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Re: The stories of many.
« Reply #15 on: February 08, 2018, 08:36:34 PM »
yeah just dont be lazy
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Re: The stories of many.
« Reply #16 on: February 08, 2018, 08:49:26 PM »
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The Blink

I pushed myself up, as I smashed my hand against the alarm clock while yawning, I placed my slippers as I got off my bed, moving slowly towards the bathroom, after getting out of my room of course. I glanced at my grandfather as I walked towards the bathoom, He was training martial arts, using a variety of maneuvers on a dummy. After finishing my business in the bathroom, I went back into my room and put on my regular clothing as I heard my grandfather sigh from a distance, clearly exhausted.
After having a nice and warm meal I went into the training room with my grandfather, we painted some runes onto our palms with what seemed to me was Ink. Soon after doing so we began sparing, improving our martial arts. After finishing the spar, in which I won of course, I heard a knocking sound coming from the entrance door of our house. As always grandpa escorted me to my room, locking my door afterwords. As usual I hear two men enter the house, shouting, I lean onto my door trying to hear what they are saying but fail miserably.

 After a while of shouting I hear a strange noise, a noise that indicated that someone was struggling.. No, it was the sound of someone choking! I realized as I focused my chi into a single strike, I performed a thunder kick onto my bedroom door which made it fall down. I rushed to the room my grandfather was in. I widened my eyes, shaking in shock as I saw my grandfather being choked by a pale individual, while another pale man was speaking to my grandfather in a cold and condescending voice...
"What the hell are you doing?!"

I shouted with all my strength at the two men, the one that was speaking to my grandfather smirked at me as he said: "O-ho-ho! You didn't tell us you had a grandson Mason, but hey we ain't the bad guys here kiddo, your grandpa here has been a BAD BOY! I widened my eyes still in shock, being only able to speak a bit as the man's dominant voice was consuming the room, after two seconds of silence the man who was now speaking to me snapped his fingers, and the pale individual choking my grandfather threw him down at my feet, letting him slide against the floor. I rushed to my grandfather's side and helped him get up, but he was immediately knocked back down by the pale man which said: "Listen Mason, you either give us money, or you give us something worth money, or I can take your grandson instead." I finally calmed down a bit after seeing my grandfather not being choked anymore, hope was restored in me, hope to survive this terrifying experience.. My grandfather told them that he has a enchanted silver blade in the storage room.

 Seemingly excited the pale man that spoke rushed to our storage room, until he found the sword, walking out with a smirk on his face as he took the blade out of the scabbard, gazing at its shinning silver blade, then suddenly I saw my grandfather in a focusing position and stance, and then the sword's blade suddenly caught on fire. The dominant pale individual tossed the knife into the air with panic, as I blinked, I saw my grandfather in the air catching the sword by the handle, as he dropped down he managed to thrust his blade through one of the pale men's skin like paper. I remember the fear in the eyes of the man who was penetrated by the silver blade, he stood there in disbelief as the sword once again caught on fire, and turned him into nothing but ashes.

The remaining pale man leaped back with abnormal speed, he moved like, something I have never before seen, I simply cannot describe it with words, other then a blurred image  going around the room. "You motherfucker!" the man shouted, as he hissed at my grandfather with fangs, I suspected it was a vampire, but I never thought these unholy shits would dare to come in my grandfather's house. I blinked once more, and saw my grandfather now standing beside me, holding his sword with a silver blade firmly, as he shouted at the pale man, saying: "Come!" The pale man grinned, as a red aura starting to go through his skin, even from a distance of an medium sized room, I could feel his power coming from him, it was something I have never before felt, but I wasn't afraid, because grandpa was standing next to me, of course I was cautious, but this was no time to simply stand there and hope everything's gonna be okay, I needed to help.

