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The Story - Ending StoriesHow do you end a story? This question should be kept apart from all the ways to end a series, which is another matter entirely. A series ends when there can be no more stories to tell, when the question tied to the overarching theme has been answered in such a definitive way that to go any further would only weaken that perfect truth … or when the funding dries up or interest wanes or the creators can't go on for some other reason. A series can be left unfinished because a series is only the sum total of what happens when the cast of characters gets together to act out a story; if a different cast of characters could tell that story better, the writer can and probably should move on. If it doesn't make you happy or make you money, stop.
But stories need endings, as much as or more than they need beginnings. The end of a story might go unwritten but it will exist in some form or another, whether that be in the mind of its creator, in the mind of the readers or even in another sto
High War - Chapter 1.2
The whistling snore's volume slowly grows under the tavern's arched eaves, reaches a high peak that holds expectantly, then falls again in a series of gentle coughing dips. As the next rise begins, a pair of calm gray eyes a short distance away open to once again inspect the world; at the next fall a figure sits up from its cushioned bench-seat bed, teenage boy in appearance but middle-aged man in tired movement. His skin is a pale gray color, as if he is covered in a thin layer of soot. The gray eyes survey the room for potential hostiles or friendly faces, find none of either, and so the teen stands and takes a deep breath of his own. That accomplished, he begins a quick series of morning stretches to limber up.
A short distance from him, the toned legs of the snorer extend from under a sturdy wooden table. Over the table like a tent hang a multitude of furs and pelts, expertly stitched together in various places to form one piecemeal whole. The furs rustle softly along with each sno
High War - Chapter 1.1
“Doom!” he cries out, his voice hoarse from shouting, “Doom!” The old man is dressed better than any beggar, but all the same he sits against the cobblestone-walled shop and caterwauls to the unimpressed late-morning market crowd. “Doom comes for us all, none shall be spared!” A few throw him coins that he seems not to notice, though they tend to disappear into his pockets when no one is looking. “Flee this place and you may survive the night, but war comes from on high!”
“Move aside please.” A woman in plate mail made from what looks to be bark shoulders her way through the crowd, “I said move aside.” Those who recognize her quickly allow her though without further difficulty, and as she enters the open space around the old man she puts her hands on her hips and scowls down at him. A round wooden shield, dyed a subtle green, is strapped to her left arm and a maul heavy enough to brain a troll hangs from her hip. &
Heroic Spider-Man ORPG - Issue 1Today everything is going Your way. Spring break just started, Jameson gave you the day off, and after months of pleading and prodding Aunt May finally let you borrow the car. And all you have to do is pick her up from the eye doctor.
You picked up Harry and Mary Jane and spent a relaxing day at the water-park. Apart from Harry’s not so subtle hints that he would like some help with his Science English paper everything went perfectly.
Now here you idle at a red light taking in the scenery on your way to pick up your aunt. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, a police car is hurtling through the air at you … wait what.
Step one: FREAK OUT. An idle daydream passes through Peter's mind in which the flying police car grows arms and he, as Spider Man, jumps majestically out through the windshield to catch it in a hug. The two do some mid-air Greco-Roman wrestling as they land in the middle of the intersection, then suddenly grab canes and top hats from off-screen and exi
High War - Chapter 0
The small creature, no bigger than a badger, pulls a hefty twig from the sack on its mossy backside. It has many more to chose from, including those to be found on the ground around it, but this twig alone is held up for appraisal in the scant sunlight that reaches down through the treetops. Heft is roughly measured, the straightness is deemed satisfactory and one stumpy protrusion near the end seems to particularly fascinate the creature. And if the creature had not been moving around so purposefully, it might itself be confused for a mess of sticks and leaves animated by some odd wind. Its skin has the look of bark, with a soft moss-like fur tufting out in groomed patches across its hide and clothing that is none other than carefully woven leaves. The arms that sprout from its upper body end in thin claw-fingers that look sharp enough to cut, while the knobby knees of its legs are bent slightly under the weight of the sack it carries.
A low, rumbling hum with a song-like tonality beg
Character - NewlywedsHe gestures to the unadorned apartment door with a smile, “May I, Mrs. Sarah Orcken?” She performs a small, unpracticed curtsy in return, her white bridal dress crinkling softly at the hems.
“If you would, Mr. Jorden Orcken.” He walks to stand beside her, bends to sweep her into his arms and with some effort picks her up off the floor. “Although technically, I don't claim your name until we get the papers back.”
