The End; The Beginning

This is it! The end of the month has come! The end has come, but that means the beginning is here! Our many, many adventures await! Tomorrow is the start of October-
[or it could be today, depending on whether you live in the northern or southern hemisphere...]
-and, of course, that means we begin writing!
“If we have to say what writing is, we would define it essentially as an act of courage.”- Cynthia Ozick
I know every single one of you has that amazing courage, and I love seeing it so often!


I'm really happy so many of you joined. I wish others could have, wanted to, had time to, or simply had been around to at least hear of the idea. Alas, it was not to be. Still, though, I'm highly encouraged and cheered at the many of you that are here with me. Thank you so much for taking the time and committing yourselves to do this with me.
I do want to particularly thank Legolas for helping me with it all and discussing ideas with me and helping me be ever more excited with SPG-United. Thank you so much, Lego :D
I'd also like to especially thank Kallista. She's always been and always will be a marvelous encouragement to everyone, and I'm so glad she not only joined, but was the first to do so. Your participation here with us, Kallie is a blessing. Thank you :]
Now, a quick shout out to JAFFA and whomever's email starts with CAT.CHASER [sorry I don't remember who you are]. The two of you have yet to accept your invites. I hope to see y'all around soon.


Anyway, enough of this formality.
~throws purple confetti everywhere~
WHO'S READY TO WRITE? :D
And those of you who probably think you're completely and utterly unprepared, you are incorrect! Because you, my fine friends and comrades, you have something far greater than a written plan! You, all of you, have you're brilliant and beautiful minds, and I just know you'll create something amazing!
So, let's have some FUN, and let's WRITE!! :D
A great man once said...,
"LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!"



The first part of my in-progress Skulduggery story

I was in the house, in my room like always, listening to some of my favorite White Stripes songs when there was a terrible scream. That was it- my life turned around by one sound. If Dad hadn't have screamed then I'd never have gone down to see what it was, and I'd never have seen his murderer- a tall, dark man with twinkling eyes and a terrible expression of hatred on his face. He held a gun at my Dad's bleeding head and all I could do was scream and run away. I'd never seen a gun before. We lived in a part of the world where there's no sorcerers or magic for miles and we were just living peacefully when he was just... there, with a gun to my head. My heart was absolutely pounding and my thoughts were racing. Black tears were streaming down my pale face. My own Dad! Now gone forever. I should have ran for the door but I wasn't thinking straight. I remembered how hard it was for Dad to catch me while we played tag in the house together if I ran up the staircase...

So that's where I went, straight to my room up the staircase and he was right behind me. Terror was stealing my breath and I almost tripped but then slammed the door. White Stripes classics were still blazing down the CD player at me. I felt him tap the door while I pushed against it and my heart lept. He was inches away and all that stood between us was a small wooden door. What if he was an Elemental and could take the door and me apart just by pushing at nothing?
          "I want you to do me a favour..." he began but then there was a crash and Kip was there, beyond the door. The first time I saw him, I saw a handsome hero come to rescue me. He looked about seventeen, which is how old I am, and I could only watch from the now open doorway as the favour asking man wiped blood from his mouth. "Darkos. Again."he growled. "It's always you!"
          "That's because I can stop you" Kip's opponent's voice was smoother than anything, and always seemed to be calm. He never got out of breath and the blood down his throat didn't seem to bother him. Kip's voice was colder, harsher, and got straight to the point.
          "Pah!" The favour-asking man spat on my carpet. I was going to yell but this wasn't the time. "You haven't stopped me yet"
          "That's because I never get round to it." he smiled slightly and I found myself staring at his perfect lips. "You talk too much" With a frustraited growl and a glare, the favour asking man lept and Kip waved his dagger. Shadows formed a sort of wall that enveloped the man, crushing him beneath it and pinning him. Kip turned to me and didn't say a word. He just grabbed my wrist and we were hurtling through the window, the shadows guiding us down. There were two reasons I didn't want to let go. The favour asking man was the second one.
         Angelista Skaa was there with a fireball in hand, hurling it at the favour asking man. The favour asking man dodged by spinning in midair then dropped heavily to the ground, scuttling away. On the drive to Kip's, they introduced themselves and the favour asking man, who turned out to be Karx Epo. They didn't tell me where we were going or why they had helped or what exactly they wanted with me when I asked, but Angelista told me thy may be watching. Yeah, helpful.

I was in the house, in my room like always, listening to some of my favorite White Stripes songs when there was a terrible scream. That was it- my life turned around by one sound. If Dad hadn't have screamed then I'd never have gone down to see what it was, and I'd never have seen his murderer- a tall, dark man with twinkling eyes and a terrible expression of hatred on his face. He held a gun at my Dad's bleeding head and all I could do was scream and run away. I'd never seen a gun before. We lived in a part of the world where there's no sorcerers or magic for miles and we were just living peacefully when he was just... there, with a gun to my head. My heart was absolutely pounding and my thoughts were racing. Black tears were streaming down my pale face. My own Dad! Now gone forever. I should have ran for the door but I wasn't thinking straight. I remembered how hard it was for Dad to catch me while we played tag in the house together if I ran up the staircase...

So that's where I went, straight to my room up the staircase and he was right behind me. Terror was stealing my breath and I almost tripped but then slammed the door. White Stripes classics were still blazing down the CD player at me. I felt him tap the door while I pushed against it and my heart lept. He was inches away and all that stood between us was a small wooden door. What if he was an Elemental and could take the door and me apart just by pushing at nothing?
          "I want you to do me a favour..." he began but then there was a crash and Kip was there, beyond the door. The first time I saw him, I saw a handsome hero come to rescue me. He looked about seventeen, which is how old I am, and I could only watch from the now open doorway as the favour asking man wiped blood from his mouth. "Darkos. Again."he growled. "It's always you!"
          "That's because I can stop you" Kip's opponent's voice was smoother than anything, and always seemed to be calm. He never got out of breath and the blood down his throat didn't seem to bother him. Kip's voice was colder, harsher, and got straight to the point.
          "Pah!" The favour-asking man spat on my carpet. I was going to yell but this wasn't the time. "You haven't stopped me yet"
          "That's because I never get round to it." he smiled slightly and I found myself staring at his perfect lips. "You talk too much" With a frustraited growl and a glare, the favour asking man lept and Kip waved his dagger. Shadows formed a sort of wall that enveloped the man, crushing him beneath it and pinning him. Kip turned to me and didn't say a word. He just grabbed my wrist and we were hurtling through the window, the shadows guiding us down. There were two reasons I didn't want to let go. The favour asking man was the second one.
         Angelista Skaa was there with a fireball in hand, hurling it at the favour asking man. The favour asking man dodged by spinning in midair then dropped heavily to the ground, scuttling away. On the drive to Kip's, they introduced themselves and the favour asking man, who turned out to be Karx Epo. They didn't tell me where we were going or why they had helped or what exactly they wanted with me when I asked, but Angelista told me thy may be watching. Yeah, helpful.



