Writing

You mean you found me on Quizilla? XD You already know me on Listal! Lmao
Good message, it's kind of odd though, you're just kinda... there, and then you leave. Idk, it just seems like there should be more, like, where do they live? why is it never a peaceful day? What's the main character like, is Chad a childhood friend? a brother?

Lol, I also get so blehed when books end with something like that, but it's what sells like wildfire, so good job, you have the means to baffle the general public XD and make me rant in an endless series of questions lol

Lol yep;]


This is another one its a little longer and its set in third person. Its all the same story. I put the names of the people whos thoughts your reading.



Seperate Ways



Alana

The waiting was killing her. She had been waiting for almost a half-hour now.
“Where is she!?” Alana breathed harshly.
Alana Brown was standing, waiting, at the airport, for her aunt. She had just got back from her trip to Japan for the summer. She changed a lot over that summer. When she left, she had brown hair and was wearing her usual cloths, like a shirt and jeans. Now, her hair had different cuts, and it was a ton of crazy colors. Her clothes were also a little wacky, but she loved them.
She saw her aunt’s car pull up and grabbed her suitcases. She ran to the car and hopped in.
“Hey Aunt Margret,” she exclaimed.
“Hey baby girl!” Aunt Margret exclaimed starting to drive towards home. “You want to tell me what you did to your hair?” she asked cocking an eyebrow.
“Oh. Well I colored it.” Alana said moving it out of her face.
“And your clothes?” she asked again in the same tone.
“ Uhh, shopping.”
“Right.” said Aunt Margret turning her eyes back on the road. Alana pulled out her ipod and blasted the music into her ears. She pulled out her cell phone looking at the back ground pictures. It was of her, Kenndra, and Alice three days before she had left. She had missed her best friends all summer. Even though she made new friends in Japan, they weren’t quite the same as her friends back home. She couldn’t wait to see them again.
Kenndra


Kenndra was riding in her dads car on the way back home from her dads. She had spent the whole summer there. She would miss her dad but he was ready to return home. Her dad pulled into the driveway and she got shouting her last goodbyes. She opened the door and walked inside the big house.
“Mom! I’m home!” she yelled.
There was no answer. She walked into the kitchen and saw a cake laying out on the counter. She walked up to it and noticed it said “Welcome Home” in bright pink frosting. She picked up a bright piece of paper next to and read it.
“Dear Kenndra, Sorry I couldn’t be there for you to come home. I got called to work. When I get back we will go out to eat . Love, Mom.” Kenndra slammed the note on the counter. “Typical mom,” she said.
Kenndra walked up the steps to her bed room. She opened the door and stared around her. It was really different now that she hadn’t been there the whole summer. Everything looked the same as when she’d left it. The she’d left it. The walls were the same blue they had always been. The walls were decorated by posters, pictures, and whatever else she could have put up there. She put her bags down and began to unpack.

Alice



“What do you think about this one?” Alice asked. She was standing in front of her mirror posing in a blue sun dress.
“Naw, I liked the jeans and tee shirt better,” Jean said going through Alice’s closet. It was going to be the first day in high school tomorrow and Alice and her best friend Jean were trying on clothes for their first day of school.
“Do you think your would care if I stayed the night?” Jean asked still rummaging.
“Have they cared any other day?” Alice asked eyeing her.
“Oh, no not really.”
“What are you doing?” Alice asked.
“Looking.”
“Okay then,” Alice said turning back to the mirror. She couldn’t wait for school to start.

Alana



“I’m leaving,” Alana shouted over her shoulder.
“Don’t forget breakfast!” her aunt reminded her.
Alana grabbed a bagel from the table and ran out the door. She didn’t want to be late for school on the first day and she was already rushing to catch the bus. She ran to the stop just as the bus was about to pull up. She stepped onto the bus and picked a seat. The bus slowly began to move towards the next stop then it started towards the school.

Kenndra




Kenndra was sitting in the gym of the school waiting to go to class. She had decided to open her journal and begin writhing to pass the time. As she did she heard gasps of astonishment and awe. She looked up to see looked up to see what the fuss was about. She looked over and she too gasped.
Walking into the gym was a girl with crazy hair. It was all different colors and had different cuts too. She was also wearing wacky colored clothes. Some of them on an ordinary person wouldn’t match, but some how they did. Kenndra just stared . She watched her walk up the steps and sit down.
She felt that she knew this person. Like she’d known her for a long time. She just couldn’t the name or how. She had never seen her before. Or had she? If she did she didn’t know how. She turned back to her notebook and tried to write. Instead of writing she found herself staring at the page. She was still trying to figure out who the new girl was. Hearing the bell ringing in her ears drew her back to earth. She then gathered her things, and walked out of the gym.

