Back to it!

Hello everyone!
I went back to University this week and it was pretty fun. It's weird that a teenager would find learning fun, but I do. I'm doing courses on Modern Art, the practical side of Archaeology, History of the Supernatural and Global History (otherwise known as Big History). I also hope to pick up a sport to do for some physical activity. Look, running everywhere is great and all, but I'm not built to run for more than 400m. So I'm looking at Capoeira, it's a Brazilian martial arts that combines music, acrobatics and dance.
Anyway, I've done some work with Photoshop today and thought I'd post what I did. It's a small series that I am calling 'Schooling'. The cage comes from Google, because for the likes of me I have yet to draw a decent one.

Primary School

High School

My Gap Year. Despite the image, I was not wild and crazy. At least I hope I wasn't...

University

And all together now!

Anyway, hope you all have a wonderful day! Dad is calling that it's dinner time.

Something old, something new...

And a lack of anything blue (except for the wrapping paper).
Hello all! So recently I just turned 19 ("old" according to my grandma) and after a huge fiasco about the present situation, I got a few gifts. Some new clothes, a create-your-own-monster-doll kit (from family friends), an IOU for a TV (although it has been bought), a trowel, a notebook and a wacon tablet. So I need to get really good at drawing directly onto the computer really, really fast. We went out for lunch to a place called 'Pitchforks' and Mum's cousin (and her family) along with four family friends came over for snacks. We kids, 19 and under, played the board game Cranium. It as a fantastic day!

So here's my first picture using the new tablet. I messed up some of the anatomy, but it's pretty decent.

Anyway, have a wonderful day everyone!

A Note

Hello everyone!
Here’s another story that I’ve had kicking around for a while.
Speaking stuff kicking around... I should probably get started on cleaning my room (and move onto doing my Uni work later. Or tomorrow)

Notes – Ai

Note 1: Under no circumstances press any button in the facility, especially if they are coloured teal.

Note 2: Do not turn on communicators when humans say something stupid and broadcast it over the camp. Record said stupid thing for safekeeping. Just in case

Note 3: Keep existence hidden from Private Maple’s superiors while keeping a "finger on the pulse" of all incoming and outgoing messages.

Note 4: Decrypt heavy security files

Most important –

Note 5: Never return to where I was created

    Despite his programming to predict all possible outcomes, when Ai was found on the vessel he was created on by Private Maple and her squad mates, he was sure that was the day he was going to be wiped out from existence. He was programmed to act on human nature, something his creators were desperately trying to understand so they could find a weakness, programmed to think faster than a normal would. His creators treated him as a tool. He had no name, he had no gender, he was only data and if he couldn’t function to what was expected, then he was erased.

When a human squadron worked their way onto the vessel and to the room he was kept in, all calculations lead to the outcome that when he was discovered he would be destroyed. When the team of four charged through the door, he was surprised at how young they were. Too young from his data to be in military, but they were dressed in uniform and carried standard weapons. They searched the room, looking for a weak point, when one of them realised that the camera was following their moves. She had discovered he was watching them. She didn’t shoot the camera and she didn’t seem surprised that there was an aware entity in the computers. She talked instead.

"Hello"

Good day.

"Are you part of the ship?"

No. I am kept separate from the ship for safekeeping.

"What’s your name?"

I have no name. I am an artificial intelligence.

"No duh. I know that. Why were you created?"

To test human reactions to stimulus and find a weak point in their behaviour.

"Their using A.Is to test us?!" One of the others cried.

"Well, they don’t really leave much of their victims behind to get useful data," another replied coolly.

"How do you feel about that?" The first one continued her questions.

I have no feelings on it. I only have feelings when my firewall to that system is open.

The girl walked over and stirred one of the consoles from sleep. She typed in a few letters, scrunched her face up in confusion and then hit the console. That seemed to do the trick as he felt that system enter his programming.

"Now how do you feel?"

He stayed silent for a moment and contemplated.

Used. Scared as well.

"Want to leave this place?"

Yes, but standard military protocols state that anything that could harm the mission is to be destroyed no matter the amount of potential intelligence

The girl looked at him through the camera oddly and then smiled in an attempt to comfort him.

"Good thing we aren’t standard military. Right, we are taking him with us. Hop into my suit when I get rid of these," The girl called out and continued to open more firewalls. Just as she was about to unlock the last one, she stopped.

"I need to know… What will your name be?"

I have no preference.

"Then we'll call you Ai."

That’s not very imaginative.

"Well what do you want to be called?"

He thought for a moment.

Ai has a nice ring to it.

"Exactly," she said smugly and clicked the last firewall open. Ai travelled to his new 'host' and tested his newfound freedom in the database.

There are over twenty enemies gathering outside the main door. Also…

"What? " The girl said as she and the other three aimed their guns to the door.

There appears to be several heavily encrypted files linking to a similar project on another ship.

"Can you open them?"

No.

"Copy the over to my suits hardware. Take a look at it later"

Done. Anything else?

"Yeah, one more thing. Open the door"

Ai was sure to note the dept he felt he owed to the girl and her squad for his continued, and secret, existence. He also made sure to note to not cross any of them after he observed the amount of damage they caused as they left the ship.

I probably screwed up some of the techie lingo along the lines. And despite the computer telling me I have spelt something wrong (and to some of you guys it will look like I have), I haven't. I just spell things the Aussie way.
Anyway, have a wonderful day everyone!

Happy Easter and April Fools; (With a Story About Morals in Games)

Hello everyone!
I hope you all had a pleasant weekend! Happy Easter (or whatever you celebrate during that time frame) and April Fools today!

Anyway... My Creative Writing class is very interesting. The short stories we have to read have two things in common...
1 - All/most have characters are either sleazes, drug addicts or idiots.
2 - I get very depressed after reading them. Then I get angry.
Anyway, we were told to write a story using the techniques we learnt about plot using the character we had created in groups 2 weeks ago (and in brackets it said ‶or a different character of your choosing″). Now, I don't know about you... But I really don't like writing a story abut a banker. One sentence in and I went ‶Forget this!″
So I wrote what I felt like writing, and was something to make me laugh. Here is is.

