Finally!

Now that summer has started and I got back from my trip I have some good ideas for writing and will write tomorrow. (actually I already updated but haven't posted it yet, sorry). Stockholm (I think?) and xxxCynthxxx (again I think, I once did a gothic quiz that involved a name like that) email me if you wish to join. Good job everyone!

Whispers of Voice

I'm back at writing!!!! Yay!!!

Howard flinched back in his seat, along with the rest of his work-mates. Their employer was yelling at them. He might not be the biggest, toughest guy, but he was a scary man. He had body guards that were huge, and was very tecnologicly smart. He would corrput everything they owned if he felt like it. So far they had only caught one spy, and he had kept other spy information secret, so they had killed him. The plan said they should have atleast caught 10 spies and gotten information on atleast 5 more. This had made their employer angry. After he finished, Howard and his work-mates got up, and started working harder than ever. The whole building looked like a kicked ant nest, with everyone running around and rushing into different rooms and talking to different people. It was utter chaos. The employer smiled. Utter chaos was what he liked.

Isaac vs. Mason story, Isaac wrote this. Howard Windstorm Story

Summer was yesterday; what's today?

The view is fine from here. I can look down across the world and see everything.

For instance, I can see you.

More Rhoemmaiynsce Story

Moving along at a snail's pace... I'm going to get back to Storm and Fire, too. Battle of Ellensburg, remember? Right, that'll be up in a few days. As soon as summer comes I can write as much as I want! YAY! We now regret to be pleased to present our highly feature presentable presentation, which is present right now in the present, our present to you. And now without further "present"s, we give you... A RHOEMMAIYNSCE STORY!

Gene looked at his surroundings and concluded he was in a hospital. Some nurses were walking around, crashing into walls and falling out of windows. No, wait, they weren’t; he realized he must have been drugged with some medicine. That or it wasn’t only the falling person who knocked him unconscious.

He asked one of the nurses walking into a wall, “Where exactly am I? How long have I been here? Where is she?”

The nurse stopped walking into the wall and floated three feet upward. “You’re in the First Olympia Hospital and have been unconscious for the past day. We’re glad to see you awake; you had looked like you suffered a severe concussion. Do you notice anything abnormal?” the nurse said, seeming relieved.

“Well, you look like you’re floating three feet in the air and most of the other nurses are crashing into walls, but besides that, nothing much,” Gene replied. “What happened to that woman?” Gene asked in a worried tone.

“She’s still unconscious. She’s in a worse condition than you. What exactly happened? You both were found lying on the ground unconscious and that woman had a severe concussion. Do you remember?” The nurse asked, concerned.

“I saw her falling out of the building,” Gene said, trying to recall which one, still groggy. “I think it was that WI one. I thought she must have fallen out of a window and I tried to catch her. Where is she? I want to see her!”

“Are you worried about her? Don’t worry; we should be able to treat her. You need your rest, though.”

“But I want to see her!” he cried.

The nurse sighed. “You can’t even walk. You have too many broken bones. You’d need a wheelchair—”

“Then get me a wheelchair!” Gene yelled.

The nurse just sighed again and got him one. “She’s in room 101. Do be careful, we don’t want you hurt again.”

Gene rolled away. He was worried about this person and about what had happened. Though he had only looked at her for an instant, he cared about her. If he could do anything to help, he wanted to, even if it was only trivial.

Weird Fantasy-ish Story

Tim stared across the icy lake before him. His breath condensed in the air in front of him like fog. The ripples of the lake splashed against his feet, blown by the cold northern wind. It looked nearly calm on the lake, besides the splash of a fish jumping every few minutes. The lake was a deep blue; the light of the pale sun in the south never reached its depths. It was fringed by towering mountains, white with massive glaciers, from which streams trickled down into the lake. The roaring of the great waterfall at the other end of the lake could be heard by Tim, miles away from it. Rumors said it had been created with ancient technology long forgotten. Tim only cared of the peace of the present, though.

Tim was 14 years old, and lived in a village along the shores of the Lagaz Lake. His father was a fisherman, as most of the people in the town were. The houses where made of large timbers, crisscrossing to make an “A” shape, a sideways triangular prism, known for its ability to prevent damage by snow and for its stability. Tim lived in a large one of these with his extended family, who were very fond of Tim and often took him on fishing trips on the lake. All of the houses were painted bright colors of red and orange and yellow, and lime green and sky blue because of the long winter with little sunlight that needed some brightening to life. Tim’s was no exception, painted a very bright red from the rauthaz berries that grew around the town, no good for eating but made a very nice red pigment.

