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Ema and Megan's story!
'Ello, Megan! Okay, welcome to our thread? 
I suppose I could say that... First, we have to kind of pick out what we want our genre to be, since you prefer Greek mythology and I like sci-fi. I was thinking we could sort of squash them together, but I don't know how we'd do that. :) You can input your opinion. Please. With cherries on top. :)
I suppose we can't do character names or plots until we figure out the genre...
Ookay-doodle, you can tell me about what you want to do, I feel lazy enough right now.
*wants to say something else but is not sure what to say* <--- How cliche.
submitted by Ema, age 12, NY
(February 8, 2010 - 8:42 pm)
(February 8, 2010 - 8:42 pm)
I like that idea. Adding in details here, I'd say that the "disease" is something science-fiction-y, where the air is different on Atalaya than the air on Earth- still breathable, but it causes Earthlings (yikes, I sound like an alien) to lose all memory of Earth. I don't think that our pioneers should have to relearn everything... Half of the story would be learning how to crawl, walk, speak, and eat. I'm thinking that they should just lose all memory of their past life, their training, et cetera. In other words, everything that pertains to Earth that isn't rooted in ancient animal-instinct is lost the moment they breathe the air on Atalaya. They should still be able to speak, or learn really quickly (after all, they learned before), or even develop their own language if we use the second idea.
New Idea: I think that it will be easier to show than to explain...
Silence reigns in ultimate darkness of space, a darkness broken only by the faint glistening of distant stars. It is a peaceful silence, but a peacefulness achieved only by those who have drawn their final breath. Suddenly, the silence is broken by a faint sound, which deepens into a roar as the source of the sound draws near. There is a brief flash that vanishes as quickly as it appeared, and the roar follows. The silence resumes its throne, unaware of the peculiar cards Destiny has dealt the individuals laying dormant within the machine that has just vanished, heading towards one of the stars, closer than its brethren. Even if it had been aware, it probably would not have cared.
The machine flew through space, unaware of the fact that the sands of its life were slowly trickling to the end. Its only care was to complete the assignment it had been programmed to do, which was to carry its cargo to the planet orbiting this star- Planet 33.67.98.2. As machines go, this was a fairly clever one. It had only one flaw- it was a machine. And machines, by definition, cannot identify the flaws in an otherwise perfect plan. Machines can only do what they are programmed to do. This particular machine was programmed to wake its cargo from their cryogenic sleep, and to take them to the coordinates that were Planet 33.67.98.2. The scientist who had programmed it had forgotten to program the machine to take its human passengers there in one piece. It's funny how a careless mistake like that can alter the course of history.
And so on, with the humans waking up just before the crash on the planet, but surviving, with no memory of their previous life. Like or no like? I'd write more but I have school tomorrow and I still have stuff to do before then. Talk to you later!
(March 14, 2010 - 7:13 pm)
Wow! That explains our idea better. *nods* I get everything now. I really like it! Maybe we could use something like that for a prologue, if you want to.
Alien Megan. *sigh* Trapped, yet dead, in the Underworld that has fantastic internet connection that is in the core of Atalaya. Yeah, that would be much simpler. We're not writing a guidebook to surviving on another planet. And anyway, even if we did, they would still have animal instincts. Look at my sister-- she definitely is animal-like. They could gradually remember most of their native language, but some words are blocked out-- like a firewall. Maybe some of the words that are blocked form them are technological words- computer, telephone, machine... so on and so on. Atalaya could be a very... eco-friendly? type of planet. And other words to describe things on the planet they could make up. They really don't remember most of their training, because over half of it was a computer simulation, as they couldn't exactly travel to another planet every other day of the week.
I've got to go and practice my piccolo solo for my concert tomorrow.... and then do my Living Environment homework... and then I'm going to get yelled at to put away the huge stack of clothes in my room. Blah.
