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«Oldest ‹Older 4001 – 4200 of 4680 Newer› Newest»I wrote the beginning of a story.
Elyra skidded to a stop. The wall was too high to jump and she couldn’t blow it up. She would have to stand and fight, or hide. She thought about it. If she fought, she would stand the chance of losing. It would definitely make her look weak. But if she hid, that would make her look like a coward.
She only had about ten seconds to make her decision. Hide or fight? She could hear its footsteps. She dived behind a large industrial waste container and slowed her breathing down. It came into the dead end and looked around, its body not moving, but its head turning 360 degrees on its neck. A long, flickering tongue slowly escaped its mouth and it hissed in frustration.
As long as she stayed still, they wouldn’t find her. (Salimo, as they were called, had no sense of smell. They hunted their prey purely by movement sense). Its head rotated once more, and it turned and ran back the way it had come.
*
Elyra plonked herself down into an armchair and sighed. She was tired and weary after a long day of running from Salimo, climbing walls and arguing with officials. After about thirty seconds she dozed off.
Then the doorbell rang and she sat up, startled. As she started down the hall, she yelled
“At this time of night! What do you want! Go aw-”
She opened the door and stopped midway in her sentence. Eight Salimos were staring at her. Their large black eyes seemed to say, “Don’t make a move or we’ll kill you”. She took two steps back and stumbled. She thought “Not again!” Now she turned and ran upstairs to her bedroom. She grabbed a bag and stuffed her special bulletproof clothes, a photo of her baby sister and a large pack of ammunition into it. Then she turned round and faced the Salimos.
“Not tonight, boys”.
Then she turned her hands into grenades and chucked four at the Salimos. She jumped through the window and ran like a cheetah into the woods. All this happened in about five seconds. She turned round to see her house blow up. Bits of wood, carpet and Salimo flew into the air. She ducked down and covered her head with her now-normal arms. After the shockwave flung her back a few metres, she got up and flung of her pajamas and pulled on her bulletproof pants, sleeveless tunic and knee-length coat.
She turned her hands into small fireballs and burnt her pajamas. Leave no evidence, make no friend’s.That was her motto.
Do you like it?
It took me about half an hour. i got it of the top of my head.
I like it :D
Sparky, I sent my story - the entire freaking thing - to you!
Yay ;)
I would offer to post my story, but... It would take forever. It even takes ME forever to read it!
How long is it?
Very.
6 Chapters. I have five of them posted - the sixth isn't quite finised yet, but it rocks - on my blog at http://valkyriesstories.blogspot.com/
same, i reakon the first chap of my story is too long fo this thing
And they aren't six SHORT chapters, either. They're full-on chapters.
mmm maybe mine short enough
ill put it here anyway
hang on
OOH WAKAKAKA!
Guys, i will be gone for a while because i'm going to read Val's story.
Sorry, I'm listening to Down With the Sickness. Just had to.
Ok! *is glad Johanna will be reading my story*
Nixion Strange punched the bag with ferocity only someone like him could muster. Someone with so much pent up anger, so much rage, that they would take it out on anyone who got in their way. That was a good description of Nixion.
He went for two low punches and a high one after. He didn’t want anyone predicting his moves in a fight, so he practised using different techniques. Then he hit the punching bag once. Twice. He forgot about being unpredictable, and just punched it again, and again and again. Every punch just made him angrier. Every punch brought back another painful memory. Punch. His kidnapping. Punch. The torture. Punch. The brainwashing. Punch. The murder.
Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes. Nixion roared and jumped at the punching bag. The rope connecting it to the ceiling snapped. He and the bag went rolling across the ground of his dojo. The bag never stood a chance. Nixion stoped rolling, and realised he was on top of the bag. He delivered devastating blows. In a matter of minutes, the bag was ruined.
Nixion got up, and panted. A few seconds later, he noticed he wasn’t alone in the room. Standing in the corner of the room, were his… friends.
There was Zathract Mist. Nixion just called him Mist, and he pissed him off to unbelievable amounts. He had once saved Nixion’s life, and he would never let him forget it. His black hair fell over his ears and back of his head. He had emerald eyes that would seem to look into your very soul. It was very… weird. He was a necromancer, an elementalist, and a person who viewed anyone as a ‘bad guy’ to be despised. Since Nixion used to be a ‘bad guy’, it was safe to say that that he and Mist argued. A lot.
