photonx
July 25th, 2008, 12:32 PM
Ok, we had to write a 450 word novel starter in English. I wrote this, but kinda went over into about 1400 words
I have wrote a series of these, and is a good book to read IMO.
If anybody knows of any type of online authoring software, please let me know! Thanks for reading!
I did write this around 2 years ago mind, so I will start re-writing 'em ;)
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THE CHRONICLES OF THE JIOHR: SPECIAL
‘I can do this, I can do this’, Midna Elk thought desperately through her underage brain. She focused all her energies into her hands, which were now flowing with magic. She sniffed some dark matter, which shook her for a moment, but she had dealt with enough dark matter for this to bother her. She could hear a faint tapping noise, coming from the room that the door led to. The walls seemed to reply to this calling, slowly swaying side to side, but they only moved in Midna’s head. She slowly lifted her short arms, pointing them towards a shabby looking door. There was no handle.
She released her 14 years of waiting, and a fully fledged blast erupted from her skinny fingers. BANG. The dust started to clear, and as the debris settled around her, she lifted her foot gently, and headed towards the door. Suddenly, a fast blow knocked her onto the hard wood of the door. She closed her eyes, not knowing what to expect, only to be pulled by a great force out of the way of the door. Something was following her.
. . . .
Midna’s eyes unwillingly opened, to see only her room. A dark, shabby room, with only the light of a melting candle in the corner illuminating the scarce things she owned. A small desk kept the candle off the ground, sat conspicuously in the corner, with her bed parallel on the other side. She had no window.
She was lay on her stale bed. Too long she had been a prisoner of the Jiohr, she thought, and one day she would escape. Her mind continued to wander, until she was brought back to reality by a sharp pain in her foot.
A ginger cat was sat there, eying her up greatly. There she was, with her jet black hair underneath her, stretching to her bottom. She hadn’t washed for nearly a week, and must be a real state. The pale skin was cold, and the slight draft from under her second-hand door wasn’t helping conserve her warmth. Her coral coloured eyes gazed back.
The cat broke the awkward silence with a shriek that sounded like, “How could you! That door was sealed for a reason! The Shikkh of the Jiohr has been released! It could kill all the Mages in the New Kingdom! You must kill it!” Now feeling tense, Midna replied coolly, “How can I defeat it? I haven’t even earned my Charmlet yet.”
The next time she blinked, the cat was gone. But she knew what she must do, without any of the wise words of the Continuous Cat.
. . . .
The sun had set, and she was stood in exactly the same place as she was just under 12 hours ago. She could hear the breathing of the beast in the room in front of her. Great caution she had taken in getting here. She had set up a diamond of protection, calling on the powers of the Giants of the Charter. They had accepted her request with ease, which was odd for a Mage deemed inappropriate to cast a diamond.
The beast was asleep, and on the borderline of Death. He was watching out for hunters coming from both life, and death; meaning that more than the Jiohr wanted him dead. What could he of done to of become imprisoned? He was imprisoned just like her! How could she kill a thing just like herself! All locked up, alone, and nothing to do. She felt a slight tear brewing, but before that tear was allowed to fall, it was sucked in by a great wind coming from the Shikkh. The beast crawled out of its room.
Before Midna realised what was happening, she had already stepped out of the diamond, therefore losing her protection. She didn’t know what the monster could do, but she was sure that it could easily kill her. She quickly summoned Khali, the sleep spirit, which drifted past the Shikkh, but had no effect whatsoever. The beast advanced.
She stumbled slightly backwards, the wall breaking her fall. This was it. She was done for. At least the rest of the Jiohr wouldn’t have known how she died, and with that, she felt at last, some dignity. She blinked, and when her eyes opened, she could only see light. But that light wasn’t aimed at her; it was coming from her!
She screamed as loud as she could, but her attempts were thwarted by the growing burning sensation in her larynx. Now calm, her eyes redirected to where the beast was. The light dimmed, and she could see again.
The beast was on the floor, sobbing to itself. Midna put a halt in her plans, and stood, rooted to the floor with a stone of guilt sinking to her sandals.