Oh, my new word is "superduperfantasticallyamazinglyawesomelyepiclycool". *nods*
Spammy says "Atur". Maybe a character (or anything in the story, for that matter) could be named something like that. Ature, Atture, Atur... *rambles* My vision of it is some tiger-striped salamander lizard that can fly. But that's because I'm extremely tired and I just had a cookie.
And I'm done procrastinating.... now.
(March 15, 2010 - 2:15 pm)
I'm not really an alien, I'm just a dead mortal, although I see your point. I hadn't realized that, as we're planning to do a mythology based planet, the Land of the Dead would be in Atalaya. I should have realized though. To my own defense, all planets look alike deep within the core. I haven't gone out into the mortal world yet, because I thought I was still on Earth and it would have brought back painful memories of my death. But now I know, I might scout out Atalaya and report back to you on its characteristics!
I like your ideas on the language thing, and I love your name(s) and creature! You should be a sugar-driven, sleep-deprived mortal more often! I think that Atture, or even something like Atuure would be the best name. Would it be the species name or a specific name? I can picture the lizard too, but I'm picturing a giant lizard that can fly! Though now that I think of it, a tiny lizard that can fly is much cooler and even more practical in the wild jungle landscape that I picture Atalaya.
Should we start writing the story and finish the details as we go along? I think we're pretty much ready. Let me know!
(March 18, 2010 - 4:17 pm)
Sure! Do you want to start it off, since the basic idea was your, um, idea. :)
(March 19, 2010 - 10:37 am)
Sure thing! I'm having a bit of a writer's block at the moment, so I'll write later!
(March 20, 2010 - 1:02 pm)
Okay, great!
Grr, Writer's Block. I hate it when it comes to me. That's why I always use Anti-WB shields that I find lying around the neighborhood. :) But if they're in poor condition, they don't always hold up upon attack.
(March 21, 2010 - 6:03 pm)
I'm not recuperating from my block very well, so if you want, you can continue the story. If it's helpful, I envisioned the group coming out of cryo or having already done so and talking just before the crash. Do what you want to though. You're the master of science fiction in the group. :-)
(March 22, 2010 - 3:55 pm)
Okay! :D We'll pretend we already posted your prologue and this is... Never mind, I'll just cut to the story. I tend to talk to myself while explaining odd things. :P
Everything had been planned, every step unanimously decided. There was no room for errors. Mapped out carefully, with the nation's greatest minds to assist. Yet, it still happened.
A crash, an explosion of gasoline tanks smacking against the rocky surface. The cyro tubes flew up into the air, splitting open and scattering survivors everywhere. If they weren't dead already from the massive explosion, surely many more would be now.
Gwendolyn's cyro tank was the only one that worked, opening up mere seconds before the disaster. Dazed, cold, and dizzy, she had stumbled over to the window, the proper oxygen level not in her lungs. Everything was a blur; she didn't know what was going on. Suddenly, she was launched backwards with enough velocity to break open the many layers of steel that protected them. Her back bleeding, she fell far enough away from the rocky area to not be severely hurt. Gasping, she regained consciousness and watched as her friends hit the boulders. There was nothing she could do. All she knew was that their mission had failed-- and that she would die on this remote planet. As the different air was pumped into her bloodstream, she blacked out.
"Gwen. Gwen!" Her shoulders were being shaken by something. The angels in Heaven, she thought dazedly. Gwen blinked, hoping to see fluffy, white clouds and ladies wearing halos.
It was Raku. His face was terribly bruised, and his arm was hanging loosely off to his side. "I think something happened. I'm here for some reason."
His words didn't make sense to Gwen until they officially set in. "Why are we here?" she asked, looking around. "Mmph." Her neck made a slight cracking noise when she turned it.
"Don't worry," he said. "Probably just a...." he trailed off into silence, losing his train of thought altogether.
"A neck thing." Gwen forced herself to laugh, despite the fact that something seemed to be terribly wrong. She stiffened. "Something just doesn't feel right. Something happened here, Raku. Something bad." She had it on the tip of her tongue, but it never came to her, even though it felt recent.