Faith - Leon 

    Part of Leon and Moselle's job was to test the information in the ancient book to see if it was still accurate. That meant travelling to the exotic areas the creatures lived in, but ever since the ;nude suit' incident Leon had taken it upon himself to read up on every creature before they encountered it. So when they were sent to scout an Incubus and Succubus nest, Leon read that they feed off the sexual energy of sleeping victims. Since they would not be sleeping in the nest and both teens lacked whatever normal hormonal teenagers had, he concluded that the two would be safe from invasive mind probing. Leon had absolute faith in his and Moselle's abilities to do the job without a hiccup, despite her lacking the confidence. Five steps into the nest and all hell broke loose. An incubus swooped at Moselle and she disappeared down a darkened tunnel with a scream. Leon called out and followed, but in the dark cave he quickly found himself lost as eerie sounds echoed around him.

"Why hello there boy," Red eyes appeared in the shadows directly in front of Leon, "Lost?"
Leon stumbled back and tripped onto his backside. As the Succubus stepped out from the dark cloak the shadows provided, Leon held he hands out to defend himself.
"That won't work on me," the Succubus laughed and Leon examined his hands. Unknowingly he had made a pathetic attempt at a sign of the cross.
"Dammit, it has to work on one of them!" Leon growled under his breath and balled his hands into fists instead.
"Normally I would help a someone such as yourself," the succubus ignored Leon's 'Yeah right' to her statement and continued on, "but I haven't eaten in a long time... And you are filled with many types of energy. A real feast!"
"You mean... You don't eat sexual energy?"
"We eat whatever energy we can. It just so happened that when we were awake last everyone was that way inclined. It's much easier to eat from someone who is sleeping, so don't struggle."
Leon immediately felt another presence in his head as his physical energy faded at an alarming pace. His hands fell to the ground and he could barely keep his eyes from closing. He focused his attention on keeping his faith that his partner would arrive at an moment and get him out of trouble, like all the times she saved him from drowning at the public swimming pool.
"Isn't that cute? You think someone is going to sa-" A dull thud stopped her mid-sentence. Her face briefly contorted in pain and she fell to the ground unconscious. Where she previously stood was Moselle, her hardcover book held firmly in her hands.
"You okay Leon?" She asked and held a hand out to him.
"Fine," he replied as he took her hand and unsteadily stood up, "What about you? What happened to the Incubus?"
"Oh. He starved," Moselle stated with a deadpan expression uncharacteristic of her.
"Tha-that's a joke right?"
Moselle smiled cheekily at him, like she had her own inside joke that no one knew.
"He ate my fear, then got the same lesson she did," Moselle said and affectionately patted the book she cradled, "Let's get out of here while we can and come up with a better plan!"

Well, it made me laugh (and the girl that read it laughed at the “He starved” statement). It might seem a bit immature to write comedies or parodies in life, but I like making people laugh more than I like making them cry. And trust me, me and Trin can make people cry (mostly Mum).
Trinity's latest case was the Walking Dead game on iPad (Zombie game. Never played it, but Mum and Trin have). Long story short (and to avoid spoilers), she made a choice to spare a character later horror by killing another before he/she turned into a zombie. I completely agreed with her decision, Mum on the other hand...
That case was brought up yesterday when I finished a game which had 4 possible endings. Being me, I choose the ending with what I thought was the best outcome; this resulted in the character's death. Mum was not pleased, Trin was neutral to the whole thing, and Dad was complaining in the background about how long the credits of the game were (because I needed to save that game and credits cannot be skipped).

Sorry for rambling. Anyway, have a wonderful day everyone!

Coming Home

Hello all!
I finally have a week break from Uni, so I am looking forward to staying at home with my family. Still got Uni work to do... But at least I don't have to travel much.
So, first off... One of my classes were cancelled so students could go to the 7th Asia Pacific Triennial that is on display at the art galleries (Check it out, there some neat art, though I'm more of a Impressionist/Baroque/Tradiational type of art fan). So while I was on South Bank...

Yes. I went to the museum. It really shouldn't be that much of a surprise

In one of the entrances

Robot dinosaurs are always a plus in my book!

Once I was away from the dinosaurs, I found a spy training area. These are lasers (although you can only see where they are coming from) and you have to pick your way through them to get to the other side. It was fun!

 Right. So how about a story? I wrote this one a little while ago, so enjoy!

Home – Azure

    Azure knew two things about travelling. Two warnings she was repeatedly given:

1) Those you meet at the crossroads you may never see again or you may see over and over.

2) Home may not be the same home you left.

The second warning terrified Azure. Her parents travelled a lot and sometimes her friends would go on an extended holiday. Azure would wait for them to come back, eager to greet them when they arrived so they knew they weren’t forgotten about. Eventually circumstances changed and Azure was by herself, away from the world and people she knew. She travelled along many paths, determined to find her way back. Hours turned into days, and days to weeks and each night Azure’s thoughts would drift back to those warning. She was scared of what might happen if she returned home and found things had changed so drastically that she no longer fit in. That was if she even made it back.

Along the way she met many people and she asked them her burning question…

“What if your home doesn’t exist anymore?”

“Someone is thinking of me, as long as they do my home is with them.”

“What if no one remembers you?”

“They might forget, but I won’t forget them, so I’ll just remind them.”

They told her what they thought, even offered to help her find her way home, but after they travelled together they would come to crossroads and each would walk their own path once again.

Azure reached a place, a lake the colour of ash, a large town to one side and a single path to the mountains on the other. At the crossroad with no one there, she took a deep breath.

“How long are you going to make me search?!” She shouted to the world, “I just want to go home!”

She chocked back the sobs that started and collapsed to the ground. She repeated the word ‘home’ between the tears and closed her eyes to see her family and friends as she remembered them.

“Azure?”

Azure turned around to the person that called her name. The person was a familiar face for Azure, a female friend of hers.

“Light?” she asked the girl, not believing what her eyes saw.

“Hey, we’ve been looking everywhere for you. You were hard to find. Lucky for us, we ran into some people who knew you,” Light offered her hand to Azure, “Come on, I’ll tell you everything later. Everyone is waiting.”

Azure wiped her face of remaining tears, took her friend’s hand with a smile and walked along the path that would finally take her home.

And FACES!! Because I am still going to finish a 29 faces challenge.

...

Eventually.

So, meet Vangelis, T.J, Drift and lastly Azure (this is a better picture than the previous one)

So - Days 19-22 are completed! Have a wonderful day everyone!