Alice



The bell had just started to ring when Alice and Jean walked into the school. They had woken up late this morning and had to rush to get to school. Alice noticed that everyone was leaving he gym and figured that school had just started. Alice was walking down the hallway chatting away with Jean. Then out of nowhere she felt her sleeve get tugged and her pulled away to the side.
“ALICE!” she heard someone exclaim. Alice turned beside her to see a girl with crazy hair. Alice just stared at her. She felt like she knew her from somewhere. The girl had also grabbed someone else. It was Kenndra. Alice turned back to the new girl. She stared at her hard trying to remember who she was. Then it hit her.

Alana



Alana had grabbed both Alice and Kenndra when she saw them in the hall way. They just stood there staring at her. It was like she didn’t know who they she was. Then Alana noticed Alice’s face change.
“Alana?” Alice asked carefully.
“Yes! It’s me! I’m so happy to see you guys!” She said bouncing with joy because they had remembered who she was.
Now they were speechless. Kendra and Alice just stared at her. Why hadn’t they been as excited as her? Why weren’t they too bouncing with joy? They just continued to stare at her until Alice’s name was called, then Kenndra’s as well. Alice started to move forward but stopped. She kept looking down the hallway, to Kenndra, then too Alana. Then she took one last glance at them both and walked off. Kenndra did the same and walked away.
Alana stared after them both. She felt empty inside. She felt like she was alone. As she began to walk down the hallway the feeling got worse. She was hurting inside. Alana knew, she just had a strong feeling, that the other girls were feeling it too. They had to be. Alana felt her throat tighten and her eyes began to burn. She walked into the hallway as she felt the warm tears begin to fall.

AAHHHH!!! so much writeing!

but that's what this thread is for, so i'm glad.

as vermillion said, after reading cali's original vampire thing, i have to unleash my own. judging from your reactions, i'll decide wether or not to post more. when i'm done, you'll see why my friends say i re invented the vampire.

it's not going to seem so at first, you just have to give me the beifet of the doubt.

WARNING, THIS PASSAGE IS QUITE MATURE, CONTAINING LANGUAGE, BLOOD, AND VIOLENCE. READ AT YOUR OWN COST.


Prolouge: part 1

"At the end of a town not far from your own; close to the end of the darkest alley not far from where you drive in that time; there is a door with the words IT'S A FOOLS RACE TO RUN IF ALL IS LOST AND IT BE WON. to this, nost who are as unfortuante enough to have seen this words on this particular door, down this particular alley, in this particular town, they are usually never seen again. but what could be hiding behind this door? this magical door of long forgotten words and darkness? i could tell you, i could not. you could enter this door of dead things and smell the rotting corpses of long forgotten family memebers of some distant family that you were never aware of, or you could not. the choice is yours for sure, but i wonder, which will you choose. me, well, i'm going inside. i now thrive on this door and its ancient riddle. now, tell me, would you follow me to hell? would you bid your life fairwell? and would you give a damn for who i am? i bet you do, of this i can tell. well, you you ever change your mind, i'll be waiting on the inside, stranger..."

And so he walked away, the stranger in all white black and red, from his head down to his skin. and as you watch him walk away, you wonder, to your own misfortune i may add, what was it that he was talking about that door? what could really be behind it that he's so called, "bound" to that very door down that particular alley, in such as town as that. so what do you do? you can do three things. you can leave, quite boring. you could stay and think about that strange mans riddle forever, or, your third and only practicule choice in mt opinion, you could follow him to hell, as he so profoundly put it.

what do you think i'm going to do? this is my story and i'm the one controlling everthing.

fifteen minutes later, you're following the strange man, in his black shirt and pants, red overcoat, white skin, and black hair. you're following him, with the soundlessness of a cat chasing a mouse, or so you hope so. it would look quite strange if he saw you coming, wouldn't it? but no, he just keeps his hands in his pockets and keeps moving forward, down the street, towards the end of town.