My grandfather and the pale individual ran at each other, the pale individual was using his fists, while my grandfather used the sword of course, once they got close to each other a clenched fist was already at my grandfathers face, only inches away, but then I blinked once again and saw my grandfather now above the man, in the air in fact, seeing him drop down onto the pale individual thrusting his back with the sword which once again caught the blade on fire and turned the man into nothing but mere ashes. After the men were nothing more but ashes, Grandfather told me to pack my belongings and that we must go. After a day of running, we managed to escape from our little town, and got inside a forest with the "Danger, Wolves Ahead!" sign. The tree's in that forest were quite tall, and after traveling a couple of hours in it, I thought we were lost, but the confidence in my grandfather's face told me that everything was going to be okay. After some time we found a shack in the forest, we decided to spend a night in it, as it was already midnight and it was incredibly cold.

The wind blew hard as grandfather opened the shacks door, which we then entered. Nobody was inside of the shack, there was an old bed a small wooden chair, and a window, that was it. My grandfather allowed me to sleep on the bed, while he decided to remain on the chair. During that night I was too confused, excited and scared to fall asleep, I was basically rolling in the bed constantly. I decided to hop off the bed and go to the shack's window, gazing outside as the moonlight shined at me, I smiled for a second, until I noticed a red dot being aimed at my forehead, I widened my eyes as I saw a flash in the distance, I immediately ducked down and a silenced shot was heard as it pierced the window, which made my grandfather wake up. I rushed to his side as grandfather said: "Come here" with a sharp voice, I kept my body lowered as I hoped everything was going to be okay. Only one fire was shot, it was silence then, my grandfather took this chance to get prepared and such, a cold wind opened the door blowing furiously at us, but my grandfather stood tall as two men wearing masks and black suits appeared outside of the little shack. "If death is what you seek, you've come to the right place." My grandfather said, as he aimed the enchanted sword at them.

One of the two men chuckled which led us to hearing a strangle howl coming from the distance. The two men looked spooked so to speak after the howl was done, as I blinked the two men were no longer outside the shack. But an abnormally large wolf was alongside a few other normal wolves, who then spoke: "Normally we don't give warnings to uninvited guests who enter the sacred lands, but considering you were escaping from the Wyrm's agents, I'll give you only one warning, get the fuck out." The wolf spoke, perfectly in English, it was amazing but frightening at the same time, which led to my grandfather saying: "Thank you." as he packed our belongings and we once again moved out of the shack, happy to be alive, upon exiting the said shack we saw the two masked men in suits being dragged out of the forest, towards the exit of it.


My Emotion

"I'll be home soon!" I shouted, as I left my house closing the door lightly, I ran down my street was I looked around, not interested in anything other then getting to my local store. Few minutes went by, and I finally got to my destination, a man holding a cigar was standing in front of the store, smoking as the rain dropped down around him and onto his black umbrella. I got into the store, only to hear a fade whisper get sent into my ear, "Be careful kid." I widened my eyes, as I tilted my head towards the man as I entered the store, I was greeted by the lady working there, she was pale as usual, with a faint smile on her face, I greeted her back, as I did all my shopping, and left the store afterwords, the man was gone by then. I returned to my house with no distractions, I placed the groceries onto the kitchen table, and went to sleep.
The next day, I woke up feeling nauseous, I ran to my bathroom and threw up, I smelled rotten corpse, It was disgusting, something I never experienced in my life, yet I somehow knew what that smell was. After finishing my work in the bathroom, I said hello to my family and had lunch, I greeted my pale sister, my father and my pale mother, who for some reason never really left the house during day, anyway I told them what happened, but they just told me its nothing to worry about, my father seemed anxious as always, doing his work at his desk, I didn't pay much attention to it. Night came, and I was extremely tired, my father came to my room to tuck me, during so I asked him, "Why are mom and sis' always pale, dad?" "Don't worry son, its all gonna be alright, go to sleep now." He said, as he finished tucking me in, he exited my room with a faint smile on his face, closing the door as the cold wind ventured into my room. 
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Re: The stories of many.
« Reply #17 on: February 08, 2018, 08:56:13 PM »
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The Blink

I pushed myself up, as I smashed my hand against the alarm clock while yawning, I placed my slippers as I got off my bed, moving slowly towards the bathroom, after getting out of my room of course. I glanced at my grandfather as I walked towards the bathoom, He was training martial arts, using a variety of maneuvers on a dummy. After finishing my business in the bathroom, I went back into my room and put on my regular clothing as I heard my grandfather sigh from a distance, clearly exhausted.
After having a nice and warm meal I went into the training room with my grandfather, we painted some runes onto our palms with what seemed to me was Ink. Soon after doing so we began sparing, improving our martial arts. After finishing the spar, in which I won of course, I heard a knocking sound coming from the entrance door of our house. As always grandpa escorted me to my room, locking my door afterwords. As usual I hear two men enter the house, shouting, I lean onto my door trying to hear what they are saying but fail miserably.