For more, go to:

http://kaliamist.blogspot.com/2011/09/making-new-friends.html

part 3:

http://kaliamist.blogspot.com/2011/09/sanctuary.html

part 4:

http://kaliamist.blogspot.com/2011/09/jail.html

part 5:

http://kaliamist.blogspot.com/2011/09/vladican-drab.html

part 6:

http://kaliamist.blogspot.com/2011/09/practise-makes-perfect.html

part 7:

http://kaliamist.blogspot.com/2011/09/time-of-rest.html

part 8:

http://kaliamist.blogspot.com/2011/09/angelistas-secrets.html

As Far As I've Gotten

So, I usually write a few pages first before writing any plot, to get to know the characters. This is what came out of my emotionally wrecked brain. It's two A4 pages exactly.
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  As I watched humankind die, I didn’t know what to do. Save them? After what they’d done, they should be tortured with every method known. Kill them? I was one of them. I couldn’t do that. Watch it? It was disgusting. Impossible. Leave? The only thing to do. But as I walked away from the end of humankind, I knew I had to help. Did I hate them? Yes. Did I care for them? No. But I had to help.

  The sound of metal on metal echoed throughout the alleyway. Two men, one teenage boy with spiky black hair, lightning blue eyes, and a muscular chin, and a man, his long greasy hair plastered to his scalp, his dark green eyes focused on the sword in his hand, and his ugly snarl showing his yellowed teeth were moving incredulously fast, swiping and poking swords at each other. It was obvious from the looks on their faces that it was a life or death battle.
  The teenager dodged a fist from the man and ran to the wall behind him. He kicked his foot off the dirty wall, and jumped, flipping himself in the air, landing behind the man. He swiped his clean metal sword and it ripped through the man’s jacket, slicing his back. The man screamed and spun around, his own sword flashing at the teenager with such speed it was near impossible to see. It stroked the wrist of the teenager. He dropped his sword.
  The teenager grabbed his wrist and closed his eyes in pain. But he couldn’t give up. He went to pick up his sword but the man kicked him away with his torn boot.
  “Gepard Valk, on his knees,” the man chuckled,” I never thought I’d see the day. And me, of all men. You are such a strong Elemental, yet my binder seems to have taken all your power from you. A mere bat skin, some trankins, and a ring from Acridon.”
  The man went down to his knees and dipped his head an inch from Gepard Valk’s.
  “Such a pity that your life has been so short. Seventeen. I’m actually kind of sorry to do this, but you did kill my sister.”
  “She killed thirty innocent humans. She needed to die, Sarthacus,” Gepard Valk said, his voice soft, yet deep.
  “Don’t call me that!” Sarthacus spat.
  Sarthacus got up and turned away, his head rising as he looked into the night sky.
  “I know she needed to die.. That doesn’t mean I approve of it. I hate you for what you did. I’m not going to kill you anymore. You can stop running, because I won’t be chasing you,” the man said, a tear rolling down his face onto his lip.
  “Thank you. And I know you hate me, you have a right to.”
  Gepard silently stretched out his hand and grabbed his sword. He stood up and poked it into the back of the man’s neck.
  “I didn’t say that I wouldn’t kill you,” Gepard said through clenched teeth.
  “Ah.”
  “Like your sister, you’ve taken innocent lives. Too many of them.”
  “Well yes, but the thing is…”
  Then Sarthacus jumped, and kept going up, until he reached the top of the building above.
  “The thing is, I’m more powerful than you!” He called down.
  As Gepard left the alley, he bent down to pick up Sarthacus’s sword. A word was etched onto the side of the blade: Savion. Gepard had heard that name somewhere before, but from where, he couldn’t remember.
  He tucked the sword into the inside of his trench coat, along with his own, Gadior. The word was something that had always stuck in his head. Gadion. It meant something, but he couldn’t remember what. It seemed he couldn’t remember a lot since the accident in Kartan.
  He had been battling in The War Of Mages. Alongside his friend Otar, he thought he was indestructible. He had been wrong. A troop of enemy sorcerers attacked them, two against fifty. Obviously, they were taken down. Luckily, Gepard was saved by one of the most powerful mages in the world. Gongtik Jaccore. He killed the fifty sorcerers with ease. His powers aren’t well known, and Gepard wasn’t awake to see what had happened. Gongtik himself had told Gepard what had happened. He also told him that Otar had died after the sorcerers had attacked him even after putting both him and Gepard unconscious.
  After that, Gepard had to retire from The War. Luckily, a little while after he had retired, The War ended. At the time he had been disappointed in himself, retiring at the age of sixteen for a War that could have led the world into it’s darkest days ever.
  He walked the streets of Kerry to his car. On his license it said he was nearly nineteen. It was true that it was nearly his birthday, but he was going to be eighteen, not nineteen. He opened the door to his lightning blue Aston Martin DBS and took the keys from his pocket. He barely ever locked the car. He sat into the right side, driver’s side. The leather seats rested his back ever so nicely. He turned the key and accelerated away to his house.
  The night was cold, and the moon shone full overhead. As Gepard drove, he could feel the power and speed of the car as if they were one. He moved the gear stick with no effort.
  He lived in the country, away from city nonsense.

Spoiler Alert!