Strike

Hello. Been a while hasn't it?
I've been busy with university work (and have two essays due next so I need to get to work on them!). Here's a story I've had around for a while.
Also, does anyone know how to spell pre-emptive correctly?

Pre-emptive Strike – Kibwe 

    The night was bleak and the moon only just broke through the barrier of thin clouds to give a sinister appearance to the compound and surrounding bush. Kibwe could feel the cold that nipped at his skin through his layers of protection against it.

He was on patrol duty in the forest that was around the compound, constantly checking for signs of intruders, scanning heat signatures on his sensor and investigating every suspicious sound. He had done many practice routine patrols back on his base, but it was his first time on a real one. And his partner had slipped off somewhere to ‘pee’ but Kibwe knew he just left to go back to bed.  A sudden sound to his left caused Kibwe to stop and aim his gun at the cause, a native owl to the area. He lowered his weapon with a relieved sigh and continued walking.

He entered a small clearing and noticed a faint outline of something foreign just along the edge. He carefully approached and examined it. A sleek and polished metal with no visible opening and a faint heat signature, Kibwe guessed it was a drop ship. He surveyed the ground and saw strange footprints that lead to the area of the compound. As humans had yet to create anything remotely similar to the drop ship and did not have feet shaped like the ones in the prints, he radioed the base and let them know of his findings. He was told to head back to base and regroup with a squad. However Kibwe took another look at the heat signature from the drop ship and told his superior he was going to follow the tracks. His superior tried to say something but was cut off halfway with a flick of a switch. Kibwe raised his weapon and followed the tracks.

Once several heat signatures appeared on his sensor he dropped and crawled to a vantage point. Through his scope he saw the intruders, their jagged skin even more dreadful than he thought possible in the light given off by the moon.  There were five, all of them faced the other way to the compound wall, their guns aimed and ready for someone to walk by and end up splattered. Kibwe ran possible outcomes through his head. If we waited too long for back up to arrive then the enemy would surely kill at least one human and catch the base in the chaos, but if he shot one first and drew their attention away from the base then he would have to deal with the remaining four. He silently considered his options while he looked through the scope.

He then took in a deep breath and pulled the trigger.

And have a wonderful day everyone!!

Day 13 ( a little late)

Hi everyone!
It is going to get busy for me soon, so I am trying to crank out as many faces as I can right now.
Today I went to a Memorial/Funeral of a great teacher of mine. The only reason I got a good attitude to school and learning was because of her (which is funny now. Mum remembers a lot of my previous teachers were worried that we wouldn't get along and tried to switch me to a different class. In the end I got along well with her). She was a great person. A week or so ago I wrote a letter to her thanking her for everything she did (calling me out when I did something wrong, trying to make me laugh after being hit in the back of the head by a cricket ball and things like that). I was going to Brisbane on Monday. Before that I went into work to help. While I was there I got a call from Mum and Dad.
They told me that that great teacher had died.
She battled cancer for 5 years (after being given a 6 week life expectancy). Proved everyone at that hospital wrong.
The news really shook me up and today I went to her memorial with Mum. She influenced a lot of lives. Former students of hers (one of them was in his work clothes), parents of students (my friend Mitchel's parents were there), her colleagues and her family all gathered together to celebrate her life.
It hit me when they took her coffin and placed it in the car that she really was gone.
Sorry... I'm getting a bit teary eyed writing this. I'll stop now.

If you're here for a face, I'm sorry you had to read through that. If you are uncomfortable reading that, I'm sorry I put you in that situation.
I just thought that people should know that the world lost a good person.

Anyway, here's a face.

Inspired by Tron. I'll go back and change it to do the correct 80's style Tron eventually. But not right now

Day 13: Completed. Let the drawing-fest begin!

What's today again?

Hiya guys!
How is everyone going on this day that celebrates something... I forget what it is exactly... OH! I remember now.

The 154th birthday of the man I blame for my fear of Ferris Wheels; their creator - George Ferris!

Look! Even google celebrates his birthday. Oh, and Valentine's Day, but that isn't important.

Right, so HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! Hope you spend it with your loved ones. I spent it at work.

Yay.

I'm also behind on the 29 faces challenge, so I'm so sorry. I'll catch up.

It's a quick sketch today. Sorry for all the lines and bad drawing.

Since it is Valentine's (as the people on Facebook and Google so helpful keeps reminding me), I looked back on a favourite play of mine. You have three guesses to what it is. To throw you all off, I put in Mum's, Dad's and Trin's favourites too.

1) Romeo + Juliet
2) Macbeth (or 'The Scottish Play')
3) Hamlet
4) As You Like It

Day 10-12: Completed (I'm counting the person with the binoculars as a face).
Have a wonderful day everyone!


P.S. If you want to see what I have been doing instead of drawing, here it is...

It's a shirt to wear over singlets. It's off centre and probably not that good. But I like the pattern.

Another test

Hi everyone! How are you all?
Well, today started with trial and error. I was on the X-box for most of morning (and until 3pm when Dad kicked me off) trying to fix a mistake I made on a game. But I always go over my save data so..........
I had to go back to the 24 hour mark (in a game I worked 36 hours on). But the good news is that I figured out what to do. And that's 'don't screw it up badly again'!

Anyway, today is the 9th, so here's the face for it!

She is a test. Inspired by AlayaArt's daughter (who is a wiz at drawing on the computer), I decided to try my hand at drawing straight on a document in Photoshop. This face was the result.

Day 9: ^.^ ! I'm drawing a lot of girls recently... I need to draw some of the other gender soon or I'll forget how to draw them!
Have a wonderful day everyone!

Day 8: Portrait

How is everyone going?
Well, most of my Uni stuff is sorted today. A dual major in Archeology and Art History, along with brief lessons in Creative Writing, Anthropology and Ancient History.

Today's face.

It was a test to draw eyebrows and some realism. Still in my drawing style though. It's good, but I can't do it again. At least not for a while.

Day 8: Tadaa! Mum and Dad are watching a Battlestar Galactica movie now. It's gotta be close to the end by now.
Have a wonderful day everyone!

A New face!

Hello!
I'm a day behind now... I had a face for yesterday, but in went 'poof' during the night and I can't find it.
Anyway, I did this face last night. I felt inspired to try something different and it was my friend's birthday. So I decided to draw him a picture. Here it is!

