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Well, I made a chatroom for Beginning Writers Club, instead of using this blog, we shall use the chatroom......... here it is..................... http://www.chatzy.com/358596466315 PM Created4CHRIST for the password! |
Posted in Arianna's Peculiar Tales
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I have come to a conclusion that *sigh* Made4Christ clubs are a failure......nobody seems to want to post....(including me) so, go to the Inklings to join a different writing club...... I am very sorry! *~*Arianna Joy*~* |
Posted in Writing of the Writer
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Prologue I believe it is fitting that you should go ahead and meet the villain. However, I feel I must warn you, the villain in my story is not like the Lion King's Scar, or Aladdin's Jafar, and most certainly not like the White Witch in Narnia. No, in my story it is not enough to simply be frightening, or sinister looking, or mislead. No, in my story, to be the villain, you must be terrorizing, deceitful, and utterly hideous. That is what my villain is. Now before I begin I must warn the weak at heart and the soft at stomach, the following is both somewhat intense, utterly sad and, to a great deal, maddening. If you feel like skipping this part, by all means do so. However, should you chose to skip the following, you may miss important facts that build the story. You chose. Now to begin... Though our story is about a boy, and we meet him headed for school, it really begins four hundred fifty thousand years before, in a world you can only dream about... Paradon walked out of the meeting room, shaking his head in disgust. It had happened again. Regardless of the facts that he was the most powerful, influential beings in the Realm... other then the Great One, of course... he had still been denied a seat at the Council. For the umpteenth time. Well, he was tired of waiting. It was time to act. Not that he had really been waiting. He had long prepared for this day. It had taken time, yes, but he was patient... with things like this. Great One indeed! Paradon was just as great, if not more, yet he wasn't even allowed on the Council. Well, he no longer cared. After all, why should he? Before the next day dawned, he would be king, not the Great One. Yes. King. Paradon could hardly wait. Yet he would wait. After centurys of planing, one wrong move could cause his plan to fail. Could cause defeat. And Paragon would not allow that. Not now. Not ever. Paradon looked at the sun. It was almost time. Just a few more hours and he would rule it all. The Earth. The Realm. And Yith. An evil smile crept across his face. He could hardly wait. A low, impatient growl emitted from the throat of Commander Visnak. He could feel the tension in the air. Even the Drones were restless. He glanced at the sun. It had begun it's set. Almost time. Mical, second in command in the Order of the Great One and Chief of the Council, could feel the tension in the air as well, though he couldn't say why. Something was about to happen, that much he knew, though what he was unsure. It didn't help that a third of the Order had vanished. Mical glanced at the sun as it disappeared over the horizon. For some reason, tonight felt colder then usual. Commander Visnak watched the sun set. Finally, cool, dark night. The countdown was over. Time the make the Order pay... They all heard it at the same time. A shriek, lone and piecing, split the night. Mical- and all the other Beings still loyal- were startled by the noise. Paradon smiled. After the shriek faded away, there was again silence. For a few moments at least. Then the air was filled with the sound of wings. Hundreds of thousands of wings. Mical turned to look at the sky and shuddered. Here's why. The moon, the stars, the sky itself was blocked out, replaced now by dark, evil shapes. Each shape had a pare of glowing red eyes, filled with envy and hatred towards the Beings they now looked down upon. And at least one million eyes stared down. Then, as suddenly as they came, they attacked.Swiftly they folded their wings behind them in unison and dropped from the sky. Weapons were unsheathed. Ugly, cruel looking weapons, made for effectiveness, not looks. But the most startling thing that happened that night was not the sudden and vicious attack, or the fact that the third that had disappeared was leading them. No, the most startling thing that happened that night had to do with Paradon. No longer a member of the Order, of even a Being, he transformed. He grew a tail, and wings. Scales now covered his body. His face morphed into a dragons snout. Yes. That's what he was. The Dragon. The Dragon roared a long, loud, angry roar. To long had he posed as a Being of the Great One. The stress of being good took it's toll. Viciously