 After a while of shouting I hear a strange noise, a noise that indicated that someone was struggling.. No, it was the sound of someone choking! I realized as I focused my chi into a single strike, I performed a thunder kick onto my bedroom door which made it fall down. I rushed to the room my grandfather was in. I widened my eyes, shaking in shock as I saw my grandfather being choked by a pale individual, while another pale man was speaking to my grandfather in a cold and condescending voice...
"What the hell are you doing?!"

I shouted with all my strength at the two men, the one that was speaking to my grandfather smirked at me as he said: "O-ho-ho! You didn't tell us you had a grandson Mason, but hey we ain't the bad guys here kiddo, your grandpa here has been a BAD BOY! I widened my eyes still in shock, being only able to speak a bit as the man's dominant voice was consuming the room, after two seconds of silence the man who was now speaking to me snapped his fingers, and the pale individual choking my grandfather threw him down at my feet, letting him slide against the floor. I rushed to my grandfather's side and helped him get up, but he was immediately knocked back down by the pale man which said: "Listen Mason, you either give us money, or you give us something worth money, or I can take your grandson instead." I finally calmed down a bit after seeing my grandfather not being choked anymore, hope was restored in me, hope to survive this terrifying experience.. My grandfather told them that he has a enchanted silver blade in the storage room.

 Seemingly excited the pale man that spoke rushed to our storage room, until he found the sword, walking out with a smirk on his face as he took the blade out of the scabbard, gazing at its shinning silver blade, then suddenly I saw my grandfather in a focusing position and stance, and then the sword's blade suddenly caught on fire. The dominant pale individual tossed the knife into the air with panic, as I blinked, I saw my grandfather in the air catching the sword by the handle, as he dropped down he managed to thrust his blade through one of the pale men's skin like paper. I remember the fear in the eyes of the man who was penetrated by the silver blade, he stood there in disbelief as the sword once again caught on fire, and turned him into nothing but ashes.

The remaining pale man leaped back with abnormal speed, he moved like, something I have never before seen, I simply cannot describe it with words, other then a blurred image  going around the room. "You motherfucker!" the man shouted, as he hissed at my grandfather with fangs, I suspected it was a vampire, but I never thought these unholy shits would dare to come in my grandfather's house. I blinked once more, and saw my grandfather now standing beside me, holding his sword with a silver blade firmly, as he shouted at the pale man, saying: "Come!" The pale man grinned, as a red aura starting to go through his skin, even from a distance of an medium sized room, I could feel his power coming from him, it was something I have never before felt, but I wasn't afraid, because grandpa was standing next to me, of course I was cautious, but this was no time to simply stand there and hope everything's gonna be okay, I needed to help.

My grandfather and the pale individual ran at each other, the pale individual was using his fists, while my grandfather used the sword of course, once they got close to each other a clenched fist was already at my grandfathers face, only inches away, but then I blinked once again and saw my grandfather now above the man, in the air in fact, seeing him drop down onto the pale individual thrusting his back with the sword which once again caught the blade on fire and turned the man into nothing but mere ashes. After the men were nothing more but ashes, Grandfather told me to pack my belongings and that we must go. After a day of running, we managed to escape from our little town, and got inside a forest with the "Danger, Wolves Ahead!" sign. The tree's in that forest were quite tall, and after traveling a couple of hours in it, I thought we were lost, but the confidence in my grandfather's face told me that everything was going to be okay. After some time we found a shack in the forest, we decided to spend a night in it, as it was already midnight and it was incredibly cold.

