The only purpose of this post is to notify the world that Ratchet suddenly has a purpose in my book.
>:3
A COLLABORATIVE EFFORT TO MEET THE GOLDEN GOD
http://meetthegoldengod.blogspot.com/
A blog to help minions around the the world to meet Derek Landy on the launch of the ninth book.
Over the next few years everyone who joins has to write short stories and their best one will be bound into a book with everyone else's and sent to a publisher and hopefully be published and the earnings will pay for the trip.
~ Flame
oh and please check it out
An Experimentation with a new character...
Please, please, PLEASE tell me how you think it is good or bad and how it can be improoved- character or story!!!!!!
It was night. Rain licked its way slowly down the windows and fog drifted across the graveyard in thick, curling streams. A dark spider monkey crawled its way from Grazelda's shoulder, red eyes glowing fiercely in the dark of midnight.
"It's alright, Mari." Grazelda stroked her damp furr, as black as her hair was, but her hair ended in a crimson red, as if blood had melted into it slowly and colected at the tips of every strand. Mari lept from her shoulder and became a raven, still with glowing red eyes that darted from left to right as she soared high above. Mari was a Shifter, a creature born one thing, but able to change into others at will. Mari was always black, with piercing red eyes, and found herself unable to transform into a human being. She was most comfortable as a rat that hid beneath Grazelda's long ponytail, snuffled between her denim jacket and grey t-shirt, or climbed up her light blue jeans as easily as if she was climbing a staircase.
Grazelda adjusted her thick-rimmed, clear lens glasses and twirled the loose strands of crimson hair that hung in front of her ears distractedly. Mari soared above her, squaking suddenly and diving down, becoming a rat that clung to her ponytail and snuffled her way to her shoulder.
"He is here?" Mari asked. The rat nodded, nuzzling her neck for comfort. "Then we must go." She marched swiftly toward a shape in the fog- a sillhouette of a man and a large, golden dog. Mari became a mouse. The sillhouette held up a hand, and a voice ordered- "Stop. Come no closer."
Grazelda narrowed her eyes at the dog. "Bring my news, stranger." She ordered, slowly reaching backward for her PDA that sat in her back pocket.
"All is not lost, Detective Scratt. There are those who wish to kill you and those who wish to capture you, but there is refuge."
"Where?" Grazelda barked, slowly fingering her PDA, bringing it from her pocket and activating the recorder.
"The refuge I speak of is to the far north, for there are no troops gathered there to take you in, and none to have you executed." The sillhouette said.
"Executed?" Grazelda asked.
"Yes, they wish to kill you, and they wish to kill you now."
"Tell me, what is the matter with your dog?" Grazelda asked, and the figure was silent for a few more seconds.
"He is well, are you not... boy?" The dog wagged its tail, which shook the two figures slightly. Then it stopped.
"You hesitate." Grazelda barked, and Mari lept to the floor, becoming a dog herself, with red eyes fixed on the other dog. "You can't remember the name of your dog. It is raining and this is a graveyard- he is not running or leaping or misbehaving like dogs do. You yourself are so stiff I daresay you don't even breathe and according to this," She held up her PDA. "Your voice does not match that of the man I am looking for." She straightened, a hand on Mari's head. "Have you anything to say, stranger?" The sillhouette creaked, and fell forward. It fell at her feet and Grazelda looked down, seeing nothing but a cardboard cutout, only it was made of metal and rusting badly. It was made a long time ago, evidently.
A figure stood where the metal man had been, thin and carrying a rather large gun. Even in the darkness, Grazelda could see a gleam in his teeth, as if they were metal. A gold tooth, perhaps?
"Die, girly!" He shrieked, charging and holding out the gun. Now afraid, Grazelda turned to Mari, who was suddenly a mouse that sped toward him. The figure suddenly stopped.
Everyone had heared of the mysterious Shifter. At least, everyone in the social circle that aimed to kill it and its owner. He stared at the floor, suddenly afraid. He shot at every piece of grass that waved, and every twig that seemed to be a tail. As suddenly as if time had stopped, Mari lept upwards, now a black panther, almost from between his legs, and knocked the gun from his grasp, pinning him. He groaned at first, then shrieked atthe sight of the huge growling mouth inches from his eyes.
Grazelda straightened, stepping forward. "Who are you?" She ordered. The man was too in shock to talk.
"You're Grizzly Scratt!" The man shrieked with anger in his voice. "You have to let me go!"
"You're right, I do. But, before then, tell me who you are." The man whimpered instead. Grazeldatook a picture of the man with her PDA. "Never mind, I'll know soon enough. Now go!" Mari lept off him, becoming a rat and clinging to Grazelda's ponytail. The man scampered into the distance, yet another trap that could not fool Detective Grizzly Scratt.
It was night. Rain licked its way slowly down the windows and fog drifted across the graveyard in thick, curling streams. A dark spider monkey crawled its way from Grazelda's shoulder, red eyes glowing fiercely in the dark of midnight.