Next was Kali Nole. She was the oldest here, a full sixty-two years old. Though, if you looked at her, she would only seem twenty-two. She had the odd adept ability to turn her hands into small weapons. Nixion had seen them become knifes, guns, and even a small bomb, which she threw at a group of sorcerers. Though they seemed to have a limit to the number of bullets, and bombs she could make. Knifes were by far the easiest to make, and her favourite. She had shoulder length gold hair, brown eyes, and had a good sense of humour.
After her was Thomas Phillips. He had the ability to bend metal with ease, as if it was tinfoil. His ability ranged from different types of metal. But he could bend, or brake, most metals. He was slightly younger, and shorter, than Nixion. Blue eyes and blonde hair, and wore what normal thirteen year olds would. He was a good fighter. One of the best. Still, Nixion was confident he could beat him. It would only take a single touch.
He shook these thoughts from his head and looked at the last person. At the end was Mahogany Reen. She was an old girl, to say the least. She loved to use magic in everyday life, but hated to use it in a fight, unless faced with no other option. She seemed intrigued by people’s personalities, and was, by far, the kindest of everyone here.
“Why are you guys here?” he asked, looking at each of them. Mist grinned, Kali pretended to pout, Thomas rolled his eyes and Mahogany frowned at him.
“Trouble,” said Mist, still grinning. “And you’re not gonna like it.”
"Trouble," Mist said, still grinning. "And you're not gonna like it."
By far one of the awesomest things Mist has said.
You like?
I like.
awesome
how's your one going?
Val, i just read the first chapter and it is GOOD!
I've thought up a story line AND a title for my book!
YAY!
You want to hear it?
Yes, you do.
But you have to ask me.
Ask...
...Please.
Thanks Johanna! :D
Its a good story Nix.
i wanna see it Mist
I haven't even completed the first chapter yet!
oh thank you johanna
hurry up with it
i wanna see the FIRST CHAPTER!
Ok, ok...
And a sneak peek from the next chapter:
“Look, I know you don’t like the sanctuary-“
“Yeah! Because last time I was here, they tried to kill me!”
just read the second chapter. very good
Thanks again :D
i like it as well
(i've already read it)
now going to read the third.
Nix, have you read up to chapter five?
yep
Now where is chapter 6? is it up yet?
Naw, chapter six isn't finished, but I can post what I have of it on here once Johanna has finished chapter five.
gooood
HURRY UP JOHANNA!!!
I've been waiting for Ch 6, Val. Is it up yet?
Read my last comment.
oh my god i am in love with Val's book.
*grins at Johanna's comment* Thanks.
All you people make me feel like an actual author... I love it! So very much! Derek, it must be so awesome to be you!
Hurry up, Johanna!
Val, what time is it where you live?
Why do i have to hurry up?
9:28. I'm in Washington. (Which explains why Ivy and Anomaly live here, too.)
Now it's 9:29 PM.
You need to hurry up because Val will put what she has of Ch 6 up here when you're done!
Ok i will read them all then tell you when im done.
Okay.
*grins* I think you guys are gonna like chapter six; particularly if you hate Saturnine.
GOTTA GO BYE!!!
sorry, my sister turned of the Wi-Fi
Awwww! Bye Sparky!
By the way, I love the part where Hayley stares at Ivy and says, "You're how old?"
bye Sparky!!
VAL E-MAIL, BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay!
ok, i finished chapter five!
Then get ready for Chapter Six! It'll take up a few comments on here, so you'll have to be patient!
can you post a bit of chapter six? Please?
Yay!
And yes, Val. I loathe Saturnine.
hey Mist, did you see my thing for chapter 2?
yay!!!!
Nix, you just brutally demolished half an army of zombies in a total blind rage of mindless slaughter.
Yeah, i do stuff like that
So you done with chapter 1 yet, or will i have to wait for tomorrow?
Yeah, that made me laugh. It should be more like:
"Look, okay? I know you don't like the Sanctuary much,-"
"Much? MUCH?! Last time I was here they tried to kill me! Your damn well right I don't like it much!!"
Are you leaving now?
Because if you are you'll have to wait for tomorrow. I'm not done yet but I am getting there.
CHAPTER SIX: ATTACK OF THE CUCUMBERS
They all immediately stepped back, reasonably wary. The mannequin things stopped, and Saturnine came closer, still smiling. Her red hair was wet from the rain, and her green eyes gleamed with what Ivy sensed as evil, although they seemed somewhat familiar.
Don’t teleport.
Ivy glanced at Anomaly. Why not? We should just leave.
Because, Anomaly responded, we need to get to the same place.