         
                       Here's a page or so from my book.
          Also; I've already rewrote this in my book. So I'm kinda not revealing anything.
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                 It wasn't much of a fight.
                 They grabbed me, and as they pulled me through a dark hallway, I imagined various heroic and brave displays I could perform when we reached whatever destination they desired. I had just finished a performance in my head where I strongly wrench myself out of their grasp, then enter myself into a fight in which I kicked and punched many of them very hard. Leaving myself the brave, fearless winner.
                It didn't exactly go that way.
                One of them kicked open a door, and shunted me into a brilliantly white room. Instead of the witty, snappy comment I imagined myself saying, I heard a small, pathetic whimper escape from my mouth. If my visualizations were people, they'd all be staring at me in disbelief.
                With a rough hand on either of my shoulders, they pushed me down into a chair, and I started to hyperventilate. Breathing sharply, my knees banged into each other with a soft whump. I thought I was feeling the worst of it, until the tall woman walked in.
                My heart slammed into my spine as I stared shamelessly. She had sleek dark hair that hung down to her shoulders, and horrid pink glasses that matched her long, sharp nails. Her outfit, posture, and manner reeked of business, and when her lined ruby eyes settled down on me, I felt my breathing stop.
               She frowned. "Why are you holding her down?" I figured it was for the men, but even if it wasn't; I was in no state to do anything other then stare. I felt a man shift behind me, and heard,"We didn't want her to escape..." He trailed off, rather foolishly, and stopped talking.
             The woman smiled apologetically at me. "Very sorry, my dear. Let her go." When the hands didn't release me, she lost her smile, and snapped,"Now." I felt the hands let go of my shoulder, and I tried to sit up straight in my chair. I probably looked like I had a spinal disorder.
              Now, the woman looked down and sat in her own chair. Once she was settled, she smiled at me again. Before she could speak, though, I found my voice and blurted,"Why am I here?"
             The woman wagged a slender finger at me,"Now, now. Manners. Ask me my name." She waited.
              I felt irritation bubble on my face, and tried to reply as nastily as I could in this situation, and snapped,"Honestly, I don't give a damn about your name." I was almost proud.
             If my retort had angered her in any way, she definitely didn't show it. When she spoke, her words were smooth.
"Very well. My name is Miss Watson. I know your name, of course."
            My reply was lost on my tongue. I just watched her. She continued.
"Yes. You, my dear, are a very special girl." I found my voice again. "Oh yeah? How so?"
            Miss Watson finally lost her placid smile. The tiniest frown set on her lips. I allowed myself a feeling of fierce satisfaction.
"What do you mean, 'how so?'"
            I narrowed my eyes. "I mean; How. So. Is that too complicated for you?"
"What I mean, is do you not know?"
"Not know what?"
"Not know that your special?"
         I sensed an opportunity, and I took it. I raised my eyebrows thoughtfully,"Well, my mother always did say I was special--"
"Think your smart, do you?", growled Miss Watson.
I shot her a smile, and felt my courage mounting. "Yes. I must say, I do."

ALRIGHT MAGGOTS, GET THOSE BRAINS WORKING!!!

Lilith needs YOU to help her!!! You must all remember EVERY SINGLE NAME of EVERY SINGLE PERSON that you know that comes on the chat/blog!!! You must comment NOW! If you remember more that you didn't previously put in a comment, then PUT IT IN ANOTHER ONE!!! If someone else has already done all of your names, then FIND SOME MORE!!! Now, GET TO WORK SOLDIER!!!!!!!!!

I've set this off for much to long

  OK, a lot of you have commented on my story draft (see below-Viviannas Story) and said you would like to be in it. I'm delighted, and honored, but there is one problem. Names.
  NOTE: I am making your apperance WHATEVER I WANT. I do not care what your O.C. looks like.
  So, uh, I need to come up with some fake names for those of you who commented. So far I have;
   Gepard Valk- I'm gonna' keep your name. Good evil name.
   Skyril- Your names gonna' be Winter. You'll know why if you read down...;)
   Octa- Oliver
   Lillith- Keeping name
   Ayesha- Hazel
   Dogs Like Bones- Max. Max can be a girl name to!
   Kallista
   N.J.-Keeping name
   Mar Chu- Riley
  Darkane
  Rachel- Keeping name
  Thaila- Alexandra
  Venice-
 So, those are them. If you would like to be in my story, The Meliorate Project, please comment your character status (good or bad)
 And Octa, Ayesha, Kallista, Darkane, please comment the names you would like in the story. They need to be slightly normal. :)
  I'm going to post the powers of the people listed above. Note; In this book, magic is something stemmed from the Genetic Code in the DNA. I can't explain because I don't want to spoil, but here are the powers.
  Valeria Maddison Nuit- (My character. Main) Controls nature. Nothing more to it.
  Gepard- Sorry, but you don't have any in this particular story. Your a soldier of the army, and one that is in charge of Cell 713.
  Skyril- Aha! I have figured it out! Your power is, you can freeze the moisture in the air. BAM!
  Octa, or Oliver- You, my friend, can turn into pretty much any animal. But it's a rather painful process.
  Lillith- I got the idea from the mythical creatures Sirons. You can screech and knock people out cold, but you can only do it for minutes at a time.
  Ayesha, or Hazel- You can see through walls and solid objects. You can see through people, and almost anything.
  Dogs Like Bones, or Max- You can make objects fly to you.
  Kallista- You can feel peoples mood through their thoughts. You can't really read their thoughts, but you can sense if someones feeling hostile, or peaceful, etc.
 N.J.- You can talk to animals. Whenever your outside, they, like, flock you.
 Mar Chu, or Riley- You can screw with the force of Gravity. You can't completely make it disappear, but you can lessen it in certain places and sort of float.
 Darkane- Yours is fun. You can melt. Like, really, melt. So you can melt, go under doors, and then un-melt.
 Rachel- You can create a sort of force-field bubble. But it takes complete peace and concentration.
 Thaila, or Alexandra- You can run super super fast. Like, a blur.
 Venice- You can blend in with your surroundings. Like, a lizard thing. Watchamicallitt. Cameleon.
   Just so everyone knows, those listed above are all going to be in the little group of Gifted kids that refused to help with the Meliorate Project, blah blah blah, and I can have, like, a couple more people in it. Bad guys, are probably going to be  soldiers in the army, blah blah blah, don't want to spoil everything. I'll just say this is the first time I sat down and planned for a book, instead of just running into writing. Like, I usually just come up with things as I go on. Not this time. (Has anyone else noticed that I say 'like' a lot?)
  One more thing. I need advice on whether I should write in First-Person or Third-Person. If you could all be so kind as to comment little pro's and con's on writing in either one, I would be most grateful.
  So yes, that's all I have to say. (For now)

Wow....We're all crazy lunatics.