Raku helped her up with his good hand. "I found a couple others," he told her. "The others were..." He couldn't force himself to describe it, didn't even know the word anymore.
Gwen stumbled over to what looked like blurry friends, unaffected by this news. "Hi," she offered to them. When nobody responded, she yelled. "I said hello!" She rubbed the blurriness out of her eyes. "Oh," she said quietly, then quickly turned away from the awful sight. Tears began to trickle down her cheeks, when someone tapped her on her shoulder quickly. "P-Pippa?" she stuttered, then slowly turned around.
"Yup, that's my name all right, don't wear it out!" Pippa grinned. She giggled. "You woke up pretty late, Gwen." Pippa was the youngest of the group, and most immune to sadness and suffering. "We found something edible, at least I haven't kicked the... kicked the..." Pippa's eyes opened wide, the subject forgotten. She thrust a freckled hand out to Gwen. "Try some, they're really good!"
Gwen eyed the berries suspiciously, and then her hunger took over. She greedily grabbed them all from Pippa, and chewed on them loudly, green juice flying every which way. "Good," she agreed. "Never heard of them, though."
"Who cares? I'm hungry and I don't know why!" Pippa smiled happily, then grabbed Gwen's hand. "C'mon, let's go with the others. It's cold out here without any trees to block the wind." She started hopping from rock to rock, towards the forest. Gwen was unwillingly pulled along behind her, and kept getting her ankles smacked.
(((I hope this is okay. If you didn't like it, we can change it. I'm just in a morbid-y mood today. Pro'lly because I'm tired.
Oh, I'm going to Riverdance today with my school. I have to get to my school at 6PM and I'm going to get back to my house around 10:45PM. So I'll be tired tomorrow. :D)))
(March 23, 2010 - 3:25 pm)
No, that's perfect! I love it!
(March 23, 2010 - 9:09 pm)
Thanks! Sorry it's a touch morbid, I wanted a dramatic beginning. :)
I see you have moved to Atalaya. *stalks* I just teleported myself to Atalaya, also. You should come up from the Underworld to visit me, I'm living in the forest right now.
(March 24, 2010 - 5:08 pm)
Unfortunately, if I appeared before you in my ethereal form, you wouldn't be able to see or hear me other than a faint shimmering in your vision and the softest of murmurs of the wind in your ear. Also, I find it drafty on the surface. This is the only way I can make contact with you puny mortals. Until you die that is. But I assume that you want to finish this story before you die. :-)
Question: If the air of Atalaya confounds the minds of all who breathe it, how do you remember how to contact me?
(March 24, 2010 - 9:06 pm)
I go to Atalaya, hold my breath until I can get an oxygen tank, then come find you, I think. :)
Yes, finishing it before I die would be lovely. :)
Hey, Spammy says, "kutz". I betcha he's saying I'm a klutz, which is true. I broke my toe walking down the stairs awhile ago. But it's healed now.. I hope. Because Track starts around the beginning of April.
(March 25, 2010 - 1:53 pm)
Ouch. Good luck with your toe and Track. I was a horrible runner while I was alive, but now that I'm a ghost, I could outlast any mortal. After all, I no longer have any tissues or organs weighing me down. I just float on the breeze.
You're lucky. My Spammy never says anything interesting. Right now, it says gcde. Nothing interesting there. *sigh* I'm glad that there is wireless Internet down here, otherwise I might go boring and obsolete like the older spirits.
(March 26, 2010 - 7:21 pm)
Well, it's all better now, but I still try to avoid smacking it against random objects. :)
Are you still suffering from Writer's Block? Because if you want, you can continue the story, but if you are, I can add on to what I wrote. I just thought I was writing too much, but I doubt that now that I think about it. :)
(March 29, 2010 - 1:54 pm)
Sadly, my mind is still blank. Feel free to write on. I will jump in as soon as I am over this accurséd (yes, the kind with an extra "ed") writer's block.
Your writing is terrific! Don't worry about writing too much (which you aren't).
(March 29, 2010 - 6:27 pm)