Fine. I won’t teleport. I’ll just claw her throat out and we can leave.
Don’t do that either!
Ivy sighed. As Saturnine came closer, her thoughts became easy to hear. Hello Ivy, hello Anomaly.
“Why don’t you speak so we can all hear you?” Ivy said, glaring. “Because if you insist we speak through thoughts, I assure you, I can kill you with mine. And I will.”
“Okay, then we’ll speak out loud.”
“Interesting army you’ve got there. Do you mind telling me what they are?”
“They’re mannequins.”
“I see that. Is there a fancy name for them or anything?”
“Of course there is. They’re called…” Saturnine looked as if she was trying to think of something.
“I have an idea. They’re called cucumbers.”
“That’s not what they’re called.”
“I love your cucumber army, Saturnine. It looks so friendly and loving.”
“Stop it.”
“But they love you. You should show them some respect, at the very least.”
“I’m serious; Ivy, you had better stop it or I’ll kill you right now.”
“With what? Your cucumbers? Because they’re so incredibly terrifying.”
Ivy saw Audacious and Anomaly grinning, shoulders shaking, doing their best not to laugh. Saturnine, however, seemed furious about the entire thing. She observed the three of them for a moment. She looked as though there was something she needed to say, but thought of something else instead. “Well, I just wanted to know if you had any last words.”
“Before…?”
“Before I kill you with my army.”
“Ah. How lovely. I always thought I would die because of a cucumber. However, I usually expected it to lick my face off with its peel or something entirely rational like that,” Ivy responded with a grin.
Saturnine glared for a moment, then sighed. “Indeed. Death by cucumbers. So, any last words?”
“Oh, I have some,” Audacious said, his hand raised, looking at Saturnine. “Let’s see, what were they… Just, just give me a moment. Man, I had thought of them, just in case of the odd situation where I would need to know them… Wait another few seconds… Um… Oh yes. That’s right. I remember now. They were, ‘You should look behind you, moron’.”
Saturnine’s eyes narrowed and she turned around just as a ball of green energy hit her square in the face. Anomaly hurled another, and that one hit Saturnine in the stomach. Saturnine fell down, and stopped moving.
Ivy stared. “Does it always look that cool when I attack someone?” she asked Anomaly.
“I’d assume so.”
Ivy thought for a moment. “Saturnine is so easy to defeat. I bet she hates us.”
“Oh, she does. That’s for sure.”
“Yeah… Hey, why did she want you dead anyway?”
She hesitated. “That’s another matter.” Anomaly glanced around at the mannequins. “Damn… those are creepy.”
“Well, all vegetables are creepy. And murderous,” Ivy said. “By the way, I’m officially calling those things cucumbers. You should too. That way I know what you’re talking about, and you know what I’m talking about when I talk about those and when you’re talking about those cucumbers. I doubt we’ll ever talk about cucumbers, so when we talk about cucumbers we’ll always know what cucumbers we’re talking about. Do I make absolute perfect sense to you?” Audacious was about to respond, but Ivy cut in before he could. “I do? Do I? Are you positive? Entirely sure? One hundred percent? No doubt whatsoever? Are you completely sure—“
“Ivy!” Anomaly said abruptly.
Ivy looked over. “Yes, Anomaly?”
“Stop it!”
“Oh. Right. Sorry. Back to the situation of dealing with the cucumbers.”
hang on i'm changing it now
awesome!
oh, that is so awesome Val
Audacious looked at Ivy. “I never would’ve guessed that a feared assassin was so… random about everything.”
“No one would’ve. That’s what makes me so interesting. Well, that and every other thing about me, too.”
“Okay then…”
“Yes. That is okay. You know it is.”
“I’m just going to stop responding now.”
“Ivy, it looks like your cucumber friends don’t like us too much,” Anomaly said, “because they look like they’re about to attack us.”
“Is that so?” a voice said from behind them. They whirled around to see Saturnine getting to her feet.
“Can I please just kill her?” Ivy asked Anomaly softly.
“No, Ivy, killing isn’t very nice,” she replied in a whisper.
“Why do you think I care about nice?”
“Just shut up.” She raised her voice. “Hey Saturnine. I guess I didn’t hit you hard enough – want me to hit you again? Or Ivy could. I know she wants to.”
“I would enjoy that,” Ivy muttered.
“I wouldn’t, though,” Saturnine said. “Well, I’m just going to give my army – my not cucumber army – the order to attack you, then I’ll be leaving.”