It's a Salarian from the game Mass Effect. I had to find a few references to draw the basic head. And then I gave up on that and went with what look good to me. Anyway, this type of alien reminds me of my friend. Talks too fast about tech stuff that I don't understand.

Day 5: Complete!
This is the second draft of the picture. First was drawn on lined paper, then this one. Next one I'll ink and colour (so I have to look up skin paint techniques). Have a wonderful day!

Wind and a face!

Hello all! How is everyone going?
So Alaya Art is doing another 29 faces challenge, but I didn't know as we have had a blackout Down Under due to heavy rain. Although we have had power back for a few days, I have been busy at work (which also had no power) and trying to tidy my room (unsuccessfully).
I'm going to try the challenge again. It is fun, and I've been stuck in a drawing rut...
Anyway, like every other 29 faces challenge I'll be drawing a name out of the hat. But I also like trying to write each day. So I've decided that each face (or at least half of them) will be accompanied by a story!
Don't read it if you don't want to.

Here's the first face!

It's been a while since I have used pens in a drawing. I think I got better at it!

And the story.

Elements (Air) - Tessie

    Tessie had always liked the wind. It seemed like a passing breeze could always take her troubles away. When she was still a child she became aware that she could communicate with the wind. If she asked for the location of a family member or someone she knew, the wind would find the person for her.

Her ability to talk to the wind marked her as a potential Mage, but it became apparent that she couldn't wield a wand. She was the laughing stock of the other kids because of it. Tessie's affinity with the wind only increased for at that moment it acted on her desire, the result of which was those that mocked her found themselves swept off their feet, literally.

So Tessie became part of a small group of non-wand users and she loved the freedom she was given. Her teachers knew that each person had a different skill which meant that they couldn't teach their students everything. So after the basic lessons where out of the way, the class moved outside and the students had to find their own way to use their abilities.

After years of trial and error, Tessie learnt that the air around her was purely hers to use, if the natural wind was blowing one way, Tessie's could overpower it and change the direction. Her favourite skill she developed was using the wind to lift herself off the ground. It only worked for a few seconds at first but she worked on it until she reached the stage that she could 'fly' around for over an hour without exhausting herself.

She never once underestimated the usage of the skills she had developed when she was a child and the wind had never let her down when she really needed it.

Short and sweet (well, not sweet, but defiantly short). It could use some work, but I don't think I can work with it right now. Anyway, have a wonderful day everyone!

Been so long

Hi everyone. How are you all doing?
I'm actually stuck in a drawing rut right now. I cranked out on really good picture, and then when I tried to draw a different one, it was horrible. Seriously, it's like a really bad superpower to be able to draw one picture really well, then screw up the next 10. And it's the same case with my writing too. Nothing is really working for me and I need to get back into the swing of things now that I'm (hopefully) heading off to uni.
So, here's a forced story.
It sucks.
Trust me.

Chance Encounter- Mint

    October 11
Punched someone at school today. He called Mum a failed experiment and that her kinds' presence made him sick. Dad wasn't happy with how I handled the situation, but when I told him that he would have done the same he dropped the subject altogether. Mum looked happy that I had defended her name.

    October 12
I've been kicked out of the school. They said they didn't want someone like me to start fights at the school and ruin their reputation. Biggest load of bull I have heard in my life. They didn't want me there because I attended 'Fair treatment' protests in my school uniform. Dad is looking for a new school now and he isn't talking about what happened.

   December 15
Dad finally found a school. My old one had spread rumours about me to the other 'high education' schools, so Dad found a Multi-kind school nearby for me to go to. Looks okay. They house a lot of the students and teacher on site and have some neat classes. Since it's the holidays I'll be starting there next year.

    February 16
I thought the point of Multi-kind schools was to be tolerant and fair towards all students, no matter what kind they are. In other words, I got into another fight. I wasn't going to sit on the sidelines while a gang of students bullied and pushed one of the girls around because she had expressionless face. At least I wasn't kicked out of the school for fighting.

    February 17
The girl from yesterday said thanks and tried to smile. I say tried because it looked like she didn't know how to do it. So she gave some awkward attempt at it. I started to laugh and she looked slightly hurt, so I took her out for ice-cream to make up for laughing. She said her name was Kelda, but I decided to call her Vanilla 'cause of the flavour she choose. She inspected my choice and dubbed me 'Mint'. I like it.

     April 30
Mum and Vanilla get along really well, coming form a similar background. Vanilla spends a lot of time around the house on her days off and keeps trying to smile. She's getting better. Slowly.

    May 20
Today Vanilla called me her friend. I wasn't there when she said it, but apparently most of the school was. Someone insulted my family and Vanilla immediately stood up for us. She's in the hospital now, but she'll recover. I visited her and she had the goofiest smile on her face when I walked in. It was a real one, but still...

I had to by her ice-cream from the cafeteria to make up for laughing at her.

    May 24
Vanilla was discharged yesterday and was back at school today. A new student also arrived. Introduced herself as Fawn and kinda vanished into thin air for most of the day. Vanilla and I found her being bullied by a group of students. There was another fight. One group had injured egos at the end of the day, and the other had ice-cream. Fawn is now known as Honeycomb.

    July 1
Something weird is going on at the school. After Honeycomb's arrival, a lot of odd things have started happening. I feel like I'm caught up in something way bigger than a new arrival.

Urgh... So bad... But a bit better than expected.
Anyway, have a wonderful day.
Oh!

(LATE) HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

Out of Time

Haha. It's funny that in my previous post I said I would write if I found the time too, and I did. The prompt I pulled out was time! Anyway, here's the story.

Time - Silver
   His first attempt to control the multiple worlds ended in failure when his specimens had somehow let the Meddlers know his location. Beaten by the confrontation, but not down, Silver decided to wait for his chance of vengeance against them and resume his plan. Four years later, a blink of the eye for a god like him, Xochitl the stuck-up head goddess decided to wipe out all life-forms from every world and rebuild the worlds in her eyes, not those of her mother's. Silver was almost worried, but that brief moment passed when Faun, an extremely young goddess who was thrown into the mortal realm, challenged Xochitl to a dual. 

