I'm not too good with the whole writing thing, I tend to get so far and get amazingly bored. :/
Therefore you have moi sat amongst a few little beginnings and ending and plots of storylines. I've posted them on another forum, but I've only been given opinions by those I know... so, I thought I'd post on here. Some of these are short, and others longer. Sigh, I wish my thoughts weren't so scattered. Might make things easier...
Anyhow. A final note; i like the eerie thing... a fair bit.
I've numbered them so its easier to tell which we're on about.
<i>The pale blue moon shines down from the sky, transferring its eerie and mysterious light to the Earth. The sand looks different to the way it looks in daylight; the warmth is gone. There is another world in the night-time, and enemy gracing the earth and the moon shines its stolen light. This enemy will one day show itself, but until then, the world is unknowingly sinking into eternal darkness.
A wolf pads slowly across the sand. It's silvery fur is crisp white, grey and silvery. its icy eyes watch the rolling sands warily, and it pauses as it listens for any sign at all of movement. Soon after it continues on its way, paying close attention the the dark shadows thrown across the ground from various washed-up boulders. There is a crunch. The wolf turns its head, hackles raised, ready to fight if need be. There is nothing alive in sight. It takes a while for the wolf to be sure its safe, and it continues on it's journey.
Unknown to the wolf, it is watched by a near invisible entity. The entity watches the wolf with eyes it doesn't have, with an air of dark curiosity. Nearly time, not long to wait. </i>
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(2)<i>Classic stories of light fighting dark.
Ancient laws dictation the only routes to success and peace...
A hidden destiny...
...Why do these stories always end the same?
In a word where you make your own destiny, things go wrong. Seeing the future and not knowing how it comes to be is difficult, but knowing a set of events has to happen; predicing the future is dangerous. Very dangerous.
She threw it at the wall. the wooden structure of the chair shattered, throwing splinters everywhere. Alice was breathing heavily now, her back pressed flat against the wall, watching the blood red sky around the setting sun. The park was empty at this time, it was a little past six and most were still at home. Flashes, came back to her, images, of things that she'd seen, then seen again as they'd come to pass. Try as she did, she couldn't rid herself of them. She looked down, choking back tears, still fairly breathless.
Being able to see the future was aupposed to be a gift. Sadly for Alice, it came with a price. Seeing the timeline in her eyes, it was a set chain of events had to stay in order; and every decision Changed the fate of the world. Should something go wrong, it needed to be corrected before bad things happen.
Like, for instance, the destruction of the world. Everyones exsistance is in the hanmds of an uncertain and quick tempered teenager. Could things get any worse?
Yes, is the answer. Yes, they can. Much worse.</i>
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(3)<i>Blackness. Just blackness...
Few know what really in in space, the "inbetween" in the void between worlds, between solar systems, between the networks and clusters of solar systems.
My case is different, though.
Its... dark. Just dark. black and never-ending, nothing especially different about it.
Except... the "difference". It's nothing</i> physically<i> different. Its just something I can sense, rather than see. Youthing just beyond the edge of reason, logic, and everything we've ever known...
Black holes. Rifts in space that create a time dilation; something even light can't escape.
Everyone wants to know whats on the other side of black holes. They think it must be so amazing, so different. In reality, it isn't very different at all.
Every black hole is a doorway. A doorway to a universe just like ours, in which people have made different choices. This had lead to so many different possibilities... and so many more black holes. According to legend, there are a group of "Travellers" who journey through the black hole themselves into these parallel exsistaces and right the wrongs that could destroy all life forever. But there is a problem, something they didn't forsee.
There are now so many black holes in each universe, that every single seperate exsistance is in danger of being ripped apart by the bridges connecting them. I'm the only one that knows, the only one that could help warn them, and I'm floating in eternal blackness, never to be seen again.
Collision. I collided with something solid, hard and cold. My eyes were still closed, but I coud tell there was more light than there had been previously. Muffled voices were somewhere nearby as well; something that seemed infinitly odd after such a long silence. It was only then that I realised I was tired; my body ached, my head pounded, and my heartbeat seemed to have given up on beating regularly. I gave in, fighting would only make it worse. I drifted into a dream-state, something you might call sleep. Though to me, sleep seemed alien, I couldn't remember the last time I'd closed my eyes with the intention of resting.
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The warth that she woke up to was comforting. After what seemed like years in blackness warth was different, a sensation she'd remember and be grateful for as long as she lived. She opened her eyes, and was greeted by an amazing array of colour, sound and light. The walls of the room she was in were covered in bight fabic, pictures of night and day, changing seasons, marks in history for whoever they were and are. Light streamed through what appeared to be a thatched ceiling of a small round house. You couldn't see the walls, but if you could you'd see them to be a dark brown timber; stained with an oil that both preserves and strengthens it. SHe got up. She was neither steady nor graceful: she'd been out of practise walking for what could've been innumerable years. She spent a long while getting the feel of her own legs, but eventually managed to walk to what resembled a window. In any case, it was a small hole that wasn't covered with any of the traditional-looking fabrics; it opened an autumn scene; the trees were all half-leafless, and those leaves they did have didn't seem to know which colour they preferred, leaving them looking like a material rainbow.
For the second time in the short space of a few hours, she heard muffled voices, accompanied by footsteps. Wood creaked, and the door opened. She froze.
"She" is Carolyn.</i>
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Ah. These are <b>seperate</b>, just so you know. they don't link together in an odd and entirely strange fashion...
Anyhow. Opinions apreciated.