ten minutes later, you're still following. street lights have seced to exist on this part of town. now, there's only the abbandoned buildings, empty alleyways to a dead mans eyes, and the mand in black, white, and red. This is the part of any town that you'd rather avoid. rather be tortured than be there, rather DIE than be there if you knew what all of it's secrets were. bu tyou follow this man, this man in black and red plastered over his white skin like blood, old and new, on paper. He turns a corner, you follow, staying at shadow distance, just to make sure he can't see or hear you. You watch him go down the dark alley way, in what seems to be pitch black. you hesitate, knowing in your gut, the one thing that you usually ignore at this time, this is wrong and that you chould leave now.

but you don't, remeber this is my story.

you follow him down the alley, just to see what he's doing. as silently as you can, you go into the darkness, wait for you eyes to adjust, then move on. you can't see a thing, only when you turn back to the moonlight can you see. seeing this makes you easy... but not relieved. you move forward in this dark alley, gropping aorund in the dark, looking to feel something other than air. you can feel the pressure of the dakrness pushing down on you. no, dakrness has no real pressure... dose it? you keep going, feeling more and more pushed down by some invisible force of a behemoth who just decided to use his thumb on you tonight.

you keep going.
your ears start to pop.
you keep going.
there's nothing but darkness and that vage image of the man in black and red.
you keepgoing, and going and going, and going and going until...
you reach the end of the alley. relieved you feel your breath return to you, the pressure falls off of your chest like an arm that just decided to detach. the poping stopped, and you feel as though you've been a fool, which you have.

until you see the light.

a bluish light, over to your left. you look, as all humans would, and see there's a door in this endless abyess of darkness, with light blue light paler than the ocean leaking out from under it. the pressure is back. your ears aren't poping, they're ringing. you have the feeling that you're being watched, then you realize something...

the man in black and red wasn't at the end of the alleyway.

"read the words". they came from above, left right, behind in front, everywhere but below you. and now, you start to panic, as all humans would. but you look to the door for help, and it seems to give it to you, bit words.

'IT'S A FOOLS RACE TO RUN WHEN ALL IS LOST AND IT HAS WON'

you read these words to yourself, silently yet moving your lips, and the door is flung open. and the stench, the horible rotten stench that reaches your nose is just unbearable. you put you hand over your mouth and shut your eyes, running for the oposite end of the alleyway, just to get out of this aweful pressure.

but as my story goes, you've not even gotten three steps when you hear, "Hey, over here." it's not even a whisper it's so quiet. but it's only that way so that you have to hear it. and it's HIS voice. you stop and turn around, and there he hangs. one foot and one hand hanging on the doorway, the rest of him drooping off into the dark alley way.

"ARe you going to follow me to hell or not?"

speechless, you run again, run as fast as you can. you run out of the alley way, you run out of that street, when you get tired, you jop out of that town and find your way home again, hoping never to step withen eight miles of that alley way.

while all of the time, the man in black and red keeps leaning on the door, saying to himself, "Oh well, hey, Moris! i'm coming in to stay for the night!" as he jumps, turns and grabbs the door with his opposite hand and foot, letting his weight turn the door inward as he jumps inside and walks past moris, the security of the place, and he walks as the door closes and the anciet poem is replaced with the numbers, "13/23/-0"

Honestly, I'd love to read it, but scrolling sideways is making my eyes hurt like all bloody hell, VERY MUCH appreciated to Max (Serious Sarcasm Here)

gotcha...make it shorter... okays. here's a bit more of it.

okay, here's some music to listen to. play this first,
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8C9uU0R89Bo

then this, as what's her face walks up to you.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCon0QojjYA

then this, as the main character leaves.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o4iHBY9UagM

okay, from where we left off.



CHAPTER 1: part 1: I'm Gonna Die Today

"Moris! i'm in the mood for, a drink of sorts, what have you got?" asked the man in black and red.
"What the hell do you care? you always order the same damn thing, red on the stones with a side of black." answered Moris.
"Go fuck yourself for knowing me so well."
Moris laughed long and hard, feeling the hysterics rolling over him like a bucket of cold water.
"Besides, you old bastard, you only ever come here anymore when you've notmanaged to get your own meal... and i just saw that happen, in reverse i might add."
"Go fuck yourself."
"Hahahaha! one red on the stones with a side of black coming up, take your seat and choose your poison for once, you need to chill."
"Go fuck yourself."
"oh, you're so suddle. whatever, i don't care that you're on your period. i'll get your damn drink, but it's extra this time."
"Go fuck your self, you've been saying that for the thirteen years i've been coming here."
"Yeah, imagine the pay when i decide to rack it all in."
"Go fuck yourself."
Moris went off laughing, ot get the fabled red on the stones witha side of black.
While out man in black and red walked passed the closed, dimly lit interior of the waiting room and prooceeded into code name Club 13/23/-0.

