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TheCircle ch1-secretladyspiderHe learned the hard way.
Boy oh boy, that was the least of it.
The taste of iron rotted in his mouth as he sputtered out the small bit of blood that had come out, glaring at the foe, hating him with all he could muster. Droplets of sweat streamed down his face like tears as the new-formed rain plastered ebony hair to his acne-covered brow.
Rickety legs hoisted him up into standing. Standing was what mattered in the long run. Now the colorless T was totally see-through, the denims were their darkest navy, the tennis shoes leaking as their many cavernous holes ruptured forth. A chuckle, looking at the opponent, from the opponent it was a down to earth laugh. He found this hilarious.
Face it Sammie- tonights your last night.
The urge to charge was overcome by pangs in his chest from the beating he had just received. Sammie felt his loathing pulsing all the way through his veins, feeding on his pain like a bloodsucker does on an o
BWC 1 - ConnorchapAlright, Ill take that one, she said confidently, pointing.
The scroll-vendor looked up to her with the slightest wisp of befuddlement behind his eyes. My lady, forgive me, but I do not know what you mean.
The scholar, too, let loose a hint of befuddlement.
That one there, she repeated, gesturing once more to the scroll. Thats the one I would like.
Why this one? the scroll-vendor asked.
What? You asked me to pick one, and I did! Why not that one?
My lady, the scroll-vendor said apologetically, I am afraid that this scroll cannot be sold.
There was a small buildup of people behind the scholar by this point, waiting to see the scroll-vendors selection, anxiously peering over each others shoulders to see what the holdup was. The scholar looked with a furrowed brow at the pale scroll sitting unrolled on the counter. But its with the other scrolls for sale! It
BWC 1 - CaptainQuirkIn the dingy darkness of the ancient tomb, barely a sound could be heard. The sole key to orientation was the faintest shifting of grains of sand, farfetched, but the best the situation had to offer. Musty air rose around a net of latticed rope, which hung high but heavy over a straight drop into oblivion. Silence swallowed any sign of life, except for the far-off echos of two young but tired voices.
Shall I say I told you so?
Shut up, Winston.
The sixteen-year-old pirate captain stretched out, trying to find a position in which the nettings rough ropes wouldnt scratch her skin. It was no use. Shed been incarcerated a number of times before, as had Winston, her navigator, but neither of them had been in a trap so uncomfortable before. Kira thought back briefly to her home, the palatial luxury shed abandoned months before, and felt only minimal regret. After all,
TheLastDrop-Marianne-BlackdropAlejandra ripped the gas mask from her face, gasping for fresh air, and it hurt to breath, it hurt the gas on her lungs and the hot acid sensation in her nostrils. But it was worth it, she thought. A mighty thunderous sound exploded near by and she closed her eyes, trying in vain to cover her ears from the overwhelmig screams and pleading. The shots, the bombing.
Everywhere were only darkness, and the explosion lights were immediately engulfed by it.
She tried to stay calm, tried to remember where she was.
-¡Alejandra, run! -someone nearby yelled in fright, pushing her insistently forward.
Alejandra turned to saw someone of her unit, still with the gas mask on her face, still with a weapon on her hands.
Alejandra nodded and started moving toward one of the few constant and morbid lights.
-We ought to get there -yelled the woman on her back-, it's the last truck! they have given retreat order!
Alejandra nodded again, sure her comra
Recall Ch 1 - ConnorchapMaybe you murdered me, and your bad dreams are just a manifestation of your guilt.
Molly snorted, brushing her curly brown hair behind her ear. Did you even hear what I said?
You said, Caprivus, I hate to do this, and I hate to admit I was wrong but maybe you werent such a good target after all! Then you pasted me with a kernel. He didnt look up from the tablet he was prodding at.
Spencer, I just came it to tell you that dinners ready.
Not now, Molly. Im getting some good work done here.
Well, Im sure you can find out who murdered you after dinners done.
One minute, Spencer said distractedly, prodding at his tablet once more.
Molly sighed impatiently, glancing about the clutter of Spencers room with an offhand disapproval. The badly dusted bedroom was stacked with different display panels, flashing information needlessly across their muggy sur
Staging for WritingStaging in Regards to Writing
Setting up your scene, whether it be for a novel, short story or a script is an important aspect of writing a believable and understandable story. Staging is sort of like the layout of your world. It is imperative that the reader understand where setting(s) is, where the character(s) is coming from, going to, directions, names of places, and where people/things/places are in relation to one another.
Below I have provided an example of a written excerpt with good staging.
Sally stood in the middle of the mall, wondering where the food court was. Looking at the mall map towering before her, she found McDonald's on the first floor next to The Gap. Amy bounded up to Sally from behind the mall map carrying several shopping bags in her hands.
"If we head off that way," Sally said to Amy, pointing to the right, "We can get some lunch."
Okay, so this is a little on the simple and literal side, but it's very effe
The Dove and the Crow 1I could hear his distinctive footsteps ascend up the staircase. I hid in the safety of my bedroom wardrobe, praying he wouldnt find me. Each creak grew louder. His footsteps getting closer. The tiny chink of light issuing from the gap between the doors, now blocked by a tall, towering figure. My body numbed, my mouth dried, the cold sweat trickled down my frozen cheek, the shivers shook down my spine. He found me.
RYAN! Why havent you done the dishes yet? he shrieked. His iron grip pierced the skin on my scrawny arm as I was thrown out of the wardrobe, smacking hard against the concrete wall. His hand of steel swiftly struck me silently across the face, the pain unbearable. Cheek stinging violently, blood flooding my mouth; I collapsed onto the grey, dusty carpet, shaking the houses foundations. The image of his furious, red face consumed my mind before I fell into the black abyss of darkness. Oh Father
Adrift - draak-shadowThe sun struggled to make its way up the cloudy sky, trying to light the desolated outskirts of the snow-covered city. Its light filtered through the wooden rafters of the ceiling of the old train station, long abandoned. The building just stood there in the middle of nowhere, ruinous, its dirty greyish walls reflecting the cold light. But, despite its dead external appearance, it was full of life inside if it deserved being called life.
A bunch of kids of all ages slept there, hidden under pieces of ripped cardboard or newspapers, lying among rubbish and rusty railways. As sunlight reached their faces, they stirred, and most of them woke up. Some just closed their sleepy eyes again and turned their faces to go on sleeping, but Sergei didnt. The twelve year old boy put aside the cardboard he used as a blanket and stood up, staggering. He sank his filthy hands in a drum full of icy water and rubbed his light blue eyes. The water left dirty marks on his face as it
WWC 10 - ItamiAssassian"None of them love you, you know." Smiling, he tucked the large hardcover volume back into it's proper place on the shelf. "They'd all rather you died... It would be so much more simple, really."
Turning into his pillow, the young man scrunched his eyes shut and tried to block out the calm, soothing voice spewing the cruel words. Biting his lip and deciding to stay silent, he continued to lay on his bed, tensing up when he felt a new pressure no the mattress as the older man sat down.
"Go away..." Pressing his face harder into the pillow, his words were heavily muffled, but could still be made out. It was true, his treatment had been given and he was now to be left alone until dinner, he just needed to take his medication, which was on his night-stand with a glass of water. His request for the other man to go away was a just one.
"Go away? But my dear master Goane, I am your doctor. I am being paid by your family to take care of you, until you get better. Or, of course, unti