Book Competition (Project #1)

Slight change of plans.  Instead of writing a screenplay we have another idea.  The Knight of Nectar has agreed to do a big project while I am on a condition.  We are going to both write books and have a slight competition.  Basically, we are going to spend the next couple of weeks/months writing books.  Then, when we finish, we want all of our readers to vote on which one was better.  I will post a chapter or part of a chapter once a week*.  The chapter/part of chapter will be posted on the home page.  Then I will post all of the chapters together here on this page.  The Knight of Nectar’s Website is http://mediumrarestories.wordpress.com.  Please read the installments of his book as well.

*I will always try to post on Wednesdays or Fridays.

The Knight of Nectar

The Knight of Nectar has decided to split off of this blog and start his own. You should all go and read his blog. The address is:

http://mediumrarestories.wordpress.com

All of his posts have been moved over to his site. I think that he also is starting on a big project that you should all go and check out.

Posting Once a Week

Okay, so wordpress is doing something called Post a Week. Since I’m starting a big project I thought it would be a good idea to try it. So, I am going to start posting parts of my big project once a week. My first post will probably be what the project is and how I’m going to do it.

If you don’t know what I’m talking about, go to this article: http://writeos.wordpress.com/2011/01/28/dannys-big-project/
and vote for what you want me to do. Can’t wait!

Creative Writing Prompt

Okay, so I want to see what you guys write. I went and found a creative writing prompt in some random far off unknown place of the internet. I want you guys to leave a comment that answers the prompt.

Here’s the Prompt:

In a paragraph describe the setting for a haunted house.

Go!

I’ll post mine too.

The house is painted dark gray. The paint is literally peeling back from the mildew encrusted walls. There is one window in the room. The glass has turned yellow with age causing the light shafts to be a dark, musty, yellow. Dust floats around the room, only to be seen in the light. There are two couches in the room. Both are covered in dust clothes that flow over the floor giving them ghostly looks. In the corner, there is a scorched fireplace with logs still in it. The carpet is the color of dried blood. It gives off the smell of antiques that everybody knows so well. The lights in the room are old style lamps on the walls. The glass on most are cracked, and none of them work anymore. The door into the room is newer. It is an dark oak door with the grains of wood are seen throughout.

Hopefully that was okay. Please give me any kind of help! Also PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE post your own paragraph. I really want to see how you guys write!

-Danny

Random Introduction

It all started with a dream. I specifically remember standing in a field. The air was stale with smell of rotting plants. It was as if you could watch the plants grown and die, right before your eyes. As it turned out time didn’t work.
As I stood there, I noticed something move. As I turned my head to look at it, I saw something else. It was coming at me fast. I had two choices to choose from: I could run, or I could jump. If I ran, then they would probably outrun me anyway. If I jumped, they would just bite my legs off.
Too late of course, I chose to run. By the time my mind kicks into reflexes and I start to run, I am thrown off my feet by one of the things.
The air came out of me in one big gush of air, as I flew through the air time seemed to slow down. I was slowly doing an spiral like aerial towards a stone wall. I could see the two beast backs also moving through the grasses. Trees fell down and disintegrated before my eyes. Just as a willow tree started to fall I felt a sharp pain rise up into my chest. I landed hard and rolled the rest of the way into the wall.
The metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth. I was about to sink into unconsciousness when the foulest thing I have ever smelled flowed into my nose. It put my whole body into convulsive fits. As I was convulsing I got a couple of glances at my attackers. (Luckily they were the same ones as before)
The first one I saw made me think of an oversized grease monkey. He was a large man with small squinty eyes and a large pot belly. A tooth poked out of his mouth at a jagged angle. His pointed tail waved back and forth and his feet…his feet were monstrous! Wait was that a tail I just saw. I took a couple more steps back. The second attacker could only be described as one thing, oversized mutated bulldog human that had recently lost a bar fight.
Both of the offenders stood there holding long curved blue knives. I, on the other hand, had nothing. I grabbed the first thing that I felt, which of course happened to be nothing other than a flimsy branch. I searched around the ground one more time and felt a good sturdy stick. I grabbed it and tried to get off the ground but pain in my legs overwhelmed me. Both creatures shuffled over to me. They both glared at me. I couldn’t escape, there was a stone wall to my back and two huge creepy looking… things… to my front. Both tensed and then pounced.
I was scared to death not knowing what to do. Then a thought came into my mind, at school I had been learning about double attacks. This was obviously my first encounter . I was trying to quickly think through all of the defensive strategies I had learned. As I decided which move I should make, I noticed that the creatures were closer than they had been before. They hit me over the head and blackness over took me.
I woke up possibly hours later. It was all just a dream. Because of the hit on the head (in the dream) , a dull pain resided over my entire body. I felt like my stomach was literally about to come back out of my mouth, and I was sure that my foot was twisted at least seven-hundred-twenty degrees. As I lay there, I remembered what had happened. It must just be side effects from my mind thinking I was hurt.
I tried to bring my head up but the pain knocked my brain around. Blackness threatened to take over again. I waited for a little while more. I was about to try to look up again, when I heard footsteps and breathing. I tried to play dead as to not let the creature see I was conscious.
“Matt. Matt, Matt, Matt.” A familiar voice started to talk. “I thought you were better than that. I thought I had taught you how to defend yourself. I specifically remember giving you the textbook on NOT freaking out in battle. What happened out there?”
I brought my head up to see my teacher, Mr. Siqy. That was when my whole first term of schooling came back to me.
“Sorry Matt, but you have failed.”
Oh… that’s right… it wasn’t a dream… it was my mid-term.

