The 13 Year-Old's Stories

The Dimensai

2008-05-18T17:02:27Z

The dimension enveloped the space around his hand. What

used to be air was suddenly enflamed by a fiery essance

that took its place.

Nicholas panicked as the fire ate away at his hand. His body

flailed wildly but the heat wouldn’t diminish. The Dimensai’s

comrade took into action. He raised his hand and with great

concentration he created a portal around the fire. The fire

dissapeared but a split second later a blast of air sent

Nicholas flying backwards into the wall behind him. He

heard a loud crack as the concrete wall met

his spine. He laid there for a second. Unable to move while

his vision became dark. He felt as if he was on the verge of

passing out. His andrenaline suddenly began pumping

through his body, and quickly regained conscious.

“Never, ever, do that again unless I tell you to.” Said the Dimensai.

“Sorry.” Nicholas replied. The Dimensai looked over him.

How could he have done that? thought the Dimensai. No one has ever done that before.

Report #8

2007-11-02T01:43:50Z

“The thing that scared me most about that thing was that it blitzkrieged our ambush site.” Velk took a moment to pause, recalling the events he experienced on the desolate moon of Raeuqoitz. “Delkin, Chersi, and Steven were dead before we knew what had happened. It clawed through the door! Nothing that large should be able to move that fast!”
Velk was shouting, cursing the men to let him go, he screamed in short bursts and then would laugh histarically. several times the guards surrounding him had to put their guns to his head to make him stop, but that only fueled him.
“It’s coming back!” his eyes were red with frenzy, a deep blue vein popping out og his neck.
“It’s going to kill every single one of you, and when you sick men are dead, I’ll look from the hieghts of heaven, watching your senior commanders looking through the security cams, and I’ll see the thing rip your heads off, I’ll see it rip you apart limb by limb!
*__End Transmission

Some Kind of Story I Suddenly wanted to write (Author of 'Just an Idea that Spurred into a Twelve Year Old)

2007-11-01T20:57:57Z

Zearoph. His name echoes destruction across the thousand worlds of the Heirarchy of Syrotic. Thousands of years ago, the mighty warrior, Zearoph, single handedly counquered the High Dragiin Seductress Mad’am Jaase. Releasing her soul into the dark abyss of the galaxy he gained immortality, but at a terrible price, soon, her soul tormented the innocent civillians of Sork, and siphoned off the power of the stars.
Finding that it was Zearoph’s duty to destroy the Seductress, the council of Syrotic called a meeting and pleaded for Zearoph to help.
But Zearoph had become greedy and feared the Seductress, for he believed she might steal his immortality. So a young boy, Nythen Howersythe, a victim of the Seductress’s tormenting, led his people into freedom over the Seductress’s grasp on their planet.
And soon began the war of a million nations, as Nythen the soon to be father of a billion sons, and soon to be king of the planet Sork. Spiraling down the eternal staircase of immortality he led his people to freedom

Ghosts

2007-11-01T20:15:23Z

“Tyson… It’s been all night.” Giselle said. She had a soft spot for Tyson. No one could match her love for him, and some day, she soon hoped to marry him.
“Tyson” She said again, “Let me take guard.” But it was no use. He stood still at his post as would a rock. He ignored her, for he knew it would work to get her away, he did not like her to be out in the night ever since the nightwalkers came to stalk the living.
Giselle did not know what to say, she knew why he stood at his guard, ever since the death of his brother, Willem, Tyson had forgotten all his wants, all he wanted was to fight, fight for the living and his dead brother who came to his nightmares every time he dreamed.
Tyson’s baby brother had gone out the day before last, it was after he returned, crazed, had he learned of the death of his brother, and preached of some kind of tree that grew out of the well in seconds after he had wept of his brother.
Tyson had rifle in arms.
They are coming he said A war is to be fought

Haunted House (Halloween Special)

2007-11-01T01:14:56Z

The teenagers walked through the dew filled grass, each step acquiring water on their sagging jeans.
They would walk to a door, stand there as if the houses owner was dumbfound, wait until they would recieve candy, and grin as their fortunes acumulated.
They preyed upon the innocent children in their princess and Spiderman costumes, stealing candy at will while stuffing their mouths full of candy from previously stolen goods.
The group soon walked up to a house. Not one like the others, it was tall, lean, and had every reason to have parents stray their kids away from the creepy house.
A girl spoke up, “Well, what are you waiting for?”
She shoved a boy into the premises of the house. It creaked under his weight. He was scared, but he wasn’t going to let the pretty girl know that, he didn’t want anyone to know that he was afraid.
Without question, as if he had ben seduced, walked up to the door. He rang the door bell. No one answered. The girl didn’t seem impressed. He gulped.

