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[Sploda]

Well then write the first 3 chapters before posting the first. That way your always 2 chapters ahead of yourself.

[Twig]

[spoiler=Good Prologue, Bad Prologue?]The clock struck the twelve with both hands, signaling that midnight had arrived. Born under a large tree, a baby unlike most babies was born. Even in the ominous wind, not a cry uttered from his small mouth. For comfort, all he had was the warmth of his parent's embrace. All three of them sat there, illuminated only by the glow of the full moon and light of the shining stars. The mother cried, a smile across her face...

 

"It's a miracle," Clerotes, the father, said.

 

Before the baby was born, Enallia, the mother, had a severe illness. They thought the illness could harm the baby, or even worse, kill him. It was a miracle to the parents that nothing had happened. Nothing went wrong. Nothing at all.

 

"Oh it's a boy! What should we name him?"

 

"Now, now, Enallia. We should find a good place for you and the baby to rest."

 

 

 

*Seven Years Later*

 

"Father, where are you going?" asked Primerio.

 

"To work in the fields."

 

Primerio frowned and crossed his arms. "I thought you only worked for eight hours."

 

"I am working two more hours. The price of food has risen. I'm afraid you'll have to start working, too."

 

"Work in the fields?"

 

"They won't take anymore workers, and if they were, they would not take you. You're too young. I've talked to the blacksmith, Tybalt Reguran."

 

"You want me to work for him?"

 

"You'll be his apprentice."

 

"But father! He is a grumpy old man. Nobody likes him at all."

 

"I am afraid we have no choice. He's the only one taking an apprentice. We have spoken to everyone. You will start tomorrow."

 

Primerio's father headed outside with a sad face. Before he left, he said one more thing. "Your mom and I only want the best for you."

 

Primerio was about to reply, but his father had already closed the door. Why do they always have to work? Not only are they in the fields most of the time, but do we really have to live in a village where kids are scarce? Primerio had caught the bad habit of talking to himself. There’re hardly any kids, and the kids that are actually there don't talk to him.

 

Primerio decided to go outside to have his last walk around town freely before he has to work with Tybalt Reguran, the blacksmith. As he strolled down the green grassy field, he saw a girl. He stopped in his tracks. He had never seen a girl before. He'd seen women, but never a girl, much less one the same age as him.

 

The girl stood in the middle of the field, facing away from Primerio. At first glance, he knew he liked her. She had long, flowing brown hair, and she wore a thin white dress that flew in the direction of the wind. She was beautiful. Simply beautiful.

 

The girl slowly bent down and picked up a white daisy. Primerio quickly ran to a nearby tree to hide. The girl plucked the petals of the daisy one by one. The blowing wind sent the white petals spinning around the girl. Then, the petals flew towards Primerio. Thinking that the wind will blow the petals to some place else, he remained in his position. The petals continued to head toward him. Before long, he realized those petals weren’t going to stop.

 

The girl turned around to see where the petals had gone. Primerio stood frozen in fear for a second before he turned around to hide. Please don’t find me, please don’t find me, please don’t find me. Plea-

 

“Hello there,” a little voice said.

 

“Oh. Oh hi,” Primerio said, a little too loud. He’s never felt this before. He found it harder to talk for some reason, and he found himself breathing deeper. What's...what's this feeling...

 

"Uhmm...hello? You look sick. Are you alright?" the girl said.

 

"Uh...yeah. I'm fine."

 

"Well your face is red and-"

 

"Umm...I gotta go. Bye."

 

Primerio freaked out and ran.

 

 

What he doesn't know is, this is the first time he saw his future love.

 

 

 

I think I should end it there.

[Sploda]

Yes end it there, otherwise you will give it all away!

Excellent Prolouge, I know that some people like to write them. I for one don't, I prefer to just start witrh Chapter 1 and advance that way.

 

Anyway good job, now you just have to write the rest! (with help).

[Eury]

Wolud is a pretty cool word. xD

 

Only error I found. I like it. ;D

[Twig]

Wolud is a pretty cool word. xD

 

Only error I found. I like it. ;D

 

Thanks for finding it. ;D

 

I'll start Chap 1.

 

 

Edit: I'm stumped. How should I start Chapter One?

