I got an idea for a story but idk if i should bother.. I mean, ive been arount fanfic for..ever. But idk if i should cause there so many new stories popping up. I also suck at emglish so i'd need a lot of help with spelling for something thatight not be worth it.. Should i bother? This is the pro.. Prolog? <-Lol see what i mean? A man walked into a room. A seemingly normal man.. Into a seemingly normal room... With a seemingly normal walk.. All these seemingly normal things are not noticed to be unnormal because they are seemingly normal. But the truth is that none of these things are normal. The truth.. Is that all of these things are downright abnormal.... For this is the life of Saliz. I also have the first chapter but no title or definite direction..
It's called a "prologue" lol. And that seems like an interesting part. "Abnormal" eh? Post more! iZaln
That's really good. You should write it! And all you need to do about the spellings either get a dictionary, or you can just spell it wrong! It doesn't matter!
Well this is gonna be the first chapter.. Gah A man walked into a room. A seemingly normal man.. Into a seemingly normal room... With a seemingly normal walk.. All these seemingly normal things are not noticed to be unnormal because they are seemingly normal. But the truth is that none of these things are normal. The truth.. Is that all of these things are downright abnormal.... For this is the life of Saliz. Vvvvmmmm... The rotarory generator in the middle of the room didnt change Saliz' movement.. He didnt havr to see it. He knew it was there. Even with its clever discuise. It's owners wanted to keep it hidden. But no; they couldnt simply discuise this high-tech piece of equipment as a simple solid work desk. He walked over to the other side of the room and pulled a file out of a drawer. If what he did could be considered walking. Most of it was for show. The truth was he could fly, teleport, run without getting tired, heck he could even swim through land. Thats why he had been picked for this job. Him and whatever he was touching could use any mode of travel that he wished as long as it is unhindered. And that does mean, any. As he walked to another cabnit he tossed the file he picked up ealrier onto the desk in the center of the room. It was the right one. He knew it. He walked to the other side, and after deciding not to take another file, walked over as to grab the one off the desk in the middle of the room. As he was reaching, he touched it. The desk. POOF! Him and the desk were gone, leaving the generator uncovered and the desk suspended hundreds of feet in the air above the building and to its right. He dropped the it over the camoflauged guard house before teleporting back into the town hall. He grabed the generator. No teleportation with this one. Instantly him and it sunk into the floor just to pop out of the dirt about 15 feet away from the hall's outside. Damn.. The guards can see him.. He whipped around and ran with the generator. It was a blue-green ball that floated in the middle of a metal ring that rotated around it every which way. The metal ring was contained in a glass ball that had a handle that he was holding. The generator itself wasn't much larger than a mans head. Weighed 75 pounds though.. Saliz found himself wishing he was stronger as he ran from the three guards chasing him. But still. They didnt stand a chance. After all, they were merely human. Saliz started his asent. Soon he was about 50 feet in the air. Safe. They would never catch him he thought, drifting far above the peaceful pastures, cows, and farmyards below... Whoof...the air was forced from Saliz' lungs and he was out cold. Falling to the ground, the generator was caught, and he was left to fall to his death... Wont be doing anything else yet till i get a title..