent, forsake and follow Christ, the holy son of God!
Who can say I will be made perfect?
It is none, for they shall get their reward, only that which they sowed and harvested... dust and ashes.
How can one stare into the sky at night and not fathom how little one is!
A nothing, not even a speck on the world, and in comparison to the universe, you don't even exist...
God the Father knows all and controls the very heavens, as they breath, as they sigh, and even when they cry... what possibly can be acquired to a child of God, who you are, and in an existence where your life is wasted on something less than you... the very dirt you walk upon is better than those things you treasure.
Things of man are temporal, things of God are eternal... as expansive as the stars and the heavens and the sands of the sea.
It was posted here. I am the guest who wrote that....paragraph:
http://jerbl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?id=16
http://jerbl.com/verganol/saraphim/
Here is the linkess to the pure scan. I have it in 300dpi and 150dpi if you want a different dpi, then request it and I will scan it again for you. I hope that you can understand all of the things going throug everything. If you need a guide, then ask and I will tell you what each thing is individually. -_- sigh......
Pleasee tell me of your progression and what your plans are. thanks
mike
TO Saraphim and Her eyes ONLY,
I don't know if you've worked on the lyther picture yet, but having looked back at the picture, I noticed that there is a whole lot of problems....mistakes...out of proportion, and balance...etc... (Parts of the picture X_X On the lythers, the girl and the background... )
If you don't wnat to work on it, then you don't have to.
I CAN redraw it if you want(I actually really want to do this...). I rather did rush the whole thing....-_- *Sigh... Another problem is that I found out that Justin Doesn't like humans... X_X Whoops!!!! I could see about changin' that too. Uh...if not on all those things, then you can use the colored pic and guide that I just barely included in the link up above. I made it as A guide to see where everthing is at. It is a rather poor scan, so if you want I can rescan it to a higher ressolution.
As we had discussed on this forumn thread earlier, you can just use the sketch as an idea. You told me to do a sketch first, so I gave it to you. It would not bother me if you turned around and did your own pic and I color it or finish it up. I know that we both have out own mehtods and styles...so even if you did your own pic, it would not bother me.
I told you that you should've gone first. ^_^
thanks,
mike
Jeremy I want to get a GOOD picture of the bumper sticker that has a picture of the bathroom symbols of man and a woman saying basically: Man+ Woman = Marriage.
I think that is what it says. They are just so SO cool and I would like to get a picture of one of them.
And to Saraphim, I will have to read yours tomarrow. Yours are a little long, so I will read them tomarrow; I have to go somewhere.
thanks
mike
I was digging around in my files and I found this. Let me know what you think.
?Auryn!? She shouted as she shook me into awareness. Her white blonde hair was caked with mud. Reddish black streaks ran through the mud. She must have been in the heaviest of the battle. She would have managed it some how. She wasn?t happy when they placed us at the back edge of the company. I knew what she didn?t. The battle would reach us in time. She must have gone forth seeking the battle. I did not remember it coming to us. But here she was. Arian?s bright blue eyes showing worry. I was having a hard time understanding what she was saying, but I saw her mouth, ?Are you all right??
?Of course,? I managed to say. My voice sounded cracked and dry. My hair kept falling into my face. Her shaking me had caused it to come loose. I reached up a hand to move it. I stopped when I saw the blood on it. The battle must have reached us, but then why were we still alive.
She must have read the look in my eyes because she said, ?They?ve stopped.?
These is neat. It is very suspensful and I enjoyed it. The build up is very clear.
Here goes a whole nother free-write(hopefull it will connect with the last part of the story that I had written...)
PART 4: Last part of the Panda story:
Written: 10/21/05
Panda was silent and shuddered in the serene landscape. Why had the woman refused his help? Feeling the distaste of the refusal, he uncomfortable rolled over onto the dirt, and ignored the many twigs that stuck to his fur.
Though it was a dream that he had had, everything felt so real and it made him feel uncomfortable.
Even though Panda had everything he needed, seeing the smile on the old woman?s face...melted his heart. He had his mountain, of which no one but him was allowed on. He had his pond, which he gazed in every day, and he had his sleeping and eating spots. Turning his head in each direction to look at the trees and bamboo, listening to the brush of the wind and the gentle caress of its sweet whispers, it did not bring Panda happiness anymore.
Turning and staring in the water, Panda looked at his reflection, and then looked once again at the fish that were barely beneath the surface. Glittering brightly, the fish darted its fins back and forth, which reflected the low light which escaped from the clouds. Never in his life had panda felt so alone....