The interior of Club 13/23/-0 was nothing short of a pit. the floor was nothing b ut an empty giant sized pool, cluttered with the moving masses of it's inhabitans. inside of the pool and on the walls were mirrors, thousands and thousands of mirrors. everywhere you looked. on one side of the pool was the bar, complete with chairs and a table for drinks, food, Drink, Food, what ever set your fancy.

Our man in black and red moved to the bar, with the swiftness and quietness that can only be accuired by Werewolfs, and his Species.
As expected, Moris was already at the bar, just setting down his drink, the fabled red on the stones with a side of black.
"Here's your damned drink."
"... i know when you try to puck me. you didn't put the usual amount of Red in it."
"Well, we're out."
the man in black and red looked up. "Remeber, Moris, i can smell i lie like a fart in a car."
Moris leaned over the bar table, "We're OUT."
"Brush your damned teeth."
Moris leaned back and laughed a deep throated laugh. "Oh, that's about the only thing you damned you Negatives are good for, laughter."
"Fuck off, and take the blleding horse that you rode in on."
"Come on, get your tounge out your ass already. you come her always for a reason, what is it?"
The man in black and red took a short swigg of his drink, expertly swiping the stones out of the way with his tounge to allow the drink to fall.
"I came to get down."
"And?"
"i came to get dirty."
"Annnd?"
The man in black looked up at moris. "I came to get even."

At this particular moment, the lights turned out and the club became alive. lights lowered fromt he ceiling, shining brigt blue red and black, reflecting thier brightness a thousand times in the mirrors a plenty in the room. the music blared, some screamo band that the manin black and red didn't care for.

"Give me a Drink, and step on it Moris."
"Ah, Mia. of course. the usual, i would assume."
"You know me too damn well."
"You tell me too damn much."
"Fuck off."
Moris laughed at this as well, for he laughed at everything a negative said usually said. "I swear, you two would make the best couple ever taht there was for Negatives." Moris walked off to get Mia's usual as he had done for the man in black and red.
"Hello, Kimo. how have things been going. may i sit?"
"What the fuck do i care?"
"You should, i could kill you."
"The fuck you could."
Mia grabbed Kimos' throat. "The fuck i am."
Kimos hands came around Mia's thorat behind, claws drawn, slightly piercing her throat. The place Kimo's, hte man in black and red, throat had just been was now nothing but a wisp of dusk and air.
"The fuck you are."
"Oh, Kimo. always sharp as the coffin nail."
"And twice the motherfucker that goes with it."
"So tell me, kimo," Mia lowered her hand from the now empty air, "What are you doing back here? i thought we had an agreement."
"I had to come back."
"IS that so?"
"Mmm."
"Mind telling me?"
"yes."
"Pretty please?"
"No."
"Fuck off me then, i'm not doing anything."
Kimo removed his hands from Mia's throat, slowly, so as to make a slight cut on her neck. the wound healed with the ashed colors and warmth that it did for all type 3 vampires, known as negatives. type is the normal kind, the majority of the species. type two was the Beasts of the species, things with three claws and toes, scavangers taht are shunned upon almost above all others. and then, there are type Negatives. Type negatives are even more shunned than the beasts. yet here at Club 13/23/-0, they can thrive without care. type negatives have several different things about them, and you will see them soon enough.
"So, you're here for revenge this time are you? well, spill it, what revenge are you talking about? (where the hell is my usual?)"
"... I'm hunting again."
"Oh, is that so? and do you plan to use here as a base, as you have before?"
"Yes."
"Well fuck off, i've given away your room."
"It won't be the first time that i've had to sleep in the pool. so go fuck your self."
"I could use some help with that."
"You know better than anyone i won't."
Mia looked back at the bar, then back to kimo, then the bar. "May i know the name of who you ar hunting?"
"... i don't even know."
"then why bohter hunting?"
"Because..." Kimo looked down at the mirror on the floor nearest to him, revealing the reason his species is called negative. unlike normal vampires or even beasts who either disappear or have a completely different appearance in a mirror, a Negative vampire appears in the negative view of a photograph, all of his colors are oposite and neon.
"Because he's the one who turned me."
Mia looked at him with sudden suprise and wonder. "He died years ago..."
"No, it was all fake. now if you excuss me, i'm degraded of red this evening and want some more.

