I'm going to post a few very short, very much unfinished stories from a few years ago in this thread. I wrote these in 7th and 8th grade. Some of this is poorly written, sorry lol.
Something about a chamber? I don't know... (this one is really bad)
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This was supposed to be a prologue to something...
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This was something I started, but I only wrote a few paragraphs...
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This one is also short. I probably wrote it after watching avatar or something lol.
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Alright, that's all I could find on my old computer.
Something about a chamber? I don't know... (this one is really bad)
As the warming rays of the sun beat against my eyelids, a cool breeze brushes against my skin, feeling familiar, yet alien. I yawn through the grogginess of deep sleep, the cold of the metal I lay on seeping into my skin. How strange it all felt, I thought to myself. The metal, the breeze, even the sun; as if they shouldn't exist, as if they don't pertain to my life.
Slowly, the claws of the day threatened to steal me from sleep. As I start to become more aware, panic strikes on its own accord, confirming my prior confusion. There was in fact something out of place. I start hyperventilating, sweat running from my forehead down my face.
And then, in a single moment of terrified exhilaration, I remembered. I remembered the chamber.
My mind shuts off, and suddenly I'm on my feet, walking, trying to get away. Somehow I am able to walk, even though I never learned how, and this scares me more. I'm running now; needing the safety and familiarity of the chamber, even though every part of me detests it. Terror ensues as I realize that I will never get way, that I will never escape myself. I'm sprinting now, down a long, metal hallway, the ceiling and sides seeming to cave in one me.
The chamber, the chamber, need the chamber; the words racing through my head as I run. Ears ringing from the clang of metal footsteps, I begin to blackout. "Chamber, Chamber, CHAMBER ," I scream, as I fall to the ground; but before losing consciousness, I make out the shape of a girl standing in front of me.
Slowly, the claws of the day threatened to steal me from sleep. As I start to become more aware, panic strikes on its own accord, confirming my prior confusion. There was in fact something out of place. I start hyperventilating, sweat running from my forehead down my face.
And then, in a single moment of terrified exhilaration, I remembered. I remembered the chamber.
My mind shuts off, and suddenly I'm on my feet, walking, trying to get away. Somehow I am able to walk, even though I never learned how, and this scares me more. I'm running now; needing the safety and familiarity of the chamber, even though every part of me detests it. Terror ensues as I realize that I will never get way, that I will never escape myself. I'm sprinting now, down a long, metal hallway, the ceiling and sides seeming to cave in one me.
The chamber, the chamber, need the chamber; the words racing through my head as I run. Ears ringing from the clang of metal footsteps, I begin to blackout. "Chamber, Chamber, CHAMBER ," I scream, as I fall to the ground; but before losing consciousness, I make out the shape of a girl standing in front of me.
This was supposed to be a prologue to something...
Many years ago, under the rule of a just King and Queen, the land of Arcana was prosperous and the people were true of heart. All the while, the devil of this land, Caractus, watched on; barely able to contain his anger and evil temptations. He finally went to the rulers of Arcana, disguised as the Creator, and simply asked "How have you governed this land fairer than any of my creations before?"
Staring into his wife's eyes, the king replied simply. "Our love for each other surpasses all foul temptations."
Caractus then knew the solution to his predicament. The worst fate is one brought on by your own actions. He looked at them and muttered a word under his breath. Smiling, Caractus licked his lips, then spoke. "Allow me to reward you. I have imbued within you both the power beyond all powers, the ability to control life itself. Take this and see that your lands are safe for many years to come."
After Caractus descended back into the underworld, the King and Queen locked themselves in their room. For a week they studied their new power. They learned they could control the spiritual energy that makes up all living, and nonliving elements of the world; from pots and pans to birds flying through the sky. After they knew they could not bring harm to their people, they opened the doors to their kingdom and continued to rule as before.
Nine months later they gave birth to their first son, whom had been conceived that week, and named him Lucifer.
As the years past, they studied their power and in return it grew. The king knocked over an entire army of attacking soldiers, sparing them as they fled in terror. Celebrating their safety, the people paraded in the name of the King. When disease threatened all the kingdoms crops, the Queen saw that the disease was vanquished. Every night for a week, the people feasted, chanting the name of the Queen. The kingdom's prosperity was unmatched by any land in the world.