Though Tim loved his town very much, and was becoming quite good at fishing, he always wondered what was outside of the giant mountains that surrounded him, what was below his high plateau, what was at the other end of the lake, what was at the base of the waterfall. Inquiries like these only got him strange looks from his family and from his neighbors. They sought normal lives, not caring for surprises or excitement. Fishing was their life, and they liked it.

Ever since he was at the young age of six, Tim had wished to visit the Stapulaz Brugaz, the capital and heart of the North Kingdom which encompassed all the land from his own lake to the mountains in the far west, and ruled over by the North King. It was the center of commerce of the region and one of the largest cities in the north frontier of the continent. His family was always either too busy or the ground was too snowy to make the trip, even for the short distance it was. The few people in the village that had been remarked that it was a wonderful place, of a very different flavor than the little town-on-the-lake they lived in. Tim had repeatedly tried to convince his parents but failed every time. He decided that 8 years of waiting was enough, and he would have to make the trip himself if he had to.

Starting in spring, Tim caught a surplus of fish that he thought he would need on his journey. He looked at what maps he could find, plotting his route and checking the distance. He gathered his supplies slowly and stored them in secret, in case if his parents did not want him to go he could go without their permission. At last he mustered his courage and asked his parents.

“I don’t know about this trip, Tim,” his mother said worriedly. “It’s a mighty far journey, and dangerous too, I might add.”

“Tim, my lad, we have uses for you here. We had a fishing trip planned, and you were going to go!” his father said.

“I’m sorry, then. But I’ve wanted to go for eight years, and I’m fourteen. I caught enough fish to make the trip and back easily, and enough that I would have only caught that many in my absence as well. Please, may I go?”

“Well, first of all, Tim,” his father asked, “why do you even want to go? It’s a large city with not much to do. There are thieves and hooligans, the sort that we keep you away from.”

“I want to go because it is a big city. I want to see what it is like, what those tax collectors have been doing with the fish they take, where the merchants come from. The stories Robin tell about it…”

“Oh, come now Tim,” his mother exclaimed, “Robin will tell you anything after he’s had a few bottles of beer!”

“You may go Tim, if your mother is fine with it,” his father said, “You are old enough. Just use common sense and return here before two months have passed.”

“Well, mother?” Tim inquired.

Tim’s mother wrung her hands and looked at Tim with a worried look. At last she said, “Oh, alright. Just get back here soon enough! I’ll be dreadfully worried about you.”

“Don’t worry mother, I will,” Tim said, although he was almost positive his mother would worry anyway, no matter what he said, but it was the only thing he really could say. He hoped his mother wasn’t too worried about him; her health was not doing as well as it had been.

He gathered his supplies from his hiding-spot and called, “Good-bye, mother and father! I’ll miss you. I promise you, I’ll be back before two months are up!” He waved at them with a smile, and at last they smiled back at him. The rest of his extended family poured out of the house having either been told by Tim himself or heard from someone else that Tim was leaving, and waved away at him too. He loved his family more than anything, and would miss them during the trip.

Some Romance

Silvia wanted me to do this.  This is only the first part of it.  If you think this opening part is a bit depressing, well, Silvia told me to do it.  It was her idea.  Anyway, here's the story!  See what you think!

“I’m just going to jump,” Hanna reassured herself, “And then it will be over.  Little pain.”  I can do it.  I’m not a coward!”

Then she jumped off the edge of the Windstorm Industries Department of Spaceflight.  It was a much more complicated thing to do on Mars than on Earth.  On Earth, it’s fall a few seconds, and splat! You’re gone.  On Mars, it’s fall for nearly a minute, and hope you get going fast enough in the one third of Earth gravity to die, or else you’re going to be in a lot of pain.  A whole lot of pain.  And for a while after everyone will watch over you and your family will think you’re crazy and they’ll tell you they love you, even if they don’t.

Hanna had made sure none of that happened.  It was 1:00 at night, and few people where around to see her fall.  She was on the tallest building in Olympia, the capital of the Masonic territory and the highest city on Mars.  She was at the top of the world; it was more than enough falling space to die.  She thought about it one last time and jumped.

 

Gene was taking his normal night walk through the city.  It had been an excruciatingly normal day for him with nothing different happening.  Just go in, go out, nothing has changed except now it’s dark, he thought.  He had been suffering from mild depression for years and had been taking medication to somewhat cure it.  Somewhat.  It hadn’t helped much.

However much he felt down and like there was no hope; he always looked up to the city’s founder, Mason.  The famous founder had suffered from clinical depression for much of his life, but had still helped in the terraforming and settlement of Mars.  Many of his ideas had resulted from his rather interesting view on life.  So Gene figured his lucky day would come soon enough.

