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These are a few writing samples from RPs, co-written stories, and personal works.
All samples are written by me and me alone.
Enjoy!
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These are a few writing samples from RPs, co-written stories, and personal works.
All samples are written by me and me alone.
Enjoy!
Title: UNTITLED 1x1
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xxxEric laughed. "thats pretty cool. but we did have our differences in highschool." He spoke. "When Niko would be out at a party friday night, i'd be at home in my basement with my friends from the robotics club playing D and D." "Man, that makes me miss highschool. I miss the parties!" Niko exclaimed. "I rarely have things to look forward to. ah those parties were great. You seem like you were a partier in highschool nat." Niko assumed.
xxx"Okay," Niko began. "Eric and I both had Mr. Berlet's science class and everyone hated him. He was always so grumpy and sent people to the office for stupid stuff. One time we were dissecting racoons. Eric and I were in a group together. We had tied strings to the arms and legs and were making it dance like a puppet But some kid took it and started swinging it around and it slipped out of his hand. It landed right on Mr. Berlet's lap. Formaldehyde, juices and all. He then asked who's Racoon it was and we had to say it was ours... so he suspended us for three days and failed us for the class. for that, we spend those three days catching racoons and coming up with a plan to get Mr. Berlet's keys. I think we paid one of the nerds in the chemistry club to take em when he wasn't looking. Then we dumped the raccoons in his car in the morning, so by the time afternoon hit, they were pretty angry. they scratched, tore, s**t on, ate, demolished the entire interior of his car." he laughed.
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Title: Distressed Individuals
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xxxMarek looked around the room in the same amazement as Tommy. He had never seen so many broken souls all in one place. This was far from normal. "I can sense some demons, but I dont see any. They aren't in this area.. but they most likely will be." He answered going though plan after plan in his head of what to do. "i've never seen anything like this..." He mumbled. "We should go the the crime scene.. or we could start questioning the spirits but that may be kind of dangerous." Marek suggested, taking a few steps down the hallway, looking at all the spirits that had been stuck here.
xxx"Alright, alright." Marek sighed. "This should be fun." he added mumbling under his breath, the tone of voice unrecognized. Marek stepped out further into the hallway. Careful not to bother any lingering spirits. The force he felt, the one that he felt when he arrived became stronger. "Be careful. the last thing it need is you getting possessed."
xxxMarek simply chuckled. "Alright." He hit the button for the elevator. As they waited they heard the creaking and winding gears of the thousand year old machine carry its way to the 3rd floor to pick them up. The doors opened and they both stepped inside the dimly lit confines of the small space used to take them up a floor. "Well. Here goes." Marek mumbled the cheesy line as he stepped on the the elevator. Beginning to sense a cold dark aura, the dark haired boy rolled up his sleeves to expose the tattoos that traveled up the insides of his arms. They were words or a phrase written in some type of magic script. They followed exactly over the main artery in his arms. The one that leads straight to the heart. His father and grandfather, they all had the same markings. It was simply a spell to help enhance his natural ablities to call upon the dead and act as their puppeteer, controlling them in anyway he chose. With either a simple flick of the wrist or a thought it the mind, Marek could control any spirit.
"do you feel it? The floor above is filled with spirits... i hope most of them mind their own business.. im not sure how much I can control at once."
xxx"Yeah yeah, I got it." Marek answered. A dark energy surged though his body. He called a spirit from the depths. A spirit he had already captured and bound to himself, from a long process of grave robbing. Controlling the spirit steadily he spoke. "Mr. Felix Monroe should be able to help us. He was a strong man in his life." Marek then whispered a few jumbled words and the power in his veins jolted. His finger tips burned as he elevator jerkily began to move upward. It all most felt like an electric energy, but that must have been from being contained in a metal box.
xxxA person such as Marek is very sensitive to his surroundings. Everything in the world in linked in some form or another, when you bring something though of another form you break the consistency of the previous space, leaving you with a mix of foreign chemicals that magically you have to be very careful with.
xxxThe elevator rose to the 4th floor and the doors opened quickly with ease. The arcane running though Marek's veins ceased and the spirit dissipated. "Gosh.. that was a work out. Im so outta shape." He spoke looking over to Tommy. "Lets take the stairs next time."
