Character Castle 2.0
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@bigideaskc
It’s that button next to “REPLY” that says “QUOTE.” Just click that and it pops up your whole reply! I like to copy and paste to break ’em up into pieces like I did with yours, haha.
Thank you! I think I got it but I probably didn’t get it XDWell, I guess, let’s get down to business to defeat this story!
The book was glowing! The entire freaking book was glowing! Ehud was totally not panicking!! Ax Girl dropped it on the floor with a loud Clap! that Ehud seconded. Ducking behind Ax Girl he yanked her back in case it exploded. Incidentally, she was in the middle of slamming him into the wall when everything shattered into darkness and that was the last thing he remembered.
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Am I still alive? Is this death?
…it’s…kinda disappointing…
And bright whatever it is. Maybe he fell asleep during a major school exam that he didn’t prepare for (It wasn’t as if they could afford school anyway; the government enforced schooling very strictly because they had all their propaganda ready-made there. Homeschooling was, naturally, illegal as was most self-taught knowledge). On the other hand, he might have been knocked out but then his head would hurt way more than it did.
Dazed, Ehud propped on his elbows and tried to tug a gnarled matt of hair out of his field of vision. It was bright and they were outside or something. A courtyard? Did somebody have an ax…? Sun-heated stone tile dug uncomfortably into his tailbone. Some weird winged Tom Thumb…It wasn’t a dream?
“Ok…so ‘Lord Castle’ likes teleporting people, am I right?” On a sudden impulse, Ehud leapt to his feet and started looking around in a semi-panic. “Where’s the books I stole?!…or borrowed or whatever…”
There was one book lying open on the paneled floor still oozing a half-glow before it went out. Where was everyone else!?! Ehud did not want to be here alone. At all. Slamming the book shut, he darted around the overgrowth of wild flowers craning out of their respective gardens, trying to soak in the new scenario. Then he halted abruptly and ran a hand through his hair because he couldn’t quite remember everyone’s names.
“Um…Calis…Cal…Ax Girl!? Ahab! Erin! Mr Fairy! Help?” He started shouting and dashing through the winding yard until he nearly bowled over someone who dodged in the nick of time while he skidded to a stop.[Well, whoever wanted to be found first I wasn’t real sure 🙂 You can introduce your character here if ya want @bigideaskc. I guess everyone landed in about the same place but Ehud was too busy panicking to notice but any way you want it to go is great with me]
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
I think i did it wrong…sigh, i’ll get it right eventually
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Personally I think I liked the biggest fear idea from the green dinosaurs…but if everyone but me is in favor for the latter, I can’t argue. 😅
(Such a late contribution to the discussion, Emily!)
(I think I just discovered I can sing 😱)
One day you'll be someone's favorite author.
You can introduce your character here if ya want @bigideaskc. I guess everyone landed in about the same place but Ehud was too busy panicking to notice but any way you want it to go is great with me]
@this-is-not-an-alien LOL! Sounds good; thank you! 😀
@millennium DUDE!!! Emily! Good to see you! 😀 This is Nola! O . O How’ve you been?Grammar Geek | Steampunk Enthusiast | Published Author | Winged Warrior | Avatar by RedPhoenix15
Hahaha! I hear ya. I like to say that I make my own motivation rather than seeking it or just waiting for it to appear in the vastness of earth, LOL, by jotting down random words to replace later if I’m stuck on the Blank Page Syndrome or simply taking a breath of fresh air outside and then coming back in; y’know, fun stuff like that.
Ah! I see! That is a great idea!! I probably need to work on taking notes, because I forget pretty much everything I ever wanted to say, LOL, which is not good when you are trying to be a writer.
And your book is a bestseller?! Wow, that is AWESOME! Congrats!
And I totally don’t mind if you drop in a different character 😉
Am I still alive? Is this death?
…it’s…kinda disappointing…That is one of the funniest one liners ever, LOL!! And I love how Ehud’s running around, screaming for us to help him when we could be enemies still 😛
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.Well, we could have them escape from the dinosaurs somehow, and then they get to the greatest-fears-thingy-ma-bob? Maybe they all run around like chickens with their heads cut off until they find the door, get stuck trying to get through it all at the same time, and pop out into the fountain room? Just a theory, LOL 😛
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.Ah! I see! That is a great idea!! I probably need to work on taking notes, because I forget pretty much everything I ever wanted to say, LOL, which is not good when you are trying to be a writer.
@wingiby-iggiby LOL! Well, I don’t think you’re trying to be a writer – I think you are one! 😉 If you write, you’re a writer – no doubt about it. 😀And your book is a bestseller?! Wow, that is AWESOME! Congrats! And I totally don’t mind if you drop in a different character 😉
Thank you so much! 😀 And okay, cool!
Grammar Geek | Steampunk Enthusiast | Published Author | Winged Warrior | Avatar by RedPhoenix15
Heeeey! I’m doing pretty well. I assume you are doing good? You going to *ahem* come back?
That sounds great!
One day you'll be someone's favorite author.
1. Yeah, I like the idea of doing both too.
Such a late contribution to the discussion, Emily!)
2. Lol, you’re fine! I always get behind on stuff like this too 😀
3. YOU CAN SING?! Really?! That’s awesome! I have no idea if there is an official name for this stuff, what kind of voice do you have? Is it clearer, or more raspy, or more vibrato-y?
Glad you’re back!
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
Hehe, I’m not really sure I can sing for real. 😜 I just hit a note and surprised myself. I’m pretty smooth, but a little raspy.