he lashed out at any who dared approach. The Dragon took a huge breath of air and unleashed a torrent of fine that easily consumed three scores of Beings. Yes, just as he suspected, Beings were attempting to sneak up on him. No matter. His tail made short work of them. The Dragon unfolded his massive wings and moved to the sky. He did a quick scan of the battle- yes, things were going nicely. His forces already had the upper hand. It would not be long now. It was then that his eyes caught sight of something interesting. A lone Being broke ranks and was charging him, cutting down every Drone in his path. The Dragon almost smiled in amusement... then he realized just who was charging him. It wasn't just some over-confident Being. It was Mical. The only Being who had even a hope of stopping him. And a Great One die-hard, who would sooner be killed then have the Great One uncrowned. Be killed it is. The Dragon roared a challenge and prepared to attack.He never got to. No one was ever quite sure what happened next. Some say an explosion occurred when the two met, knocking the Dragon and all his forces out of the sky. Others say everything I just told you never happened. But what I say is the Great One, all powerful and all knowing that He is, finally intervened and banished the Dragon and his followers out of the Realm. Though I must confess, even I do not know where he is now. He has made appearances on Earth twice... I know this. Yet there is no evidence that he now resides here. And he has yet to appear on Yith, though any of the uninhabited island around Yith would do. That is where our story truly begins. Now on to the official beginning. |
Posted in Writing of the Writer
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Hello all. I was informed by Arianna Joy that there was a young writers club open on this blog. I joined that club. That is why I am here. And that is why I am about to tell you what I am about to tell you. I am called The Writer. That is the name you shall know me by, though I have a great many. I am going to turn fourteen soon, so we will say that is my age. I am the oldest of four, two younger brothers, one little sister. I am already well into my book, which I have named. I will begin posting my book soon... very soon. Prehaps later today. I want to figure out how this thing works before I do to much. Until I write again, fare ye well. I shall return soon. Oh, and Merry Christmas! |
Posted in Toria's Tales
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Posted in Toria's Tales
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AriannaJoy has kindly let me join the Club! My name is Toria (also known as CrocToria, PrincessCrocToria, and Miss Toria) and I've always loved writing even from a very young age. Short stories turned into longer ones over the years, and now I've written novels, songs, and poems. Writing is my way of letting go of everything around me and moving into a world where everything goes as I plan it to. I'm homeschooled and I have been ever since Pre-K. After graduating I plan to either go to college or take college at home, although I'm not sure what I'll go for, either Art or Biology. I love drawing, reading, writing, blogging, the LORD, my family and friends, and playing my guitar "Mary Jane". ^_^ I have a personal blog, and two ministry blogs that (LORD willing) next year I am going to turn into online magazines. Hopefully you'll be able to see some of my writings often on here, although I'm pretty busy with my other blogs, but I just couldn't pass BWC up! Writing is a part of my life! Many Blessings and Hugs, Toria |
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Hello, my name is Arianna Joy. I am 15 years old. I love writing books! Thank you for visiting our blog! I hope you enjoy everyone's stories and such on this blog. God Bless and May fair winds follow you!
Arianna Joy |
Posted in Heather's Adventureous tales
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Hello!! My name is Heather and I am a friend of Ariannas. She told me about her new blog and though I do not write poetry I do write books, so I joined this one. I am, well, I wont give my age. But I am the only girl out of two boys, I like reading and writing I have been writing since I was about 13, I am working on three series at the moment, but my favorite is the Marshalls. I also have one on pirates and one on a gloomy detective. I like being outside and I love the cold and snow. My greatest desire is to serve God with my writing, my second is to be a true friend, and my thrid is to not grow up to fast. I can usually be seen with my nose in a book, or slidding on the snow, tlaking with my friends, writing, or laughing, though I can be gloomy a great deal. Well, that is all I believe, I shall post a story soon! And thank you Arianna for inviting me! Heather |