     Has anyone else looked at this blog and all the posts and all the comments and just grinned? Because I do that. I do it all the time. I can't wait 'till Writing Time.
     But anyways, I felt the need to write this because now that everyone's posting their story lines, maybe we should set some ground rules. I can't make you follow them, but they're for your satisfaction :)
     (I realize that these 'ground rules' have already been presented. I just want them to look official-like)
        Writing Norms;
            1. Try, like, not to post everything about your story...A small summary of the plot is fine. I say this, because Gepard has kindly pointed out that if we post everything about our wonderful stories we won't be able to get them published! And that, is a very sad idea.
           2. Follow rule Number 1
           3. And, er, Yeah.
      Wow this is a small post. Eh, well, whatever.
       P.S. I'm still here. Hi! 

TITLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am in the mood to think of titles... SOMEONE COME UP WITH SOMETHING THAT NEEDS A TITLE!!!!!!!!!! XD Seriously though, if you need titles, PLEASE ask me, 'cause I'm dying to come up with something... -.- LOL I'm using all of Aquila's faces now! ^^ But yeah, back to the subject... Uhh... my best in ANYTHING when it comes to writing (i.e. titles, just stories, movie reviews etc.) is always horror, but I can do other stuff! ;) Laters! Keep writing!!! :D

Well, Everyone Else is, I might as well too.

Okay so, basically,It's about a girl called Ellisia.
She witnesses her parents being brutally murdered when she was 6 years old.

Now, she is fourteen and she is is starting secondary school. She befriends an outcast called, Bronagh. They become really close and learn that they have much in common. (You will find out during the story).
Then one night Bronagh does something terrible and confides in Ellisia what it is. Soon they are fighting to keep it a secret, but how long will it last? And what will happen if it doesn't work. Their lives are put in even greater danger when they uncover shocking information about the murder of Ellisia's parents. Will their friendship survive these trials? Or will they be torn apart?
They both have secrets, they trust each other, but how much?

Chan's Storyline

Ok, so, basically, a baby from a strange world is dropped through a rift in space and time and it ends up in our world. so, it gets put in an orphanage and grows up to be a normal boy and then a normal teenager, but thats when things start to get weird, he develops the abilities to warp reality and create rifts in the fabric of time, who is he really?

I know, small plot right? but a lot can be done with it

*waves*

I should post a synopsis first, I know.
But I'm sleepy and feel weird, so I want to post this now =P
THIS IS FROM LAST YEAR. Or so.


Alena raised her head, and stared out of the window, at the low sunlight it currently framed. “Call them into the right room. Tell me when everyone is there, I’ll be along then. Alastair, please, do what you do best. It’s a long shot, but at least they’ll be in a slightly more positive mood. Alexi, go with him and help set up.” Alexi just gave her a quick silent hug of support before leaving without a second glance, and Alastair placed his hands on her shoulders, covering hers, in an attempt to reassure his sister
“Alena...”
“I know” a flicker of understanding in their faces, then with a squeeze from Alistair and a weak smile from Alena, Alastair followed Alexi’s example. Alena stayed as still as marble, her head turned to the window, lost in thought.
Elise stayed silent, enraptured, before being almost dragged away by Curor.
Alena moved silently past the bookshelves to the window, placing her fingertips and forehead against it, hoping that the icy glass would soothe her mind. Why was she so confused? So lost? Why couldn’t she find the answer, the perfect scheme? She hadn’t felt like this since she was so young. She smiled at the thought of all those days exploring, enjoying her life, revelling in the freedom, attempting to find her raison d’être. With... him...
It hit her then. The clue she hadn’t even noticed had existed, but her subconscious had been playing with since she’d tried her best not to hear it. She pushed away from the glass and the sun, just forcing its way into the sky, and sprinted to what she now knew was needed. 


Oh, HAI. Its Venice, btw.

MY TURN :)

Oh well, here goes.

Girl wakes up from a coma. She can understand what she's told, whatever blah things. She's told that she was involved in a car crash, and that her parents are dead. But she says no, that's not possible, because she can see, out of the corner of her eyes that her parents are there. The doctor sends her for therapy, but it doesn't work. Over the course of the next two weeks, she starts to see and hear people that aren't there. Her friends think she's crazy and leave her. Finally, one day while walking home from school, alone, a man approaches and suddenly her vision darkens, like in the evening. She turns and runs, and the man corners her in an alley. His eyes are red and she can smell his breath. Suddenly he keels over and dies, and she looks up to see a shadow disappearing into the darkness, then it is bright again. She wishes she hadn't seen that, because after which, she is involved in a crime investigation group called Paranormal. This group investigates the things that civilians don't see everyday; the ghosts, the hauntings. Of course, as per plot line, she gets into tons of trouble, and she lives happily ever after.

Wrong.

There's a twist, but it's part of the story...


FEEL THE SUSPENSE.

Mar's Post!

Hello-o-o!

I'm writing this post when I really should be writing my story. I'm angry at this computer because it doesn't have a word document...thing, and when I'm trying to write it and then email it back to myself, its getting all funny with the wording. It's stupid, really.

I'm starting to write down my story NOW, BEFORE October, because really, quite frankly I need to write down my ideas immidietly or else they're just...lost...and forgotten...and that's a bit sad, don't ya think? (And I'm having too many ideas for JUST one book, and I'm already on the planning for book four. Go me~)

Yeah, well, some people have already heard me rant about my story topic on my blog (which really has turned into more of a blog for ranting then writing. I just like to write down my thoughts, or something like that...).

It's The End of The World As We Know It!

jk, jk, tha's not my topic. But it's a GREAT song. That may appear in my story. It'd be funny, I guess (no, seriously, its an awesome song. It lists a bunch of ways how the world could end).

