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So this is for the story that me and BHR will write. Here are the comments discussing it previously:
Okay, BHR! What do you think the story should be about? I think it
should be set in a world where it started many centuries ago, with just
one person in a world consisted entirely of a field of grass that went
on for many miles, and then as he wished for more to exist in it, more
things came into existence, creating a very fantastical world. Hmm, what
should be in the world?
submitted by Joe Dosie Doe, age Almost 14, An elephant's trunk
(April 5, 2013 - 3:02 pm)
Sorry JDD! Nano is keeping me really busy. Hmm. I rather like that!
Perhaps it could be a mix of cultures, time periods, abd general
fantasy? Such as old cottages, castles, irish music, and gnomes, trolls,
fairies and the like. Just a random reference. What do you think?
submitted by Blonde Heroines Rule
(April 5, 2013 - 8:46 pm)
How about our central hero is someone who, unlike the other
inhabitants of the world, is painfully ordinary and so is shunned by
everyone else?
submitted by Joe Dosie Doe, age Almost 14, Unknowingly knowing
(April 6, 2013 - 12:35 pm)
Yeah, I like that. Maybe we could have a hero and heroine? Like
underdog characters. They depend on each other. Then a disease or some
such thing could sweep through world, and they could be the only ones
not affected? Or war could be on their doorstep? Anything really.
submitted by Blonde Heroines Rule
(April 6, 2013 - 5:30 pm)
Yeah, I like those concepts. And the hero and heroine thing sounds good.
You can make up the herione, who will probably be (surprise!) blonde.
Here's my hero profile. You can make changes to it if you want.
Name: Dewey Lloyd
Age: 15 going on 16
Species: Warlock
Abilities: Can cast spells, but is not an extroardinarily accomplished warlock
Personality: Mischevious and untrustworthy
What he likes to do: Play pranks using magic such as changing the color
and/or design of someone's underwear or causing bird poop to explode on
the victim when they go to clean it up
Relatives: He has a sister he lives with (you can make up the sister!) but does not know she's his sister
Hmm... so what should the whole conflict be? I do like the disease thing.
submitted by Joe Dosie Doe, age Almost 14, Unknowingly knowing
(April 7, 2013 - 11:50 am)
Hehehe! How did you know? Yes, she will probably be blonde, so let's see...
Clover Lloyd.
Age; 13 going on 14
Appearence; Long, free flowing pure blonde hair with thick bangs
constantly getting in her eyes, starry black eyes, very pale skin, red
lips, light freckles under her eyes and across the bridge of her nose.
Wears; Knee length black cargo skirt, white puffed sleeve blouse with a
black lace up vest (I guess what you'd call peasent style), black
hunting boots, black wrist length cloak held with a silver crescent pin.
(I know a lot of black, but if you can really picture how it would
look, it's not really that much)
Personality; Sweet tempered, quiet, determined, strong though she looks
fragile, though that's because of an illness she contracted when she was
very young. But she has a complete other side most people don't expect.
She's mischevous, likes pulling pranks as well, though keeps her
trickster identity secret. She is especially out going, and all around
happy when she's with her brother.
Has a secret love of nice pretty things, and music. That's why her little wooden flute means a great deal to her.
The conflict can be a mixture of things, with one main source? Like it
starts with an illness, and moves on to random disappearences such
things? Like it has something controlling all of this. What do you
think? I'm game really for whatever. I like new twists, so...
submitted by Blonde Heroines Rule
(April 7, 2013 - 5:34 pm)
I like Clover, but I think she and Dewey should have different last
names, since their not supposed to be aware that they're siblings.
submitted by Joe Dosie Doe, age Almost 14, Unknowingly knowing
(April 8, 2013 - 9:59 am)
Good point. Hmm. Mirth. Clover Mirth!
submitted by Blonde Heroines Rule
(April 8, 2013 - 9:27 pm)
@BHR Vague idea for our story conflict:
One of Clover and Dewey's friends gets killed by a vampire, who had to
resort to the guy's blood as a last resort under undecided
circumstances, since he didn't have the animal blood he usually prefers.
Not knowing this justification, Clover and Dewey hunt down the vampire,
and the vampire must convince them he's not really bad (since he
isn't). The vampire convinces Clover and Dewey that he is not a bad guy,
and then they must team up to stop a bigger threat of some sort. At the
end of the story, Clover and Dewey become vampires too, also under
undecided circumstances.
What do you think?
submitted by Joe Dosie Doe, age 14 at last, World's worst funkys
(April 10, 2013 - 4:25 pm)
Huh. I kinda like that! I've never really written anything about
vampires (mostly cause of Twilight, and I really don't want to be caught
up in that rat race). But this is unique! Reminds me of something I saw
on a show once. Like Nicholas Tesla...
submitted by Blonde Heroines Rule
(April 11, 2013 - 12:02 pm)
Now to discuss ideas some more and start writing.
Rodney says gedi. First of all, Rodney, you spell it with a "j", not a "g". Second of all, BHR has never seen Star Wars. I don't hold that against her. She still rules.
submitted by Joe Dosie Doe, age 14, The Great Undoors
(April 15, 2013 - 11:07 am)
(April 15, 2013 - 11:07 am)
(May 3, 2013 - 8:47 pm)
Poke goop top poke goop top!