How could she kill a thing like this? It hadn’t harmed anything, that she knew of anyway, and there seemed no anger or offence in its cries. She flinched, and fell to her knees. That tear finally fell, landing on the debris, and the damage she had caused to the monsters home. She felt awful. She had ruined another beings life.
While her thinking carried on, the monster had stopped sobbing. He had, unknowingly to Midna, got up, and picked up the biggest remaining part of his door, in his dark hands. Well, they looked like hands. His body was just a mass of swirling darkness, and it seemed like warmth got sucked into it. It was humanoid shaped, but not by nature. It was three times as big, and stood nearly crouched. The wood in his hands, he cast his attention towards the cowering Midna.
Midna looked towards where the beast had been. He wasn’t there. Maybe he has just gone back into his room, and would be peaceful, she thought. But how wrong could she be.
A loud, smashing noise emerged from behind Midna, and lights what seemed like fireworks surrounded Midna. An object must have been thrown towards her, but hit the diamond, and splintered into an uncountable amount of pieces. The lights disappeared, only to reveal a devilish figure, towering over Midna.
The beast tore the air apart with its words,” Ganesh ma! Yi kanner juz kue hur urrd dasytr e mime! Yi dei!!” These words had such effect on Midna, she still doesn’t know how she reacted in time to this day. The dark mass of an arm came showering down to where she crouched, but her mouth was already open, shouting and casting all the great Mage Marks.
‘Khali! Zakhar! Bandor! Thumukagi! Montana! Nerbil!” The very earth seemed to shake with the emphasis that was put into these words. They meant sleep, luck, forgetness, sin, death, and life. Her throat burned even more than it did earlier, and she had repeated the words countless times, before she felt a strong essence being popped, and placed into the Wopa.
She had did it, she had cleared the world of the Shikkh. But at the expense of suffering it to a never-ending ordeal in the hole between life and death, where it could never escape. She felt lifeless, and collapsed, into the diamond.
A ginger cat looked at her with admiration, and with a raise of a paw, a small flower was cast into Midna’s left arm. With the drop of the same paw, the Continuous Cat squeezed back into death, guarding the unknown.
I have wrote a series of these, and is a good book to read IMO.
If anybody knows of any type of online authoring software, please let me know! Thanks for reading!
I did write this around 2 years ago mind, so I will start re-writing 'em ;)
<------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------->
THE CHRONICLES OF THE JIOHR: SPECIAL
‘I can do this, I can do this’, Midna Elk thought desperately through her underage brain. She focused all her energies into her hands, which were now flowing with magic. She sniffed some dark matter, which shook her for a moment, but she had dealt with enough dark matter for this to bother her. She could hear a faint tapping noise, coming from the room that the door led to. The walls seemed to reply to this calling, slowly swaying side to side, but they only moved in Midna’s head. She slowly lifted her short arms, pointing them towards a shabby looking door. There was no handle.
She released her 14 years of waiting, and a fully fledged blast erupted from her skinny fingers. BANG. The dust started to clear, and as the debris settled around her, she lifted her foot gently, and headed towards the door. Suddenly, a fast blow knocked her onto the hard wood of the door. She closed her eyes, not knowing what to expect, only to be pulled by a great force out of the way of the door. Something was following her.
. . . .
Midna’s eyes unwillingly opened, to see only her room. A dark, shabby room, with only the light of a melting candle in the corner illuminating the scarce things she owned. A small desk kept the candle off the ground, sat conspicuously in the corner, with her bed parallel on the other side. She had no window.
She was lay on her stale bed. Too long she had been a prisoner of the Jiohr, she thought, and one day she would escape. Her mind continued to wander, until she was brought back to reality by a sharp pain in her foot.
A ginger cat was sat there, eying her up greatly. There she was, with her jet black hair underneath her, stretching to her bottom. She hadn’t washed for nearly a week, and must be a real state. The pale skin was cold, and the slight draft from under her second-hand door wasn’t helping conserve her warmth. Her coral coloured eyes gazed back.
