"Tell Me a Story..."

[greyfox1]

So this is a test of everyone's creativity...we are all manga/anime lovers here, so naturally we all must have some great imaginations.

The test is...

Write a short-short story here in this forum...can be like a memory that never happened...whatever you can think of, this is just for fun and i think most will enjoy...I'll start.

So me and my friend Haru were lost in the desert some years back, when we came upon an oasis...we thought at first that this was a mirage, until we saw dozens of beautiful women sitting close to a waterfall...Well it turns out it was all real,we drank and laughed all night. But if something seems too good to be true, it usually is. They drugged us, and the next morning we found ourselves robbed of everything we had, and our necks deep in sand, the unforgiving sun beaming down on our naked heads.
When all seemed lost, and we finally made up in our minds that the gods wanted us dead that day, a man and his camels came before us....He told us that he would save us, and on top of that give us untold power...but in return we would have to serve him. We agreed to his proposal...that was more than 3000 years ago. I have not seen the man or my friend in a century...all i know is that i remain a Jin, buried in sand.


See...it doesnt matter how corny your story is, or how well written...this is purely for fun since we are all suffering from an abundance of fillers. Write as much as you want! Be creative! Exercise that part of your brain and you won't regret...

Leave comments on others stories if you wish, but nothing negative!!
If you like the story give REP POINTS!!!!

[fruitcake]

right, i'm gonna give this a go....
apolgies for content/my skill/awfulness/ etc

once upon a time. long long ago
there lived a prince, whoes skin was white as snow
plae blue eyes and staw blond hair
stick thin limbs and a wispy air
when ever visitors did call in
he turned to them with a sickly grin
"if you could just turn out that light
it really is frightfully bright"
yes, the young prince was awfully frail
the computer made his skin so pale
the perill of the internet as all should know,
is it gives your skin a sickly glow
for anime had caught him on its hook
and he could find not another book
so he traweld sites, searched all over
trying his best with his lucky clover
alas it was to no avail,
all he ever did was fail
until his gaze at last did alight
upon the most glorious site
known as BN throught the land
a happier ending no one could have planned


..ok so it's not quite a story, but i'm bad at them
some one else join in, it's fun
sorry about spelling

[Sephiroth_OWA]

This is the background story that I'm working on for my own manga.

Chroniclers are beings who exist to collect stories. The purpose of their existence is not important; it would be like wondering of the purpose of mosquitoes. They simply exist and do the job they were designed for.
The problem the Chroniclers faced was that, they were the only sentient beings on their home world. Some Chroniclers suggested that they use their omnipotent-like powers to just create a new race and put them into an interesting situation. This idea was shunned, the reason being that there would be too much control over the story. The purpose of Chroniclers, many said, was to observe and take note, not to speculate and create. Keeping observation in mind the Chroniclers agreed scouring the cosmos for planets that held life forms that would be interesting to write about.
As can be understood, millions of worlds filled the prerequisite. This did not faze the Chroniclers, however. In fact they were overcome with joyful ecstasy at the thought of so many worlds with so many inhabitants who, must certainly, have wonderful lives to write about. They were in for quite a shock.
By randomly selecting worlds and narrative targets, many Chroniclers returned with stories that were extraordinarily… boring. Many had Titles like; “The Adventure of Kjiagd, Cleaner of the Poalahk Stables”, “Mechanic Yue Gewv and His Battle with the Dual Core Tans-Luminum Dfsa-9 Engine” and the Earth classic “Farmer John and the Momentous Making of the Bread”. There were some interesting stories, yes, but the tales of the “every-day life” dominated the population of the stories collected so far.
This wasn’t what the Chroniclers were expecting at all. Where were the heroes, the villains, the battles between light and dark? Didn’t these people want to leave anything behind to remember them by? What a horrible thought! Thus the second problem arose for the Chroniclers; “How are we going to find anyone interesting?”
The answer came from the Chronicler who would later become known as “The Smithy”. He suggested that the Chroniclers should create gateways between the interesting worlds and their own. The Gates would be able to be opened from both sides, that way the worlds’ populace would seek out the Chroniclers.