“Details.” He takes a few staggering steps back toward the door, “Could you get the door Mrs. Sarah Orcken?”
“They still don't make these things with pockets Mr. Jorden Orcken. My keys are in my purse, which is back in the car.” She reaches down to start rifling though the pockets of his tuxedo, “Where's your keys?”
“On the dashboard, next to my wallet.”
She stops searching with a sigh, then abruptly tickles him until he sets her down, “We are asking for that car to be stolen,
Character - White
INT. MOUNTAIN CABIN, THE PROMENADE – MIDDAY
This small cozy cabin has only the necessities of an old contemplative: a simple single bed, a handmade wooden table, two matching chairs and an area for preparing food. Candles that have been set up on every available space give the room a holy feel. WHITE sits up in his bed chatting amicably with LIGHT, who stands beside him with a warm, sad smile; the DAMNED GOD sits on the foot of the bed and faces away from the two with a scowl. White has never looked older.
- WHITE (calmly)
I'm not scared.
- LIGHT (nods)
Nor should you be.
- DAMNED (angry)
I still say we need him here!
You have the children to aid you.
You are the godspeaker White. You always have been and always will be.
Klax would make an excellent replacement. He has grown into a fine man, and is far more holy than I.
That weakling has pledged himself to Light. Now if he had kept his options open like his friend …
And the op
Character - Klax
INT. CHAPEL OF LIGHT LOW CHURCH, GOLDENBURG CITY – MORNING
This long rectangular room is full of cushioned benches that face the pulpit at the front, which is a simple podium on a raised stage bathed in light from the room's windows. The walls are stone up to a certain point, after which they and the arched ceiling consist of as much glass as possible. A great globe of light floats above the pulpit, obviously magical and non-solid. The benches are full with the morning congregation who stare reverently up at BELL, the Human high priestess who preaches words we cannot hear. Behind her on the stage, several junior priests and priestesses keep their heads bowed in prayer; the two priests on the far left covertly gossip about the high priestess. KLAX is a young Small Folk man in clothes far too big for him, while JORG is a young Orc man in clothes slightly too small.
- KLAX (blissful sigh)
Isn't Bell beautiful?
Solid seven, maybe an eight. I'd do her.
A small bubble of light f
Character - the Drunk
INT. PORTENTOUS BEGINNINGS TAVERN – MORNING
This low-ceiling room is full of heavy wooden tables and chairs, with the occasional wooden beam to hold up the ceiling and wooden walls, floor and ceiling. A long oak bar is set off to the side, where an older man with an eye-patch calmly cleans the glasses. At each table sits a group of ruffians, each more dangerous than the last and many of whom wear armor and weapons, although those who don't look equally capable of self defense. They are all obviously adventurers, but heroes might be pushing it. At one table in particular sits: a human young man in heavy armor with a sword and shield on his back, a human young woman in the robes of a sorceress, a brawny figure covered in furs and face down on the table with a drink in one hand, a thin Small Folk man in dyed-black armor covered in knives and lastly a tough Small Folk woman with a large axe on her back. The human man is watchful as he glances around the bar, while the rest of his gro
PE - GYM Lucha [ Dennis Newton ]
Reto Kosava – Pt.1: La Travesia
La travesía del joven entrenador pokemon, Dennis Newton, continuaba con determinación y emoción por la aproximación del reto en el Gimnasio de Ciudad Kosava, y por lo que había escuchado, iba a ser una buena experiencia.
Sin embargo, su equipo normal se encontraba dándose un descanso luego de tanto tiempo de viaje, los únicos que parecieron animados a ir, fueron Kaizer, su leal mightyena; Guu, el ratatta acompañante de Dennis; Rex, su gible mordelón; Zephos, su ahora menos temeroso froakie; y el “dúo dinámico”, Heavy y Tabitha, un slowpoke y munchlax, respectivamente.
Todos andaban fuera de sus pokebolas, ya se había vuelto una costumbre para entonces el dejarlos caminar y jugar a su lado, Zephos y Guu eran los únicos que reposaban sobre sus hombros.
