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Is this a good start for a story?

Monday, August 17th, 2009
volleyballsam31 asked:


Thank you to everyone who reads this and I really do value your opinion so please comment so that I can make this better.
The plot that I have right now has many twists and turns but I’m positive that it will only be enough to fill a 200-300 page book if this all works out right, if that.

Is this a good book? Would you read it? PLEASE READ WHOLE THING?

Monday, August 17th, 2009
Rachel F asked:


Ok so there denying any conection to eachother:

I walk to the end of the road when we both put down the boxes. We go to stand up quickly. But we both turn around and are facing eachother. Noses touching. His cool minty breathe coming at my face like a gust of wind.

We stay there. I gaze at his gorgeous face when the gust of wind come at me again as he steps back slowly saying “Sorry Phoenix.” I nodd and walk quickly back to the house for more boxes.

I trip coming up the stairs. “Careful!” He yells running over to me. I get up and walk in the house. I grab another box and walk down the driveway. Rio following. We stand at the end of the driveway. I ask “Why were you named Rio?”

The question had been haunting me since he told me his name. He gives his crooked smile and says “Rio Grande?” I laugh and so does he. I take a step backwards falling over the piled boxes. I fall back

My hand slams against the road following with my head. I hear a loud horn and Rio yelling “No!!!!” My head stung horribly.

I looked to my right to see a huge garbage truck coming my way. Not even 4 feet away from me. Rio sprang towards me. My body slid across the road. Leaving scars across my side. I then realize Rio has picked up my little body and were on the other side of the road. My head now kills. I reach back to touch it but realize my hand is wrapped around Rio’s neck and seemed glued there.

He then is running with me in his arms toward the house. Each gasping breathe of air hitting my face. I then realize im tired. And I feel dizzy. I then cant support my head.

He runs up the steps and starts yelling “Help! Help! Call 911! Quick! I’m loosing her!” I
Am thrown on the table with force. I hear Aunt Selma and my mom crying. I hear Mr.Sway asking if anyone knows CPR. And then Rio’s voice saying “me!” My lips then are pressed against his in gentle force. I realize I cant breathe. But air is coming back in. It’s filling my lungs. I hear sirens then.

I cough and can feel oxygen around me. But Rio is still kissing me gently. Not blowing air anymore. I then hear Aunt Selma and Mom’s cheers of joy. And Mrs. Sway saying “clumbsy girl…..Rio get off of her! She can breathe.”

But he starts to come up by I don’t want it to end. I pull down on his neck. It’s kind of a hug now but were stilling kissing eachother. I then need to stand up for a better postion. But the ambulance nurses come in and Rio immediately pushes me away from him.
I then find perametics around me and a bandage strapped across my legs, side, head, and hand. The whole time I stare at Rio. Amazed at what I had just done. I then am carried away. I yell no but no sound comes out of my mouth. I realize the tears running down my cheeks. I then am put away in a ambulance. Mom is above me and keeps kissing my forhead saying it’s gonna be all right.

Chapter 3:Decisions

Death. A word of sorrowness, mournful, ugly word. The word of ending what you only have. The most important thing being taken away. The word nobody says much. It’s just a word, but has strong power behind it. Well death is what I expierineced.

I had lost a lot of blood. My hand had been fractured and split open by the road. My head had cracked the skull when that hit the road. Rio had some how jumped and grabbed me. Sliding me across the road. I lost so much blood, my heart couldn’t pump. Rio did save my life. Now I lay in the hospital. And he’s here. In a chair next to me. I had just woken up to find him staring at me.

His eyes full of the word death. I look at him and he says “I’m sorry. I went to save your life but went to far.” I found my voice “No! No don’t be sorry! I started kissing you when you stopped!” He gave that smile of his and whispered “Do you like me Phoenix Carlton? I want the truth.” I look at his eyes.

He looked taller. He looked exactly like his mother and father. I tried to think. It hurt to think. I tried my hardest. I looked at him and his gorgeous made me automatically say “Yes! Yes!” He smiled and said “excellent.” He leaned and lightly pressed his lips on my forehead and said “How you feeling?” I shrugged.

Mom then walked in and screamed with delight. “you’re awake!” I smiled as Rio backed away. Mom squeezed me and the pain sharpened. I watched her. She had been crying. Crying REALLY hard. I smiled at her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She ran out of the room. I thought me and Rio would have our seconds together, but barely any. Just enough to look at him and feel my heart pound against my throat.