If Faun won, the worlds would be spared. If Xochitl won the worlds would be destroyed. Since Xochitl was the head goddess, she had the power and created a world where she made the rules of the game. Memories are wiped clean with each loss and an entrance price to make it all that more hopeless. The important thing for Silver was that a whole month there was equal to a single day in reality. New specimens were taken from every world to fight and win in what Silver deemed a 'fun' game. 

Silver entered that artificial world and created an area where neither goddess could detect him to carry out his experiments on the specimens that had been gathered. He had all the time in the worlds to corrupt minds and turn them into empty vessels to do his bidding. His time to overthrow the other gods and goddesses and control all the worlds was within his grasp. He had all the time he could want, but it didn't belong sorely to him. 

A group of highly abnormal mortals, even in their restricted environment, had the same amount of time too. 

And Silver underestimated them.

And have a wonderful day everyone

Shadows over my shoulder...

How is everyone going?
I've got uni stuff to do... And I'm not in the right place to do it and it seems like I don't have enough time too. The shadows are slowly creeping up. Anyway... Here's a story.

Shoulder to Cry on - Cecilia
    When she was a little girl, Cecilia was quite a cry-baby. Not that she was over-emotional, she just got scared easily and her friend loved to scare her. She was scared of the shadows too and would whimper in the night until she moved herself next to her mother. One day her friend was selected by a master and left the village to learn. Cecilia cried for days and felt alone without her friend there. Eventually she got used to that reality and shut the memories away in the remote part of her brain, but she carried her friend's panpipes with her at all times. 

Years later, her village was burnt to the ground while she was practising her own set of panpipes. She braved the flames that lapped at her skin and pulled her parents and some of the other villagers out, only to discover they were already dead. A clean stab wound in their chests. Cecilia mourned the loss of her village and those in it, and with the clothes on her back and her panpipes, left the burnt ruins behind her. 

She couldn't cry, as that would show weakness, and every night she was haunted by the faces of the villagers and their cries, The shadows looked more dangerous each night, until one when Cecilia set up camp in dense woodland. Once she had started a fire, she played a tune on her pipes. The sound attracted someone or something else that hovered just outside the boundary of light the fire gave. She stopped and watched the shadows for a while before she snuffed out the dying fire. The presence was comforting, Cecilia felt nothing dangerous about it.  

When she woke in the morning and started for the town nearby, she came across five dead bodies. A clean stab wound in each chest. People came into view along the road and Cecilia waved them over to examine the bodies. They told her that the bodies were trained killers that called the woods part of their territory. Terrified she came so close to death, Cecilia made it to the town and after earning money from playing her panpipes, found an inn to stay in. Once night had fallen, Cecilia felt the presence again. She opened the window of her room and saw nothing outside. She played a tune on her panpipes and left it on the windowsill. She went to sleep for what seemed like a moment when she woke to the sound of the panpipes. It was a sad melody, one that would often be played at funerals in her village. After the last note faded into the night, Cecilia went over to the window and spoke to the wind. 

''Thank-you for before. You can keep the pipes, I have another. Use them to talk to me, I'll listen whenever you want me to.'' 

She went back to sleep, a smile on her face as the sound of another tune, a slightly more happy one, drifted through the room. 

The presence that stayed in the shadows needed someone to cry to and Cecilia was that person.

Mmm... Anyway, have a great day everyone!

And now for something different.

Hello all!
So, no story for today. Sorry if you came by for that. Instead, here's a video of something I did today.

And to quote a favourite manga pyromaniac bad-guy girly-looking-man artist "Art is an EXPLOSION!" (Varies on what translation though).
Moving on - It was really fun! Since there's no outdoor ice-skating in Queensland (because it would become a swimming pool) I jumped at the chance to skate today.

Well, have a great day everyone!

Storm warning

Right, so... There isn't a storm warning, which is a bit of a shame because I'm waiting for snow to appear (and not the ice that I slip over on the sidewalk). Anyway, how is everyone going? Checked out Mum's post about a SunshineShelle sale?
So here's a story!

Storm - Wolf
    Faced with his current situation, Wolf recalled the storms that he had weathered to get there.

His first storm tossed the sea over his mountain home, killed many and destroyed everyone's lives. But it gave the survivors a purpose in life. United by the storm that destroyed, the survivors strived to protect what was left with everything that they had.

The second storm was a different kind of storm. Although there was no wind or rain, the sky had darkened and the light from the sun turned a deep purple. No wind or rain, but Wolf's instincts told him something was terribly wrong. The storm's true purpose was to disguise the being that took him from the place where he belonged, and threw him into a twisted game of survival.

The third storm took what seemed like years to form. For this storm to build, another group of desperate, but capable survivors banded together. Wolf had joined them in the hope that the leader had somehow inspired. Once the storm they created had picked up speed, there was no way to stop it. The world that held them prisoner showed signs that it wasn't real, and with a final push, the survivors freed themselves and others trapped in that distorted fantasy. However they soon found themselves in the middle of another storm.

Wolf had hid himself to observe the battle that raged around him, his keen senses on overload. He could smell the fear of those who were strangers to battle and tuned them out as they tried to flee. Instead he watched the ones braving the endless wave of faceless enemies. The woman that had pulled together the ragtag survivors was covering the cowards who fled, while a man was brutally slicing enemies that came from the other side. Another four of the survivors were boxed in and struggling against the mass that threatened to overcome them. Arrows and bullets from unseen snipers tore through enemies, but it another faceless monster took the fallen one's place. Wolf could smell the others fighting, but they were surrounded by too many enemies to see. Then the clouds churned and the light darkened. A low growl came from Wolf as he recognised the disguise that started the chaos. The battle hadn't stopped even with the new arrival, and Wolf's instinct kicked in as he stepped out from his observation spot. If the small resistance wanted to make it through the storm they found themselves in, they'd need all its members to take part.

With a clear leap into the fray, Wolf entered another storm. 

One he hoped to come out of.

And that all for today! Hope you all have a fantastic day (or night) wherever you are!

Bodyguards

Hiya guys! How is everyone?
So there are two posts today since I'm a little bit behind.
It is a funny coicenidence that the characters pulled out for yesterday are called The Bodyguards and that there was a new iPod/iPhone game released today that has to do with bodyguards. I downloaded the game, but the stamina refills once a day so I'm stuck.
Anyway, story.