(May 3, 2013 - 8:48 pm)
Quite pleased! I like that! Plus, I've never been good at writing histories and prologues. So, now for Clover!
Clover ~
I sat quietly, listening with fascination to Prince Ephraim, while sipping Pabulum, which tasted very much like mint and honeysuckle. Prince Ephraim was always an interesting person to talk to, though I did very little of the talking. But I always thorughly enjoyed simply listening. Dewey always did the talking for me, being as, we'd been friends for as long as I could remember.
"And, the vampires left, forming a sort of community of their own, as we all know," Prince Ephraim continued. "There is the occasional conflict between a citizen of Ittalnys and a vampire, those encounters are rather rare." I shuddered. The idea of meeting a vampire was scary enough, but the thought of one coming after you... I looked up, and glanced out the window. The sun was already starting to set. I sighed. "I've got to go. I don't like being out after dark." Dewey nodded, and stood as well. "Thanks for the story and Pabulum," he said, and followed me out. We headed off, the both of us living on opposite side of town. I looked around. Children ran and played in the streets. Neighbors chatted merily with one another. It was a peaceful town, and things went smoothly. But I had noticed as of recently, that animals were disappearing, and meat was becoming scarce. We all had vegetable gardens of course, but it still worried people. I could tell. And I worried what would come of it.
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So, as we suggested earlier, a vampire kills a friend, since he couldn't find an animal. So, something is happening to cause the animals to disappear?
(May 4, 2013 - 11:36 am)
Top Top Top! TOP! TOPAMANIA!!!
(May 8, 2013 - 12:20 pm)
TOP! TOP! TOP! top!
(May 9, 2013 - 7:37 pm)
Next part of the story:
Dewey ~
As we walked back home, I remembered that we had a lesson with the wise Haywood, our instructor in magical arts. We went to the cottage with Haywood's other apprentices and waited.
"Hello, my fine students!" said Haywood. "I have a surprise for you today." We waited patiently but excitedly, for Haywood usually brought some most intriguing things to class. He opened his box, and out popped a large... scroll.
He pulled a bunch of other scrolls out of the bag, and handed one to each student. "You will practice these spells until the lesson has ended," he told us. "When it is over, I shall look and see how good you are at the job. And the best shall recieve..." Haywood pulled a creature in a cage out of the box. It was a Cornu!
Cornus were furry little humanoids with horns on their heads. The horns could provide anything you could possibly want, so long as it costed, at most, 50 Pencuniams. "So," said Haywood, "Get going!"
We spent the rest of the lesson practicing until Haywood sounded a loud ding! "Let's test your skills."
We all went up to him and he asked each one of us to accomplish a different challenge that the spells would help us do. When I got up, Haywood said, "All right, Dewey, if you have mastered your work correctly, you should be able to turn me into a dandelion seed."
I concentrated, stood still, and... whoosh! I spun my RAP (Robe of Abilites Particular), and there was a blinding light. When it disappeared, where Haywood had been was... an enormous dandelion seed the size of a person. After a moment, Haywood returned to his original Form, and said, "Mr. Lloyd, when thinking of what you wished me to become, you neglected to account for size. Please refer to your scroll."
I looked at the scroll, and darted to a bottom column which read, "Size matters. If you wish to turn an adversary into an insect so you may have the upper hand, you must remember that insects are smaller than yourself. Concentrate on the size of the desired Form when casting the spell. If you do not, you may find yourself in the jaws of an unusually large insect (your opponent) that might devour you. Many warlocks have made such mistakes, and they are easily avoided when you remember that size matters."
I rolled up the scroll and walked back to my seat. In the end, the prize was awarded to Pluck Gobsmacker, who transformed Haywood's desk into a perfect warthog. "Ha!" Pluck said after the lesson. He imitated Haywood's deep voice, "Ohhhh, Mr. Llyod, you did not quite siiiize it right!"
I was mad. "Pluck deserves to be taught a lesson," I told Clover as we walked home. "By who?" inquired Clover. I grinned mischievously. "I think I know just the thing."
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And now it's your turn, BHR, either to edit or continue the story!
(May 14, 2013 - 11:14 am)
TOPPP!!
(May 14, 2013 - 11:15 am)
poke
(May 15, 2013 - 2:33 pm)
Goop!
(May 15, 2013 - 2:45 pm)
Ooh, I love it!
Clover ~
I knew that look. Dewey had a plan. I clasped my hands, rocking back and forth, waiting for Dewey to tell me. "Here's what we're going to do," he said, leaning in, whispering in my ear. As I listened, I grinned. The plan was genius.
I waited, enclosed in shadows of a side alley, a small ball looking very much like a Christmas tree ornament, grasped in one hand. Dewey was concealed behind some large crates on the opposite side of the tree. We'd chosen this section because not many people traversed this road at this time of day.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, we heard Puck making his way down the street. Dewey peeked out just enough to nod at me. Together, as Puck passed, we hurled our objects. They exploded against Puck, creating a large, colorful plume of smoke. When it cleard, Puck was dyed a brilliant pink, and his clothes were two sizes two small. He spluttered, and coughed, while Dewey and I roared in laughter. Suddenly, Puck looked straight at Dewey, then me. We bolted before he could try and get revenge.
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Taday!
(May 15, 2013 - 9:28 pm)
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