[lightfdar]

This a story for a manga/ game I really should finish. hope you like it
Dream Dream

It all started eons ago. When the universe was still young and under construction. The God of life and the embodiment of light had just finished himself and the universe and the alter being of God had finished his being and had already started making many corrupted alter universes of his own. The lord of Darkness was jealous of the beauty of the God of light and so the war begun and like many conflicts no one knows all the truths or when exactly it all started but this story will in some way help to explain just how messed up this war was and that all it takes is faith in ones self and his or her friend’s to persevere.
Let the story of this multiverse be told!
Ow yes were was I?
Yes I was about to explain to the lot of you how the conflict all started well too bad, not too much information is known of the war of all wars the Ragnarok of the beginning of all time. All I can tell you is that the God of all light lost some of his most trusted and powerful creations servants and friends. To really fully understand something that was before you is next to impossible. That is not to say I will not try to explain what is understood to have happened through many movements through time, but the story will base mainly around one average teenage boy who through faith in God of light, himself, and his friends also through perseverance succeeded in trotting many plans of darkness and helped to save many lost souls. This is the story of Sol the angel of light, darkness and fire now let the story be told.
Now its all started back in primary school for Sol in a time and place were fear was far and dreams seemed so real.
"Sol", said Sol's mom.
"Ya ahh….. Yes ma", said Sol.
"hurry hurry!! your going to be late for school! and why are you in those cloths hurry hurry. You smell like ash. What were you doing in bed!!", said Sol's mom. Sol's mom pulled him out of his bed and hurried him off to the shower like a wild stallion in a stampede through him into the shower like stale vegetables at a bad play and invigorated his spirits with nice crisp freezing morning water right out of the bathroom shower.
“AH AH!!”, screech Sol as the cold morning water cascaded off his small body.
“COME ON MOM!! This is co.ko.ko…… ASHEEW!! Cold!….. and wh why d..d..d…do I still have my cloths on”, said Sol in a frantic manner wondering if his mother could not have awaken him in a more normal manner like a normal mother would treat her son.
“You best hurry it’s a big day for you It’s your last semester in primary school after this it will be Junior high. MY ow my, my boy will soon be will be going to a top notch junior high school.”, Sol mom.
“But mom what does that have to do with me in the shower with my cloths on”, Sol.
“Well to go to a good school you need a perfect record, when your done here breakfast is ready downstairs. You best hurry unless you want me to wash you”, said Sol’s mom. She said it with one of those loving motherly smiles that would send shivers down the spine of the most harden criminal.
“YE YES MOTHER”, said Sol.
“Mother you know how much I hate being called mother its so unaffectionate, you know how much I love being called mommy” said Sol’s mom. Again she said it with one of those intimidating smiles.
:YE YES Mommy” said Sol. His mother then left him and proceeded down stairs. He let out a sai quickly washing himself for knowing his mother was never one to joke especially when smiling. He put on his uniform his white shirt black pants with black tailor shoes with black belt uniform. He hurried down stairs to the dinning area with his school bag, downed the mountain of food his mother prepared for him. Said by to his father and sister and reluctantly kiss his mother good bye which was a morning routine which of course he wiped from his face when she was not looking, and ran through the door to catch the school bus.
“SO has the boy awoken…. If only he knew what happen each time he goes to bed“ Said and old and wise voice

OK people maybe I finish this if you guys want me to

[greyfox1]

LIGHT...i like it bro keep writing...

They will make the light a liability, your shadow a curse.
Their lives are lived in darkness, and it's void is their hunting ground.
They are wolves, they are the birds...They are the scorpion on your collar, and the cobra at your feet.
NINJA*

[fruitcake]

finish it, finish it!
i'm liking it loads

[animeamateur93]

i'm bored so why not...

running. that's all that has ever helped, the only thing that has kept me sane. it was the one slight similarity i had with humans other than appearance. even running made me feel obsolete, but it was an escape and that's all i really need. the humans while they have good intentions can be exceedingly ignorant. their actions towards each other only reflect anger. when you have lived as long as i have you begin to see how self-destructive these people really are. no matter how much i hate them though i can't seem to keep away, they intrigue. i am still so confused at the benevolence of some them; the small kind actions, while insignificant, mean everything to them. i guess time not only brings knowledge, but also confusion. i wish i could get closer to truly understand them. no, that would be too much of a risk, i have already put myself in danger by living and going to school amongst them and goign any further would be suicide. living in utter secrecy in the only way to survival, something the humans know very well about. i still wonder how they have continued to live. if only i wasn't the only one, but the humans have vanquished even that hope. i guess if they're going down they have to take everything and everyone else with them.