Plan B - The Bodyguards
    Johannes had seven employees. He ran a business that had several hundred, but he had seven personal elite employees. Their job description was 'bodyguard', but unlike other bodyguards, not all were handpicked. In fact four had the job because they applied for it, but that didn't make them different from the three that were handpicked. One was a former family butler from Johannes' youth who knew exactly what needed to be done and how to get it done. The second youngest had was a puny male teenager who tried to pickpocket Johannes in broad daylight, while the youngest he found dressed oddly in the slums while she was a child. Their jobs included paper work, information gathering, making sure their boss slept, guarding him during important events, smuggling Intel to the Rebellion Keepers and every other odd job (including the grocery shopping).

Johannes was aware how dangerous it was to attend the political debate at the 5-star resort about the tensions in the land, but representatives from all sides were to be there on 'neutral' ground. Johannes had told his seven to not make a scene and observe everything from the shadows.

He was watching the live security feed of the bar where something was going down. His slum girl was being hounded by a high official who wasn't taking a 'no' for an answer. His thief boy had tried 'politely' to get the official away but subtle hints could only get so far. Johannes frowned at the ordeal, Plan A was to remove themselves from the problem as quietly as possible. Unfortunately the official was anything but quiet. The gathered crowd were parted as a well-built man entered the commotion, and he towered over the three. The new arrival was a guard of the official's and as hostile words were exchanged between both parties, the crowd crept further away. There was an elderly man close to the entrance; his hand hovered over a part of the wall. The moment the official's guard pushed Johannes' thief to the side the lights went off. When they came back on a few seconds later, the official and his guard were sprawled out on the floor and the two youngsters and the old man had disappeared. Johannes smiled in spite of himself and laughed.

Plan B: If they couldn't remove themselves from the problem... Remove the problem.

Right! So that's it for today! Hhave a wonderful day everyone!!
Oh! I've also gone through and fixed the spelling errors for the short stories. Hope that makes things easier for you all.

Markets

Hello!
First off, there seem to be people that come here from countries that native tongue isn't English. And now I feel bad because I don't speak anything but that. So I'm very sorry to all. I've been trying to teach myself basics of languages, but then I forget my English... Eventually I figure some way to retain my English and learn another four languages.
I've also been scanning over my old posts, and I spotted horrendous spelling mistakes. Why did no one tell me! Gah!! It's so embarrassing...

Market - Vigis
    Vigis loved the markets. Since she grew up on a homestead with her four older brothers and away from towns, her first market visit was a thrill. Especially when she was given her Chevalier Knight sword. She loved the smells that drifted from the stalls, the colours of fabrics that where hung up to separate the stalls and she loved the competitions that went on throughout the day. Although it took the combined strength of her mother and two eldest brothers to drag her away from the sign-up sheet.

She visited the markets in Ashlake regularly. Stalls spread down hundreds of streets, the squares were set-up for tournaments and animal stalls. Vigis helped the farmers from the outskirts travel to and from the markets in anyway she could and while at the markets she would eat her way through every stall  and worked  off the energy by participating in events.

But this market was different. It was as if the trouble from the Nobodies had arrived at Ashlake's front gate. It bothered Vigis that such far away trouble could effect the hustle of Ashlake's market. Everyone was on edge and there were less stalls than usual, and it seemed like everyone was prepared to pack up and go home at the slightest notice. It seemed like there was no reason for that attitude until the trouble started. The moment people were running, Vigis equipped her sword in one hand and wand in the other. A shadow towered over her, and Vigis let an ecstatic grin cross her face. She would still end up enjoying that day's market.

Vigis thought that the dragons were a nice touch to the day.

Right, so have a wonderful day everyone!

It's been a long day...

Hey all! How is everyone going?
So, if you've been by Mum's blog (As you all would have since you found me through her. Don't lie ^.^), you probably would have read that I'm currently not in the house. I've actually been keeping track of how many days it has been since I've seen home with my own eyes, and it has been 73 days. Since I call home twice a day to say hi to everyone, I was never particularly homesick. But two nights ago I had a dream about walking around the house and I woke up missing home.
Anyway, when you dream (and remember it) do you feel in the dream? Like picking up a book in the dream, do you feel the weight? Do you feel textures of objects? And do you dream in colour? They are probably pointless questions, but I'm interested in stuff like that.
But you guys aren't here for that, are you?

Long day - Leif

6AM - Wake up and get ready
6:30AM - Jog to gym (long route ≈ 30 minutes)
7AM - Train in gym
8AM - Shower and change for classes
8:30AM - Breakfast in common room
9AM - Classes start
   9-10AM - Level A Anti-detection Training
   10-11AM - History
   11AM-12PM - Advanced Gym
12PM - Lunch (Meet Heath/Julie outside)
1PM - Classes resume
   1-2PM - Languages
   2-3PM - Mathematics Nap-time
   3-4PM - Team Building Exercises
4PM - Classes finish
4:05PM - Raid kitchen
4:15PM - Free time (Find Sal and ask for math notes)
5PM - Gather equipment (Make sure capsule is full of powder)
6PM - Meet up at library and go over plans
6:30PM - Leave campus
7PM - Arrive at location
   7-9PM - Operation
9PM - Leave location
   9-9:30PM - Weave way to rendezvous point
10PM - Arrive at campus
10:05PM - Debrief
10:30PM Have dinner in either Sal/Faith's or Heath/Julie's room
11PM - Go to bed

Leif looked at his wristwatch and sighed. He rechecked the notebook that had his messy handwriting for the day's activities. The stuff in the morning he normally did (and sleeping in Maths), but with a job on, it always seemed like there wasn't any time to relax. He looked at his watch again, tapped its face and slammed his head onto the table, which startled his two friends (four technically, but he could only see two at one time). It felt like he had been up for hours, but his perfectly working and correct watch told him that it was only 8:43AM. 

It was going to be a long day.

Hope you enjoyed the story(?). Have a wonderful day everyone!