[Azerty-of-KoL]

[spoiler=Prologue] Daniel Rolken looked around his apartment room in despair. The flickering lights hanging from the ceiling illuminated a dismal room filled with old furniture and peeling gray paint. Daniel had been living in the apartment complex for almost five years now. At first he had thought his was great place to live, but now it seemed more like a prison.

 

A soothing *purrrrrr* suddenly erupted from the ground beneath him. Daniel looked down and noticed his cat, Vincent. Vincent was the only bright spot in Daniel's life. The cat was a orange tabby with a white stomach. Vincent was usually friendly toward Daniel, but not so much towards strangers.

 

"Hey buddy, how ya' doin'?", asked Daniel as he scratched Vincent under his ears. Daniel straightened up and sighed. He didn't really want to live in his apartment room, but Daniel didn't have the motivation to pack up all his stuff and move out. Where would he go anyways? He sat down on his couch and turned on the T.V. As the crowd of a gameshow roared with excitement, an inconspicuous manila envelope slipped through the mail slot. Daniel frowned.The only mail he ever received were bills and junk mail.

 

He walked over to the mail slot and picked up the package. Inside was a single sheet of paper and a small metal object. Daniel looked closer and realized it was a wrought iron key. He then cast his attention towards the letter.

 

 

You do not know me, but I am very aware of you. I also aware of your state of life. Unless you are in denial, you should be too. I can help you change your life, but you have to trust me. Tomorrow, take the key to the cafe on the corner of Farrin St. and Davax Ave. If you are not there by noon, you will have passed up your chance for a new life. What have you got to lose?

 

F.

 

 

Daniel looked at the letter in confusion, while idly playing with the key. Why would someone go somewhere with somebody they didn't know? Then he thought about his life. His dingy apartment, his boring office job, and his monotonous daily routine. What did he have to lose?

 

[Smear]

Username: Smeargle

 

Favorite Books/Books Currently Reading: No favourite books, Currently reading 'Goodnight Mr. Tom.'

 

Writing Example: B*tch please, you've read some of mah fic. ;D

 

I demand Advanced member next to Eur!

[.Legend]

I manged too finish chapter 1 in in mine.

 

Cool prolog BTW

[DL]

[spoiler=Good Prologue' date= Bad Prologue?]The clock struck the twelve with both hands, signaling that midnight had arrived. Born under a large tree, a baby unlike most babies was born. Even in the ominous wind, not a cry uttered from his small mouth. For comfort, all he had was the warmth of his parent's embrace. All three of them sat there, illuminated only by the glow of the full moon and light of the shining stars. The mother cried, a smile across her face...

 

"It's a miracle," Clerotes, the father, said.

 

Before the baby was born, Enallia, the mother, had a severe illness. They thought the illness could harm the baby, or even worse, kill him. It was a miracle to the parents that nothing had happened. Nothing went wrong. Nothing at all.

 

"Oh it's a boy! What should we name him?"

 

"Now, now, Enallia. We should find a good place for you and the baby to rest."

 

 

 

*Seven Years Later*

 

"Father, where are you going?" asked Primerio.

 

"To work in the fields."

 

Primerio frowned and crossed his arms. "I thought you only worked for eight hours."

 

"I am working two more hours. The price of food has risen. I'm afraid you'll have to start working, too."

 

"Work in the fields?"

 

"They won't take anymore workers, and if they were, they would not take you. You're too young. I've talked to the blacksmith, Tybalt Reguran."

 

"You want me to work for him?"

 

"You'll be his apprentice."

 

"But father! He is a grumpy old man. Nobody likes him at all."

 

"I am afraid we have no choice. He's the only one taking an apprentice. We have spoken to everyone. You will start tomorrow."

 

Primerio's father headed outside with a sad face. Before he left, he said one more thing. "Your mom and I only want the best for you."

 

Primerio was about to reply, but his father had already closed the door. Why do they always have to work? Not only are they in the fields most of the time, but do we really have to live in a village where kids are scarce? Primerio had caught the bad habit of talking to himself. There’re hardly any kids, and the kids that are actually there don't talk to him.

 

Primerio decided to go outside to have his last walk around town freely before he has to work with Tybalt Reguran, the blacksmith. As he strolled down the green grassy field, he saw a girl. He stopped in his tracks. He had never seen a girl before. He'd seen women, but never a girl, much less one the same age as him.