Two Different Eyes

Authors Note:  Yet another prompt from my English teacher.  Everybody in the class had to write on the prompt, “I have a green eye and a brown eye.  The green eye sees the truth, but the brown sees much, much more.”  This is what I wrote.  Hope you enjoy it!

The darkness seemed to ripple around me as I stepped through the window.  The sense of just being in this house was horrific.  I could already see where it had taken place.  The first thing I saw was the smell.  The smell being emitted from the carpet was very faint.  Someone had tried to cover it up, but I could still see it.

It was a somewhat metallic smell.  It gave off more of silver and red smells.  Obviously this had been murder.

Now, some of you might be confused, “What kind of typo is that.  Seeing smell.”.  Well actually, it isn’t a typo.  You see, I was born with a green eye and a brown eye.  The green eye sees the truth, but the brown sees much, much more.

I can literally see smells and tastes.  After a lot of practice I can tell the differences.   The police value my ability.  They hired me because I could tell what had happened at a crime scene just by looking at it.  I could also track down the culprit by their smell.  Every person has an individual smell.  You just had to look for it.

My sergeant was standing next to me.  In less than a second, I grabbed his gun and kicked him in the chest.  This propelled him back through the window we had entered.  Then I went after the murderer.  I ran through the city.  All the different smells were disorienting, but years ago, I had learned to single out smells. I had learned to follow that one smell I was following.   I followed  the murderer’s smell to the freeway.  It was one o’clock in the afternoon.  There were no cars around.  The murderer had taken off into the scorching  desert.

“Even better,” I muttered, “I will be able to find him that much easier.”

As I took off into the desert,  the smell of baked clay and sand was orange.  I could see a trail of the scent of red blood weaving through it.  Diesel black intermingled he was definitely in a big diesel truck.  I searched, but there were no traces of any other smell.  So he was alone.  I leaped aboard a truck which headed in the same direction.  The city fell behind and the mountains rose up ahead.  Suddenly the trail veered off the road.  I jumped off and rolled straight into a solid oak tree.  Something cracked.  As I started to sit up I saw the grey coming off of the fungus I had landed on.

I also saw heat radiating off of a diesel truck.  There was a man leaning on it watching me.  As soon as I got up, I threw a punch straight at his face.  Instead of connecting with his nose, my hand connected with the truck window.  Glass punctured my hand.  The man took the opportunity of my surprised pain and kicked my feet out from under me.  His dexterity didn’t cease to amaze me.  In the time that I was falling to the ground he shot a punch straight to the my shoulder.  It caused me to cart-wheel through the air and onto the ground.  My gun dropped from my hand and skid to under the truck.  I looked up only to get a kick to the face.  I could feel, and smell, the blood start to come from my nose.

Luckily for me, I had been in a couple of fights before.  I swung my hand out just as his foot came back from the kick.  I grabbed his ankle and pulled.   He flung out onto the ground just next to me.  I jumped to my feet to get the advantage.  I looked down at the murderer.  I looked down at  many different smells.  This was the man I was looking for.  This was my enemy.  He too, had two different colors in his eyes.  His eyes, however, didn’t see smell.  His eyes saw how things worked.  Mostly, his eyes saw the flaws in bank vaults and rich men’s windows.   He made the ultimate criminal.  But I had found him.  It was done.  I could now relax.

