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Here is the beginng of the story I've written.

The Chronicles of Abiss:
The Power Without
Chapter One
An idea is a dangerous thing. Especially when the idea comes to someone who’s never had one before. Worlds collide, the way of the world changes, and every so often new worlds are formed. Abiss was a thought that came to the mind of a rather careless boy. It didn’t help that he was, by nature, a malicious child, the kind who plucks the wings of flies just to watch them squirm. Abiss being his first idea, once he got used to having ideas, he nursed it, poured his entire malevolent mind into it. As a result it grew and expanded beyond him, it’s evil mounting further than even humanity’s…
Sage woke up to a headache. The cause was that her room did not have locks, and her little brother was too loud and annoying.
“Shut UP! Get out of my room Brian!”
“I’m not in your room!” replied Brian. He was, in fact, standing in the middle of her doorway.
“You had better close that door,” Sage was too tired for a better comeback.
“Or what?” Brian wasn’t good at original comeback at all, granted he was ten.
“Or else,” replied Sage through a yawn. Brian looked less than convinced. That is until Sage lunged at him.
“Mommy, Mommy Sage is trying to kill me!” cried Brian as he scampered downstairs. Sage winced, she got rid of him but she had bruised her knee in the process. Not only that, but she would undoubtedly get in trouble with her mother. Brian was the baby of the family, and Sage’s Mother doted on him, no matter what he did.
“Sage, be nice to your brother!” Rather forbidding footsteps followed the order. Sage gathered herself off the floor to face yet another battle with her mother. She didn’t understand her mother’s strange dislike of Sage. Even before Brian was born she didn’t seem to like Sage very much.
“You can’t even find enough decency in yo to be kind to your little brother in the morning!” Her mother apparently wanted to chew Sage out about her morals. Or supposed lack thereof.
“It’s kind of hard to be decent at this time of the morning,” Sage mumbled. From the murderous glare directed at her, Sage guessed her commentary was not appreciated.
“Your not clever, but you are grounded,” was the reply.
“Not like I go anywhere.” Sage was smart enough to only think this last bit.
“Your only to go to school and you room, no computer, and no T.V. for a month,” It seemed that her mother could read minds.
“Well may I at least go to the library, I need to do some research for school.” Only partly true but Sage was no fool.
“Fine,” Sage’s mother was of the mind that only geeks like the library and her daughter was to much of a delinquent to be a geek, “but you had better not go anywhere else, and I will be checking up on you.”
“Fine, but can I go back to sleep, shower, or change or something?”
“Alright but you had better not bother your brother again.”
“He was the one bothering me,” murmured Sage. Luckily her mother had already stalked out before this comment. Sage stretched and glared at the door, entertaining the thought of strangling her brother. She groaned as she heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs.
“Didn’t know I was so unpopular,” commented her Dad with a grin.
“Thought you were Brian,” replied Sage with a sigh of relief.
“I take offense to that … I’m not that short.” Her Dad was famous for his offbeat humor.
“when oh when will you and your mother live together in harmony?”
“When I move out and go to college.”
“My greatest fear is that you are right.”
“I thought your greatest fear was snakes.”
“That as well, in any case you had better hurry up and get dressed; I believe you have a school project awaiting you at the library. I’ll speak to your mother on your behalf. Perhaps you need to get out of each other’s company for awhile.”
“Perhaps a long while,” Sage replied bitterly.
“Again I fear you are right. What was your project again.”
“I am to write a story of a world, tell of its troubles, create its legends and myths, and give a presentation of its history for the class. Mr. Flaccid said that creating our own world would held us understand this one better.”
“Sounds logical to me.”
“Mr. Flaccid is big on practical lessons, he’s my favorite teacher.”
Well any who you’d best get going,” Sages Dad loved to use really old bad slang.
“Yeah, in just a moment.”
“Right, well see you when you get back, love you,” said Sage’s Dad over his shoulder as he left the room.
“Love you too,” she smiled at her Dad’s slightly wrinkled yet boyish grin.
Sage sighed as the door closed. While she was dressed in her favorite baggy boot-cut whiskered jeans, fitted white tank top tunic, and zip-up emerald sweater she was thinking of what kind of a world she should create. Sage bent over the junk on her vanity, to gaze at the mirror. The face that stared serenely back was not overly pretty, at least according to the owner, it had brown hair draped haphazardly across the skull (hanging on for dear life), the sskin was olive, indicating and Italian descent watered down by many other descents fighting for attention, pale lips brushed across a broad mouth, and a protruding nose that led to deep jade eyes. Now the eyes were the only things that one could say was special about Sage’s physical appearance. You could see the universe in those eyes.

Thanks, I'll be adding more as I write. idea

Each time I start my mom chases me off the computer, man I sound like such a teenage girl.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It can't be!!!!!!!

But, but, but... then I'll be OOLLDDD!!!!!!!!!!

Not in my family, you turn twenty and its all over. Especially for your hair.

Wait I was only thinking of my mother's side, on my dad's I still have hope!!

I should be insulted... but some how I'm not...