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@Kira:It's normal for someone not to post while they're not accepted. Okay? Accepted.

 

I apologize; he only responded to my comment. I'll shut up in that case from now on.

 

I've never heard of the series' date=' but I'm very familiar with the author. I read a lot of his older Xanth novels.[/b']

 

What? Who are you talking to?

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Ironically enough, I never liked the Xanth novels. My older bro and my father do, but I really don't. But I am addicted to the Incarnations. Each book is based around the incarnation of a different force of nature (in order: Death, Time, Fate, War, Nature itself, Evil (the Devil), Good (God), and Night). These forces are each controlled by what used to be an ordinary mortal and are just offices to be filled. Death must be killed and his killer takes his place, Time must live backwards and once his timeline reaches the day of his birth, he must abandon the hourglass (symbol of his position) and the first person to pick it up becomes the next Time. That's as far as I know, because my dad can't get to a book store to get me any more...

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Ironically enough' date=' I never liked the Xanth novels. My older bro and my father do, but I really don't. But I am addicted to the Incarnations. Each book is based around the incarnation of a different force of nature (in order: Death, Time, Fate, War, Nature itself, Evil (the Devil), Good (God), and Night). These forces are each controlled by what used to be an ordinary mortal and are just offices to be filled. Death must be killed and his killer takes his place, Time must live backwards and once his timeline reaches the day of his birth, he must abandon the hourglass (symbol of his position) and the first person to pick it up becomes the next Time. That's as far as I know, because my dad can't get to a book store to get me any more...

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It sounds like an interesting series. I might read it if I find it. Why can't your dad get you to the bookstore?

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[align=center]Username: Deranged Yoda, or Nautilus for short ;)

Fav. Book/ Book Series: I'm only 11, so The Pendragon Series (BEST EVER) H.I.V.E. Series, Bartimaeus Trilogy

Currently Reading: The Water Mirror, by Kai Meyer.

[spoiler=Book Prologue]BOOK ONE:

 

Song of the Samurai

 

Prologue

 

The melody resounded throughout the glade. Birds and mammals alike stopped their chatter to listen as the noise chased itself over hills, mountains, and valleys. It seemed as if the stars themselves stopped their twinkling to listen to the beautiful tune, whistling away through the night.

After sometime, the music reached the house of a young man and his wife. They were just about to sit down for their evening ritual when they heard it. As quickly and quietly as possible, they readied themselves. Moving as one, they leaped upon their horses, and rode off into the darkness.

While riding, they did not once stop to converse, as no words could’ve explained the questions they had. Both horses galloped forwards, seeking their destination. Suddenly, both horses stopped abruptly. Although nothing seemed to be in their path, the horses and the riders could sense it. Suddenly, cloaked figures appeared out of the shadows. As they closed in, the couple brought out their emerald-studded katanas and held them next to their shoulder, indicating they would fight to the death. The battle was fierce and fast. The couple brought down 15 of the offenders, but were outnumbered 20-1. The remaining fighters drew out their shruikens, otherwise known as throwing stars. With precision only a ninja could accomplish, 25 throwing stars sliced through the air and into the couples fresh flesh. The man dead and the woman mortally injured, the figures left, their mission accomplished.

However, right after they had left, someone with full body armor popped out of the bushes and landed at the woman’s feet. He had tears in his eyes as he rested his head on her breast. With her last breath of this world, she whispered 3 words: “Ready the Sol.”

 

 

I know it's kinda short, but so are my days. I plan to continue working on this book in the summer, when I have more time.[/align]

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[align=center]Username: Deranged Yoda' date=' or Nautilus for short ;)

Fav. Book/ Book Series: I'm only 11, so The Pendragon Series (BEST EVER) H.I.V.E. Series, Bartimaeus Trilogy

Currently Reading: The Water Mirror, by Kai Meyer.

[spoiler=Book Prologue']BOOK ONE:

 

Song of the Samurai

 

Prologue

 

The melody resounded throughout the glade. Birds and mammals alike stopped their chatter to listen as the noise chased itself over hills, mountains, and valleys. It seemed as if the stars themselves stopped their twinkling to listen to the beautiful tune, whistling away through the night.

After sometime, the music reached the house of a young man and his wife. They were just about to sit down for their evening ritual when they heard it. As quickly and quietly as possible, they readied themselves. Moving as one, they leaped upon their horses, and rode off into the darkness.