Anywho, my topic is about the Digital Army, or D.A. for short. It's based on something that actually happened, but it's more fiction then fact, I guess (I'm guessing alot today. Hmmm...). It's about this army of-

Well, okay, looking back, I can find one scentance that pretty much sums up the topic of the book, that the main character says, that I can afford to share. And it is-


"Yeah, we're regular teenagers. I'd believe that. I'd believe that IF the Principal wasn't bent on destroying all that humankind has made and turning in into his own epmire. I'd believe that if we weren't trying to stop him, by forming a army that comes to life and is made from a computer program. I'd believe that if I wasn't a general to my own Unit. I'd believe that if he hadn't just ASSASSINATED someone. So sure, we're normal teenagers. But we're way cooler then any other normal teenagers. Plus, we're completely brilliant."


Yes. Okay well tht didn't EXACTLY sum up the entire plot, but I'm too annoyed with this keyboard to write anything more detailed.

(I just realized that I can affored to share this with you because I'll most likely change it later. Now if you excuse me, I need to go and get the better laptop)

(Ah, yes, and anyone who offered for me to use your character in my story, I may NOT use them in the story, beause I'm like to reserve rights to characters uncase I might want to ah...end their existence, so I'm keeping it to the origonal members of the D.A. [you know who you are, I'm sure])

If you would call it a "plot"...

I actually have an idea I like.

You may not know, but that's a strange concept for me. I made a few notes, but since I never know what one of my stories will turn into, I'm just going to give a short paragraph on the idea. I came up with it after thinking a little bit about Little Red Riding Hood. Okay, I was looking for a decent Little Dead Riding Hood Halloween costume, but that part doesn't matter. I'm struggling for a name though. Something along the lines of "I'm Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf", but it's too long.

The main character is called Eleanor. She's 16 and lost in the Woods. Everybody stays clear of the Woods, but nobody knows why. Maybe it's because of what happened 25 years ago. A body of a local teenager was found on the outskirts, mauled by an animal. The family grieved, but nobody looked into the Woods. Nobody ever has. So Eleanor hasn't been this deep into the Woods, but she knows where she is. What she doesn't know is that the trees can see her. Hear her. All but talk to her. And they're watching and listening. Then Will appears from deep within the vegetation. I'm not going to tell you who Will is, but you'll soon find out. The Woods feel guilty for what happened there. They blame themselves. But now Will has appeared. And they plan to rectify their wrongs.

It's not telling you much, I know. But that's the foundation, and I'll probably change things, and anything more I tell you could ruin any suspense I ever manage to make. Actually, reading some of your ideas, it sounds stupid and pathetic. But for now, it will do. And my storyline's and plots will get better, someday. I just wondered what the name Will/William meant, and it means Protector. That's actually pretty fitting.

Any comments appreciated. -- Loony Lunar :)

Octa's Story Line

Well. I was planning to keep my story line a secret. I'm certainly keeping all the twists and suprises secret. But since you all shared your story lines I feel like I should share mine. Well the bare bones of it. That's all I really have. Apart from the twists and surprises of course. Which shall remain secret. Anyway here it is.

The title of my novel is 'The Lost Continent'.

Basically the idea is what would have happened if the continents of North and South America had never existed? Not just the people who lived there but the actual landmasses. If a great big ocean stretched from the shores of Europe to East Asia with nothing in between?

Anway I have two main story lines so far. One follows James Calvin Washington, president of the USA's son and one follows Emanuel Schroder- an orphan who lives in London in the alternate world that has no America.

James' story follows him leaving a message for the people of the alternate world- telling them that the fabled continent of America is real and an idea of how to restore it. (He overheard the plan to remove it. Of course it was actually removed by malicious intent, not by some freak accident- I need evil villains you know?) Although it is sort of freak accidentish too.

Other story line follows Emanuel- who finds James message- fragments at least. He then starts noticing documents disappearing- villains removing evidence of America. His story is of his journey across the world after being thrown out of London- and both story lines the villains attempts to stop them.

The only other thing I'll mention is there is a superweapon called WODEN, a slave race building a secret thing (well not for me) in space, Asgard and the mysterious Institution of Injvar.

Oh and of course the Unified Swedish Autarchy is now the worlds main superpower.

Any details you want to know just ask in the comments and if I know the answer or if I know the answer and it isn't a secret then I'm happy to answer them.

I Really Am Gone Now...

I am sorry to say... I have been banned from the computer... I will most probably not be back for ages now :(

(Bells, the deal isn't off >:| (AND PLEASE DON'T SAY ANYTHING!!!))

When I do come on, it will either be ages away, after I am unbanned, or at a time when I managed to sneak onto the computer.

If it makes you feel any better, I would wish to not be booted from my position contributing to this project, as I swear that I WILL start writing me book on the 1st of October! I will tell my mum that I have to do some homework on the computer. ;) Always works! And before you ask: "But hey Lilith, why don't you just say that all of the other times you wanna come on??? Then you won't have to really go!" Don't you think my mum will get a bit suspicious if every day I have some new homework on the computer, that seems oddly like writing posts on a blog to people I met through reading the world's most awesome book? I think so. So I am sorry, but despite this, I would like to keep my position as a contributor to this project. Thankyou, and goodbye. :)

It's Bones' turn...

Well, well, well... Well.

It would appear that a lot of us are pretty much ready to begin writing as soon as it hits October. I personally, am VERY excited, and grateful to all of you - I'm the kind of person who will have an idea, work on it a bit, then forget about it. I usually need someone to give me a kick. And thanks to you, I have that encouraging, although painful, kick. I came up with my story idea a little while ago, and wrote a lot of notes and made up a lot of characters. I want to hear your opinion on it, because even though I like it, I'm not sure if some will find it unoriginal. That's the last thing I want :/ So here goes nothing...

For now, I've just called it, Class.