"It's alright, Mari." Grazelda stroked her damp furr, as black as her hair was, but her hair ended in a crimson red, as if blood had melted into it slowly and colected at the tips of every strand. Mari lept from her shoulder and became a raven, still with glowing red eyes that darted from left to right as she soared high above. Mari was a Shifter, a creature born one thing, but able to change into others at will. Mari was always black, with piercing red eyes, and found herself unable to transform into a human being. She was most comfortable as a rat that hid beneath Grazelda's long ponytail, snuffled between her denim jacket and grey t-shirt, or climbed up her light blue jeans as easily as if she was climbing a staircase.
Grazelda adjusted her thick-rimmed, clear lens glasses and twirled the loose strands of crimson hair that hung in front of her ears distractedly. Mari soared above her, squaking suddenly and diving down, becoming a rat that clung to her ponytail and snuffled her way to her shoulder.
"He is here?" Mari asked. The rat nodded, nuzzling her neck for comfort. "Then we must go." She marched swiftly toward a shape in the fog- a sillhouette of a man and a large, golden dog. Mari became a mouse. The sillhouette held up a hand, and a voice ordered- "Stop. Come no closer."
Grazelda narrowed her eyes at the dog. "Bring my news, stranger." She ordered, slowly reaching backward for her PDA that sat in her back pocket.
"All is not lost, Detective Scratt. There are those who wish to kill you and those who wish to capture you, but there is refuge."
"Where?" Grazelda barked, slowly fingering her PDA, bringing it from her pocket and activating the recorder.
"The refuge I speak of is to the far north, for there are no troops gathered there to take you in, and none to have you executed." The sillhouette said.
"Executed?" Grazelda asked.
"Yes, they wish to kill you, and they wish to kill you now."
"Tell me, what is the matter with your dog?" Grazelda asked, and the figure was silent for a few more seconds.
"He is well, are you not... boy?" The dog wagged its tail, which shook the two figures slightly. Then it stopped.
"You hesitate." Grazelda barked, and Mari lept to the floor, becoming a dog herself, with red eyes fixed on the other dog. "You can't remember the name of your dog. It is raining and this is a graveyard- he is not running or leaping or misbehaving like dogs do. You yourself are so stiff I daresay you don't even breathe and according to this," She held up her PDA. "Your voice does not match that of the man I am looking for." She straightened, a hand on Mari's head. "Have you anything to say, stranger?" The sillhouette creaked, and fell forward. It fell at her feet and Grazelda looked down, seeing nothing but a cardboard cutout, only it was made of metal and rusting badly. It was made a long time ago, evidently.
A figure stood where the metal man had been, thin and carrying a rather large gun. Even in the darkness, Grazelda could see a gleam in his teeth, as if they were metal. A gold tooth, perhaps?
"Die, girly!" He shrieked, charging and holding out the gun. Now afraid, Grazelda turned to Mari, who was suddenly a mouse that sped toward him. The figure suddenly stopped.
Everyone had heared of the mysterious Shifter. At least, everyone in the social circle that aimed to kill it and its owner. He stared at the floor, suddenly afraid. He shot at every piece of grass that waved, and every twig that seemed to be a tail. As suddenly as if time had stopped, Mari lept upwards, now a black panther, almost from between his legs, and knocked the gun from his grasp, pinning him. He groaned at first, then shrieked atthe sight of the huge growling mouth inches from his eyes.
Grazelda straightened, stepping forward. "Who are you?" She ordered. The man was too in shock to talk.
"You're Grizzly Scratt!" The man shrieked with anger in his voice. "You have to let me go!"
"You're right, I do. But, before then, tell me who you are." The man whimpered instead. Grazeldatook a picture of the man with her PDA. "Never mind, I'll know soon enough. Now go!" Mari lept off him, becoming a rat and clinging to Grazelda's ponytail. The man scampered into the distance, yet another trap that could not fool Detective Grizzly Scratt.
This Is War
Oh. My. Golden. God.
I just found a song that should be used in the D.A. movie, should they ever make one. DESCRIBES BOOK! DESCRIBES IT SO SO SO MUUUUCH!
Oh god. OH GOD. OH GOD I GOTTA WRITE!
I GOTTA WRITE THE ACTION, TEENAGE DRAMA, PLOTS, EVIL VILLAINS, COOL INVENTIONS, DEATH THREATS, ASSASSINATION ATTEMPTS, MURDERS, BUT FIRST correct my spelling...
...okay, there. You can read it all now.
Thalia! Dude! Post that nightmare girl song for your book!
Actually, everyone should find a song for their book. That'd be COOL!
>:3
I just found a song that should be used in the D.A. movie, should they ever make one. DESCRIBES BOOK! DESCRIBES IT SO SO SO MUUUUCH!
Oh god. OH GOD. OH GOD I GOTTA WRITE!
I GOTTA WRITE THE ACTION, TEENAGE DRAMA, PLOTS, EVIL VILLAINS, COOL INVENTIONS, DEATH THREATS, ASSASSINATION ATTEMPTS, MURDERS, BUT FIRST correct my spelling...
...okay, there. You can read it all now.
Thalia! Dude! Post that nightmare girl song for your book!
Actually, everyone should find a song for their book. That'd be COOL!