“You won’t get very far,” Ivy pointed out. “Audacious is a vampire, so he’s really fast, and both Anomaly and myself can teleport.”
“I think I’ll give the order… Now!” Saturnine commanded, then pulled a small black ball with a button on it from her pocket. She pressed the button, then faded away, as if she had teleported. And then she was gone.
“How the hell did she do that?” Audacious asked Anomaly as the mannequins drew closer.
“There are only Seven Sorcerers,” Anomaly said as the three of them backed away, “but there are people who have a small degree of magic and there are objects that possess magical properties. That little ball was obviously one of them. And so are these cucumbers, as Ivy calls them.”
“Thanks for acting like a teacher, Anomaly. I always loved that when I bothered to go to school,” Ivy said sarcastically, then threw a ball of dark blue energy into the nearest mannequin. It exploded in a flurry of plastic shards.
Audacious nodded to her, impressed, then stepped forward and punched through one. He dropped the dead mannequin – just a piece of broken plastic now – and did the same to another. He continued in that pattern, punching through the things with his enhanced vampire-strength or whatever it was people called it now. He glanced at Ivy, knowing she was enjoying that she was finally killing something again, then got back to destroying the mannequins.
Anomaly and Ivy were unknowingly standing back-to-back, and were using all kinds of magical attacks. They were throwing balls of energy, making flame throwers with their hands, exploding things by merely touching them, and pulling mannequins apart by merely waving their hand, with Ivy’s attacks coloured in dark blue energy and Anomaly’s in green. Ivy was tearing the limbs off some, as well as heads.
The three of them demolished the army quickly.
“Well, those are some interesting cucumbers,” Ivy said after a moment’s silence.
“That’s for sure,” Anomaly answered. None of them spoke for a few minutes. “Why didn’t we teleport away?” Audacious asked.
“Because if we had, the mannequins would’ve attacked normal people, and they never would’ve been able to defend themselves. Unlike us,” Ivy answered, distracted.
“What?” Audacious and Anomaly said in unison.
Ivy’s head tilted. “What’s the big deal?”
“You… You said that as if you actually cared,” Audacious said. “And I know that I don’t know you all that well, but I know you well enough that you love it when people are unhappy and dying, not when they’re happy and living.”
She frowned. “You’re right. Since when do I care?”
“I don’t know, but it’s a weird change.”
cucumbers... *giggles uncontrollably*
And later on you should bring up a conversation between them about actual cucumbers! That would be hilarious!
And that was awesome, Val! xD
doubly awesome
Ivy shook her head. “I don’t care. I know I don’t. I could care less. I don’t know what made me say that.”
“Alright then. But I think I know something that you might care about at least a little bit,” Anomaly said.
“What is it?”
“Your arm.”
“My arm…?” Ivy glanced at her right arm. There was a huge piece of sharp plastic jammed into it, and it was covered in blood, but there wasn’t any blood trickling out whatsoever. “Hmmm…” she said.
“Uh… Doesn’t that concern you at all?” Audacious said, wondering if Ivy had even noticed it. “Because… Because your arm has a huge cut with plastic in it…”
“How come that isn’t, you know, bleeding?” Anomaly said, her voice seeming half curious, half suspicious.
Ivy looked at her but didn’t say anything. “It’s like when I asked about you and Saturnine,” she said at last. “It’s another matter.”
“Okay, fair enough. But I suggest that you get it out of your arm, at the very least.”
“Oh, that isn’t an issue in the slightest.” Ivy gripped the plastic with the fingertips of her left hand and yanked it out, leaving a hole in her arm. She put her hand over it, then, after a few moments, pulled it away. Her arm was completely healed.
Audacious stared. “How did you do that?”
“I’m a Sorcerer. I can do pretty much anything I want. You really need to remember these things,” Ivy said to him.
She turned the Wi-Fi off again!
That's all I have for now, unfortunately! I'll have more soon, though!
triply awesome
*laughs* Thanks.
it is awesome
you are a really good author!
Thanks again, you guys! And Johanna, just for the record, being called an author makes me so happy I can't explain it! :D Do you think I could publish it once it's done?
Ah, my original picture is back.
*shakes with laughter on desk*
*looks at Mist curiously, then takes a step back catiously*
yes. maybe you could get in contact with a proper publishing company...
It depends on how long it ends up being because for some reason publishers seem to need a long. But it definitely has potential! And I would buy it. :)
By the way, Sparky's zombie story has Ivy as a character in it and Sparky made Ivy really act the way she's supposed to, just without the stress of Saturnine. It's a really good story. And Ivy's violent in it.
