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 Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 12:49 pm
This is a place for writers to gather around and write stories. A place where fellow writers and readers can comment and make requests and read. A place for taking in knowledge of the unknown and ejecting all those down-to-earth laws of physics. A realm of imagination. A realm where the pencil and paper (or in this case, keyboard and monitor) hold all the secrets of the universe and can change the course of time. This is the Storywriting Corner, where dreams can become reality. So dig in, my fellow readers and writers. Be swept away into a magical land of harmony and song.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 12:56 pm
Please don't write violent stories. They will promptly be erased from existence.
This is a peaceful place, like a dojo or a temple or a meditation session. Your stories can have excitement and adventure, even horror. But they mustn't be violent.
Notice my peaceful way of speaking, lol.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 1:50 pm
The Gold Feather and the Bird by: Super Aelita My dog, Izzy, was sniffing in a bush. Then she wagged her tail and dove into the bush. She was jumping around, chasing something. Then she took off out of the bush with a gray thing in her mouth. I leaped at her leg, grabbed it, and reeled her in. The thing jumped out of her mouth and sped back into the bush. I scolded Izzy and carried her inside. Then I went to the bush to investigate. After pushing back a few branches and brambles, I found a tiny, gray, baby bird. It sat there, still and silent. That bird was smart, it was almost invisible like that! I raced inside and came back out with a little crumb of bread. I mashed it up and set it beside the bird. That way it wouldn't go hungry or anything. Overhead in a tree, the mother bird was squaking wildly. I looked at the bird one more time before going back inside. I was tempted to take a picture, but I couldn't bring myself to scare the living daylights out of the mother and child. So I just went back inside. Izzy was waiting for me there. I let her look out the screen door. She sat there, looking on. Watching. Waiting. The birds seemed to be scolding her more fiercely than I had. What looked like a mother and father sat on the branch above the house, silent at first, then bursting into an unbridled rage. Like bulls busting out of a farm and charging at a girl flashing her red sweater. Like a horse that was bucking its rider off its back. Like nothing you could ever imagine coming from a bird's throat. They swooped down and bounced on the branches. They screeched and cursed. They gave Izzy a lecture she wouldn't soon forget. Izzy retreated into the safety of her cage and peeked through the bars. Then she crept out and perched at the top of the back of the chair. She was at an angle so that she could peer through the screen door and avoid detection. She dozed off, only to be awakened a moment later by a familiar smell. She perked her ears and listened like a radar. Then she spotted them. There, in the front yard, were the family of birds. They were marching in a line. First the mother, then the father, then the baby, strutting happily behind them. I glanced over and nearly fell from my seat. Were they taunting us? Were they punishing us? Or were they just displaying their assortment of feathers? Whatever the reason was, I flung myself out that door, my heart pounding. The birds were gone! I scanned the trees. Still no birds. Were they hiding from me? Then I had an idea: the bush! As if on auto pilot, I made a beeline for the bushes and pushed through all the branches and brambles and leaves. I dug through the clay-like soil like a mad gopher. No birds. No mom. No dad. No baby. Not even a nest. The grass seemed to whisper, Look over there and you will find a trace of evidence!. Or maybe it only seemed that way. The sun shone through the leaves. I looked over and saw a beam of light revealing a sparkling golden feather. The effect was so stunning, so magical, so undescribable. I reached out and touched the feather. The wind fell silent and the air felt heavy. I slid the feather into my pocket and resolved to place it in my box of treasures. Oh, the unspeakable wonder of that pure, golden feather! As if it warded off all the troubles and evils of the world! Then I saw the one true trace of sure proof that this hadn't all been just a dream. Where the feather was lying, there was one more thing to be found: The crumb of bread with a small bird-sized bite taken out of it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 2:49 pm
A Mystery Unfolds
by: Super Aelita
Notes About the Story
I am writing this story partly based on the course of my roleplay thread: A Mystery Unfolds. I base it on that because I often get stuck in the middle of a story. If nobody adds to it for a while, I'll try to make something up. I'll also add more interesting stuff that isn't in the thread. This may take a long time...