Lucifer watched his parents accomplishments in seclusion. He had inherited their power, but it was nothing compared to what they wielded, and he was ashamed. After years of loneliness and longing, his desire for the greatest power grew dangerous, and his judgment became clouded. One night, at the age of ten, he snuck into his parents room and plunged a dagger into his father's chest. Lucifer watched his father die in ecstasy, loving the feeling of power the act supplied. As his mother woke from the dying whimpers of the great king, he used his power to fling the bloody dagger from his hand, through a window, and into a pond two miles away. He smiled a toothless, evil smile as he watched her cry; pantomiming innocence when her teary gaze fixed on him.
That night, after discovering her dead husband, the Queen grew fearful for not her life, but the life of the child she carried in her. In grievance, she hugged Lucifer and left him in the care of her friend, and most trusted servant, before finally instituting the viceroy as temporary king. Changing her appearance to that of a peasant, she fled into the night. Only dancing lightning-bugs and shady late-night-goers bore witness as a dirty women, in ratty clothes, ran through the castle grounds at a frightening pace. The Queen then made her way to the outlying hills of the kingdom, where she found a village she could hide in safely.
Though Lucifer's power was not great, it was sufficient to seize control of the castle after his mothers disappearance. He publicly executed the King, prior viceroy, daring any to interfere with his rule.
The kingdom fell to depression under the harsh rule of Lucifer. One by one, with an exaggerated swipe and bow, he executed all unneeded citizens; the sick, the crippled, and the elderly alike; all the while basking in his newfound power. He watched in glee as foreign invaders cut down soldiers and civilians, knowing their forces were pitiful compared to his. He even happily watched many starve, their only food source fallen to disease. His only care was to be the most powerful in the kingdom. And for that, his mother had to die. As he sent out his most skilled assassins, his only regret was that he couldn't kill her himself.
In the village, the queen befriended Garrow, and lived with him throughout the development of her pregnancy. He was a kind and just man, the living image of the deceased king. Being with him made it almost so she didn't cry every night, desperately longing to spend time with her husband, even for only a couple minutes. They became very close before the birth of her son, Mark, and afterward they conceived a child together. In the nine months before her daughter, Clara, was born, though the village was struck with food shortages and disease, her new family remained happy and she and Garrow married. Born from their happiness was the decision to get Lucifer, to bring him so he could meet his siblings, his new father, and be a part of the family. So after Clara's birth, Garrow waved his wife goodbye, not knowing she is the Queen and his step-son royalty.
The day the assassins returned with news of their failure, Lucifer was enraged. His psychotic desire to feel powerful was threatened by his mother living. He sought to have complete control of his kingdom, but he couldn't kill a single woman? Sighing, he sauntered into the castle's courtyard. At the very moment he announced to his bowed citizens, lazily, that he would now choose someone to kill, a dirty woman in ratty clothes walked into sight. His eyes fixed on her, and her eyes fixed on him. He smiled foully at her, and she smiled ecstatically back. Leaning his head forward, scrunching his eyes, and somehow managing to smile more sinisterly, Lucifer spoke slowly, almost inaudibly to the crowd before him. "Her. I want to kill her."
Lucifer forcefully grabbed the woman with his power and brought her to the knees beside him. The woman opened her eyes wide with terror and revealed herself. To the shock of Lucifer, kneeling before him and the gasping crowd was the Queen, and his mother, who had disappeared nearly two years before. As his mother sat there frozen in surprise, Lucifer yelled out in a tone that would scare even the tormented souls of the underworld. "THANK YOU, CARACTUS!!"
And as he finished his words, he placed all the power he had developed the last two years into his open hand. Closing his fist with incredible force, his mother's head imploded. And then Lucifer collapsed in exhaustion.
The Creator had hoped to allow the recent events to work themselves out. But he saw that Lucifer was a tyrant and needed to be destroyed. So that night, four hours after Lucifer killed his mother, the Creator descended into a small village in the outlying hills of the kingdom. There, he spoke to Garrow in his dreams. "Do not be afraid, my dear creation. I come to give guidance. Your wife, and Clara's mother, is the late-queen of England. She was killed by her son, and your step-son, Lucifer. Lucifer is dangerous and must be killed. Though I wouldnt dare to directly interfere with the struggles of men, I come to help indirectly. Mark and Clara have inherited great, and evil power from their mother. It was born into souls that loved each other, so in love the power is at its greatest. Without love, the power will corrupt its holder and spawn evil. Love overcomes hate. Remember these words."