*wonders why Mist is shaking with laughter*
*whacks him on the head to see if he is still sane*
It'll end up being long, don't worry.
yeah, it needs to be at least... i think 20 000 words for it to be a full story
do think i should keep writing my story that i posted earlier? if you guys think i should, i will.
I think you should!
20,000? Well, I'm already at 13,660 words. 20,000 shouldn't be all that hard.
*looks up and Jo*
You should know by now that I'm insane. Everyone should, even if Val's more insane than I am. See Val, I admitted it!
But that's good, I think it will get published when its done and long.
*at
Okay! I will try and keep writing!
You're damn right you admitted it!
*looks at Mist* I forgive you; and no longer specifically dislike you, since you admitted that I was more insane and that you keep saying nice things about my story.
Sorry, i was posting the first chapter of my story on my blog
sorry for whacky you on the head, Mist.
im also writing another story
It's called the Hunted
Not SP related
Thanks Val! *beams*
And it's Ok, Jo. I'm used to being whacked on the head. Mostly its me that whacks it...
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oh well, i had the last one
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Hehehe. There's a line of firsts.
I dedicate this page to everyone who reads my story (which, so far, everyone seems to love), and to cucumbers.
All you little cuumbers in the world, thank you for letting me subsitute your name for the mannequin army thing. Actually, you didn't have a say in the matter, but thank you anyway. And I swear, Ivy will kill you, so please fear her. It'll be better if you do. Also fear ME, little cucumbers, because without me, Ivy wouldn't exist, seeing as how I made her up and her personality is based off of mine.
And to Derek, naturally, because he ROCKS.
Nix, i just read chapter one of your story, and its really good!
thanks
does anyone wan to read the proulouge of the hunted? I think you read it already Val
i do i do i do!!!
Lol. And yes, Nix. Put it up on your blog.
hang on
http://nobodyisblogging.blogspot.com.au/
Go Now
i wrote it a few years ago, so it's a bit... well, it's not my best piece of work
Cool.
cool. a little confusing, but cool!
it's mean to be confusing, it's from a cats point of view
Later on, it explains it a little better
im going to go now and finish writing chapter one of my story.
Bye!
K, have a nice time writing
And Mist, when will you be don, cause i can't stay on all night like yesterday
Bye! I think I'll continue my story, too, but I'll still be here.
bye Johanna!
*finds a needle in the carpet* *frowns* That can't be a good thing... It probably explains a ton of inijures, though...
i was found a cat under my bed. He wasn't a very happy cat
i once found a cat, sorry
That... That sounds interesting.
what, the cat? he jumped on my bed, and then on my head (sorry about the rhyme) he strachted me so much... Owwwwww
My cat never scratches me. She just licks my face until I shove her away.
trade cats? My one is kinda cute...
But Evil!
No way! I love Clara (my cat) so much! I have pics of her posted on http://bringingskulduggerytothemasses.com/ on one of the posts... She's adorable!
I have a dog who has terrible eye sight and I swear he's as mad as you are, Val.
my cat is either attcking you, or scared of you
Stupid thing
by the way Mist, for the story, do you know who are the grand mages in Australia?
Oh, yeah.
I'll show you, Nix.
Sorry, I was fixing the blankets on my bed.
“Detective Mist,” the Grand Mage said. Zathract didn’t remember his name. “Take a seat.” He gestured to a seat in front of him.
“I’m fine standing.” Zathract replied politely and the Grand Mage shrugged.
“They’re quite comfortable, but your loss.” Zathract silently laughed, amused. “Now, I assume you know why you have been summoned here?”
“Not in the slightest.” Zathract replied, quite bewildered that the Elders expected him to know why he was where he was.
“Oh, wait, I read it wrong.” The Grand Mage said, scanning something Zathract couldn’t see. “Yes, sorry, I’m supposed to say “I assume you don’t know why you’re here.”
“Good,” Zathract said, laughing again on the inside. “Because I don’t.”
“You do know why you’ve summoned here then?”
“No,” he said. “I’m quite oblivious as to why I am here.”
“You don’t know why you’re here?”
“No.”
“We summoned you.”
“I know that.”
“So you do know why you’re here?”
“I don’t know why you’ve summoned me here.”
“You’re confused?”
“Yes.”
“So you’ve been summoned here, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Did you know that?”
“Know what?”
“Sorry?”