The cat broke the awkward silence with a shriek that sounded like, “How could you! That door was sealed for a reason! The Shikkh of the Jiohr has been released! It could kill all the Mages in the New Kingdom! You must kill it!” Now feeling tense, Midna replied coolly, “How can I defeat it? I haven’t even earned my Charmlet yet.”
The next time she blinked, the cat was gone. But she knew what she must do, without any of the wise words of the Continuous Cat.
. . . .
The sun had set, and she was stood in exactly the same place as she was just under 12 hours ago. She could hear the breathing of the beast in the room in front of her. Great caution she had taken in getting here. She had set up a diamond of protection, calling on the powers of the Giants of the Charter. They had accepted her request with ease, which was odd for a Mage deemed inappropriate to cast a diamond.
The beast was asleep, and on the borderline of Death. He was watching out for hunters coming from both life, and death; meaning that more than the Jiohr wanted him dead. What could he of done to of become imprisoned? He was imprisoned just like her! How could she kill a thing just like herself! All locked up, alone, and nothing to do. She felt a slight tear brewing, but before that tear was allowed to fall, it was sucked in by a great wind coming from the Shikkh. The beast crawled out of its room.
Before Midna realised what was happening, she had already stepped out of the diamond, therefore losing her protection. She didn’t know what the monster could do, but she was sure that it could easily kill her. She quickly summoned Khali, the sleep spirit, which drifted past the Shikkh, but had no effect whatsoever. The beast advanced.
She stumbled slightly backwards, the wall breaking her fall. This was it. She was done for. At least the rest of the Jiohr wouldn’t have known how she died, and with that, she felt at last, some dignity. She blinked, and when her eyes opened, she could only see light. But that light wasn’t aimed at her; it was coming from her!
She screamed as loud as she could, but her attempts were thwarted by the growing burning sensation in her larynx. Now calm, her eyes redirected to where the beast was. The light dimmed, and she could see again.
The beast was on the floor, sobbing to itself. Midna put a halt in her plans, and stood, rooted to the floor with a stone of guilt sinking to her sandals.
How could she kill a thing like this? It hadn’t harmed anything, that she knew of anyway, and there seemed no anger or offence in its cries. She flinched, and fell to her knees. That tear finally fell, landing on the debris, and the damage she had caused to the monsters home. She felt awful. She had ruined another beings life.
While her thinking carried on, the monster had stopped sobbing. He had, unknowingly to Midna, got up, and picked up the biggest remaining part of his door, in his dark hands. Well, they looked like hands. His body was just a mass of swirling darkness, and it seemed like warmth got sucked into it. It was humanoid shaped, but not by nature. It was three times as big, and stood nearly crouched. The wood in his hands, he cast his attention towards the cowering Midna.
Midna looked towards where the beast had been. He wasn’t there. Maybe he has just gone back into his room, and would be peaceful, she thought. But how wrong could she be.
A loud, smashing noise emerged from behind Midna, and lights what seemed like fireworks surrounded Midna. An object must have been thrown towards her, but hit the diamond, and splintered into an uncountable amount of pieces. The lights disappeared, only to reveal a devilish figure, towering over Midna.
The beast tore the air apart with its words,” Ganesh ma! Yi kanner juz kue hur urrd dasytr e mime! Yi dei!!” These words had such effect on Midna, she still doesn’t know how she reacted in time to this day. The dark mass of an arm came showering down to where she crouched, but her mouth was already open, shouting and casting all the great Mage Marks.
‘Khali! Zakhar! Bandor! Thumukagi! Montana! Nerbil!” The very earth seemed to shake with the emphasis that was put into these words. They meant sleep, luck, forgetness, sin, death, and life. Her throat burned even more than it did earlier, and she had repeated the words countless times, before she felt a strong essence being popped, and placed into the Wopa.
She had did it, she had cleared the world of the Shikkh. But at the expense of suffering it to a never-ending ordeal in the hole between life and death, where it could never escape. She felt lifeless, and collapsed, into the diamond.
A ginger cat looked at her with admiration, and with a raise of a paw, a small flower was cast into Midna’s left arm. With the drop of the same paw, the Continuous Cat squeezed back into death, guarding the unknown.