Before leaving, the Creator imbued within Garrow knowledge of the power, so he could train Mark and Clara in its ways.
Caractus came to Lucifer in his dreams, and spoke to him. "I come only briefly, my minion. The Creator imbued within Garrow, your stepfather, knowledge of the power. He will train your brother and step-sister, Mark and Clara, hoping to defeat you. But do not fear- the first born child receives the full potential of the power, and each after that receive a quarter less. Since Clara was born from only one soul of power, she received only half the power of a third-born child. If you harness your hate, and desire for greater power, they cannot hope to defeat you. Hate overcomes love. Remember these words"
Lucifer and Garrow took the words to heart. For fourteen years, Garrow trained Mark and Clara in the power, and taught them to love, and Lucifer harnessed is hate and strained to increase his power.
And on the dawn of the fifteenth year, they fought. And all saw that love truly does overcome hate.
The Creator knew the world was now a better place, so he desired this lesson to stay fresh in man's mind. He saw that every two centuries, a man would be born with knowledge in the power and the power of love, destined to help good overcome evil. He made it so a first-borns power would have life within a random child ten years later, and a second's and half a third's power ten years after that.
Staring into his wife's eyes, the king replied simply. "Our love for each other surpasses all foul temptations."
Caractus then knew the solution to his predicament. The worst fate is one brought on by your own actions. He looked at them and muttered a word under his breath. Smiling, Caractus licked his lips, then spoke. "Allow me to reward you. I have imbued within you both the power beyond all powers, the ability to control life itself. Take this and see that your lands are safe for many years to come."
After Caractus descended back into the underworld, the King and Queen locked themselves in their room. For a week they studied their new power. They learned they could control the spiritual energy that makes up all living, and nonliving elements of the world; from pots and pans to birds flying through the sky. After they knew they could not bring harm to their people, they opened the doors to their kingdom and continued to rule as before.
Nine months later they gave birth to their first son, whom had been conceived that week, and named him Lucifer.
As the years past, they studied their power and in return it grew. The king knocked over an entire army of attacking soldiers, sparing them as they fled in terror. Celebrating their safety, the people paraded in the name of the King. When disease threatened all the kingdoms crops, the Queen saw that the disease was vanquished. Every night for a week, the people feasted, chanting the name of the Queen. The kingdom's prosperity was unmatched by any land in the world.
Lucifer watched his parents accomplishments in seclusion. He had inherited their power, but it was nothing compared to what they wielded, and he was ashamed. After years of loneliness and longing, his desire for the greatest power grew dangerous, and his judgment became clouded. One night, at the age of ten, he snuck into his parents room and plunged a dagger into his father's chest. Lucifer watched his father die in ecstasy, loving the feeling of power the act supplied. As his mother woke from the dying whimpers of the great king, he used his power to fling the bloody dagger from his hand, through a window, and into a pond two miles away. He smiled a toothless, evil smile as he watched her cry; pantomiming innocence when her teary gaze fixed on him.
That night, after discovering her dead husband, the Queen grew fearful for not her life, but the life of the child she carried in her. In grievance, she hugged Lucifer and left him in the care of her friend, and most trusted servant, before finally instituting the viceroy as temporary king. Changing her appearance to that of a peasant, she fled into the night. Only dancing lightning-bugs and shady late-night-goers bore witness as a dirty women, in ratty clothes, ran through the castle grounds at a frightening pace. The Queen then made her way to the outlying hills of the kingdom, where she found a village she could hide in safely.
Though Lucifer's power was not great, it was sufficient to seize control of the castle after his mothers disappearance. He publicly executed the King, prior viceroy, daring any to interfere with his rule.
The kingdom fell to depression under the harsh rule of Lucifer. One by one, with an exaggerated swipe and bow, he executed all unneeded citizens; the sick, the crippled, and the elderly alike; all the while basking in his newfound power. He watched in glee as foreign invaders cut down soldiers and civilians, knowing their forces were pitiful compared to his. He even happily watched many starve, their only food source fallen to disease. His only care was to be the most powerful in the kingdom. And for that, his mother had to die. As he sent out his most skilled assassins, his only regret was that he couldn't kill her himself.