“Go on in” She said.

The Best Freaking Poem EVER!

2007-10-31T01:37:25Z

Yellow

Yellow Yellow

Yellow

Yellow….Yellow….Yellow

Yellow

So Repetive…

Yellow

The Tree of Hope

2007-10-31T01:21:48Z

You walk through the mud. Clutching Willems hand.

You wonder why? Why do they come for us day and by night? What was it we did, to deserve such a fate?

Your tears fall to the ground, as the slight hope there might be a seed there. One to play on. One to enjoy life on. As the tears of the hunted fall to the ground, you wonder why they came.

You get some water, and cry by the well, the tears fall into it, perhaps poising it for months. And you curse yourself for your incompetence. But after sitting near the well you think, they are coming! What am I doing, sitting in the day, without the feeling of mother’s protection

Help me mother. Help

Some tips that we can all Learn from

2007-10-31T00:27:16Z

Hey everyone! It’s ME!

I’m starting yet another forum for us writers to learn some ways to write more better good today.

This topic will be on some good ways to write a scene, or an action, or perhaps to describe something.

Maybe a scene where an alien pops out of a SHOE !

But I’m a novice writer who’s just started, and I would like to know some of the ways you experienced writers wright.

So leave your comments on writing in general and maybe we can all benefit.

:)

Ist it better to write in 1st or 3rd person?

2007-10-30T23:21:54Z

Hey Everyone. Its ME!

So I was thinking. Is it better to write in 1st person or 3rd person? (2nd person is just lame)

They both have their strengths. you can say anything you want to with 1st, but with 3rd you ahve a more proffesional, satisfying feel to your story. If your doing a major project then its best to do one or the other. but HEY . your opinions are the only thing that i want (cuz im only 12)

So if you want to then leave me your comments.

Thanks!

The illuminist

2007-10-30T22:37:51Z

The doctor sat at a computer screen. His glasses reflected the flat lines on the dark blue screen. His eyes were blood shot, and he had been sitting at his computer for longer than an hour, He would stretch, yawn, drink a soda, sometimes walk around a bit, then sit back down to his desk, examining his blue readouts in the dark.
Something walked past his office space. He looked up in fear, he exited out of his program and clicked on a remote for his room to illuminate the lights. False alarm.
He resumed his research, turning off the lights. He buzzed his secretary that he did not want any visitors or clients, she confirmed his request.
To long… to long have I been at this. I need sleep, I need food, I need out of this room. His thoughts revolved around quiting his research. He about gave into the soothing redemption of giving up his work, but as he moved his mouse to the exit bar, something moved on the lines.
He examined it. The beings did exist. He buttoned his jacket to get ready for his meeting.

Just an Idea that Spurred into a 12 Year Old

2007-10-30T21:10:45Z

“The thing that scared me most about that thing was that it blitzkrieged our ambush site.” Velk took a moment to pause, recalling the events he experienced on the desolate moon of Raeuqoitz. “Delkin and Chersi were dead before we knew what had happened. Nothing that large should be able to move that fast!”
Velk was shouting, cursing the men to let him go, he screamed in short bursts and then would laugh histarically. several times the guards surrounding him had to put their guns to his head to make him stop, but that only fueled him.
“It’s coming back!” his eyes were red with frenzy, a deep blue vein popping out og his neck.
“It’s going to kill every single one of you, and when you sick men are dead, I’ll look from the hieghts of heaven, watching your senior commanders looking through the security cams, and I’ll see the thing rip your heads off, I’ll see it rip you apart limb by limb! But you’ll only heed my warnings until its to late. The Age of Cyclones is coming my friend!”
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The 13 Year-Old's Stories

The Dimensai

Report #8

Some Kind of Story I Suddenly wanted to write (Author of 'Just an Idea that Spurred into a Twelve Year Old)

Ghosts

Haunted House (Halloween Special)

The Best Freaking Poem EVER!

The Tree of Hope

Some tips that we can all Learn from

*Ist it better to write in 1st or 3rd person?*

The illuminist

Just an Idea that Spurred into a 12 Year Old

Ist it better to write in 1st or 3rd person?