well that was it, i'm thinking of doing a story similar to that for my english assignment only a lot longer
hope you enjoyed
even though it was kind of choppy, i didn't want to make it too long

[fruitcake]

ok, actuall story this time,
it's the opening of a manga i'm trying to write,


John‘s father called him down stairs, took him to the top of the stairs to the basement. Even though he was now 14 (almost a man, in his eyes) a childish excitement was jumping in his chest. Ever since he could remember the basement had been forbidden. The subject of many fantastic and adventurous dreams, although he had reasoned to himself by now that it couldn’t possibly be anything like what his young imagination had provided as a reason for the secretive nature of his fathers underground layer. But now, standing beside his father at the top of the stairs, with the key to the door in his hand, he couldn’t help but feel, that all of his dreams even the wildest and most outlandish must be true.
John’s father had been acting very odd in the days leading up to this, he had scuttled about digging up all sorts of bits and pieces from Johns early childhood, toys, games and books. A few days ago he had excitedly pulled out a storybook from it’s hiding place on a shelf, it had been Johns favourite as a child, full of lost warriors in strange lands, glorious creatures, demons, monsters and fairies, not the fairs the other children had in their films, old fairies the kind where you locked the door and prayed they didn’t come near, the true fair folks.
His father had a funny expression then, and he was wearing it now too. At fist glance he looked almost as if he was controlling his anger, holding it behind a plain mask, when you looked closer it became apparent his eyes were dancing with light, an exuberance that was at once fascinating and very frightening to watch. They seemed to shine from somewhere several feet behind his head.
“Go on,” his father whispered in a hoarse yet commanding voice “open it”.
So john did, his hand trembling he slotted the key into the lock and turned, it was satisfyingly stiff and resisted only slightly before unlocking with a loud click, shattering the silence of the father and son holding their breath, gazing at the plain, unremarkable door.
Johns father strode past him into the darkness, “come on, we don’t need lights, remember to be quiet” he could hear an authority in his fathers voice that he’d never heard before, and before he new it, John had followed his fathers footsteps into the gloom.



theres a lot more to it, it's eventually about human identity/respect/moralilty and stuff, but i did this quite quickly, i'd probably do this in the first 3 pages acording to my pan, but that might change depend how much background i want at the start/flash backs
and i think johns dad deserves a name, so i'd apreciate any sugestions, even if it wouldn't be used much in the rest of it

thanx for taking the time to read this =D

[kandi-san]

This is actually the beginning of my book I am writing please tell me if it needs work....