Chapter 1
"Ow. Ugh. Where am I? What happened?" Katie sat up and looked around. She was in the middle of a field. "Hello? Is anyone there? HELP ME!!!" She rubbed her head and sighed. What exactly DID happen, anyway? All she could remember was war, an explosion, and plummeting through outer space. Her clothes were torn, she was all scratched up, and her head hurt terribly. She was new to this strange place and was wondering what the future would hold. Then again, what was her past? She glanced at a stretch of black stuff. Monsters were whizzing up and down it. Beside it was a sign that read, "Welcome to California". California? Where was THAT? Oh, was she ever lost! She was on a different PLANET that was LIGHT-YEARS away from her home. She didn't remember where it was, but she knew it wasn't here. She covered her face and sobbed. After a bit of crying, she looked up and saw a strange creature approaching. It had two legs and two arms like her. It looked furious. Katie probably upset it by landing in its field. It started yowling at her, but stopped when it saw her dirty face streaked with tears. It seemed to beckon Katie into some kind of brick nest. But Katie couldn't understand the language it spoke. She followed it and tried to talk, but the creature just frowned and looked puzzled. Then it brightened and handed Katie a dictionary. Within a few days, Katie could speak English. She learned she was on Earth in America. The stretch of black stuff was a road. The monsters were cars. She was in a house occupied by a creature called a human. His name was Phil. Katie told Phil about her troubles, but he shook his head and sighed. "I don't know if you're tellin' the truth or not, but lemme tell ya this. You're going to hafta go out into the world and look for your own answers. If you really are some alien from outer space, your ancestors will guide you towards your destiny." Phil waved goodbye to Katie as she headed off in search of answers. "That is SOME kid," thought Phil.
Chapter 2
Robert Nelson was relaxing when his phone started ringing. "What is it?" he asked irritably. "Bob, this is Phil. I think you'd better get over here right away," said Phil. "Okay, I get it. I'll be right over." An hour later, Bob sat in Phil's living room with his eyes bulging and his jaw on the floor. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FOUND HER???" he screamed. He didn't know how to feel. Could this Katie girl be the key to getting home at last? You see, Bob wasn't really human. He was really an alien from the planet Oomii. He didn't remember WHERE his planet was, though. However, he DID remember how he got here. He was the emperor of Oomii; his name used to be Emperor Shaide. His planet was at peace with another planet called Doimyy that had once tried to gain control of the universe. Shaide and his army foiled their plans, creating peace between the two planets. The peace lasted for a decade, but one day, Doimyy launched a Lunar Lazer at Oomii. He managed to escape to a Transporter Bubble, but he was unable to save the rest of his people. He fled to Earth and still avenges the destruction of his home to this day. Maybe his planet wasn't completely destroyed. Perhaps Katie was from his planet too? "You'd better hurry up and catch her," said Phil. Shadow nodded. "If that's what it takes, I will." Katie was walking aimlessly around California when she heard footsteps behind her. "Who's that?" she wondered. She kept walking, but the footsteps never went away. She turned around and saw a shady figure walking toward her. "Who are you?" Katie shrieked. A sword materialized in her hand. "What the...? I guess since I'm from another planet, I have superpowers. Sweetness!" Katie pointed her blade at the strange shadow. "Don't touch me! You hear?" The figure seemed to smirk, then disappeared. Katie was puzzled. Who was that man? Then she heard more footsteps coming from behind. She whirled around and pointed her sword again. "If you think you can trick me with that--" "Relax. I have come seeking your help." This time it was Robert. She relaxed a bit but didn't drop her defenses. "I heard you're from another planet. You're an alien. And you're lost. Am I right?" "Yeah," Katie stammered. "How in the world did you know?" "Phil told me. We're old buddies. You see, I'm sorta in the same situation as you. I didn't plummet to Earth and leave a crater in the middle of a citrus field, but I'm basically lost too." Katie let her sword dissolve. She clenched her fist where the hilt used to be, then she relaxed her hands and sighed. "I want to believe you, but I don't know if I really should." She was still confused about everything that had happened so far. "Don't worry. You can trust me. Honest." Robert took Katie's hand and held it tight. "How else would I know all this? I don't remember the name of my home planet, but we could be from the same one. We could uncover our past..." Shadow looked into Katie's eyes. "...and maybe save the future of our planet. PLEASE. You HAVE to trust me. I've been waiting a long time for this and...well...I might never meet another alien again." Katie pulled her hand away and looked at her feet. "He seems so sincere..." Katie looked up again. "Okay, I'll trust you."
