Pete was an inventor.
He could fix any appliance or machine that you could possibly imagine.
But he was bored.
The age of inventions seemed to have ended when Pete's father died.
The one thing Pete wanted to do was have some sort of adventure, which led to his doing lots of extreme sports.
Like sailboarding.
(ooc: i literally am just going to start typing. hopefully something representative of my normally sentient nature will result)
Two boys stand at the edge of a cliff.
Both are holding Skyboards.
Mike jumps off the edge, angling his V-Foil at a point on the horizon. Feelo follows on an AerTwin.
"Wanna try to make Nightreach by dark?" Mike calls, his voice nearly drowned in the wind.
"And do some walls at Shadowrift in Afterlight? Yeah!"
Both boys skim the edge of a thermal and dive toward the wall of the canyon.
Feelo ducks and glides under Mike's board.
Just a few quick little dittys I wrote up.. just to prove that I can write poetry. ;) Enjoy!
If your kite
starts to fight
to get some height
and tries a flight
into the light
you just might
recieve a bite
from the string so tight
goodnight.
o.o.c, I came up with this while I was asleep. skillz.
I, Aalen Fideli, take up my pen to relate a tale of absolute truth. it was told me by the third of a set of twins. and I told him before that.
Once upon a time (or Once apon a time) there was a small Outerim planet.
This planet was mostly normal. (mostly)
But the planet Eberdaun had one massive difference. It was terrorized by a massive dragon. The dragon was called Mkubwa.
A tribute to e.e. cummings... Cheese upon eating it,(taste still delectable in my mouth) some more promptly ate I. and went on in fashion this until the block was gone. the craved it all the more, more, more though (oh so quickly) finished was it.
(o.o.c.) this is less of an actual story and more like an explanation, but I didn't want to make it into an essay.
I am Aalen.
I am 16 years of age, and i live in a small city neighborhood.
I like thinking of stories and I like telling stories. I do not like writing them down. (too many speling erors)
When i think of a story the first thing i do is tell it to myself. then i tell it to my best friend.
I have created countless storylines, elements, mechanics, worlds, settings, multiverses and the like. but the one who helps me get them straight is my friend Leinad K. Romethe.
Chapter 14
Nordic Malushomo sat on his horse, waiting.
And a bird that had apparently flown too close to the sun rudely interrupted his waiting.
As Alegis arrived on the scene, Nordic was swatting wildly at the fireball of a canary.
So he put him out of his misery.
Not dead mind you, but out cold.
Shortly after these proceedings there arrived Sora and Nomen, panting hard.
Once upon a time, there was a little mouse. And this little mouse, like all good mice, liked cheese. Unfortunately for this mouse, every time he ate cheese, he burst into flames. Now, this mouse didn’t like to burst into flames, so he went to visit the Wicked Witch of Wherever (having established that the other Wicked Witches were killed by Dorothy), but she told him that she wouldn’t help him, because, you see, she was evil, and she didn’t do those things. So the little mouse went to see Aragorn, and Aragorn said that if the little mouse would help him to help Frodo take the One Ring acros