He was walking past a WI building when he saw some dark object falling from the building.  He figured it was just something that had fallen out a window and easily replaceable until he saw it was had a humanoid shape.  He rushed toward it and saw a young woman, probably only 20 to 25, falling out of the sky toward him.  Thinking it had to be some employee that was recently hired and therefore did not know her way around to the degree she did not know where the floor ended and open space began, he tried to catch her.

What Gene did not anticipate is that if someone has been falling for a long time and they weigh quite a bit over 100 pounds, they are not easy to catch.  He felt a hard jolt of pain rush through him, fell to the ground, and the last thing he saw was the started face of whoever he had partially caught.  The next thing he knew he was in a hospital.

Globalism Story

Once there was a peaceful town in the middle of Algeranzania.  It was in a lush valley and most of the villagers were farmers who had never gone more a few miles outside the town.  Everyone knew each other and everyone was friends.  They had feasts celebrating harvests and birthdays and the start of spring and everything.  A few people died of disease, but they were mostly old and had lived good, full lives.

There was a boy named Fred.  He was friends with many of the other children and they played in the forests and fields around the town.  His best friend was Mark, who's grandparents always had interesting stories to tell because they had came from another town that was 50 miles away.  Fred and Mark had spent some days listening to the stories they had to tell and asking questions.  Fred was interested in farming and often helped his parents with the work.

Then some people came in on a truck with a picture of shell on it.  They said they were from Shell Oil and were going to pay the townspeople to drill oil.  Some other companies said they wanted to build factories there.  Fred thought it all sounded very interesting and exciting.  The people in the town decided to throw a feast.

A few days later, Shell started drilling.  It was not like anything they had ever expected.  Shell was drilling in farms and tearing things up to put in large tunnels made of metal.  Fred nearly fainted when he saw his parent's farm ripped up, and tried to get them to stop, but the workers just shooed him off.

It seemed Fred wasn't the only one.  The villagers organized protests against the Shell.  The oil company used brute force and harsh crowd control tactics against them and got the government to execute the leaders of the protests.  Fred hadn't heard about this "government," and most of the other villagers also hadn't, but what right did they have to go around killing people?  Many of them had children that were friends of Fred!

Other companies started building factories to support the oil company's drilling.  Fred's parents, lacking any other source of income, decided to work there.  From what they told Fred, it was horrible work in awful conditions, and the amount they were paid per day, 20 Algeranzanian cents, didn't seem like much.  Large businesses began shipping in food in packages, nothing like the fresh food they had grown.  But these businesses could make it cheap since they also used cheap labor.  The price of a day's food seemed to be around 20 cents, though, so there was really no choice except to keep working.

When Fred turned 14, his parents gave him a tough choice: he could either work at the factory with them, because they could no longer feed him, or he would have to leave and deal with problems on his own.  Fred thought it was an exciting change to go off on his own, so he did.  Since the drilling began, the companies had been saying things like, "Now you have more money!  You were in poverty before," and "The life expectancy has gone up, as well as education!  The quality of life must be going up!"

But Fred begged to differ.  His life hadn't improved.  Nonetheless, this had rubbed of on several people, who thought this "capitalism" was a good idea and they joined the Republican Party of Algeranzania.  Fred, against this, joined the Popular Socialist Party of Algeranzania.

TO BE CONTINUED

"Me"'s Geology Story

I'll take this down when he gets mad at me and threatens to kill me.  I like this because of the way it makes fun of the gods trying to get the other things out of paradise.

Once upon a time, in a universe perpendicular to our own, there was a system of stars and a paradise. In that paradise, there were three races of beings, the gods, the purple monkeys, and the magic turtles. The gods, considering themselves better beings, decided to expel the monkeys and the turtles out of the paradise. The monkeys and turtles refused, so the gods decided to create a new world for the others. They called it “Earth”. Unfortunately, this earth was filled with molten rock known as lava. It came out of the only solid things, big mountains with craters in the top, called volcanoes. The turtles, being able to swim and magical, dove into the volcanoes and discovered the molten rock to be even hotter. They called this molten rock in the Earth, magma.  They realized the volcanoes were “vents” or holes in the surface, or crust, and that they appeared in a specific pattern. They found some solid rock under the surface, in a layer of thick rock they called the mantle, and that some of the rock was going under other, creating more magma. They called this “subduction”. They called these giant rocks,tectonic plates.

