Prologue: 1000 years ago... Dark clouds hover above the world's most powerful nation while the nation's generals organized a defense against the demons which rose from a fissure. Suddenly several soldiers drop their swords, making mighty clangs as the metal hit the stone floors. The demons had been hiding all along. Taken by surprise, the army was slaughtered. The generals knew they were defeated, fighting to their last breath defending a land doomed to fall to the demons. As the last of the generals fell, the sacred gems left them in search of people destined to possess them and bring salvation to the land. But that would not come for centuries, and so the world falls to the malevolent forces... Afternote: please tell me if I should continue the story on the feedback thread and comment. Thx
Please, other people want to read my stories. If u have something to say, say it in the feedback thread or don't say it at all
And just because u don't care doesn't mean nobody does. Your opinion isn't the only one that matters. I have opinions from the more respectful and honorable players anyways
respectful and honorable players? according to whom? you? lol you are a nobody. a nobody who thinks they can actually write a story.
as I have said the last 6 times somebody brought up the "why don't you write a story then?!?" argument, I'll say it again. I've said before, I don't like creative writing. I have no talent at writing a story. I'm not interested in writing whatsoever. I have no intention or desire to try and write. too many people clearly think they can write a good story and then try to. and so many, like you, then write said story. but alas, it sucks and only shows and confirms that you can't write either. your story is so bad in fact, you should never write again. I mean, why would you want to continue failing this badly again?
Chapter 1: Part 1: I closed my locker door and sighed. Today was a really bad day. If only I knew it was gonna get worse. The bell rang and I headed to my last class of the day. Then everything went black and white and everything stopped moving. Except me. Then I heard a scream of terror. Running towards it, I found my friend pinned by what looked like a hulking mass of red rocks. "Help me", she pleaded, as I backed away uncertainly. Then my uncertainty disappeared, curiously replaced with determination. Charging, I kicked the demon and it stumbled backwards. My friend leapt up and hid behind a vending machine. "Run!", I yelled as I continued to fight. Suddenly the earth shook beneath me. Trusting my instincts, I jumped back as a sharp rock spire rose where I had been standing. As the battle dragged on, I became slightly weaker every passing seconds. The flames engulfed the area around me, the demon clearly done playing. It charged through, grabbed me by the neck and threw me back. I slammed into the wall and slid to the floor unconscious. Part 2: I didn't know what to do. I started panicking, seeing the strength of that demon throwing my friend. He was unconscious, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and running down from his side onto the floor. Then my eyes fell onto the door. Running through, I grabbed a metal pipe, hoping the metalwork teacher wouldn't mind, and swung it at the demon. I stared at the bent pipe. It had not even hurt the demon. I noticed my friend stirring and kept the demon focused on me. My friend staggered, attempting to get to his feet. I slowly backed away, desperately looking for something to defend myself with. Staggering forward, my friend headlocked the demon, but the demon simply pried his hands off and threw him against the wall. The demon didn't hesitate. The next moment, I slammed into the same wall, coughing up blood as I slid to the ground. We both got to our feet and looked at each other. "To the death", he said, and we both charged, hoping to end it even if it meant our lives. There's chapter 1. Again, please post on the feedback thread and be honest. Thx
practice in the privacy of your own home or on a forum designed and intended to deal with aspiring writers.
Yeah if you don't know to write little 3rd grader how do you no if a storie sucks or nut answer that question smart guy.