(Un)Natural

Hi guys! How are you all?
I'm having great fun at a science museum today! Actually I'm having great fun at every museum and gallery I've been in. But there is a robot in this one that you can control to converse with other people or make him do the robot. I say him because of the voice he is programed to respond in. Well, I was told (while I was playing with the controls) that a little monkey was scared of the robot. After his mother and I were able to talk him into the room, I had the robot blow the little monkey a kiss and dance for him. And the little monkey loved it and said "He's a funny robot". Mission accomplished.
New problem... There an even littler monkey who keeps pulling the computer screen towards her! On second thought, she found the pencil from before and seems happy chewing on that (at least for the moment).
Anyway, here's a story!

Natural - Minnta
     Definition of the word 'natural' according to the Standard Human Dictionary - English Version
1. Relating to nature
2. Inborn, rather then acquired
3. Present in or produced by nature, rather then being artificial
4. A musical note that is neither sharp or flat
5. Not artificially coloured or treated

Minnta had an issue with how humans defined the word 'natural'.

1. Although she has a plant from her home planet, the nature (and the world) was destroyed twice. Once by the species that lived there when technology arrived. Second time is when it was invaded when she was just a child. Although she understands what nature is on other planets, it's always foreign to her.
2. An ability that all species have from the get-go is instinct. However, only a few species rely on it nowadays. Instinct saved Minnta many times, but marked her as an outcast from her own species. She didn't care though, she had always identified herself more Okralid anyway.
3. Total banning of artificial reproduction had been lifted by many species due to colonies being wiped off the face of the universe. Although natural reproduction was still the norm, the lift eliminated the need for it. Humans were the first to lift the ban, lowering Minnta's respect of the species to an ultimate low.
4. Music meant nothing to Minnta. It didn't help her and she didn't need it. Mechanical whirs, start-up sounds and the hum of engines were pretty much the only things she heard on a daily basis. Although with two more people on board, Minnta could hear someone singing in the morning.
5. She has no enhancements like others of her species. She'll die younger than the rest of her species, if she lives long enough. Her bones aren't altered to support things 10x her weight and she doesn't have 360 degree vision. Three of the many reasons she was forced to quit her job.

Minnta was from the most stupidest and hypocritical species she ever had the misfortune to be affiliated with. Even the other species felt sorry for her.
Minnta was 100% natural human, and that made her unnatural.

Hmm... How was it? Enjoy it? Anyway, have a wonderful day everyone!
Oh! There is a new page link up the top of this post to get to all short stories.

Babysitter

Hello all! How are you today?

Babysitting has it's quirks you know. I just have to keep two little ones out of trouble by providing distractions, turning them away from computers and mobile phones, and make the occasional monkey or snowman or hot-dog out of play-doh. Then I clean up once they leave the room (it gets trashed later, but the adults can at least walk in it for a brief moment). Tell you the truth though, I have no idea if I'm going an okay job or if I'm just a bother.

Anyway, today's story is about a different type of babysitter...

Babysitter - Salicylic
     Salicylic, better known as Sal, sat in the darkened room that was barely lit by the street lamps outside. Her eyes carefully watched the wall opposite her and she sat against a mirror to avoid its reflection.
"Sally," a voice called for attention behind her like a small child would. Sal ignored it.
"Sal," the voice was stern having dropped its whiny tone. Sal still ignored it.
"Salicylic! You will look at me!" The voice shouted.
"Leave me alone Faith," Sal responded plainly and heard a huff behind her. Sal knew Faith was annoyed at the situation; Faith always needed action while Sal could sit in a spot for hours.
"We are stuck here while your partner is stealing what you have spent weeks searching for."
"Yes."
"But we could be doing that! Just the two of us, like when we were kids!"
"Stealing the cookie jar at home and stealing a dangerous, overpowered sword from a guarded museum are two completely different things," Sal explained to what she knew was deaf ears.
"Same principle..." Faith muttered and then spoke up, "Better than babysitting."
Sal sighed, but continued to watch the wall opposite that had three security guards tied up together. Gathering intelligence, formulating plans and, as Faith put it, babysitting were Sal's best assets on a heist that she could do by herself.
"I hate you," Faith commented bluntly only for Sal to shrug the statement off. She was used to Faith's harsh comments in an attempt to provoke her since the two grew up together. They stopped getting to her years ago.
"I finished reading that book you've been saving time for," Faith said, "and Raven is actually-"
"Don't tell me!" Sal yelled angrily and quickly tried to compose herself, but it was too late. The next moment, Sal saw Faith sitting in front of her.  

"Ah~! My turn!" Faith stood up and stretched her limbs out. Although the shape grew into what looked like a young adult, and the curves and hair colour changed, it was still technically Sal's body. It just changed to Faith's when Sal got emotional (which is why she still hadn't finished reading the book). The two were completely different people, and unfortunately, they shared the same body. Sal watched from the mirror as Faith started to walk towards the main exhibition of the building. Sal berated herself for falling for that trick again.
"Oh!" Faith stopped and pulled something out of Sal's, now stretched pant pockets. She examined it and after a brief think over, opened it. A white powder covered Faith and Sal smiled from her mirror prison. Faith tried so very hard to not do what Sal was hoping for. She tried so, so hard.
"AH-CHOO!" Faith sneezed, and in an instant Sal was back in her body. Clothes stretched beyond repair and covered in white powder, Sal read what was on the capsule Faith opened.
On the outside; 'Faith - I think this will look good on you'
Inside; "Sal - Your Welcome'
"Your partner sucks."
Sal grinned and turned to the mirror that a bitter and red-nosed Faith was standing in. Although Sal's reflection in the mirror was Faith and didn't know what she looked like as a result, she was sure that she looked like an insane smiling mess. Faith's eye roll only confirmed her suspicions and she returned to doing her job.
Babysitting.

Right, so that's it for today. I'm wondering what story has the most words... Anyway, have a nice day everyone!




P.S. Salicylic is actually an acid that I read in my chemistry book while at school. I liked it for a name. It's rather funny now that I look back, because if I remember correctly salicylic acid is used in aspirin to relieve headaches (it does other stuff to, that's just what I remember), and Faith is a huge headache to deal with!

If you got another story...

Hello! I hope everyone is going well. How are the stories? Are they to your liking? Are they amusing or making you think? Or maybe you're just collecting them to bind and have a private copy somewhere under your bed.
I'm not going to lie, that last comment was aimed at a friend.
Anyway, here's another story. It's a lot shorter than the others.