            The monkeys were discovering that the lava was cooling and that they were able to walk on it. In fact, some was forming water! They decided to pry some rock off and use it as a boat. It was pumice so they sailed the oceans, and realized that the oceans were taking them in a pattern, going north, were it was cold and the boat seemed to go down further, then south where it was warm and the boat seemed to be out of the water more. They called this a convection current. Back on land, they felt tremors in the earth. These quakes were destroying the buildings they had. They called themearthquakes. One monkey, named Elvis Richter, decided to create a scale of measuring these quakes. He decided this when he saw the seismograph readings of a very large earthquake and wondered if he could make sense for the rest of his kind. He decided that there would be ten numbers, each step was thirty-two times the previous. It became known as the Richter Scale. Another monkey found a way to locate the surface point of the earthquake, also known as the epicenter. The lead scientist of the monkeys discovered that the first shock, the vertical jolt, came before the others. The name of that monkey was Doctor Fritz Paulson, so society called these waves P-waves in her honor. She also designed the method of earthquake-proofing the buildings. Her method was very good in making the buildings more resistant to the earthquakes.

            The turtles, meanwhile, had explored the mantle and eventually went so far down to the liquidcore. At first, they thought it was only liquid, but they found a solid section in the middle of the liquid. They called the solid part the inner core, and the liquid part they named the outer core. At one point, a turtle named John Geyser was swimming in an underground river when, all of a sudden, he was flung into the air above his home in the mid-ocean ridge, a length of mountains under the ocean. He went back down the hole to tell his friends, and they, in turn, told the entire turtle population. They named the spout of hot water “geysers” in John’s honor.

            Occasionally, the turtles and monkeys would meet at the sacred volcano, where the turtles first disappeared, to discuss the new topic of geology, the study of this new earth. At one point, a turtle stormed off because the monkeys wouldn’t believe his theory of continental drift when he fell into a pool of hot water. This water was, he found out, hot from the volcano’s rocks that slid down from apyroclastic flow. The ash from the flow had superheated the rocks making them hot.

Now the meetings at the sacred volcano are about going back to the paradise, but the earth exploded and got flung into another universe, our own universe where it became dust that reformed into the world we know today. The monkeys and turtles were flung separate ways, into different universes. Maybe we’ll hear of them again, maybe not.

Everyone start writing again!

I am restarting Eternal Feather, hear is what I wrote so far. Notice it changes into a happier comedy/ romance at the moment.

Moving into a town he had left as a child Hirono felt a kind of sadness wash over him. He had lived here with his parents before they moved away, leaving him, in their selfish pursuits after money and fun. Hirono had also left for four years, trying to run away from his past. He was different, the boy inside of him that had cried as his parents had left, he had become colder now. School started tomorrow, but he did not care, it was full of unnecessary things for an aloof dreamer. He would just sit on the hill he had played on as a little boy that looked over the town and ocean and just read. He did not want to cause others pain, the only message pounded into him from his parents. It was getting dark and he had done little in unpacking, so Hirono wandered over to the couch and fell asleep.
“You Idiot!” was the sound that aroused Hirono from his sleep, followed quickly by a blow to the back. “Ow, ow, ow, ow.” Hirono said as he tumbled off the couch and onto the floor. Looking up he saw a blurry outline of a girl’s face. Trying to focus more clearly the girl reached down to help him up. “A new record for sleeping in Hirono.” “Miyako!?” “Yep” “What the heck are you doing in my house?” “Just visiting an old friend from junior high to say hello? What is wrong with that?” “First of all that was breaking and entering, how did you get in anyways?” “I told the apartment owner that I was your sister, and I had lost my key. “Well next time please from kicking me in the back to wake me up.” “No can do.” “Why not?” “Because if I didn’t you would sleep her all day, and you can catch a cold sleeping wherever you get want.” “Fine, but next time please be gentler.” “Only if you wake up quicker” and with a smile she went into the kitchen. Hirono got up and began rummaging through the boxes in search of fresh clothes.
The warm water washed over Hirono’s body as he turned the shower. He spent a couple of minutes in and then pulled back the curtain, letting a wash of steam roll out into the bathroom. Wrapping a towel around his waste, Hirono opened the door and started for the bedroom, where he had set the clothes he was going to where that day. As he walked down the hall and turned the corner, Hirono ran strait into Miyako. “Ouch, Hirono watch where you’re going, eh!?” “Miyako, what’s wrong your face is all red, are you sick? Maybe you should lie down.” “I would be fine it you didn’t what around the house in just your towel! Idiot!”
After Hirono had changed he went to the kitchen, where Miyako was preparing breakfast. “Hey Miyako, w-what’s that?” “Breakfast, why?” “You do know that raw eggs can contain salmonella, right?” “Why do you ask?” “Because you are not supposed to serve this to people!” “Sorry.” “Let’s just get to school” “Wont you be hungry Hirono?” “Better hungry then sick” “Geez, your so mean.”