Sitting on a large, rocky, uncharted island, surrounded by always calm waters, lies The Institute. A place for very special people. These people, have the power to command certain weapons, or items - This is called their Speciality. They are recruited to The Institute as young as possible, to master their Specialities, and fight the forces that oppose The Institute. They're just doing what's right - or so they've been told.
Nora and Edgar were childhood friends. Born and raised on the same street. Lived a normal life. Until The Institute's agents were sent for them. At a very young age, they have trained in The Institute and have become masters of their Specialities. The Institute quickly became their home. Sent on assaination missions most of their lives, they are confused when they are suddenly dumped with recruitment missions. It would seem that The Institute is gathering as many Specialities as they can get. A storm is brewing. And there are times, when it would seem The Institute's leaders cannot be trusted.

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Well, that's kind of the plot. I don't want to give to much away. I have a couple examples of some of the characters Specialities :

Edgar's Specialtiy - Scissors with blades so sharp, they can cut a space in the air itself. (This comes in handy as he can cut portals so he can appear right in front of his enemies)

Ezra and Ophelia - Twins, new to The Institute. Fight together in perfect harmony, Ezra is as quick as his Twins Pistols, and Ophelia's fighting style could be mistaken for a dance, with the beautiful elegance of her Twin Blades.

Evanna - Your typical bad tempered teenager. Controls her enemies with her VooDoo Dolls. She has a tendancy to play with her foes before finishing them off.

I could go on and on, as I have LOTS of characters in this story. And, hopefully, big plans for them all. They fight toghether for a cause they are never 100% certain of, and toghether they make The Class.

So, please leave a comment, tell me what you think, tell me if you like it, tell me if you think you've heard it before and so on...

Darkane's Story Line

Set in a universe like our own in the 18th century but is completely flat. Small crowded town. Red bricked buildings with a castle in the very centre. No one has seen the King in hundreds of years and no one goes in or out of the castle.
The main character is male, 16, who can see floating cities in the sky. Mother and father, nobleman and woman, send him to therapy but this doesn’t help. He befriends a servant girl, 15, of the parents who can see the floating cities. They run away as the mother and father want to kill the girl as they think she is encouraging the boy and investigate the floating cities. Are captured by soldiers and brought into the palace through a tunnel system. Are told that the people on the floating cities are enemies and that anyone who can see the cities is descendant from the people on them. They are told to choose between being killed or becoming assassins to destroy the cities.

The cities are full of mages who had been cast out by the people of the world thousand of years ago. They had been chased down and the people had tried to kill them off. They used their magic to take away the mountains and make them float. Each city has a different precious stone (sapphire, ruby, diamond, emerald etc) in the middle that holds the magic that keeps the cities floating. They also have cloaking magic in them so only mages can see the cities.

This is a very rough story line that hasn't been worked on at all since it popped into my head. I'll post a more detailed one later. Hope you like the idea. 




            

Vivianna's Story Draft.

      I kinda don't want to give it away. But this is a story, that will have all of you in it. Comment if you'd like to be a bad guy, or a good guy who's really screwed for most of the story. So instead of telling you everything, Ill give you a small summary.
     Ahem.
     Valeria Nuit. At the age of three, she can hold flames. Her brother, Jace, can influence vines and plants to his will. Their parents have forbid them to use their powers. She has never seen the light of the outside world, and has never breathed the air. She has lived in an underground shelter all her life, and her parents do not allow her to take a step in the outside world. But that's all about to change.
      One day, Valeria's parents don't come back from a journey. Instead of waiting and staying inside as told, Valeria and her brother decide to set out and find them. Except, the world isn't the same.
      Government systems have been overrode, presidents and rulers and mayors have been killed, or enslaved. Now, all the governments of the world are conquered by one ruler. And he won't stop until the world is perfect. Or in other words, The Meliorate Project.
       After her brother is killed, and she is kidnapped, Valeria is thrown in with a group of children her age. All, gifted like her. They are all faced with the same descision. Follow the new rule, and help kill half the world, making the other half the predicted peaceful and powerful. Or, refuse, and be killed.                  

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     Do you feel the tension? 'Cause I do. I honestly can not wait to write this book. It's going to be called, the Meliorate Project. Remeber to comment! Good, or bad guy? The first, like, 20 people to comment they wanna be good, can be in the group Valeria is thrown in. So, comment ideas and if you want to be a bad guy, or good guy, and I can start proper planning.
          

Must resist... cannot GIVE IN!

*shuffles around uncomfortably*

*itches towards keyboard*

*grits teeth*

*bursts out suddenly*

OKAY! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! I'M DESPERATE TO START WRITING NOW! D': What should I DO?!

*sobs dramatically* I need to write it... but I vowed to myself that I would wait till October -.-

Thing is... I wouldn't normally mind, because I vow stuff that's a bucnh of lies to myself all the time... but I made a bet with my mate that I'd be able to wait... everyone knows that when I have an idea for writing which is really big and exciting for me... I can't hold myself back rfom writing it... I even begin in my head before I can get to paper or a keyboard, and so my friend bet... a few things ;) (not getting into that right now LOL)... that I would begin before October... I didn't tell her about this place and ou guys, :P just said that I was going to start to write another novel when October arrived... then the bet formed! :P *sighs* HELP ME! D:

Lil's Story (Post 1)

Before I begin with the post, I'd just like to say sorry to NJ... I'll miss you too, but I might comment ffrom time to time... and if something really big happens, I'll inform you guys... :) And Gepard... make me ;)


Right guys, in this, I'm just gonna be telling you all what my story's gonna be about! This will be me beggining a new book, but I'm almost done with the first, and until I finish it, I think I'll be able to handle two! This might even grow into a full-on series! I have BIG plans for this... It'll be called...