Zathract said nothing for a moment, absolutely bewildered before he realized that the two Elders on either side of the Grand Mage were trying to hold in their laughter.
“Oh.” He said, now smiling. The three Elders composed themselves and looked down at Zathract again. “Are you usually this silly?”
“Silly?!” boomed the Grand Mage in fake anger. “How dare you call us silly!” Zathract shook his head.
“Meaning no disrespect, Grand Mage, but I would like it if we got down to business. I have a feeling there are more Zombies for me to slaughter.”
“Ah,” the Grand Mage said looking only a bit disappointed. “Of course. Now, I assume you know why you’ve been summoned here?”
“We’re not starting this again.” Zathract said firmly.
“Ah…okay then. Now, Zathract Mist, you have been summoned here because we feel that your detective work has been...we feel that you should not continue your line of work unless you get yourself a partner.”
Zathract was silent.
“…I’m sorry, what?” Zathract asked, now recovered from his moment of stun. “You think I need a partner?”
“Yes.” The Grand Mage said. “You have been almost killed many times before, still alive only due to a combination of dumb luck, your protective clothing made by Kassd None and Slayn Redeem. You need someone to help you.” Zathract sagged slightly.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Oh. I was hoping it was another joke.”
“As amusing as you may have found it, we are dead serious.” This was amusing to Zathract as well as the Grand Mage’s laugh still hadn’t left his face entirely.
“And I’m assuming you have one for me?”
“Not at all,” the Grand Mage said. “It’s up to you who you take, but we want you to get yourself a partner.”
“It this it?”
“This is it.”
“May I leave?”
“You may leave.”
you're a funny writer
*trips on the junk on the floor* *smacks head into the wall on the way down* OW!
Aren't I just?
did that really just happen to you Val?
If so, r u ok?
She's fine; it happens quite often.
My cat Leo is very sweet. He spent the whole day sleeping today.
I'm fine. I THINK that happened. Either way, I tripped and my head hurts like hell, but that's probably because my entire body hurts from gym earlier... And I smacked my head into the wall, for real, yesterday. And the day before that. And a couple of days before that, I smacked my head into a metal bar. And yesterday I did something that clearly hurt my wrist, and something that hurt my knee, and then I did something that messed with my back, and had a huge gash on my shoulder that barely healed a few days ago, and... *lists about a billion other things on how I've gotten hurt in the last few days*
Hello again, Johanna.
*thinks* Then there was the time when a mirror slashed across my throat. And when I put my hand through a window. And... *continues once again*
sorry, i was writing
Hi Johanna
I've written a little more. And Val, I was wondering, how many words are in your chapters. Cause i'm not sure when to start my second one.
At the moment i've got 589 words.
You know Val, you're exactly like me...only more extreme.
start the second when the first finishes
Seriously, cahpters can be anylenght you want. My first chapter is only one page, but my second is 3 or 4... so far
brb
Ok. I just wasn't sure.
I usually range my chapters from 2,000 - 2,500 words.
*looks at arm and sees a cut* *sighs and doesn't even bother to wonder how it got there*
irb
Hello?
yes, im here
Ah. Ok. Just wondering.
yep
how's the writing going?
I think I've written, like, one sentence.
Well, i just made my first post on my blog, so if you guys could be kind enough to look at it...?
so, not very well then
same here. Im trying to explain something complicated, with out going into a lot of detail
I'm trying not to pass out.
cool Johanna
*remembers something else* Oh, and there was the time that I tripped with so much force my nail was shoved into my finger hard enough to bleed. All over my hands.
and yes, passing out might be a bad move
i've spranined both my anlke's about seven times, but never broken one
Ow. Val, you seem to hurt yourself ALOT!!!!
I broke my wrist when i was nine and i had a full-on cast from my thumb to my shoulder.
Like I said. Me but way more extreme...
Nix, first chapter's almost done.
i have to go soon, so HURRY UP
but no pressure, you know
Yes, I hurt myself alot.
i once punched a tile wall
OWWWWWWWW
I've never gotten hurt badly enough that someone has taken me to a hospital, though, because when I get hurt I don't cry.
So everyone thinks I'm fine....
I punch people. But they're wearing these padded suite things... Does that still count?
Neither do i
one of the times i sparained my ankle at school, the teachers asked why i wasn't crying, and i just sad i wasn't
i mean suit.
i just SAID i wasn't
(damn, i hate typing)
Oh, I punch people just in general. Like when I punched my brother in the face. But I usually slap people more often.
i didnt cry when i broke my arm
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