@Candi I don't like that idea much...lol @Paradox how diligent and optimistic of you But I guess KaW will have to go for two weeks...otherwise I'd never study anything properly...
Yes, I fail time after time at stories, but one of my traits is determination. And i have some to actually do a good story in FF. An excert if this goes well from a story I'm brewing. (This goes along with that huge joke of Spragga) The Legend Of Spragga: His robes flowed beneath him as he walked along the stormy path. Sword in sheath, heading to the one rival he couldn't kill. But he planned on doing so today.
I can offer more: The path he was walking on was litterally fashioned from strom clouds. The kingdom he planned to destroy stood out like a sore thumb. High defense, low offense, he observed. He silently snuck up to the gate. P.S. I might abadon this story, just got a really cool story idea from an add in WC.
Ok, I'm abadoning the story because I made a new outline on another story calles Zenith. It's a tale of mages, rogue, and warrior who have to use their trust and friendshp to bind a spell that will save or destroy the world. And by the time of the zenith.
Zenith: The moon had almost reached it's zenith, observed Kyle. And when it does, that day will be the day the Earth dies. Unless the group of teenagers from Middletown Highschool can band together and weave the spell. Chapter 1: The School Way I woke up, alarm ringing in my ear. I slammed my hand on the snooze button, and observed my bedroom. It was light brown, with carpet on the floor. The window's curtains were an orangish yellow splash. I got up, and looked in my bathroom mirror. Messy brown hair, blue eyes, tan skin, and fit. That's me, Drake Heimer. I heard mom calling, "Cmon Drake! Your cereal is getting soggy!" I yawned, then threw on my clothes: White T-shirt, blue threaded pants, brown belt, with a silver watch glinting on my arm. I came down the hall, and into the kitchen. It was light green, hardwood floor, with the refridgerator on the left wall with the oven and microwave. I grabbed my bowl, and sat down at the table. After I finished, I put it in the dishwasher. I called out to mom, "Heading to school! Bye!" and I closed the door, hearing a muffled "Bye!" through it. I hopped on my blue bike, and went down the road to Middletown Highschool. It was for the gifted; stealthy, Rogue. Hard built, warrior. Intellect, mage, etc etc. I saw my friends, Jackson, Sarah, Luke, and Merideth.
huh? Do you mean alarms or an alarm? First paragraph is stupid. No one looks in a mirror and describes themselves. No one wakes up and describes their bedroom, either. I semi don't wanna read the rest...