Earthbound Angel


It's basically a time in the future where all that's left of the earth are a few floating islands, and a murky fog of dust that obscures all view of whatever could be out there. The reason for this, is years ago, when the world was at war (again... gawd, we're SOOOOOO violent!), and the government got together a secret group of scientists. They were set to work on the "Dark Beast" project. The aim was to make a weapon that would deafeat all of their enemies. They were trying to create a human, who was able to change, or "Bio-Morph" whenever their body figured it was needed. For example, if they were thrown into a desert, their body would automatically change them into something that could live without water for months, much like a camel, but improved drastically. But tests were made... and people were changed, and the things that were left over were more beast than man... One of the scientists, Arthur Kinney, realised that they were getting nowhere. He got angry, and tried to get rid of the research so that the others would stop, before they went too far with the Dark Beast project... but then he spotted something that changed everything, and he had the answer. He took home what he needed, and worked in secret, calling his new tests the "Angel Project". He spent months finishing it off, then he finally found a volunteer to test it on. His name was Rowley Craig. Arthur was unable to do the experiment at home, so late at night, he let Craig in, and strapped him up, begginging the experiment. The army burst in, as they had found out about his secret project. They began to drag him away, trying to shut off the machinery for the experiment, but it was too late, Craig was too far changed already. He woke, and the army bagen to take him away with Arthur, but his new instincts kicked into action, and he fought them away. Basically, he ended up making his first change, one that gave him a massive, muscled body, that made him almost bear-like. (Here comes the technical part XP) The pain was excruciating for him though, and with his new extreme powers, his cries shook the earth, making it explode outwards violently, creating a gravitational void, and sending the tectonic plates of the earth into the air in multiple pieces. (I'll sort out the details later ;) I know it's REALLY impossible, but c'mon, it's a fiction book!) People were thrown about, and whoever from the Earth's population were left still alive only had ruins left to bring their lives back from. Rowley Craig was now also up there, and, as his second change, he grew wings. Already more used to it, he knew what was happening, and did his best to control it, but he still couldn't stop more madness, on the tiny island he was left on. He fell off the island... but the change completed as he fell, and so he was able to fly back up to safety. In the end, people on this island managed to build houses more, and they created a new life. Rowley got a new family... and his children too, had wings. Many years later, there have been more and more descendants of "The Angel" with wings. But every generation, there is one person thought of as the "True Angel" as they are the descendant of the generation with the most "true" blood. Other than that... the only extra point to know is that the creatures that were made in the Dark Beast project end up as these evil creatures that wander the fog around the islands, and sometimes take people if they go too far from the normal towns.
The main characters are Karen and Leroy who both have wings, and Kevin and Tia, who don't. They're all best friends, and basically, Kevin gets taken by the creatures... the rest... *winks* spoilers...

Tell me what you think please! Good, bad, stupid, or completely and utterly a total moron's idea! I wanna know!

Kallista Needs You!

Here are two different stories I had started sometime ago before meeting all of you. Sadly both are lost to me, maybe for good as the laptop they were written on broke. Up till now I had not thought of starting again. Instead I have used concepts from both of them to help write my fanfic. But now I take it all back and will start again.
I will most likely write or at least try to write both stories. But I wondered, which one should I do 1st?
I will give some info on each. It will be simplistic at best. Bear with me and please give me your opinions. It could be that neither story is worth while. :D
Thanks you for your time and help my dearly beloved friends.
*hugs*
Story number one.

A young girl of 10 or 11 years, a princess living in the Byzantine era.
She has 7 older brothers. Both parents. In the court and scattered in different areas of the country, a mysterious but noble group of magicians called the Magi. Brothers and father are part of this.  All are good and kind people. 
Brothers and father are away. She goes on an outing to the countryside with her lady attendants. While relaxing, they are attacked by the Ottomans.  Guards are killed. Girl is kidnapped. Only head lady attendant survives attack to tell family the news. Grieved and enraged they go on a hunt to find her. They never do.
Girl is sold to a rival kingdom where she is apprenticed to a malevolent court official, a dark magician. She is treated cruelly and taught dark magic. In a few years time she is introduced to the prince of that kingdom and set to wed him in a few years. She is used to lead a war against her own country and overthrows her fathers rule. She does not kill him or her brothers though. She has them put in jail. For a brief period she rules the country and is heartless and cruel. She is about 15 years at this time. I would say she is a bit of a puppet ruler.
He brothers and father escape and at the same time the citizens revolt. She flees but is captured and brought back in shame to be put on trial. She is sentenced to death much to the heartbreak of her family. Girl is still unrepentant. Head magi steps forward and finds a solution.
Magic is used and she is sentenced to be trapped as a living stature. She can not move, talk, smell or eat. But she can see and here. She will remain in this state till she is humbled and repentant.
A thousand years go by. She has drifted off in a slumber for most of it.  At the end of a thousand years she is released from her prison. She finds herself in London. She is not the same evil person, is still 15 years old in appearance and mind. Through different adventures she finds some friends, people who help to reshape her very soul. She finds that the age old war between good and evil are still being fought for and that her very soul is still a prize sought after by both. There are the guardians, the Magi who are still around, hidden, fighting to right the wrongs of their enemies. (Brothers are part of this, immortal now)Girl will have to choose which side she will be on.

2nd story. I was influenced by a number of things with this one.
It is a story of a young girl being raised in a foster family. She does not know why, but she is told she most hide her identity and dresses as a boy. Her foster family is very kind though there is a bit of rivalry with her slightly older foster sister.
The setting is in an alternate world much like our own in a simpler time.  It is like the era of the French Revolution though not has poverty stricken.
Above, in the skies are beautiful floating cities that are sometimes seen. The royals and nobles live here.
The main character Serafina, (Finn for short because of her hidden identity)looks up and sees the young nobles playing in the sky as they ride skillfully on their sky boards (like skateboards, only in the sky) :P
Two of the main floating cities are coming together because of a royal wedding. But below the lovely lifestyle of the royals, on the earth a revolt is being planed. One that started over a hundred years ago but was stopped short for a time. Now it is starting again. Mysterious beings are destroying small towns on the outskirts of the country. The peace that has been there in the country is being threatened by the rumor of a war. The lost heir, to the throne, a girl, is being sought after by the minions of darkness. The poor and underprivileged began to rise up against the nobles who float so carelessly above.
Finn finds that she gets caught up in these events in a rather strange way.

*sigh* Complications...

Look guys, you might've heard... I have left... but I will be a part of this... my only communication will be on here... soooooooo... I'll speak to you all in October... I think I'll be starting a new book ;) ... I'll be writing two now... *ponders*

Yet another pep talk (man, these things can really get on your nerves)

Okay I have no idea why I'm doing this. I have no idea why I'm writing this with my mom sleeping downstairs and she's bound to come up at any moment.

In any case, Viv's right. We are all writers in our own ways, recognized or not. We can do this together. No sarcastic comments, no mean words. WE have the power to do what we want, when we want, how we want. WE CAN contribute to building our little world. One society. Started by one man. With one purpose.