Stepping up, Panda stepped out of the thicket of bamboo that surrounded the pond. Wandering up the steep and rocky mountain, the panda effortlessly pulled itself higher and higher. Grabbing rocks, roots, and trees and hoisting himself up the mountain, which inclined to a jagged peak. Sitting at the foremost peak, Panda sat down and sighed a deep and utterly long sigh. Laying down on a part of the top which was bare from the large rocks, Panda breathed deeply and sent the dried leaves and bits of scraggly dried branches in a flurry.
Fall, the season, was falling quickly onto the top of the mountain. "...why was it?" Panda wondered to himself. As far back as he could remember the mountain had always been peaceful and perfectly quite. Everything was exactly as he like it...exactly as he wanted it....the weather had never changed and it was perfectly suited for him.
As he thought about it, he realized that he had never felt loneliness before. What was this feeling that tore holes into his heart and left him empty? He had everything that he could ever ask, but the woman's face was burned deep into his mind.
A sudden chill escaped from the clouds lips and brushed down onto the Panda as he silently, but restlessly fell asleep.
Blinking his eyes, Panda tried to adjust his eyes so that they would not be blurry. Turning his hulking body completely around, he noticed that he was on the stone path again. Looking forward, he once again saw the looming mountain in the distance.
"It couldn't be," thought the panda in surprise. But sure enough he was back in the same dream. Turning to look at the path behind him, hoping to the see the washerwoman, his hopes faded as there was no one there.
"How's it goin' gent',"
Jumping in surprise Panda whirled back around to see a duck. Having on a straw hat and a wadded, rolled up blanket on its back, the duck was pleasantly smiling.
"Where you goin' to?" asked the duck quizzically.
Panda frowned for a second, because he was real sure that no one had been in front of him a minute ago, but he shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know where I am going....but I was told we should go to the mountain up ahead."
"What mountain," asked the duck as it scanned in the direction that Panda pointed to.
"Why the mountain that is at the end of this stone path, which is in the distance."
The duck shook his head. "I see no mountain, and I sure don't see any path that you are talking about."
Panda was awestricken. "but you are standing on the path."
Glancing down at its webbed feet, the duck shook his head again, "nope, sure don't see a stone path; nothin' but dirt."
"Wait," exclaimed a voice!
Grasping onto the panda from behind, a weary fox grabbed onto him for support. Squinting her eyes, the fox looked wearily up, "can you see?"
Panda jumped in surprise at the new person showing up. Turning his focus onto her, he noticed that the clothes that it wore were torn and muddy.
"For years I have searched for the mountain of Paradise....but never have I found it," said the fox.
"Such nonsense," exclaimed the duck. "The mountain does not exist. there IS NO mountain."
Another voice chimed from the left of the Panda. "Did someone say the Mountain?" Peering to look at the new creature that had arrived, Panda became confused. Why had these creatures not been here before when he had talked with the washer woman and WHY couldn't they see the path and the mountain?
"This here bear, says he can see a path and the mountain," exclaimed the duck, to the deer, which had bounded up. With a shawl around its neck, its eyes were wide with fear of every shadow in the fog. Constantly the deer would dart its head back and forth.
Before Panda knew what was happening, the ducks exclamations echoed into the fog all around him and many voices called out, as hundreds of figures emerged from the fog.
Clamoring around him, the crowd all demanded the mountain and its whereabouts.
Surely there must be someone else, besides himself, which could see the path, which led clearly to the mountain Panda marveled. Stepping back as the crowd circled around him and began to call out in their animalish bellowing and screeches, Panda gritted his teeth and called out in frustration, "SILENCE!!!!!"
As the last of the word came through his teeth, Panda curled his lip back down and rubbed his wet nose thoughtfully. Staring out over the pleading mass of creatures, as they stared as to wait for someone to show them the way, Panda tred carefully forward. 'If the washer woman said everyone was going to the mountain, then he was going to take those who could not see it to the mountain,' he figured.
Calling to the animals, he exclaimed, "I shall follow the stone path. If you follow behind me, I will lead you to the mountain."
"But what of the sick and the weak," called one of the creatures?
"Bring a wooden cart and I will carry them to the mountain in it."
Quickly assembling the mass, they quietly followed behind Panda....though many were excited and were very happy.
Making their way forward, for many miles through the dense fog, panda finally stood at the bottom of the mountain and stared over the gate that surrounded it.