I never knew this feeling. This feeling of thinking of Rio every second, wanting to be with Rio every second, and wanting to make Rio happy every second. I have had plenty of crushes, but something about Rio makes me NEED him.
Thanks for the comments! And you’ll have to wait and see if they get together. If you’d read it…I’d put up the chapters before it so you can get more of a taste of what happened. I’m only 12….well I just turned 12 a couple days ago…is it that good? I’m thinking of calling it Nothing Ever Changes but I’m not sure if that’s a good name. Would you read the chapters before it?

Hey could u read a chapter or 2 of this?

Monday, August 17th, 2009
Sky asked:


okay well im writing a book and yes there are grammer problems along the way but just tell me wat u think…oh and u dont have to read it all just at leat the Prolouge please!!! THNX!!!

Prolouge
The moonless night brought forth no comfert to the demon king Zulu as he sat on a Throne made of the finest wood found in the underworld. He had been waiting for so long for his goal he could almost taste it. He needed just four more of the Seen items of despair and he could rule the whole land of Aegene. He reached down and gripped the goblet his drink was in and slurped it down with a viscoius growl. His tail moving back and forth out of the impatiantniess of the wait his molton body growing redder from the frustration as his eyes narrowed on the deserts terrian to see his messanger imp finally. With in five minutes the imp made it to his master and kneeled. My master i bring news of the next target it gasped slightly trembling in it’s masters pressence.Tell me ! roared the mighty demon his maul opening up with a blazing inferno ready to be unleashed behind it. The imp whimpered Its moving to a tiny town next to the city Galahad, the tiny town is just south of there. The mighty demons maul turned into a sinister smile excellent my servent now send the spies to retreive it so we may continue this quest and soon rule all of Aegene. The mighty demon chuckeled into the cool night air ready for his prize that awaited him. Looking out over the hills of sand he could see a storm brewing in the direction of the Despair item.

Chapter One

The boom from the thunder woke him up as the storm began to hit. All the lights in the little one-roomed house were out leaving the only source of light possible, the lightning. with each flash he could see the outline of each peice of shotty furnature he owned. He layed there in his twin sized bed with no shirt on and a light pair of shorts. During his slumber he had taken his blanket off of him and kicked it on the floor , for it was one of the most humid nights of his life. As another flash of lighting hit followed by a boom from the thunder he took his rough ragid hands and placed them on his face running them up his dark mess of sweaty brown hair.
The rain began to poor even harder as he could hear the constant beat of each heavy drop. As he was close to falling back asleep there was a loud and perfuse whine of a horse somewhere outside , followed by a light rapping on the door. Great who would be out in a storm like this he grumbled under his breath as he sat up his sculpted muscles showing his hard life of work and labor. He got to his feet and put on a pair of black trousers with suspenders on them as he slid them up to his shoulders the rapping countinued to get louder. One moment please he said loud enough so that whoever was on the other side of the door could clearly hear him, and maybe even hear in his voice the hint of irretation they was bringing him for making him get out of his little but comfratble enough bed.
He reached the door with another flash of lighting as he stood in the door way a nice height of six foot two, he was stunned at what was at what was on the other side of the door. A completly drenched woman beautiful in all stature was leaning heavily against the door, her cloths she was wearing obviously weighing her weakend body which was clearly a unatural sight for who might lay eyes on the woman. She had dark red hair which fell to her lower back even in the rain. Her breathing was heavy and short as she struggled to say anything to the man I am Elane Swan sir and i humbley request that i may stay here at least until the storm is over. each word she said was like heaven to his ears as he stared in awe at her. Yes yes, please come in he said in a hurry as he moved out of the way for her to step inside.
Elane steped through the door as quick as possible thankful to be out of the storm as she slid her boots off at the door way so she didn’t track mud in his house. oh my where are my manners the man said nervous that such a woman had entered his home My name is Chirstopher Templer. She smiled at him as she was able to see somewhat clearer , her eyes going from top to bottom of the man that saved her from the storm. Christopher hurried to the carosine lattern lighting it so she may see his shotty yet humble little home. You may make yourself at home Mrs. Swan i will tend to your horse and put it with mine in my stables. Thank you so much for your hospitality , it’s so nice to know that there is still some hero’s in this land no matter how big or small the heroic deed is. Chirstopher could only smile at Elane no thanks is necessary miss, now you get yourself situated to your likeing and ill return as soon as i can.
Christopher steped out side in the freezing cold rain the wind whipping through the fields and into his face making it all the colder. He approched the horse each step a sloshing sound made from his boots. Come on

MAXIMUM RIDE VS BELLA SWAN?