One day you'll be someone's favorite author.
“I didn’t do it!” blurted out Ehud.
Do what? Not again? Allen felt the magic surge.
“Here we go again.”
When Allen woke up, the area was changed again. He was in a greenhouse, maybe. He was under a fern. Pleasant but he had to find the others before that kid did something again. A butterfly flitted by. Whistling, Allen tried to find a mockingbird. If he could get one of those, he could move far more freely.
What he got was a cold chill. Allen had felt that only once before. Fighting that eagle had showed him that there were thing stronger than him. What was watching him was above his level. Shutting up, Allen drew his sword and jumped further into the plants. Forget the others. He had to save himself to save the other later.
The Devil saw me with my head down and got excited. Then I said Amen
Heeeey! I’m doing pretty well. I assume you are doing good?
@millennium Hey! I’m glad to hear you’re doing well! 😀 How’s Hans, LOL? And yes, I’m doing well also! Suuuper busy. 😛So good to hear from ya! 😀
Grammar Geek | Steampunk Enthusiast | Published Author | Winged Warrior | Avatar by RedPhoenix15
Nice! It sounds like you have a good voice to me, but I guess I’m no expert and I can’t hear it *shrugs* But I bet you do 😀
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
@mischievous-thwapling
Hey I like your new pic!To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Thanks! 😀 For some reason, it makes me feel good XD
Alrighty! Here’s my post, sorry it’s been awhile since I’ve actually posted….
Colma’s eyes fluttered open. Her cheek was pressed against soft ground, and the aroma of rich earth clogged her nostrils. From her sideways view, she stared blankly at a mini jungle of grass.
She rolled off her stomach and onto her back. Motionlessly, Colma, confused, gazed at a canopy of glossy green leaves filling the air above while patches of dancing sunlight filtered through and dappled the ground. Bird calls rang in the air, and colorful flowers fanned their large, vivid petals as a nearby stream gurgled merrily.
With a hand clutching her pounding forehead, she pushed herself up into a sitting position. Colma felt sick and strange, like her molecules had been disassembled then put together again poorly. She swallowed the dry lump in her throat while she massaged her temples and tried to think. Vague memories swirled around in her head. Falling into a library? Almost being crushed? A glowing book? Then there had been people, she was sure of that…. A fairy person? The lady with the killer stick? Mr. Mountain Man? Cowlick-y Yapper Guy?
Colma shook her head. That was all nonsense and no help. How had she gotten here?
Colma wobbled to her feet and surveyed her surroundings more thoroughly. At first, she had thought that she was in some sort of forest, but now she noticed that the flowers were spilling over small, crumbling stone partitioners, like there had been sectioned off flower beds. A little ways off, there appeared to be a twisting walking path while overgrown ferns and other types of undergrowth softened the ground she stood on.
She slowly revolved in a circle and soaked the scene in. Suddenly, Colma’s ears snatched the sound of shouting, and maybe even whistling. That must be the others.
She picked up her axe, which had been lying beside her, and strapped it again to her back. Colma didn’t know what to do. Should she try to find them, or just look for the way out by herself? Was there a way out? What if she was trapped in this strange, changing world forever, and–
Stop, Colma told herself, keep your head, panicking won’t help.
Taking a deep breath, she reevaluated the situation. Maybe if she climbed one of the massive trees, she could obtain a better view and regain her bearings.
Before starting, she slung her coat she had been wearing over her shoulder because the air was so moist, hot, and heavy it was unbearable being wrapped in it. Then Colma grasped the tree’s first limb and pulled herself up. Stretching her arms, she gripped the next and swung onto it. Colma repeated the process until she was breathing heavily, sweat plastered her hair to her neck, and she felt satisfied that she was high enough. She carefully scooted out onto a narrow branch and slowly sat up.
Around and below her, an ocean of shivering leaves swayed, and the sky seemed to have something clear-ish covering it, making its normal brilliant blue muted. She studied this with a furrowed brow and wondered what it was. But something else caught her eye: in the distance, large moving splotches stuck out of the green trees. They looked like animals, but Colma had never seen anything that big or like them. Precariously, she leaned forwards on the branch and peered at them, trying to identify them. But, as she did, she started losing her balance as the limb moaned under her weight. She spilled to the side, and grappled the branch with her arms, which left her legs kicking wildly in the air. Colma tried to pull herself up, but she slipped and crashed through branches and leaves to the ground, hitting it with a thud. Colma, landing in an awkward heap, groaned. Carefully, with small yelps of pain, she un-tangled herself and timidly leaned her back against the tree while she examined her injuries. She appeared to have sprained her ankle, and her arm throbbed. She didn’t know if she had broken it, or just hurt it.
With her good arm, she grabbed her axe from her back and peeled off the leather strips wrapped around the handle. Colma, gritting her teeth, used the strips to bind the axe to her damaged arm in an attempt to make a splint. Then, she tightened her boot to add more stability to her ankle and, using the tree, she struggled to her feet.
Now what? She was extremely susceptible to predators now, and she had no idea where she was or had to get out. Maybe she didn’t have a choice but to try to find the others.
But, she argued with herself, if they attacked her, she was in a vulnerable state with her injuries and all, whether she liked to admit it or not…..
Without completely deciding, Colma started limping away from the tree, figuring that if she stumbled across one of them, fine, and if she found the way, great, but she wasn’t just going to sit there under a tree and cry.
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
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