To write a book.

We can all participate. We WILL help each other. We WILL give advice and comments. We can do it. I believe. All of us can. As long as we're willing to try.

I know this sounds so cliched, but we hold the future in our hands. And it will be our future, only if we are able to build it together.

So, to sum up whatever things i've said above *hands flicker above head* we can, and we will do this together. And by the time we're done, history will never be the same.

A little advice, so I don't eat you.

    This post is written by Vivianna! Not Skyril! I don't think she even knows I'm writing this, so I really hope she doesn't glare at me!
    Ahem.

         Anyhow, I just came on here to say a couple of things. Terms of advice, so I don't eat your face. That would be unfortunate.....For you.
         Skyril and Lego's idea is a great one! Whether it is simply great because it might lead to a solution to our problems or not, it is still great. You know why? Of course you don't. I haven't told you yet.
         It's great, because it's something that makes them happy, that gives them a tiny ray of hope that maybe, just maybe, they can actually do this. It's great because it's an idea that motivates them, that excites them, and whatever else! That's an amazing feeling, one I feel- and you feel - every time I follow my passion. So. My word of advice, is; Do NOT. And I repeat, NOT, post anything negative on this blog. For if you do, I will cut your soul with words as sharp as glass, and eat you.
         I mean it, I will.
         But, that's not all I came on here, risked my life, and risked getting GLARED AT (Which terrifies me in every way possible) by Skyril, for. I also would like to add a little explanation, for the....'special' ones, (you know who you are) who don't understand this.
          This is not an idea, to say; "Oooh, lets all contribute are amazing writing skills and whip up a book out of nowhere." No, it is an idea to say;"Wow, we are all amazingly good writers in our own ways, and if we contributed that, maybe we could make something." In this case, it happens to be a book. We are all great writers! There are many of you, (right now, it's a certain someone who will be nameless to spare their blushes), who don't believe you're a great writer, or who don't believe that they could do anything to write a book.
          You people, two things. First; You are ALL amazing. Everyday, I am overcome with how bloody epic all of you are. I mean, you all come up with special things that can make me laugh easily, like breathing! Second; Skyril is not asking you to write the whole damn thing. She's asking you that maybe you could add a little here and there, and combined with everyone's sheer epicness, we could have an amazing story, easy as pie!
          And no, it will not be easy. I'd be crazy, and I think I just might be, to say we could make a BOOK easily. We are good, but not that good.....Well, maybe me. I am good.
         So grab your pens! (Or in this case, keyboards) And TYPE!

    (Please don't glare at me Skyril.)

The Plan

Hullo, everyone! :]
I'm Skyril!
And if you're reading this than I'm sure you probably already know that and are waiting for me to get on with this little explanation.
But first, cupcakes!
~passes out cupcakes~
Everyone comfortable? Okie-doke, then, I shall begin.

The name and url of this blog have a meaning, deeper than you may have first guessed. A good bit of thought and edits were put into both of them.
First off, the url, SPG-UnitedToWrite.blogspot.com. SPG stands for Skulduggery Pleasant Gang. Skulduggery Pleasant gang united to write. We'll get to the details of this in a moment, but first, the title of the blog.
Writers Rule the World. We decided on this name because the SP gang spreads across the earth from Louisiana to Yorkshire, from Sydney to Michigan, from California to Kilarney, and everywhere in between.
Writers from everywhere have united together through one man, one book, and now, what I hope for is something new to unite us as well.
The thought came from one longing.
One wish.
One aim.
One problem.
For us all to get together, all of the SP gang, and to meet and have fun. The problem with that is, most of us probably don't have enough money to get to that someplace to meet.
Well, thinking about that problem and trying to figure out a solution, seeing as I'm rather unlikely to win the lottery anytime soon, especially since I don't buy lottery tickets so therefore could not win and furthermore could not buy all of you plane tickets and hotel rooms and all that, an idea bloomed in my mind. That very idea is what drove me to create this blog after some considerate discussion and planning with one Legolas.
You see, all of you are so very clever, so very clever indeed. You write poetry, stories, songs, and many other fantastic things. Your skills in these trades shock me daily. So, I thought, we should use those skills. You should use those skills.
Use them to write a book.
Separate, wonderful books.
I just know, they're gonna be awesome!
I know that it might sound a bit silly right now, but I have faith.
You see, we've come up with a plan that Lego and I and whomever else that wants to will follow. It's a simple plan, true, but I think it will work.
So, starting on the first of October, we will begin to write and try our best to write at least a paragraph a day. We'll write and write till we reach the end, however long it takes. Then, once we're satisfied with it, we'll show one another somehow and give suggestions, or make small edits to help make it better. Then, of course, we'll try to get them published. :]
What this blog is for, is, well, a lot of things. Whomever wishes to do this with us will be made a member of the blog so that he can write a post if he so wishes.
You ask what we'd be posting about? Well, again, there are a lot of things you could post, such as hardships you're going through with writing your novel, encouragement to others, celebrations or exciting things that have happened, or, anything!
That's the plan.
It might not make us wealthy in the slightest. It might make us tired and sore; however, I think it will still be great fun no matter what.
If you wish to join and participate, then that's wonderful, and it will be a high encouragement to those already a part of it.
But, if you do join, I would appreciate it if you visited this blog frequently. Perhaps bookmark it or leave a reminder somewhere where it will be hard to forget. I would also appreciate if you commented or wrote a post sometimes to let everyone else know that you're still around, still writing, still sharpening the fantastic skills each of you already has.
If you do say yes, you want to do this with us, then leave a comment on this post with your email, any questions you might have, and anything else you'd like to say. You have till the end of September to sign up because remember, starting on October first we'll begin our writing.

I really hope to see many of you like this idea and sign up. For me, my heart has been pounding ever since I thought about actually doing this, and I've been grinning madly the entire time. :D

The only thing I need from you if you decide to sign up is your email so that I can make you a member :]
I hope to see you all here soon :]


"Before the beginning of great brilliance, there must be chaos. Before a brilliant person begins something great, they must look foolish in the crowd."

EDIT: I know October has already come, but if anyone else would like to join, feel free. :]