Sunday, August 16th, 2009
Tegiexox asked:


Now! In the left corner we have the winged human who kicks *** 24/7…MAXIMUM RIDE!
Now! In the right corner we have Bella Swan *Sigh*
Now i know the Twilight fans heavily outnumber the Maximum Ride fans but I am on the Max Ride side.
Now many of you Twihards–or whatever you guys call yourselves– don’t call me a ***** because I put that hilarious picture of Bella Swan up. I, personally, think it is an excellent portrayal of her. *Smiles*
I for one have no idea why people think Bella is a good role model. She is very whimpy and really annoys the crap out of me.
Bella Swan is just plain pathetic in this scene…
Page 317 of Eclipse–Twilight Series
SCENE: Edward and Bella are discussing ways for the ‘good’ vamps to become stronger. They are talking about how blood makes them stronger. Bella actually considers them sacrificing innocent humans for her sake!
Max is just a legend…
Page 212 of Angel Experiment
SCENE: Angel is getting hurt by Erasers (wolf-like people) Twihards dont you dare mention werewolves.
‘There was no way I could let little Angel get hurt by those Erasers. Those Erasers were down. Fang gave me a warning look that said, I know what you are thinking, but don’t you dare think about it. I looked hesitantly at Fang. But Angel–who was just six-years-old–could not hold off all the Erasers, even though she could control their minds. That’s my creepy little Angel. I whipped my wings up and nose-dived at the Erasers. I don’t care if I was taken down. The world would be a better place with less of the. Sacrifice. It is what it is.’
You see my point? There is Bella My knees buckled just thinking about it Swan or Maximum I relished in the thought of kicking their *****! Ride.
I have know idea how Bella attracted Edward Cullen of all people and turned him into a stalker, but…Oh, well.
Now, Fang and Max’s romance I can believe. I, personally, find it hilarious when Max gets all jealous of Fang when he flirts with other girls and Max gets all jealous.
I think it is pretty obvious who I prefer.
MAXIMUM RIDE!
Who do you guys prefer. Max or Bella?

What do you think of my story?

Saturday, August 15th, 2009
Jess asked:


To decide his fate, James thought clearly. And it was clear to him the fate of Robert.
Robert looked into the eyes of his enemy, he knew his fate, the world knew his fate so why not tell them what they already know? He committed a crime, a serious crime and all he thought was … the hotel elevator song. Elevator song? Where had he heard that? Robert didn’t remember, but lately he doesn’t remember much.
James looked on at Robert, James had a gift. At least James thought it was a gift. He wished he had a gift, but he does not. The gift James thinks about is persuasion. James thinks on his memories, yes he remembers. He remembers when he decided to be sick from school, so he pretended to cough and hack and even his mother believed him. James say it is a gift, he says that it is a gift and to prove it he says he is a terrible actor and liar. Of course, everyone believes him because he, of course, acted that out all down to which way he should smile. James is an excellent liar and…
gifted actor but he has no gift of persuasion.
The court room is still and no one dares move, but even though there is no one stirring and no talking, besides in their head. It is too loud for everyone. The absolute silence was a thudding in the ear. It was a pounding as if someone was knocking a hammer in everyone’s ear but making no noise himself. It was unbearable to everyone, but Robert barely noticed.
He saw the evil look in James’ eye, he remembered when they were friends. He always remembered when James said he was a bad liar and actor. Robert knew he was lying of course, so… so that’s when he did his crime…which fatefully lead him here. It was a masterful plan, executed to perfection. With faults attended to with the absolute detail.
To Robert, James was dead. Sure he was sitting right in front of Robert, but that wasn’t James. Yes it was his body and brain…but his soul. His soul wasn’t there, his soul was missing. It was gone.
Robert knew that. However he was the…
However he was the only one who did. The world is falling apart…but Robert was here for a reason. He knew the only thing he could do was of course what he did to result in the death sentence. Yes Robert was going to be killed by a firing squad. He was ok with that, he wanted to die…no he needed to die.
It’s only the very beginning, by the way.