In the village, the queen befriended Garrow, and lived with him throughout the development of her pregnancy. He was a kind and just man, the living image of the deceased king. Being with him made it almost so she didn't cry every night, desperately longing to spend time with her husband, even for only a couple minutes. They became very close before the birth of her son, Mark, and afterward they conceived a child together. In the nine months before her daughter, Clara, was born, though the village was struck with food shortages and disease, her new family remained happy and she and Garrow married. Born from their happiness was the decision to get Lucifer, to bring him so he could meet his siblings, his new father, and be a part of the family. So after Clara's birth, Garrow waved his wife goodbye, not knowing she is the Queen and his step-son royalty.
The day the assassins returned with news of their failure, Lucifer was enraged. His psychotic desire to feel powerful was threatened by his mother living. He sought to have complete control of his kingdom, but he couldn't kill a single woman? Sighing, he sauntered into the castle's courtyard. At the very moment he announced to his bowed citizens, lazily, that he would now choose someone to kill, a dirty woman in ratty clothes walked into sight. His eyes fixed on her, and her eyes fixed on him. He smiled foully at her, and she smiled ecstatically back. Leaning his head forward, scrunching his eyes, and somehow managing to smile more sinisterly, Lucifer spoke slowly, almost inaudibly to the crowd before him. "Her. I want to kill her."
Lucifer forcefully grabbed the woman with his power and brought her to the knees beside him. The woman opened her eyes wide with terror and revealed herself. To the shock of Lucifer, kneeling before him and the gasping crowd was the Queen, and his mother, who had disappeared nearly two years before. As his mother sat there frozen in surprise, Lucifer yelled out in a tone that would scare even the tormented souls of the underworld. "THANK YOU, CARACTUS!!"
And as he finished his words, he placed all the power he had developed the last two years into his open hand. Closing his fist with incredible force, his mother's head imploded. And then Lucifer collapsed in exhaustion.
The Creator had hoped to allow the recent events to work themselves out. But he saw that Lucifer was a tyrant and needed to be destroyed. So that night, four hours after Lucifer killed his mother, the Creator descended into a small village in the outlying hills of the kingdom. There, he spoke to Garrow in his dreams. "Do not be afraid, my dear creation. I come to give guidance. Your wife, and Clara's mother, is the late-queen of England. She was killed by her son, and your step-son, Lucifer. Lucifer is dangerous and must be killed. Though I wouldnt dare to directly interfere with the struggles of men, I come to help indirectly. Mark and Clara have inherited great, and evil power from their mother. It was born into souls that loved each other, so in love the power is at its greatest. Without love, the power will corrupt its holder and spawn evil. Love overcomes hate. Remember these words."
Before leaving, the Creator imbued within Garrow knowledge of the power, so he could train Mark and Clara in its ways.
Caractus came to Lucifer in his dreams, and spoke to him. "I come only briefly, my minion. The Creator imbued within Garrow, your stepfather, knowledge of the power. He will train your brother and step-sister, Mark and Clara, hoping to defeat you. But do not fear- the first born child receives the full potential of the power, and each after that receive a quarter less. Since Clara was born from only one soul of power, she received only half the power of a third-born child. If you harness your hate, and desire for greater power, they cannot hope to defeat you. Hate overcomes love. Remember these words"
Lucifer and Garrow took the words to heart. For fourteen years, Garrow trained Mark and Clara in the power, and taught them to love, and Lucifer harnessed is hate and strained to increase his power.
And on the dawn of the fifteenth year, they fought. And all saw that love truly does overcome hate.
The Creator knew the world was now a better place, so he desired this lesson to stay fresh in man's mind. He saw that every two centuries, a man would be born with knowledge in the power and the power of love, destined to help good overcome evil. He made it so a first-borns power would have life within a random child ten years later, and a second's and half a third's power ten years after that.
This was something I started, but I only wrote a few paragraphs...
Mason turned over, half asleep as his alarm went off. It was far too early to wake up on the first day of summer. The sound of it danced around the room and throughout the cramped apartment, anxious to wake up the entire complex. It finally homed its blare on him and he woke.
Mason isn't particularly strong. And he isn't particularly fast. But he is smart. Smarter, in fact, than any other student at Fenmore High school. Maybe in the whole of the United States, though by no means does he look the part. Mason is tall and skinny, and has brown hair and hazel eyes. You'd think he was plain by that description, but conversely, he's exotic. At least he likes to think so. He has high, sculpted cheekbones, a slender mouth and nose, and pale skin.