The wind blew hard as grandfather opened the shacks door, which we then entered. Nobody was inside of the shack, there was an old bed a small wooden chair, and a window, that was it. My grandfather allowed me to sleep on the bed, while he decided to remain on the chair. During that night I was too confused, excited and scared to fall asleep, I was basically rolling in the bed constantly. I decided to hop off the bed and go to the shack's window, gazing outside as the moonlight shined at me, I smiled for a second, until I noticed a red dot being aimed at my forehead, I widened my eyes as I saw a flash in the distance, I immediately ducked down and a silenced shot was heard as it pierced the window, which made my grandfather wake up. I rushed to his side as grandfather said: "Come here" with a sharp voice, I kept my body lowered as I hoped everything was going to be okay. Only one fire was shot, it was silence then, my grandfather took this chance to get prepared and such, a cold wind opened the door blowing furiously at us, but my grandfather stood tall as two men wearing masks and black suits appeared outside of the little shack. "If death is what you seek, you've come to the right place." My grandfather said, as he aimed the enchanted sword at them.

One of the two men chuckled which led us to hearing a strangle howl coming from the distance. The two men looked spooked so to speak after the howl was done, as I blinked the two men were no longer outside the shack. But an abnormally large wolf was alongside a few other normal wolves, who then spoke: "Normally we don't give warnings to uninvited guests who enter the sacred lands, but considering you were escaping from the Wyrm's agents, I'll give you only one warning, get the fuck out." The wolf spoke, perfectly in English, it was amazing but frightening at the same time, which led to my grandfather saying: "Thank you." as he packed our belongings and we once again moved out of the shack, happy to be alive, upon exiting the said shack we saw the two masked men in suits being dragged out of the forest, towards the exit of it.


My Emotion

"I'll be home soon!" I shouted, as I left my house closing the door lightly, I ran down my street was I looked around, not interested in anything other then getting to my local store. Few minutes went by, and I finally got to my destination, a man holding a cigar was standing in front of the store, smoking as the rain dropped down around him and onto his black umbrella. I got into the store, only to hear a fade whisper get sent into my ear, "Be careful kid." I widened my eyes, as I tilted my head towards the man as I entered the store, I was greeted by the lady working there, she was pale as usual, with a faint smile on her face, I greeted her back, as I did all my shopping, and left the store afterwords, the man was gone by then. I returned to my house with no distractions, I placed the groceries onto the kitchen table, and went to sleep.
The next day, I woke up feeling nauseous, I ran to my bathroom and threw up, I smelled rotten corpse, It was disgusting, something I never experienced in my life, yet I somehow knew what that smell was. After finishing my work in the bathroom, I said hello to my family and had lunch, I greeted my pale sister, my father and my pale mother, who for some reason never really left the house during day, anyway I told them what happened, but they just told me its nothing to worry about, my father seemed anxious as always, doing his work at his desk, I didn't pay much attention to it. Night came, and I was extremely tired, my father came to my room to tuck me, during so I asked him, "Why are mom and sis' always pale, dad?" "Don't worry son, its all gonna be alright, go to sleep now." He said, as he finished tucking me in, he exited my room with a faint smile on his face, closing the door as the cold wind ventured into my room. 
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Re: The stories of many.
« Reply #18 on: February 08, 2018, 09:15:17 PM »
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Re: The stories of many.
« Reply #19 on: February 08, 2018, 11:15:20 PM »
I am defeated.

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Re: The stories of many.
« Reply #20 on: February 09, 2018, 12:58:02 AM »
yeah just dont be lazy
ull improve over time
and STOP MAKING NARUTO CHARACTERS I CAN ONLY TAKE YOU SERIOUSLY THEN

Just look past the pictures mayne, pleeasee!

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Re: The stories of many.
« Reply #21 on: February 09, 2018, 10:24:42 AM »
The state-of-the-art could do better and there are some grammatical mistakes that can easily be solved through, Some sense of style-art is missing, but you are doing a good job at putting the effort.

"Those who write will shall stay immortal." , after a few years or so, you will notice all of the mistakes that you have made and your imagination. On the top shelf - add more fluidity and it will be better.

Just a tip. ;)

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Re: The stories of many.
« Reply #22 on: February 09, 2018, 10:27:46 AM »
this is pure art, the rest of you are just jealous


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Re: The stories of many.
« Reply #23 on: February 09, 2018, 06:00:15 PM »
finished the second story, yey!