While riding, they did not once stop to converse, as no words could’ve explained the questions they had. Both horses galloped forwards, seeking their destination. Suddenly, both horses stopped abruptly. Although nothing seemed to be in their path, the horses and the riders could sense it. Suddenly, cloaked figures appeared out of the shadows. As they closed in, the couple brought out their emerald-studded katanas and held them next to their shoulder, indicating they would fight to the death. The battle was fierce and fast. The couple brought down 15 of the offenders, but were outnumbered 20-1. The remaining fighters drew out their shruikens, otherwise known as throwing stars. With precision only a ninja could accomplish, 25 throwing stars sliced through the air and into the couples fresh flesh. The man dead and the woman mortally injured, the figures left, their mission accomplished.

However, right after they had left, someone with full body armor popped out of the bushes and landed at the woman’s feet. He had tears in his eyes as he rested his head on her breast. With her last breath of this world, she whispered 3 words: “Ready the Sol.”

 

 

I know it's kinda short, but so are my days. I plan to continue working on this book in the summer, when I have more time.[/align]

 

I think you should have described the battle more.

 

The battle was fierce and fast. The couple brought down 15 of the offenders, but were outnumbered 20-1.

 

Instead of telling us it was fierce and fast, show us that it was fierce and fast.

 

Accepted. Welcome. ^^

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[align=center]Username: Deranged Yoda' date=' or Nautilus for short ;)

Fav. Book/ Book Series: I'm only 11, so The Pendragon Series (BEST EVER) H.I.V.E. Series, Bartimaeus Trilogy

Currently Reading: The Water Mirror, by Kai Meyer.

[spoiler=Book Prologue']BOOK ONE:

 

Song of the Samurai

 

Prologue

 

The melody resounded throughout the glade. Birds and mammals alike stopped their chatter to listen as the noise chased itself over hills, mountains, and valleys. It seemed as if the stars themselves stopped their twinkling to listen to the beautiful tune, whistling away through the night.

After sometime, the music reached the house of a young man and his wife. They were just about to sit down for their evening ritual when they heard it. As quickly and quietly as possible, they readied themselves. Moving as one, they leaped upon their horses, and rode off into the darkness.

While riding, they did not once stop to converse, as no words could’ve explained the questions they had. Both horses galloped forwards, seeking their destination. Suddenly, both horses stopped abruptly. Although nothing seemed to be in their path, the horses and the riders could sense it. Suddenly, cloaked figures appeared out of the shadows. As they closed in, the couple brought out their emerald-studded katanas and held them next to their shoulder, indicating they would fight to the death. The battle was fierce and fast. The couple brought down 15 of the offenders, but were outnumbered 20-1. The remaining fighters drew out their shruikens, otherwise known as throwing stars. With precision only a ninja could accomplish, 25 throwing stars sliced through the air and into the couples fresh flesh. The man dead and the woman mortally injured, the figures left, their mission accomplished.

However, right after they had left, someone with full body armor popped out of the bushes and landed at the woman’s feet. He had tears in his eyes as he rested his head on her breast. With her last breath of this world, she whispered 3 words: “Ready the Sol.”

 

 

I know it's kinda short, but so are my days. I plan to continue working on this book in the summer, when I have more time.[/align]

 

I think you should have described the battle more.

 

The battle was fierce and fast. The couple brought down 15 of the offenders, but were outnumbered 20-1.

 

Instead of telling us it was fierce and fast, show us that it was fierce and fast.

 

Accepted. Welcome. ^^

 

Thnx for the advice, will improve that section.

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Sorry for interrupting for a second here, I just wanted to ask if I should post a link to the summary I'm going to be posting for a fanfiction here? I can't make the first chapter yet, since I'm sort ont ime, but I'll make the summary. It's Naruto based on the Count of Monte Christo, which I just rewatched.

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I was thinking of asking Smeargle. He's not a bad banner maker' date=' IMO anyways...

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I'd be happy too.

 

Sorry I haven't posted here in a while.

Topics weren't interesting IMO. D:

 

It's okay. I don't know what I want for the banner though...

 

Sorry for interrupting for a second here' date=' I just wanted to ask if I should post a link to the summary I'm going to be posting for a fanfiction here? I can't make the first chapter yet, since I'm sort ont ime, but I'll make the summary. It's Naruto based on the Count of Monte Christo, which I just rewatched.

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Sure.

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Hmm... yet another writing club? I'm glad to see my co-owned club has inspried others into doing this, even if it was indirectly. Now what type of person would l be if l didn't join?

A bad one.

 

*yawn...* lbelieve this should do. Feel free to rate it.lt was entirely off the top of my head when l did it, so l didn't bother with creativity or grammar. But i'll let you decide the outcome.

 

APPLICATION:

Username: Tempest Dahlia

Favorite books: Night, by Elie Wiesel; Artemis Fowl series, by Eoin Colfer

[spoiler=Here's a little something l came up with in my club. It's a bit short and it's unfinished; but it meets the requirements, l suppose.]

“I hate my job.”

