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What Will Be Our Febuary Piece of Litterature to Write as a Club?  

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  1. 1. What Will Be Our Febuary Piece of Litterature to Write as a Club?

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I wish I could write poetry. :( I epically fail at it.

 

I'm going to vote for The Pocket Watch, even though I'm not a big fan of either.

 

I've been trying to work on my Pokemon fic, but I have a bad case of writers block. I'm really not looking forward to posting it, since half of it is pure boringness. I'd rather skip it, but it's needed. *exasperatedsigh*

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Urk.

 

Pocket Watch is too long; it requires a couple chapters, and a short story is never divided in any way, shape, or form. Besides, the murder is highly unlikely.

 

Man on the Moon is just weird. The kid would have been caught by then. Besides, if he's gone for long enough that his uncle can be hospitalized without him knowing, how can he meet Neil Armstrong in any timely fashion?

 

Also, both are roughly the same, and I dislike the core concept in each.

 

Instead of voting for one or the other, I propose a new story idea, as I loathe both variations. Please forgive my blatant rip-off of The Lady, or the Tiger?; that's basically what short stories should be, IMO.

 

Suggestion Title: More Than a War

•Two brothers are told by their dying father that each shall inherit their own half of his kingdom

•One brother is good, the other evil

•The brothers are distant, and the evil one schemes to kill the good one

•Upon inheriting their kingdoms, the wicked brother declares war on the good brother

•Rebels protesting the war form their own military alliance and declare war on both kingdoms

•The good brother must decide whether to surrender and die or join forces with his evil brother

 

Discuss, improve, et cetera.

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Member Name: BludMonkey (can you tell me how to change it?)

Favorite Book*: Hellgate: London - Exodus

Do you prefer: Short Stories' date=' Comics.

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I would like to join. :)

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Favorite Book*: Lord of the Rings for me (Way better than the films) I'm currently reading a sci-fi series by Alastair Reynolds.

Do you prefer: Fan Fic, Short Stories, Novels.

 

[spoiler=Prologue to my Novel (From what I've read so far on this thread, it isn't that great by comparison)]“Surely you must be seeing the signs your Excellency,” said the messenger with just a hint of anxiety appearing in his voice, “The southern nations are readying their armies for attack and our spies have confirmed that...”

“I have heard enough!” roared the king, “All these arguments have been given to me a hundred times before, now you will listen to me! Go back to Mercia, and give the Senate this message, I will NOT willingly plunge this world into darkness by pre-empting a war that may never come. Now, leave!” he finished. The messenger from Mercia bowed to the king then allowed himself to be escorted out by the Palace Guards.

King Robal sat back down on his chair and let out a deep sigh. The messengers of Mercia had been harassing him for many months now. The nations in the south; Quaso, Quasa and De’eran, were apparently not only preparing to invade north into Mercia and the King’s nation of Ritanica, but also experimenting with extremely powerful and ancient magics. King Robal was an accomplished sorcerer himself, but he knew of no such tomes, books or spells that fitted the descriptions that had been reaching his ears and so he was loath to accept their existence.

He stood up again and crossed the great cavernous expanse that was the Palace Throne Room to the enormous window overlooking the city of Edengor. It was a calm and clear evening with a large, full moon and many stars dotting the night sky. As he looked down the side of the hillock that the castle was built on, past the small wood towards the city, he smiled. The light flickering of people’s fires coupled with the faint sound of their singing always managed to soothe his spirit. “I wish it could stay this way until the end of days...” however he knew in his heart that this would not be possible.

Suddenly, he heard an echo from behind him. “Who goes there?” King Robal said, “Show yourself!”

“You will wish you never said that,” an incredibly deep voice rumbled. A dark shape appeared into the moonlight. The King recoiled in fear as he realised the figure was not the shape of a man. “You should have allied with Mercia my ‘Lord’,” the voice growled.

“Why does that matter to you?” the King replied as he took another step back.

“Where you are going, it makes no difference!” the voice roared. The shape then disappeared from the King’s sight as a blinding, searing pain shot through his torso. He looked down to see scarlet blood pouring from a gaping wound below his ribs. With that image firmly fixed in his mind, he fell to his knees,

“Haj Du’ural...” he whispered and then he died...

 

 

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All accepted

 

Lord Davok' date=' taken off the accepting members list.

 

HarbringerEvil can now accept members.

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What? Why? Oh, let me guess, inactivity. I'm still racking my brains for a fan fic idea, but whenever I start writing I just go "Bleh, nevermind" and press Close. I've got an idea, and I'm going to work on it posthaste.

 

Also, The Hobbit FTW!

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