 

The girl stood in the middle of the field, facing away from Primerio. At first glance, he knew he liked her. She had long, flowing brown hair, and she wore a thin white dress that flew in the direction of the wind. She was beautiful. Simply beautiful.

 

The girl slowly bent down and picked up a white daisy. Primerio quickly ran to a nearby tree to hide. The girl plucked the petals of the daisy one by one. The blowing wind sent the white petals spinning around the girl. Then, the petals flew towards Primerio. Thinking that the wind will blow the petals to some place else, he remained in his position. The petals continued to head toward him. Before long, he realized those petals weren’t going to stop.

 

The girl turned around to see where the petals had gone. Primerio stood frozen in fear for a second before he turned around to hide. Please don’t find me, please don’t find me, please don’t find me. Plea-

 

“Hello there,” a little voice said.

 

“Oh. Oh hi,” Primerio said, a little too loud. He’s never felt this before. He found it harder to talk for some reason, and he found himself breathing deeper. What's...what's this feeling...

 

"Uhmm...hello? You look sick. Are you alright?" the girl said.

 

"Uh...yeah. I'm fine."

 

"Well your face is red and-"

 

"Umm...I gotta go. Bye."

 

Primerio freaked out and ran.

 

 

What he doesn't know is, this is the first time he saw his future love.

 

 

 

I think I should end it there.

 

Remove the bold.

 

You shouldn't say someone is beautiful, because it makes your readers feel something, which takes away from the dream. Describing how beautiful she is is good, telling us he's beautiful is not.

 

Otherwise good.

[Twig]

Username: Smeargle

 

Favorite Books/Books Currently Reading: No favourite books' date=' Currently reading 'Goodnight Mr. Tom.'

 

Writing Example: B*tch please, you've read some of mah fic. ;D

 

I demand Advanced member next to Eur!

[/quote']

 

Fine.

 

[spoiler=Good Prologue' date= Bad Prologue?]The clock struck the twelve with both hands, signaling that midnight had arrived. Born under a large tree, a baby unlike most babies was born. Even in the ominous wind, not a cry uttered from his small mouth. For comfort, all he had was the warmth of his parent's embrace. All three of them sat there, illuminated only by the glow of the full moon and light of the shining stars. The mother cried, a smile across her face...

 

"It's a miracle," Clerotes, the father, said.

 

Before the baby was born, Enallia, the mother, had a severe illness. They thought the illness could harm the baby, or even worse, kill him. It was a miracle to the parents that nothing had happened. Nothing went wrong. Nothing at all.

 

"Oh it's a boy! What should we name him?"

 

"Now, now, Enallia. We should find a good place for you and the baby to rest."

 

 

 

*Seven Years Later*

 

"Father, where are you going?" asked Primerio.

 

"To work in the fields."

 

Primerio frowned and crossed his arms. "I thought you only worked for eight hours."

 

"I am working two more hours. The price of food has risen. I'm afraid you'll have to start working, too."

 

"Work in the fields?"

 

"They won't take anymore workers, and if they were, they would not take you. You're too young. I've talked to the blacksmith, Tybalt Reguran."

 

"You want me to work for him?"

 

"You'll be his apprentice."

 

"But father! He is a grumpy old man. Nobody likes him at all."

 

"I am afraid we have no choice. He's the only one taking an apprentice. We have spoken to everyone. You will start tomorrow."

 

Primerio's father headed outside with a sad face. Before he left, he said one more thing. "Your mom and I only want the best for you."

 

Primerio was about to reply, but his father had already closed the door. Why do they always have to work? Not only are they in the fields most of the time, but do we really have to live in a village where kids are scarce? Primerio had caught the bad habit of talking to himself. There’re hardly any kids, and the kids that are actually there don't talk to him.

 

Primerio decided to go outside to have his last walk around town freely before he has to work with Tybalt Reguran, the blacksmith. As he strolled down the green grassy field, he saw a girl. He stopped in his tracks. He had never seen a girl before. He'd seen women, but never a girl, much less one the same age as him.