Death Is Only The Beginning

Prologue
It was snowing just another winter night, so some would have believed. This night was different darker, colder, and the glowing moon had no effect as it poked through the clouds. It was a night that had people lock their doors attempting to keep the cold out. The night had a suffocating feeling the younger people didn’t know about, but the older generation know the feeling was of ominous death that lurked around the corners no matter where you were. Everybody was out of the streets all but one orphaned teenager whom just turned seventeen. She walked all alone tucked deep within a light winter coat to attempt to escape some of the winter’s chill. Her long thick auburn hair blew violently in the strong breeze, and her usually creamy skin was deathly pale from the severe cold.
She rushed forward trying to make it home before it got any colder and the snow any heavier. The coldest part of the night was creeping up on her making her anxious. Quickening her pace she practically ran as she looked around the dark streets not a light was on in any of the houses. She was all alone and she knew it, and if anything happened to her she would die alone.
“Ariel…” she turned at her name, but only to have the night stare back at her. “Ariel.”
“W-who is there?” Ariel asked as she took a step in the direction of her name. “Hello?” She began to shiver as her coat blew open.
She was scared he could smell it running through her veins the fear was intoxicating, and yet she still followed his voice.
“Hello?!” Ariel shouted down the alley as she took her first step within the mouth of it. “W-who’s there?” Her teeth began to chatter from the strong icy wind. She looked down as she tried to not trip on the ice that covered the brick alleyway. She looked up to see a tall slender man staring down at her. His bronze hair hung neatly to his shoulders around his expensive red silk suit. Taking a deep breath she stepped back from the mysterious man nervously. He was beautiful like nobody she had ever seen in her life and that thought scared her. His smile was gentle one of concern she noticed as she continued to back away.
“W-what do you want? I have not seen you in this town before and you are dressed far too richly to be from here.” Fear spiked again as she continued to back away.
He smiled, “I don’t want much, my dear. No, I am not from here, but far from it.” He walked towards her with long strides. “Why are you frightened I am only a lost traveler I only need help.” He paused to close the distance between them. “From a beautiful young lady. Seventeen?” He asked pushing her long wavy hair from her neck. She flinched away from his touch automatically replaying the many times she had been hit. It caused her to be afraid of some men because foster care had been hell. He took his hand away from her skin only to grab her and spin her around pining her to his body. How did they get back into the alley? She wasn’t sure but she began to panic as she pushed out of his grip to run as fast as she could home.
She stumbled tripping and sliding on the ice covered sidewalk. Her hands went in front of her as she hit the pavement of an abandoned warehouse parking lot. She got up ignoring the pain the shot up her arm when she tried to break her fall. She ran trying to escape the ominous of death that surrounded her. She was so scared as she ran and ran. Her lungs began to burn and she began to slow down and she slipped once again. She got up slowly looking down at her frozen red hands. She started to run again looking back ever so often not paying attention to anything else. Ariel glanced back once more to realized he hadn’t followed her, breathing a sigh of relief she slowed. When she turned the corner into an alley that was a short cut to her new home then she was staring up at him.
Ariel wanted to scream, but the air was caught in her throat, “w-who are you?” Tears stung her eyes as she noticed another man had joined him. This man had unruly black hair that went in spikes everywhere, his skin was mostly covered in icy blue tattoos, and his dark forest green eyes were cold and calculating on her face. She was frightened to the very core of her soul for she knew something was going to happen on this cold winter’s night. Her birthday had just past and she was going to die at the age of seventeen.
“W-what do you want? I have not any money if that is what you wish.” Ariel sobbed backing into the walk of the alley.
“I do not wish for money, but something much sweeter, my dear.” The man gripped her shoulder gently.
“Can I at least know your name?” She asked as he brushed her hair away from her neck once again in the same tender motion. He ran a finger down the pulsing vein in her neck.
“Why not, it is Erebus, my dear. That is Sinis.” He waved a hand in the other man’s direction. When he turned back to her his eyes were a deep crimson and his fangs showed. Maybe he was doing her a favor by ending it early taking her suffering life way in one quick motion. She locked eyes with Sinis just as Erebus’s fangs punctured her neck and the blood rushed from her body.
“Erebus wait!” Sinis shouted but it was to late he was already drinking from her, her life’s blood leaving her pale face. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she gasped from the bite and the sound of her blood leaving her body. Ariel gagged as he continued to drink from her and all her painful memories played themselves over and over again blocking the pain she was feeling now. He was doing her a favor taking her out of this cruel world. She began to get dizzy and she started to slide down the wall and he followed her until she was laying on the cool ground of the alley. He pulled back quickly blood dripping down his pale chin as he stared down at her.
He bit his wrist blood dripping to the ground splattering on the alley road.
“What are you doing, Erebus?” Sinis asked watching as he put his bleeding wrist in Ariel’s mouth. She looked unconscious but she drank for her life from Erebus’s arm.
“What does it look like Sinis?” He panted as she continued to drink from him. “I am… changing her…”
Ariel let go suddenly as she screamed her body felt like it was on fire everything burned the bone, skin, and it felt like the muscles were searing. Erebus picked her up and handed her to Sinis, “take her home.” He said as he began to walk away.
‘Where are you going?” He asked holding a screaming Ariel in his arms as he opened a portal to lead to their world.
“I will be along I am still hungry.” Erebus walked down the alley blending into the darkest part of the night.
Sinis walked into the bustling streets of Altaria, the pirate port, as she screamed. Her screams were drowned out by the drunken shouts of angry gamblers and pirates. Here it was warm in the middle of summer the warm breeze blowing lightly. He quickly carried her to Louis’s villa on the outskirts of the city within the Woodland forest. Her blood boiled as Erebus’s blood rushed through her veins.

Is it okay i know some of it is a cliche but....I changed...my mind don't tell me....