I heard the police sirens approach us.  I kicked out his hand as he grabbed for my gun.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.  Not this time.”  I said as I looked down at him.  I  could literally see the smell of his strong emotions, defeat, fear, and… and… and  there was something else.  I could smell… respect.  He respected me for catching him.  I had done what no one could do before me.   The sergeant  pulled up and stepped out of his car.  As he walked past me to put the handcuffs on the criminal, he shouldered me straight into the truck.  Ouch, that was going to leave a bruise in the morning.

NaNoWriMo

Yes!! NaNoWriMo is about to start!! In fact, it starts on November 1st. I am definitely going to try it this year. I think that I will continue my Village story, that is, unless I have some amazing inspiration in less than a month. Hopefully it goes well!

For more info on NaNoWriMo visit their website at http://www.nanowrimo.org/

-Danny

P.S. You should all enter too! It would be way fun!!

 

Facebook Page

Hey, we just started a Facebook page!! Everybody who likes this website should go and “like” our Facebook Page and then share it will all of your friends!! Just type “WriteO’s” into the search bar. Our page is the one with the burning book!! Please “Like” it!!

Thanks!!!

-Danny

Danny’s Screenplay

So I think I might start writing a screenplay instead of stories. My friends and I just got into making movies and since I’m into this writing stuff… I might just do it for them. Anyway, I’ve never written a screenplay before so if any of you have suggestions or tips feel free to leave them. Also, I’m sorry we haven’t posted in a while but we got kind of busy with school so hopefully we can get back into it.

-Danny

P.S. I will post different parts of the screenplay up here. They will probably still be in screenplay form though, sorry.

Pill, Bell, Detour

Authors Note:  Okay, here’s an interesting exercise that my teacher had us try.  She gave us a paper with hundreds of random words on it.  Then, we closed our eyes and pointed at the paper.  Whatever word we landed on we wrote down.  We repeated three times.  Then, we had to write a story with these three words in it.  My words were Pill, Bell, and Detour.  Hope you enjoy.  Please leave comments.  Here is a good website to get words at if you would like to try this: http://watchout4snakes.com/creativitytools/RandomWord/RandomWordPlus.aspx

Rachael rang the doorbell of 55th Avenue in Little Rock, Arkansas.  Mrs. Pruette had called several days before and asked her to babysit her two kids, Max and Seth.

They were identical twins and were four years old.

Mrs. Pruette answered the door.

“Okay, Medicine is in this cabinet over here, the kids bedtime is eight-thirty, Don’t let them have any chocolate.  Max is allergic to Styrofoam.”  Mrs. Pruette rambled.  “I’ll just be at the theater if you need anything. Call me if you need anything.”

Mrs. Pruette then proceeded to leave.  As the car drove off Rachael could hear the bells in the distance.

The bells meant that is was seven o’clock.  She thought she heard a crash from downstairs.  She flew down the stairs. When she got down, she found out that Max and Seth had been shooting each other with dart guns.  Max had accidentally shot Seth in the eye.  Seth then fell over, bumped the television and sent the vase on top toppling to the ground.  Inside the vase was a piece of paper.

“What’s this?” Rachael mumbled as she bent down to pick it up.  She unfolded the piece of paper to reveal a map of the house.  The map was dated 1689.  The map also revealed many a passage way in the house.

“Max, Seth, did you guys know about the secret passage ways?” Rachael asked.

“Yeah,” Max said as he pointed to the map, “Our room is  down this one.”

They set off down the passage that led to their bedroom.  The main passage was blocked by rocks so they ended up taking a couple  detours.

Finally Rachael put the kids to bed and watched the horror movie on channel 73.

The movie was about a boy who’s parents had left him alone.  While he was there alone he got murdered by an insane homicidal maniac.

She jumped when she heard the passage door shut.  She set her glass of water down o the coffee table and went to the boys room.  They were both sound asleep.  She went back and drank some water.  It tasted bad.  Then she saw him, a man in black, standing behind the TV.

“Your resistance is futile, young fool.” The man said.  “The doors are jammed, windows don’t open, and actually, your already dying.” Rachael stopped and spun.

“What?” She yelped.

Well, you see,” The man said slowly coming towards her. ” I put a pill in your drink.  this pill was full of arsenic and cyanide.  This will kill you in a matter of minutes.”

“Who are you?” asked Rachael, stunned to the spot by fear.  As soon as she asked, the man pulled off his mask.  The thing that bugged Rachael was that it was Mrs. Pruette.

“With this many passage ways, the police will never find you?  By the time they do find you, I will live far, far away.

Then, Rachael passed out never to be seen again.