 

The girl stood in the middle of the field, facing away from Primerio. At first glance, he knew he liked her. She had long, flowing brown hair, and she wore a thin white dress that flew in the direction of the wind.

 

The girl slowly bent down and picked up a white daisy. Primerio quickly ran to a nearby tree to hide. The girl plucked the petals of the daisy one by one. The blowing wind sent the white petals spinning around the girl. Then, the petals flew towards Primerio. Thinking that the wind will blow the petals to some place else, he remained in his position. The petals continued to head toward him. Before long, he realized those petals weren’t going to stop.

 

The girl turned around to see where the petals had gone. Primerio stood frozen in fear for a second before he turned around to hide. Please don’t find me, please don’t find me, please don’t find me. Plea-

 

“Hello there,” a little voice said.

 

“Oh. Oh hi,” Primerio said, a little too loud. He’s never felt this before. He found it harder to talk for some reason, and he found himself breathing deeper. What's...what's this feeling...

 

"Uhmm...hello? You look sick. Are you alright?" the girl said.

 

"Uh...yeah. I'm fine."

 

"Well your face is red and-"

 

"Umm...I gotta go. Bye."

 

Primerio freaked out and ran.

 

 

What he doesn't know is, this is the first time he saw his future love.

 

 

 

I think I should end it there.

 

Remove the bold.

 

You shouldn't say someone is beautiful, because it makes your readers feel something, which takes away from the dream. Describing how beautiful she is is good, telling us he's beautiful is not.

 

Otherwise good.

 

ok.

[Pichu]

I'm writing a story about a boy named Max' date=' his sisters Molly and Taylor, Max's friend Nate, and the girls' friend Alexis. They are having a sleepover and the boys tell the girls about a ghost who lives in the house and when you are the next victim he'll leave a note in your bathroom written in blood. But it turns out the story is real and have to survive a night with no parents with a ghost that gets closer to killing them every second! The title is "The Bloody Note".

[/quote']

I haven't seen a horror story for a while. I think you should make it.

im on chapter 2

[Twig]

Oh really.

 

*Goes to the Fanfic section*

[Sploda]

Well I just added Chpater 3 to my fanfic.

So how is the club fanfic going?

[Twig]

I haven't started Ch.1 yet, I'll do it later.

 

 

New Topic?

[thurkear]

user name Thurkear

favorite book/series the Percy Jackson series

book currently reading The Dragons Heir

 

also TURTWIG IS AWESOME (and I'm not saying that because its one of the leaders avatars its pure coincidence)and I'm dyslexic.

[Twig]

user name Thurkear

favorite book/series the Percy Jackson series

book currently reading The Dragons Heir

 

also TURTWIG IS AWESOME (and I'm not saying that because its one of the leaders avatars its pure coincidence)and I'm dyslexic.

 

I think you are saying that because the leader like Turtwig. It's either that or you just like to be random. Accepted.

[thurkear]

user name Thurkear

favorite book/series the Percy Jackson series

book currently reading The Dragons Heir

 

also TURTWIG IS AWESOME (and I'm not saying that because its one of the leaders avatars its pure coincidence)and I'm dyslexic.

 

I think you are saying that because the leader like Turtwig. It's either that or you just like to be random. Accepted.

 

i say it because Torterra is my favorite pokemon.

also your right i do like being random

[Twig]

Yes, Torterra is also awesome, but this is not a Pokemon club.

 

New Topic: Discuss Your Favorite Book

 

I love Percy Jackson Series.

[thurkear]

i don't know if im going to see the movie.

i saw a preview and saw he had the watch/shield. he isn't suppose to get it till the second book

[radio414]

Yes, that's a good series.

 

But I must say, in the end, it's Angels and Demons by Dan Brown.

[Azerty-of-KoL]

Skulduggery Pleasant, It's a great series.

[Twig]

Skulduggery Pleasant' date=' It's a great series.

[/quote']

 

Wiki'd it. Looks interesting.

 

Yes' date=' that's a good series.

 

But I must say, in the end, it's Angels and Demons by Dan Brown.

[/quote']

 

Haven't read it. :/

[thurkear]

i haven't either.

[SmallieBigs]

My favorite is The Harry Potter Series ... loved it...

[Twig]

Harry Potter is cool. I only read the 1st, 2nd, and 7th book though. xD