Kimo got up off of his chair and headed for the door, not bothering to look back at Mia, ignoring the several thousand neon colors of him in the mirrors around him, and thinking of the man who turned him; the man in the stripped hat.

soory, you'll still have to scroll over a bit.

I like your style, I have the same thing, although mine is on a much broader basis, mainly because with each exclamation to a vampire, I have to make another type... Perhaps I'll make a story purely for the introduction of what types of vampires I've made(the only problem is there is a lot of em...) So I'll just stick to the fantasy and sci fi ones and stay out of the realism ones,

we've got some happy stuff on here too... you just got to dig DEEP. LOL!

you should post some of the discribtions of the new vampires that you've made, Devious. it'll amuse us all.

Vermillion, i'll have to get back to you on teh RP thing, i c an think of something if you give me enough time.

yeah, just stuff like that is fine. we've not gone into any real detail on teh stories that we write, just little snipets.

Most Hakius are fun.
but sometimes they don't make since.
Refregerator.

take as much time as you want, just follow the rules. i had to work for this thread. (lol, i just had to ask one time!)

well, while i'm waiting....

I'm just making the short annoucment that i am going to be making a wrting site soon. It'll mostly foucus around short stories and poems and what not, but you can also put when you wrote the stuff, and what all gave you the insperation, ECT. ECT. so, i'll tell you when it's done comepletely 100%

who's tim?

hmm, it's cool i guess that you start a fan fic on here... Vermillion, make an aplication sheet for others, just in case they want to join too.

ummmm, waht he said?... i'm sorry, just so i'm 180% on this, waht are you talking about?

OH!

so THAT's his name... huh, seems to fit him. thanks.

a RP site huh?.... well, cool.

i'm sorry, i didn't know RP was banded on here... no mores.

i know that it's BANNED.

Here look, I can type perfect english anytime that I want to, I just don't to save time. As you can see, there are little to no mistakes in the way I am writing this.

stop bumming on me for me spelling and other english mistakes, please.

but back to subject before we start spamming at each others.

yeah.. i've got a site where i RP, mine are usually a great success.

ima join now, send me a friend request or something when i say my name on this thread, okay?

its not you, it's like a bunch o peoples, the people that type absuloute perfect english everytime... it get's annoying too. sorry.

mmmmmm.

Golnax it is.

mmmm...

hey, vincet, it's William on yours. give me a minute to activate it.

kk, give me a minute to fine you vermillion..

AHH! it logged me out!

yeah sure, i'll add you.

okays, i'm on animethread, now wahts?

okays.... give me a mintue to do so...

.....

ever notice that people only ever put kk or kkkk, they never put three k's... i want to see the day some one screws up and dose.

HA!

you made a funny to me!

oh well, i saw my day of destruction...

On EliteSkills my name's the same as it is here, yes I am Tim, fear meh :P, I made a site a few months back called Creativity Central(You can search the post I made)

it failed utterly because nobody who said they'd join ever joined, and I lost my pass and could no longer update it...
I'm utterly confident I could make an ownage site again, but I don't have the time

Can you make mods on your site maker Will? I could help out, I'm rather good at that (Oh and on a note, if you're using a forum maker, make sure you give the mods restricted settings, they should NOT be able to access the 'Delete Site' Panel, OR the 'Delete Account' Panels, or important stuff like that, those are VERY dangerous in a corrupt mod :D)

And will do, I'll start working on getting the vampire descripts in a good orderly write up :P

Also, I had a relatively cool idea, actually 2, one for comedic purposes and one an AMAZINGLY long series(Like... I'd probably not finish till I was in college, even if I wrote a few pages+ a week) 1st Comedic Idea: Design a group of characters to explore various shows(Such as Scrubs South Park Law and Order Burn Notice Spongebob Rocket Power etc. etc.) And have them acquire the abilities of that dimension when in that dimension, it'd just be rather random adventures

2nd LOOOOONNNNGGG Idea: Take every song I listen to(1000+ songs) And design them into in depth characters(Using lyrics, sound, beats and everything from it as inspiration) then have them all fight for various reasons in a huge battle royale(For instance, one is fightingto make a name for herself, one would fight for his sister's death in order to get vengeance on her killer, one fights because he feels he is a bringer of justice, an arbitor... one is a sadistic bastard who likes to hurt people, you get the idea) and just have them live life, fight for money, slowly form alliances and become threats to the government and they get involved and then all hell breaks lose as the governments hold tournaments to keep them rallied and stuff

Nope :P I've memorized the lyrics to all those songs, and I can immediately tell you the name and the band for every song :) I'm good at that