Chapter 3
"And I thought I was the only one!" Katie exclaimed. Robert had just finished telling her his story. Katie had started calling Robert by his real name ever since she first learned it. "But Shaide, whatever will we do to discover our past? Nobody else on Earth knows about our dilemma, except Phil!" "Shush! Not so loud! Just call me Robert," said Robert. "All right, Shaidy Shaide. You got it!" Katie teased. Robert sighed. Katie spoke up again. "Okay, seriously. We need to figure this out. Is there anyone else like us? Surely we can't be the only ones." "You're right," a mysterious voice replied. Katie and Robert turned around and saw the shady figure that Katie had encountered before. Katie charged an Energy Field and Robert prepared a fireball. "Calm down, misguided ones," the shadow spoke. "My name is Blaide. I bring news from Moon Clan. There are three others like you. Once you find them, bring them to the Moon and put them on three craters. Only then will you discover your past and future..." And with that, the shady character was gone. The two befuddled aliens dropped their defenses and looked at each other. They needed no words; they knew they had their answers. But with that came more secrets. Katie managed to choke out a few words in her shock. "He said his name was Blaide. Doesn't that sound like--" Roger interrupted. "Shaide? I know. I feel some weird connection with him, as if he were lost family. Maybe..." Roger looked up at the sky. The sun was setting and the moon was rising. "We have to get to the Moon. But first, let's find those other aliens.
Chapter 4
coming soon
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 2:07 pm
A Tribute to the Sandhill
by: Super Aelita
Note:
The Sandhill was a hill of sand my friends and I used to play on when we were small. It was in a corner of a parking lot and was used as a dump. I had lots of fun, until it was rudely sabotaged by boys on bikes. They have been dubbed the "neighborhood boys". This is a first person tribute written to the long gone but always beloved Sandhill. Yes, we considered it a proper noun.
The Following Pretty Much Documents Everything About the Sandhill And Is The Story That This Post Was Constructed To Tell:
Ever since I was first allowed to bike ride around town by myself, I went to that dump to play. To an outsider, it would look like a disgrace that should be eliminated. But to us, we'd just struck gold. The neighborhood boys made bike ramps, there were bricks to build with, there was wood and dirt and weeds... Any child's dream. Every day I could, I rode down there to frolic carelessly. It wasn't until many joyful summer months had passed that us girls noticed you, the lonely Sandhill. There was a ditch around you that filled up when it rained, like a moat. So we put a drawbridge across it and set up cones for decoration. We bend your weeds every which way to make corridors and rooms. There were emergency exits, cheap security, even a lookout post. And nobody on Earth knew about your potential except us. You had a new life ahead, a bright future. We spent every given moment to slip away and play. You were happy with your new position and thought you'd become immortal. In a way, you were. But in another way, you weren't. We were all unsuspecting of the doom that laid in front of you. Only days later did that doom dawn upon us. And it was already too late. The neighborhood boys (curse their wretched ways) had decided to be daredevils. They took the drawbridge and leaned it against you. To them, you were nothing but a meaningless obstacle that could be turned into a meaningful bike ramp with little effort. They ramped up the drawbridge, flipped into the air, and landed with a crash on top of you. We suspect that our bond had created a kind of forcefield around you that cursed the boys to be unsuccessful. However, all the rooms and hallways were left in ruins and you'd shrunken in size. When we'd found you in that condition, we were full of sorrow. But we rebuilt you the best we could. You would've wanted that, wouldn't you? Well, you can't tell us now, but we hope you did. We revived you, although you'd never be as grand as you had formerly been. We did some investigating and found out more details, but we could not devise a good plan of revenge. Every course of action would most likely end in a failure in some way. We wept, as we knew you wouldn't be with us much longer. A few days later, the day we'd always dreaded had come. Someone came and tore you down. You'd become a small and helpless mound. Your uprooted weeds were scattered everywhere. All the rooms, hallways, bridges... everthing was gone. And you, the beloved Sandhill, were dead. We were ridiculously sad, but we knew what we had to do. We set down a list of rules for your grave, such as having to give up something we loved in your honor. You see, you were more than a hill of sand. You were a cool hideout, yes. But you were more than just that. You were a place to share dreams and let our imaginations run free. You were a place of happiness and joy, with no sadness or sorrow whatsoever. You were like a living, breathing friend that always listened patiently and sheltered us from the cruel things that laid beyond your sacred realm. You were... a sanctuary. We'll never forget you. You will always live on in our hearts, so in a way, you are immortal. To you, we pay our respects.
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