To increase the views on our hardwork, I shall make a failed advertisement. Authors. Please grab your butts and haul yourself over here. Do not make me spam your threads asking you to come, because I am NOT going to make a thread for you. Now. To the forumers. Us writers, need readers. People think Fanfic is a shithole, and is useless. That is debatable, but I will not wastemy energy trying to tell y'all what intelligence is. Anyways, instead of just telling you all to get your butts over here, you can decide for yourself. I'm thinking of letting the authors post a chapter of their work here, whther it be their favorite chapter of their favorite novel. It may get readers reading, getting a sneak peek. :/ So... Authors, would you like to post one of your chappies here? :0 *rolls away before the trolls claim this as their suburban territory*
Guess I'll start first... *holds in breath* >.> Do. Not. Stereotype. Me. Please. ----- 'His lips tasted of cinnamon and whiskey... Even though he didn't drink. It drove me crazy, his voice got me on edge as I took in his scent. I was intoxicated... And I sure as hell loved it.' ----- Somehow, her parents pushed her out of the door, slamming it in her face as she braced herself from the autmn cold. She was 8 at the time, naïve and still young. She had a childish demeanor, and a soothing aura that calme everybody around her. She walked away at that time, her facial expressions showing nothing but curiosity and anxiety as she neared the park, clutching her rag doll tightly and the hem of her tattered dress. Her hair was a mess and her face was smudged, a bruise on her left cheek. She was friendless, lonely, and parentless. The small void in her heart caused her to be just as similar to her rag doll, empty eyes staring enviously at the kids that had their parents embracing them; loving them. She got off the bench, walking in the sand barefoot, as she plopped on the ground, playing with the sand, making a sandcastle before a foot destroyed her work. She looked up, three boys that were two years older than her pulled her up by the collar, sneering in her face. "My mother told me to stay away from you. I'm not afraid of you. What's so intimidatin about you anyways?" He dropped her and spat on the ground below him, kicking the sand in her face. She didn't cry, she gave up years ago. Tears were only a tool to attract attention, and she ha never gotten any. The way she was treated, people would think she NEEDED attention. Truth was, she steered clear of it, for all the attention she got were bad and cruel. The boys all nodded their heads in agreement, and the girl steadied herself, trying to stand up, but her attempt was futile as she was pushed down by the boy again. She stood up, again and again, trying and trying, ignoring the stares she recieved from familes and people. She smiled at them and waved, her smile friendly and warm. The people turned their heads away as she was slapped in the face by the boy, his snickering and laughter heard by the entire area. Nonody dared to move; nonody cared. A daughter of those two didn't deserve help, no matter how innocent and fragile she was. She deserved to be broken down, she deserved this. That was what everybody she talked to said to her, and she only shook it off with a graceful smile that spread across her lips. Her parents loved her. This was only punishment for her selfishness, being locked up in the harsh autumn cold. This was done for her good, they cared for her. She didn't care if her parents threatened or and beat her up, she was content. Content about the fact she had a family, content that she had a home to return to every night. It didn't matter if she was friendless, shoeless, or loveless. She was content, her unselfish desires the core of her naïve innocence. She was shook again, aggresively, and a figure behin the bushes emerged, throwing a rock at the boy from behind. The gang turned to look at a boy the same age as them, only taller and more boyish looking. He was attractive; cute in her taste. "Leave her alone." Was she deaf? Did he realt say that? Did he... Defend her? It was the first time anybody has done that, being the daughter of two drug dealing junkies wasn't an advantage to a social circle. She smiled then looked at the boy, smiling at him using her charm. He hoped it would win him over, and he did. He smiled back, a lopsided smile as he frowned and glared at the terrified boys. "Say... While I'm here scaring you, where's my money?" The boy was tossing the pebble up and down, slingshot in his other hand as he looked at the boys, his eyes emotionless as he glanced down on the floor and back up at him again. "Too shocked to speak eh? This'll refresh your memory!" He aimed perfectly; the pebble hitting the boy in his eye, resulting in him holding it, crying. It didn't even scratch him, human reflexes were triggered automatically. His eyelid had already fell before the impact. What an attention seeker. The boy smirked as they ran, the trio crying as they were intimidated by this boy. As the gang fled, he kneeled down, giving his hand to the girl as she took it and looked up. "Hey. They're gone now..." She smiled at him, knowing that he wouldn't tie her to a tree like the last time somebody faked to be her friend. ----- My new story rofl. Written in Author's POV, might change it if it disturbs me or if my inspiration isn't as strong as it is when I read stories made by more experienced authors. TEEHEE~
The first part, came from google. Okay, I lied. I made it. Romance fetish. SMH. DON'T LEAVE ME OUT IN THE OPEN, LILY.
Okay so here I go I stood there in shock waiting for Rhyan to come back. Nothing. Half hour had passed still nothing. I sighed. Where was he?! That's when I saw it. Mason staggered towards me blood running from his nose. My eyes widened. "Your Boyfriend is mental!" I looked at him in confusion. Rhyan did that? No way! Rhyan came into view and smirked at Mason... That's all I'm previewing
Now I'm a bit uncomfortable that I didn't edit or preview my story rofl. Nor am I happy that I posted THAT many.
"In a world...no, that's too cheesy...This summer...-" "ARE you kidding me? PLEASE tell me you are!" the stranger whom was now my only trusted friend flicked me in the ear. I rubbed at my now sore ear sourly. "If we're going to do this, our trailer CANNOT be that freakin' cheesy!" he, Glenn, exclaimed, no doubt listening to his creative bones. "Dude. This is a project for FILM CLASS!" "IT'S MORE THEN THAT!! It's mine-er, OUR cinematic debut!!" "It's forty percent of our grade, that's what it is." I muttered. He waved his hand dismissively, "Details, details." that's about the time IT crashed into my bedroom window. ------------------------ Trailer It isn't even out :0
Qin, you've probably read this already, but here we go: OUTSIDERS OF PIMD, middle of chapter 6. Fletch shot one of his arrows. Otto simply caught it in his hand, and threw it on the ground. The arrow dispersed. Fletch took the opportunity and attacked, this time from closer range. Otto tried dodging it, but as it got inches from his face, the arrow exploded. The smoke cleared. Fletch squinted, and saw the form of Otto on the ground, his white armor burned by the explosion. Fletch knew that this was a bit too easy. He approached the figure, just to see that it was a reflection of light. He barely dodged the claw that almost went through his head. Fletch, moving like a bullet, disappeared and reappeared right behind Otto. He strung his bow, and fired the arrow. In that very millisecond Otto disappeared again. They went back and forth, one trying to get advantage over the other. Otto's full speed was barely enough to keep up with fletch. Otto was already exhausted, but he could not show weakness. Not now, not ever. He stopped in his tracks. Fletch also stopped, curious as to what Otto would do next. Otto bit off his claws and, crunching on them as if they were nothing, gestured to fletch. Fletch, understanding, dropped the bow, which disappeared as it left his hands. Now they were ready for real battle. Both Otto and fletch were glowing, radiating with power. The rest of the fighters stopped and watched, fear clear in their eyes. The entire fortress shook as Otto and fletch launched themselves at each other.