>:3
A collaborative effort to meet the golden god!!!!
http://meetthegoldengod.blogspot.com/
A blog to help minions around the the world to meet Derek Landy on the launch of the ninth book.
Over the next few years everyone who joins has to write short stories and their best one will be bound into a book with everyone else's and sent to a publisher and hopefully be published and the earnings will pay for the trip.
~ Flame
oh and please check it out
A blog to help minions around the the world to meet Derek Landy on the launch of the ninth book.
Over the next few years everyone who joins has to write short stories and their best one will be bound into a book with everyone else's and sent to a publisher and hopefully be published and the earnings will pay for the trip.
~ Flame
oh and please check it out
MY Digital Army ;)
“Really?” A voice asked. “That's a first to me...Miss Curse.” Dr Romulus Dee stepped out of the shadows, hands folded behind his back, a sadistic grin on his face.
Ariah let out a small 'Hmm'. She was really freaking out inside.
“As far as I know, the board of education didn't even know I'm a certified scientist. I'm a certified Doctor, they knew. But they also didn't know that I used this space down here. Apparently it's...abandoned.” Dee paused, tilting his head at Ariah, a puzzled look falling upon his face, replacing the grin. “But Miss Curse...what are you doing here? Are you playing spy, or are you really one?”
Playing Spy... Ariah thought to herself, but said the opposite.
“Oh really?” Dee asked.
“Yes. I'm from Unit 21 in the Information Sector, First Class.” Still making it up as she went along, Ariah tried not to have long pauses between words. “I was sent here to shut down this branch of elfin creatures-”
Dee laughed loudly, throwing back his head. “Elves!” He said happily, the sentence dripping with sarcasm. “That's right, elves! Completely not related to bio-mutation in any way!”
He's absolutely mad. Not me. A nut-case. A loon. Insane. The wheel is still turning, but the hamster is dead.
“But Miss Curse!” Dee held his hands wide. “This isn't just a branch. Can't you see it? I'm the leader of an army. This is my base of operations!”
“An Elfin Army...The Elfin Army...” Ariah murmured softly, almost to herself. Dee, however, heard her.
“My Elfin Army.”
“We'll beat you.” Almost a second after she said it, Ariah knew she sounded like a typical amateur.
“We? I think I'll take this moment to ask- You and what army?”
“The Digital Army.” A new voice said, March Saxon stepping out of the shadows, hair looking, in the shadows and light, flaming.
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Just a quick exert that brilliantly came to mind when I was about a thousand feet off the ground. I just found the picture like 15 minutes ago~
Ten thousand words :)
I finally reached my month goal of ten thousand words. Here is a ceremonious passage:
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"I'm telling you, it's not natural," insisted Kallista.
"For the last time Kallista, I do not want to know about your issues."
Kallista scowled and sat in the corner, staring at her foot. Winter sighed and rubbed her eyes. Oliver looked up and resumed his talk with her about escape. I didn't bother to listen. We were never getting out of this place.
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"I'm telling you, it's not natural," insisted Kallista.
"For the last time Kallista, I do not want to know about your issues."
Kallista scowled and sat in the corner, staring at her foot. Winter sighed and rubbed her eyes. Oliver looked up and resumed his talk with her about escape. I didn't bother to listen. We were never getting out of this place.
But then Winter looked over at me and tilted her head.
"What do you think, Val?"
I raised my head, and everyone quieted down to watch me. Great.
"Um," I started, "maybe, like. . . I don't know."
Oliver snorted.
"Shut it, Oliver," said Winter. "Val, do you notice anything odd about this basement?"
Um. . . Odd? Other than the fact that a whole gang of magically gifted kids were hanging out about the place, I couldn't think of anything. I shrugged at Winter.
"Maybe it's too obvious."
She focused at a puddle of muck on the ground, and soon it started to frost. Then it hit me.
"Our powers aren't bound," I gasped. She smiled. I started to think.
"Maybe," I said slowly, "we could use our magic to get out."
Oliver clapped.
"We've got a winner here, everybody."
...
Three hours later, we had a pretty decent hole in the wall. It hadn't gone completely through yet, and we were throwing everything we had on it. Well, everybody else was. I was hanging back, doing nothing. My powers didn't work on will.
"Again!"
Oliver had morphed into a monstrous eagle, and was clawing at the wall like his life depended on it. Actually, it kind of did. He swiped again. More pieces of the wall crumbled down. Finally, finally, what we had all been waiting for appeared.
A gap.
It was the size of an eyeball, but it was still enough. Winter hurried foward to peer through, and smiled a broad smile. She nodded. All clear.
Oliver gave three more vicious swipes, and the gap widened. A very skinny person could go through. Oliver shifted back to human form, panting and sweating.
"I'm done," he heaved.
Hazel frowned.
"Who's going to fit through that?"
Everyone looked at me. I narrowed my eyes.
"God damn."
Alex shoved me forward, and I pouted. Facing defeat, I stuck my head through the hole. It fit. I slid my shoulders through, and then wriggled my torso out. I hung forward. Freeing my left arm, I got a good grip on a branch. I tugged myself through.
Breathing hard, I looked around. Then I stopped breathing all together. I had just grabbed a branch. I was outside.
And this place was not barren.
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