Gasping he exclaimed in surprise as he carefully set the cart down. "The mountain, " he mumbled, " is MINE." Stepping father forward, he brushed his hands across the gate and down to the hatch. Lifting the rusted and crusty metal link to the side, he yanked on the door as it groaned painfully open. Staring into the peaceful bliss, Panda began to understand what was happening.
Stepping into the gate, he smiled, as the sun, for the first time, broke through the clouds triumphantly. The clouds whipped to the side and disappeared as the clear blue sky shone through.
As the animals flooded around him onto the mountain, Panda smiled.
Seeing a faint shadow also smile by the gate, Panda quickly looked at it, but saw that the person was gone. He knew who it had been; he had seen the washer woman.
As I end this story I will say that the panda never woke from that dream, as it had truly not been a dream. The mountain, once a dull, grey and quite place, is now a place for many to be happy. Never could Panda imagine that there was more to life than him and what he wanted.
--there are many things to think about in this....story...which are deeper than just a story. If you look, there are MANY levels of symbolic meanings....of which I did not notice until after I wrote each part. I hope that you will get them as I did. (Which is strange considering that I wrote it....or did I???) I know that the grammar is not perfect, but the concepts are...and the symbols.
I usually write that.... it's just the present story seems to have outlined itself for me. And I usually hate outlines. I just can't predict what the characters will say in a given situation. Fiala has become more complicated as have the other characters. I find myselfnow more writing the story to find out what she will say next than what will happen next.
I see.....someone is character driven.
Personally as I look at Fiala I cannot see the complicated issues that you speak of.... But if the characters are becoming too complicated then you are... trying to create a character that is too depthful.
An example is: When I write and create a character, I imagine what they are wearing, what they are carrying (What they would have with them), what kind of hair( and if they will have something in it...or how long it is and if it is an issue that would bother the character.) All of these elements, at least for my stories, are thought about so that I can create a depth in my story....but if I add too many things on her and about her, I will forget about many of them, and as people will read the story, they will catch my mistakes and see that things are missing...so what I am saying is to be relative and control how complicated the characters personalities are....in layman's terms, 'Don't spread the butter too thin.' That is if this is a problem for you...(I just realized that I wasn't sure if you wante suggestions for it or not....-_-)
I am not perfect on character development. I will admit that I am plot driven x_X sigh....I wish I had a happy medium because I know that charactres are important, but what they do inspires me a lot more than who they are. But I do know and my favorite thing to do is to make things too complicated....much so much that I can no longer concieve the thoughts in my head to control everything. IF this is a problem for you than I suggest that you simplify it. Your story is not published, therefore it is not set in stone. I have even seen authors RE-release books after they publish them. Make everything pleasantly detailed, but simple enouph that you can handle it.
I hope this helps a little....(I'm trying to give suggestions and not try to write your story for you....*_* I did that with my brother, as I had gotten too involved in the story....) This is YOUR ideas and your story, I hope I have not discourage you or overstepped my boundaries....because I am no better than you at writing.
SO anyway.
I need help explaining (writing the beginning) the "legend" (for the characters anyway) of how the story world is the way it is when we meet Fiala and Isaac... i can't remember if I've introduced Isaac yet... anyway here it is in layman's terms and I would appreciate all and every ideas.
1st of all, you have not introduced Isaac...at least to the forumn.
2nd, what kind of help do you suggest? Are you seeing if we have any ideas for a possible plot line to link the characters together? Personally, your "Legend," as you call it, can easily speak for itself....meaning that it is built REALLY NICE!!!! The concepts are pure, awsome and original...eventhough they are just in Layman's terms...
personally you could quote off the legend, as what you have written below at the beginning of the story...it leads us to wonder who and what is going to happen....though if you left the legend till the end or later on, it would not give away the fact that one of the main characters is the new King. It would be super cool when all the facts that you would hint at in the story finally pull together and make sense. Though as you said, it is a bother trying to regulate the info so that you don't give away too much, or not enouph. Even then, you have SO much possiblities because you have not written very far into the story. YOu could take the characters and story in any direction and have them do anything...course don't let it get to your head.
First off: Airis is the name of a castle and an ancient queen. The first name of the castle was Avith, who was the first ruler who lived there. The castle is steeped in ancient magic which has been forgotten in the present time. I'm more interested in how people are dealing with their world without complicating it by throwing in magic. Anyways, Queen Airis realized that through human faults it wasn't the best idea to have just one ruler. You could get a weak ruler or you get a strong ruler. You could get a cruel ruler or a fair ruler. etc. Airis had six children. She noticed that all of them had their own strengths when it came to the government administration. They all had their weaknesses as well. She decided to leave the kingdom to all six of them.