Lucas complained silently to himself as he looked at the huge piles of paper neatly stacked on his desk. It was already night and he was ready to retire from his shift; it looked as if he would be working overtime. He wearily slid into his office chair and began looking at the papers before him.

 

Lucas was a very young, very handsome man with sapphire-colored eyes, caramel skin, and long, spiky, black hair that neatly rested on his shoulders. He wore a dark grey uniform that symbolized his high ranking within the National Police Reserve, and he was proud to be considered one of the best officers in the entire organization, which spanned across the entire world. However, due to the recent lack of inactivity within the criminal underworld, most officers, high and low, were bound to their offices, filling out reports, shredding paper…

 

He longed for a battle: He wielded a sword made of pure diamond, given to him as a gift for all his work during the time of the Unholy Riot (it was a war that l plan on explaining later). This sword was said to be the legendary Platinum Mirage, a widely sought after sword by criminal and adventurer alike. It rested next to the man’s legs under his desk, just in case he needed to defend himself at moment’s notice… which he highly doubted.

As he sat, tediously filling out his reports, an eerie air swept across him. What was this feeling all of a sudden?

 

“Maybe I’m just tired… or cold,” he said, peering at the stained-glass window that was wide open, letting air rush in. He got up out of his chair and strode across the room, his sword leaning against the wooden desk until he returned... He looked outside. At night, Japan was just… beautiful. Thousands of multi-colored lights painted the night sky in a multitude or colors that caught the eye and stimulated the senses. The smell of cherry blossoms wafted through the cool air. Even on the 40th floor Lucas could smell their enticing aroma.

But he didn’t have time for that now; he shut the window and began to walk back to his desk.

“Hello, Commander Lucas.” A malevolent voice sounded from the darkest corner of the room.

 

The young man almost jumped out of his skin. He ran to his desk with blinding speed, retrieving and unsheathing his sword faster than the naked eye could follow. Within the shadows of the nearest wall appeared a little boy. He wore black robes with various, violet symbols etched into his clothing. He held a very large, black tome.

“Oh, it’s just a child… how did you get in here?” Lucas asked, looking at the boy with curiosity. He resheathed his sword.

“My name is Eric,” the little boy said, his pomegranate-like eyes looking at the man before him with huge curiosity as well. “And this is my friend.” Out of the shadow appeared a very large, black figure. Various screws riddled the figure’s face. It wore robes just like that of Eric’s, and it appeared not to have any arms or legs.

This kid has a marionette with him? Lucas thought, suppressing a smile. He had nothing to worry about. “Maybe you didn’t hear me the first time kid-”

“My name is Eric.”

“-Eric…” the man corrected himself. “This is not a place for children. You must leave now. I will have a security guard escort you out.” He leaned over his desk and picked up his desk phone to dial a number.

“But l have something really important to say to you,” the boy said innocently.

Lucas looked at the boy, then the book he was holding, then the puppet behind him. What did he have to worry about? A nerd with a harmless mannequin behind him…

“Hurry up, child. You have one minute. Then you’re getting out of here, the nice way or the forceful way.”

Eric chuckled, his pale face twisting innocently into a smile. “Well Commander, I’m looking for a new toy to play with, and I believe you can help me with that…”

Eric’s eyes began to widen even more when he finally gazed upon Lucas’s sword. “That… that’s exactly what I was looking for! And I don’t have to go about searching any more!...”

 

The boy’s eyes shone with greed; a look that the young Commander was used to seeing in a criminal’s eyes. He gripped the hilt of his sword tighter. Suddenly, he didn’t want to speak anymore. “Alright, Eric. It’s time you and your little puppet there leave. Do we have to do this the hard way?

“So they did give it to you. Those foolish officials… giving it to such an arrogant waste of space such as yourself,” the boy continued despite Lucas’ order. “This is almost too easy… why didn’t I think of this before? It’s too late to delve on the past anymore…” the young boy looked at the Commander with eyes Lucas had never seen before on a child, yet at the same time, he looked so harmless…

 

“I said it’s time for you to go kid.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Eric replied coldly.

“Oh?” The Commander advanced toward the child before him, sword in hand, arm outstretched. “I beg to differ, little boy. You’ve chosen the hard way. I’ll be glad to help you out now.”

Lucas didn’t have time to react; the puppet that was so immobile before now had it’s cold, metallic claws around his neck, choking him. Where did the hands come from?

 

“Now, dear Commander…” The boy said with innocent glee. “I believe I’ll be taking your sword. However, I’m a very nice little boy, you see. I know your pride will not allow you to let me just leave here, and I know you’d rather be dead than to have to report to the higher-ups that your sword has been stolen…” with an innocent face and smile, the boy said, “So I’m going to kill you right here, to make sure you won’t have to go through that embarrassment!”

 

 

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