His mother says he looks like his Norwegian father who died long ago. She has never told Mason the details regarding his death, so he secretly believes that he didn't die. That he walked out on us. That he is still out there somewhere, maybe walking out on some other illegitimate children.
Mason rubbed his eyes and moaned. It had been a long night, he remembered. Hunger has the tendency to keep you awake. Hunger will plant a seed in your mind, and it will grow and foster into a weed with only two killers. Food and death. Neither an easy option when your overprotective mother works four jobs and can't pay the bills.
Mason isn't particularly strong. And he isn't particularly fast. But he is smart. Smarter, in fact, than any other student at Fenmore High school. Maybe in the whole of the United States, though by no means does he look the part. Mason is tall and skinny, and has brown hair and hazel eyes. You'd think he was plain by that description, but conversely, he's exotic. At least he likes to think so. He has high, sculpted cheekbones, a slender mouth and nose, and pale skin.
His mother says he looks like his Norwegian father who died long ago. She has never told Mason the details regarding his death, so he secretly believes that he didn't die. That he walked out on us. That he is still out there somewhere, maybe walking out on some other illegitimate children.
Mason rubbed his eyes and moaned. It had been a long night, he remembered. Hunger has the tendency to keep you awake. Hunger will plant a seed in your mind, and it will grow and foster into a weed with only two killers. Food and death. Neither an easy option when your overprotective mother works four jobs and can't pay the bills.
This one is also short. I probably wrote it after watching avatar or something lol.
Closing my eyes, I willed my body to be still. Every moment that led to this one assaulted my mind, creating a loop of distracting thoughts and those attempting to prevent them. Exhaling slowly, I focused on calming myself and keeping my head as close to clear as possible. Reaching down, I rubbed my hands dry on the ceremonial pants I had been given, and then ran them through my thick black hair. The intense stares of my onlookers made my arduous task all the more difficult.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Fallis?" The sarcastic voice could scarcely be heard over the pouring rain. Quickly opening my eyes, I struggled to see the elders sitting in front of me, the deluge casting a thick sheet of gray. The three of them were all wearing black robes that contrasted the blue of the village symbol on their chests. In each of their hands I could make out what looked to be a dagger, something that was commonplace among the ungifted.
Off to the left stood a slave, the look on his face stressed as he attempted to prevent water from hitting his masters. If even a drop did, he would be beaten, or possibly executed.
Closing my eyes, I returned to static cogitation. Turning my attention to the rain falling around me, I felt the presence of every drop of water, locating them all in my mind's eye. Detecting their movement, I sought to anticipate even the slightest change in trajectory. I then both felt and heard as each drop struck the stone floor, emitting a minute kerplunk that only the most attentive could detect.
I took a deep breath once I was sure I had every drop accounted for. Lowering my head to rest against my chest, I intensely analyzed each raindrop, subverting my consciousness onto each in turn; giving them life and forcing them to obey me. And when they beckoned for an order from their creator, I willed them all to go still.
A slow clap then echoed throughout the newly quieted room. Raising my head back up, I gazed at my work. Thousands, possibly millions, of tiny droplets of water hung suspended in midair.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Fallis?" The sarcastic voice could scarcely be heard over the pouring rain. Quickly opening my eyes, I struggled to see the elders sitting in front of me, the deluge casting a thick sheet of gray. The three of them were all wearing black robes that contrasted the blue of the village symbol on their chests. In each of their hands I could make out what looked to be a dagger, something that was commonplace among the ungifted.
Off to the left stood a slave, the look on his face stressed as he attempted to prevent water from hitting his masters. If even a drop did, he would be beaten, or possibly executed.
Closing my eyes, I returned to static cogitation. Turning my attention to the rain falling around me, I felt the presence of every drop of water, locating them all in my mind's eye. Detecting their movement, I sought to anticipate even the slightest change in trajectory. I then both felt and heard as each drop struck the stone floor, emitting a minute kerplunk that only the most attentive could detect.
I took a deep breath once I was sure I had every drop accounted for. Lowering my head to rest against my chest, I intensely analyzed each raindrop, subverting my consciousness onto each in turn; giving them life and forcing them to obey me. And when they beckoned for an order from their creator, I willed them all to go still.
A slow clap then echoed throughout the newly quieted room. Raising my head back up, I gazed at my work. Thousands, possibly millions, of tiny droplets of water hung suspended in midair.
Alright, that's all I could find on my old computer.
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