-Muy bien, muchachos, nos dirigimos a nuestro próximo reto, esta vez será en
The Dark TwinIt was an early morning when I awoke from my slumber. I felt like a complete wreck. It was as if I had just been beaten up and thrown onto the ground hard. I got up and went off into the bathroom. As I approached my mirror in my bathroom, it seemed to have a bit of an odd feeling when I'd look at myself. I shook off this uneasy feeling about my mirror and went off into the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. I made myself some toast and ate them at a steady pace. Finishing my breakfast, I went off in my bedroom to get dressed up. As I walked pass my bathroom again, I felt like I was being watched. Again, I shook that feeling and went back to my things.
I got to my bus stop just in time as my bus arrives. I walk inside and go to my usual bench and sit down. I take out my mp3 and start listening to my music to try and sleep a bit more in my bus but as I start up the music, a song comes on but it wasn't one of my usual songs that I'd like to listen to. This song seemed creepy and as I
My Uncanny X-Men Movie part 6EXT. NEW YORK FOOTBALL STADIUM – CONT’D
Shadowcat and Gambit run toward the end zone, Colossus lumbering after them with ground-eating strides. Gambit glances over his shoulder. He glances at Shadowcat, and a gleam comes into his red eyes.
Gambit suddenly shoves Shadowcat, knocking her to the ground, and veers off the opposite direction. Colossus lets Gambit go and heads toward Shadowcat.
Shadowcat, lying on the field as Colossus looms over her, steps back on her elbows, but she is nearing a wall.
Pete, I know you’re in there. Fight him. You’re stronger than he is!
Colossus takes two menacing steps toward her. He is now standing directly over Shadowcat.
You don’t want to hurt me, Pete. It’s me, Katya. Remember?
Colossus reaches down for Shadowcat. He catches empty air as she goes incorporeal.
Dat’s no way t’ treat a lady.
Colossus turns. Gambit is there, holding a glow
Stop The Intruders.(Just a short story I made on my own. It's a story about a fictional story about me and Samantha, from dreams really do come true. About trying to rob a n empty house. But does not realize the danger the are about to come into.)
"This is one of our favorite games," said Sam.
"So the way it works is we both go outside and come in as if we are intruders. We then get trapped by Kevin, our snake, and "hugged" by him. We then try to escape so we can pretend to leave. The one who can go the longest without blacking out, wins," said Tyler. They both went outside and pretended their gameplan, as if they were real robbers. "Man I can't believe we are doing this," Tyler said.
" I know, right. Sometimes it's good to be bad," Sam said.
"Well, becareful, last time I heard, that the last people who lived here got constricted by a HUGE snake and killed. Lucky for us, they still have a lot of gold somewhere in there."
"Lets just hurry. I don't want to come in contact by that beast."
"We will no
Two Gamers in a TruckThis is something I found on my hard drive from a while ago, thought I'd throw it up here. Imagine it as a cinematic trailer.
::Scene: Split-screen multiplayer match, a generic halo-ish FPS. Player 1 is kicking the ass of Player 2. There appear to be no other players. ::
Player 2: Shit...
Player1: Haha! you walked right into that one
Player 2: shut up. I was distracted.
Player 1: By what? Fear of me kicking your-
Player 2: By trying to figure out this controller. You gave me the crappy one again.
::View pulls out to show two hunched figures in front of a glowing television. Both are in shadow, save for the controllers.::
Player 1: We've only got the two controllers, and they're both crappy.
Player 2: But this one's crappier. And you won't let me plug in directly-
Player 1: Oh, what a fine day this is. The time has come at last when one of you needs to cheat to beat a hu-
:: Plink Plink Plink::
-what was that?
:: Player 1 reaches over to pick up what looks like a handheld depthfin
Dark Silvaze Chapter 6Dark Silvaze Chapter 6: Demon King's Awakening
Silver was flying towards the city at full speed, for he only has one day to collect the seven chaos emeralds without anyone knowing why. Silver knew where the seven emeralds were so it came down to if he could get them and back within a day. Out at the stadium Blaze had regained consciousness and said, "Why do you want the emeralds Mephiles? What do you have to gain?" Mephiles turned to look at Blaze and said, "I don't have anything to gain. I want to end this world and the best way is through Silver." Blaze looked at Mephiles with surprise as Mephiles continued. "That's right, because I know something about him that even he doesn't know about. He is the embodiment of destruction, the last of a dead race, he is the king of demon's! And the only way to awaken his inner dark side is to fill him with so much rage that he becomes consumed by it." Blaze shouted back, "That's insane!" Mephiles laughed and said, "That's what you like to believe.
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