However, still human weakness could enter in. To ensure that the six thrones would not just be handed down through the eldest child, Airis placed a powerful spell so that the best qualified individual in the land would become the next ruler. (Everyone in the land at this time was connected somehow through blood, but I can get to the founding of the land some other time.) The best ruler was found because they would have constant dreams that would compel them to seek out the castle.
Forward many, many years. Now on to why the kingdom split and this is easy: one of the rulers killed another ruler. The ruler that murdered refused to be brought to justice (because not even, epecially not even, a ruler can be above the law). The five remaining rulers split the kingdom into five kingdoms. The only part of the land left alone was the mountains surrounding the castle Airis. These are the mountains that Fiala comes from.
Nice, Nice nice, nice, nice. That is all I can say. You hit SEVERAL vibes in my creativity pool that excited several new and old interests of mine. Dreams, kingdoms and hidden castles....forgotten legends, six rulers, destiny.....I could connect so many dots to my likes.
Okay, sorry this is so long. Any suggestions?
I hope my suggestions were helpful...though I rambled more than anything. -_- Sigh.....
Take your time. The page is not going to go anywhere....and for those who have a modem (Not cable hookup or some other fast method) it will be rather annoying.
thanks
mike
Most indefinately not. I think....ur' that was the wrong thing to say. *Mike you must be persuasive and honest in your answer.
No, You would not be.
Monisawa wrote:BTW, missed you at family night yesterday. -_- not that we did anything...really.
thanks
mikeSorry about missing. I lost my voice early Sunday morning (like at 2am) and it didn't come back until late Sunday evening after I had received a blessing. I didn't feel well enough to go anywhere. Besides I was being crabby and I didn't want to subject anyone else to it. I should be there next Monday though, if we're doing anything since it is Halloween.
Thanks for not being crabby at us at Family night. I am sorry that you were not feeling well, but if it is any comfort, Monday was a spoof, and nothing really important happend. *_* They were going to play Ultimate Frisbee, but it was too dark...so they played knockout instead. -_- So I just kicked a soccerball around with my older brohter, who was visiting from Utah for the weekend and a part of the following week.
Rachel's comments which can be ignored: Instead of saying "The dawns' light" it might be better to say "Dawns' light". Why is the word tamed in quotations? Were the horses' sitting or the people? Stood might actually make more sense here because we already know that they are on their horses, so stood would be refering to the horses. Instead of saying, "There was no light however on the dark cave below them, as refusing to touch it, making it even more foreboding." you could make your sentence shorter and still get the meaning across. It's a little wordy as is. A suggestion could be: The light refused to touch the cave below them. We unconsciously know that since there is no light, it must be dark. The absence of light in itself can be considered foreboding, it isn't necessary to state it. Why is it important that the dragon should be sleeping in the morning? Why can't she awaken the stone in front of the Prince? Is he her enemy or friend? Why does she think of her mother here? Since this is the 7th chapter, I'm assuming I would already know this... How did she loose her shawl? Does the horse have a name? Many times if an object or living creature has a name, it become more real to the audience. What was the deal they made? Why is the horse being sulky? And it didn't make sense that he would say he was going to keep his word, if the the deal would end once she was dead and his freedom would come sooner. That's all I have, except I would like the read the beginning chapters.
If you read the question that I asked Blewjewl, right after her story, I had some of the same questions. A lot of them, as she explained to me, were in the earlier chapters. As you had stated, it would be nice to read the earlier chapters.
I have trouble foreshadowing too. I don't know if we are exactly alike, however, I always want to let too much slip (becuase I already know what's going to happen) and then people get confused because they have no clue what I am talking about because I haven't gotten there yet... okay, I'm short on sleep, so I hope this made sense.
When I was younger...and still right now...I would wright blindly. Meaning that I would have no idea where I was going or what was going to happen next. This method of writing would often lead me into corners, or into areas of uninterest. Sometimes the stories would be long and were just rambling on....no point to the whole thing at all. Hence the reason why I have a 5 inch binder full of stories.....75-80% without an end; just expaining an interest or concept.
When I inteligently wright, I forshadow the main plots of the story and use them to inspire me to complete the rest of the story...I especially like to do that with the ending. The ending is the element of surprise and build-up of the entire plot line. Thought at times, having all of the information in myhead, I sometimes expect the reader to know what I am talking about earlier in the story...though I try to catch such misfortunes.
Just as a heads up (To any of those who could not make it through my Japanese page) I have edited and corrected MANY MANY MAAAANY things on the pages. Fixed Grammer, fixed incorrect names and formating....etc.
thanks,
mike
thats good!