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xxxEric laughed. "thats pretty cool. but we did have our differences in highschool." He spoke. "When Niko would be out at a party friday night, i'd be at home in my basement with my friends from the robotics club playing D and D." "Man, that makes me miss highschool. I miss the parties!" Niko exclaimed. "I rarely have things to look forward to. ah those parties were great. You seem like you were a partier in highschool nat." Niko assumed.
xxx"Okay," Niko began. "Eric and I both had Mr. Berlet's science class and everyone hated him. He was always so grumpy and sent people to the office for stupid stuff. One time we were dissecting racoons. Eric and I were in a group together. We had tied strings to the arms and legs and were making it dance like a puppet But some kid took it and started swinging it around and it slipped out of his hand. It landed right on Mr. Berlet's lap. Formaldehyde, juices and all. He then asked who's Racoon it was and we had to say it was ours... so he suspended us for three days and failed us for the class. for that, we spend those three days catching racoons and coming up with a plan to get Mr. Berlet's keys. I think we paid one of the nerds in the chemistry club to take em when he wasn't looking. Then we dumped the raccoons in his car in the morning, so by the time afternoon hit, they were pretty angry. they scratched, tore, s**t on, ate, demolished the entire interior of his car." he laughed.
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Title: Distressed Individuals
xxx
xxxMarek looked around the room in the same amazement as Tommy. He had never seen so many broken souls all in one place. This was far from normal. "I can sense some demons, but I dont see any. They aren't in this area.. but they most likely will be." He answered going though plan after plan in his head of what to do. "i've never seen anything like this..." He mumbled. "We should go the the crime scene.. or we could start questioning the spirits but that may be kind of dangerous." Marek suggested, taking a few steps down the hallway, looking at all the spirits that had been stuck here.
xxx"Alright, alright." Marek sighed. "This should be fun." he added mumbling under his breath, the tone of voice unrecognized. Marek stepped out further into the hallway. Careful not to bother any lingering spirits. The force he felt, the one that he felt when he arrived became stronger. "Be careful. the last thing it need is you getting possessed."
xxxMarek simply chuckled. "Alright." He hit the button for the elevator. As they waited they heard the creaking and winding gears of the thousand year old machine carry its way to the 3rd floor to pick them up. The doors opened and they both stepped inside the dimly lit confines of the small space used to take them up a floor. "Well. Here goes." Marek mumbled the cheesy line as he stepped on the the elevator. Beginning to sense a cold dark aura, the dark haired boy rolled up his sleeves to expose the tattoos that traveled up the insides of his arms. They were words or a phrase written in some type of magic script. They followed exactly over the main artery in his arms. The one that leads straight to the heart. His father and grandfather, they all had the same markings. It was simply a spell to help enhance his natural ablities to call upon the dead and act as their puppeteer, controlling them in anyway he chose. With either a simple flick of the wrist or a thought it the mind, Marek could control any spirit.
"do you feel it? The floor above is filled with spirits... i hope most of them mind their own business.. im not sure how much I can control at once."
xxx"Yeah yeah, I got it." Marek answered. A dark energy surged though his body. He called a spirit from the depths. A spirit he had already captured and bound to himself, from a long process of grave robbing. Controlling the spirit steadily he spoke. "Mr. Felix Monroe should be able to help us. He was a strong man in his life." Marek then whispered a few jumbled words and the power in his veins jolted. His finger tips burned as he elevator jerkily began to move upward. It all most felt like an electric energy, but that must have been from being contained in a metal box.
xxxA person such as Marek is very sensitive to his surroundings. Everything in the world in linked in some form or another, when you bring something though of another form you break the consistency of the previous space, leaving you with a mix of foreign chemicals that magically you have to be very careful with.
xxxThe elevator rose to the 4th floor and the doors opened quickly with ease. The arcane running though Marek's veins ceased and the spirit dissipated. "Gosh.. that was a work out. Im so outta shape." He spoke looking over to Tommy. "Lets take the stairs next time."