Read my writings please?

Friday, August 14th, 2009
Ptwest asked:


Well i have never written a book or anything like it before. I am 11 years old and thought i would give it a try. Please read what i am writing its called destiny’s ashes.

Destiny’s ashes

Prologue- About us

We are the Vulcan, protectors of humanity. Some may be asking what Vulcan’s protect from. You might not see it but we protect from mythological creatures you did not know were real. Things such as vampires, werewolf’s, shape shifters, Giants, and others all co-exist with humans. They live off humans. The Vulcan’s work for the Catholic Church and stop monsters that get out of hand. We are natural enemies of the vampire. Are bodies are made to destroy. An evil group of vampires and other monsters formed to destroy us. Called the protes there leader is a 300 year old vampire names Charles. This is where are story begins.

Chapter 1 (the hunt)
“Ugh” I said out loud. An all too familiar noise echoed in my head. The call. I froze solid as rock. Calling to Matt and Chris that the church was calling us. The church can do that because of the link made between us. Sprinting back to Rome was an easy task. Covering the 342 miles with breath taking speed. Smoothly walking to the front door Matt asked “what do you think it is this time”? “I’m not sure”. I truthfully replied. Taking a careful 3 steps left and 1 step forward the floor dropped out from under us and we were in the secret base of the Catholic Church. A musky odor was surrounding the room as always. Busy people worked with little expression on there face. I noted the beautiful rock and carvings that were always in the room. Demetri stepped forward excitedly he was a short and pudgy man but head of the underground secret church operation. “I have a task for you” he said with much enthusiasm. “A group of werewolf’s is attacking Austin, Texas”. A sharp glint came in the eyes of all Vulcan members when he said that. A grim face tugged at us all. I could see Chris trembling. This thrilled Demetri he hated us and wanted us to be killed. But since we were immortal that was basically impossible. It’s easier to kill a coven of vampires than 1 Vulcan member. That’s what we are created for, a gift from the gods. But a pack of werewolf’s could easily destroy a few of us. Werewolves were very dangerous. Not because of there fangs and razor sharp claws, but mainly because their saliva poisons are kind. As much as we wanted to turn it down we could not. Too many people were dying and we were all bonded to do as Demetri and the others of the Church told us. Or we would all perish. But there must be a way to disconnect from the church. This fact had remained dormant for a long time. It was just discovered when a member went sour and joined the protes. His name was Bill and he was a brother of Matt. This was particularly devastating to him now he would have to fight his brother someday. “As you wish Demetri” I replied. “Excellent” he said smiling smugly seeing the anguish on our faces. “Good luck then gentleman” Demetri said frigidly not really meaning it. “Lets go guys.” I murmured. Out the door I flew. I was the fastest; the others trailed behind as I created a breeze with my speed. On and on we ran when we finally picked up the scent. It burned my nostrils like a flare gun being shot down a throat. This was bad getting the scent from this far away. That could mean just one thing. These wolves were aggressive, large, and there were masses of them. We had never dealt with a pack this big. Their must be 15-20 of them, and just 3 of us. Racing into town we could see the desperate looks on each others faces almost pleading for help. Sadly we were all alone though. Austin was large but downtown had some beautiful architectural work and many shops. A glitter of hope flashes through us when we realized we could take down a few of them and save the humans existence until after we died more Vulcan’s would be made. We would not be bonded anymore and would be free of worry. Grimly I knew it was the end there was a limit to how much we could tolerate. Trying to keep some hope in my brothers I let out a forged smile. They stared at me coldly wondering how I could possibly smile at a time like this. The sun glinted of our tan skin like crystal in a light making us very eye-catching. Running into Austin we had to slow down, So that we would not be a magnet for attention. Tracking the scent down was difficult in the big city with all the pollution and cars. Smoke filled our noses when we went by factories. It was bad because of how sensitive we were to smell and taste. After crossing the Colorado River we caught the scent of dog and blood. And started followed it, Pursuing the strong scent to an old abandoned warehouse. The warehouse was old and eerie looking at it was frightening knowing we would die here. We knew this was the wolves nest. “Let’s go guys” I murmured my face like stone. If I had ever been scared this beat it by everything. Walking in I heard 4 heartbeats