Confusing twists of notes - not writt-en,
Phrases not being subtily spok-en.
What is the mean-ing,
when there is noth-ing that is commun-i-cated?
Blasting like a foamy sea, the dirt heaves up, as the foot hits the ground. "umpf," exlaims a voice from high above. Stepping again, the clouds of disturbed earth, swirl and bite into cascades of turrents. Trees crack and break, while a foot, which is as large as a small hill, kareen through the silent forest.
Grungy and unbathed, the giant takes steps in a straight direction, ignoring everything underneath its feet. Wipeing his dirty hands on his coarse and rouph wool tunic, it rolls its huge eyes looking around for something.
As his mind tried to form thoughts, it stopped its march and swung his head to scan the surrounding area.
Suddenly there was a swoosh of scales and a whip of leather-like wings.
"Well..." asked a whispy voice? Turning to look at the snake-like dragon, who had perched itself on the giants shoulder, the giant narrowed its eyes in dismay. Digging its claws into the clothes on the giants shoulder, the dragon gained its balance.
"I have looked but she is nowhere to be found." Turning his hulking body to stand atop a mountian, the dragon grasped harder onto his shoulder and crouched low, as the giants body shuddered with each step.
"The foolish girl has escaped our grasp...." hissed the dragon in distaste.
"I don't understand," admited the giant, "We locked her up and had her secure deep in the cavern, but she escaped."
"Yes," agreed the dragon, " I even placed a spell so that she could not even leave. She must of had assistance. That spell was laced deeep with the ancient enchantments of the cave."
"Even so, if we don't find her, we will be in for it."
"That is why we must find her." Snapping its jaw shut, the dragon shrugged its shoulders up and spread out its wings. Catching the wind that was genereated off of the giants leaping steps, the dragon blasted from the giants shoulder. "I shall circle the the dark mountain once more, but you should keep searching towards the crystal river. She could not have gotten that far."
Nodding his head in agreement, the giant yawned a huge and gapping sigh. "Such a little creature...how could it be such a bother?"
Deep in another part of the forest, covered by the tall and wild grown trees, a girl takes a wild breath. "Oh dear," she exclaimed," while she grasped onto her long hair and bunched it under one arm, and dragging her silky dress over a limb. Taking a wild glance into the sky, and listening for the deafening crunch and blasts, she sighed silently and leapt to the ground. Striding forward, the girl intently steped through the forests mirthy foilage. "I spend all my years living peacefully and now I am stuck in a magical land....being chased by a flying lizard and a clueless giant. This is too cliche."
Peering forward, and ignoring the screeching and shrills that escaped from the dark folds of the forest, the girl was deciphering the best way to go.
Catching her dress on a limb, she yanked on it, as it ripped and left a shred on the fallen stump. "Curses," she muttered, "stuck in a wasteland in a dress. I HATE wearing dresses." Leveling her hands on her hips, she sneered in distaste, but then wiped her arm across her forhead to clear off the sweat. "If I had my bicicle, I would tear through this worthless place and be gone before those fools ever knew that I had been here." Peering down at her long and drapped hair, she sighed again, "And this hair is attrocias. I can deal with shoulder length, but to have hair all the way down to my SHINS IS UNBELIEVABLE!" Stepping forrward with her silk shoes, she could feel the rocks and the twigs on the ground and as she did, she grumbled.
OKAY, I hope that you people like this short story, thus far. I completly free wrote it....right on the spot....so there are going to be a whole lot of typos. Type of the O's.....Ewwww. So anyway, I look forward to discovering what will happen next. *smiles sheepishly. I will not pre-think too far into this story and will make it lighthearted and surprising...at least to me. So anyway.
Thanks,
mike
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---NOTES: (These are notes to myself, for info on this story. Don't read if you don't want to spoil what will happen next.)
-This is a world that is merged between Earth and this enchanted place. Roles are lived and are immediately ennacted whenever someone is pulled into this land....hence why the girl is wearing a dress...and has super long hair...a typical fairy tale princess.
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The first one was cool and funny....but the second one had some vulgar parts. -_- Refering to the people dying. *_* AUGH, I am scarred I am SCARRED!!!! No just kidding. But either way, they were both funny.
First off, please capitalize. It makes it so much easier to read. Second, it's always fun to just play around with writing, but it's always good to have a point. What was the point of losing a rubber duckie?
WOW! You're digging up some old stuff!! I guess you have to catch up when you can. Huh? Anyway....