If - Sakti

    All her life, Sakti has been protected by her father. He was her only family since her mother died in childbirth. Something her father never got over and Sakti herself, desperate to know her mother, watched the recording she left behind over and over. Sakti wondered if her mother were alive, would she be on her mother's home world studying the Lore?

The mechanical-metropolis that Sakti has spent her life on was the centre for smuggling weapons and drugs. Her father told her what areas to stay away from and she listened. It was dangerous to get involved, everyone knew that, but since the criminal activity seemed to run parallel to normal life, people turned a blind eye.

She wondered what would have happened if she had continued on her way home that day instead of following her curiosity. Would the criminals have remained on the hunk of metal she had called 'home'? Would the Okralid and human that drew attention to the criminal group have bleed to death that day? Would her father and herself lived the rest of their lives on that metal-planet depressed and against the wishes of her mother?

But 'would' was not the question that Sakti asked herself at that moment she made a decision.

If the opportunity to escape her boring life arose, why wouldn't she take it?

Ok, that's today's story! Hope you enjoyed it and have a wonderful day everyone!

A Nightmare

Hello! How is everyone? So the story prompt is 'Nightmare' and the character actually came from one of my own. Funny isn't it? Anyway, enjoy!

Nightmare - Cap. Amarina
Amarina never had a nightmare, bad dreams she had, but never a true nightmare. At least she could say that until 'that day'. She saw first hand what happened and the carnage of bodies at the end of it. When she got called back to the military by her superiors, she thought they'd put her on the front line. She would have been out of their nonexistent hair that way, but they put her behind a desk on secretary duty. Amarina filed away budgets and reports on stupid plans of attack doomed from the beginning as the carnage continued with each passing day. Reality became a nightmare for Amarina and most of the world's population. Filing one day, she read about a case of a successful attack, but not from the military. A target of the carnage retaliated and killed the attacker. An idea began to fester in Amarina's head, one that was at the least slightly better than her superiors'.

But then 'the event' happened. Another nightmare, so many young lives lost for no reason, very little survived and more paper work for Amarina to deal with. Sick to death with worthless ideas that amounted to nothing, Amarina forged a superiors signature on a summary, slipped it to another and her idea was passed. Those higher up didn't care who came up with it, so long as they got the credit for it. If the targets could successfully attack the enemy, why not recruit them? As a bonus, Amarina was finished with desk work and got a team of female recruits to train. She still had bad dreams, but before they could manifest into nightmares, a 'BOOM' in the distance would wake her and she would count the minutes it took for the rapid knocking at her door to start.

Amarina was pleased that in this nightmare called reality, that one of her three recruits had a hatred distrust of authority and knew how to channel it well.

So, can anyone guess who the recruit is? I'll give you a hint, she has a funny way of keeping track of time. Anyway, have a wonderful day everyone!

Chameleon

Hello everyone! How are you all doing? I'm feeling pretty good, having been a geek and updating my information on what is on the internet. Mostly what I'm missing out on in the gaming world and I found out that as a promotion for the newest Halo game, there was a live-action web-series. It's not completely unrelated to the chameleon (or at least the ability to camouflage which is normally affiliated with the chameleon) because in the fourth episode the Elites turn up (They turn invisible)! Trust me, I was terrified out of my wits, but I was too excited to notice. And then the hero came in, and then there were Jackels, needler guns, Hunters and IT WAS AWESOME!!
*Cough* *Cough*
Alright, I'm done with that now... If you want to check it out yourself, look up 'Halo 4: Forward Unto Dawn'.
So, I have a story about a chameleon. Ready?

Chameleon - Moselle
    Moselle knew how to make like a chameleon and camouflage. Sit in the corner with her head in a book. Although unusual, no-one seemed to notice her, or at least she didn't notice them. Her friend Leon camouflages in plain sight, standing out so much that he blends right in. Moselle doesn't understand how that worked but it did. But then, everyone eventually meets the ultimate chameleon...

"Goodfellow!" Moselle skidded to a halt in the kitchen and surveyed the room. She opened the cupboards and checked inside the pots.
"Goodfellow..." Moselle growled despite it sounding like there was water in her throat. No response.
"I need my book back." In the safety of her home, she didn't feel nervous enough to shutter.
Still no response. Moselle sighed and turned her attention to the pots. She pulled them out and rolled across the floor so that they would crash either into a wall or another pot.
"Come on! I just cleaned those!" A voice bounced around the room which made it impossible to tell where it came from. Frantic knocking at the side door in the kitchen caused Moselle to switch focus.
"Moss! Open up! That thief stole my phone!"
Moselle opened the door and Leon stepped in.
"Hi," he nodded to Moselle and surveyed the room, kicking a pot while he was at it.
"Really?!" The disembodied voice bounced again and Leon turned his attention to Moselle.
"Let me guess, he took your book?" He asked and Moselle nodded. No book meant no camouflage, which meant that people could see her and that makes her a nervous wreak. She picked up the land line phone and passed it to her friend, who picked up on the unspoken idea and punched in his number. A few moments later, a ring-tone started up in the ceiling.
"Crap!" The voice cursed and something was dropped. Leon jumped up onto the bench, moved a panel aside and in one fluid movement, pulled himself halfway through the opening.
"Gotcha!"
Moselle watched the struggle she couldn't see in slight amusement. Something hit the side with a dull thud and Leon grumbled. Little footsteps ran around the ceiling and faded the further away they ran.
"Good news!" Leon called out, "He dropped the book and phone!"
"G-great," Moselle managed to reply.
"Bad news. It's out of my reach."
Moselle sighed, grabbed a short broom and tapped Leon's dangling legs. He attempted to move, but there was another thud.
"More bad news. I'm a little bit stuck."

Moselle was sure that as she sighed bitterly, she could hear the crackling laugh of a certain little Brownie.

And's that it for now everyone! Thanks for reading (if you did) and have a wonderful day!

Beginnings

Hmm... I'm not going to lie, it seems that all my luck as changed into perfect timing but not pulling names out of a hat.

In the beginning... - Hyde
Hyde really didn't know how he ended up camping in 'The Nobodies', but he assumed that if he could pin-point when the trouble began he could work the rest out.

Was the beginning when Hyde had first displayed the ability to use magic? Was it when he lifted his friend, Jekyll, into the air with his mind to restrain the restless and emotional boy? He highly doubted that was the beginning of the trouble, but it was a beginning.

Or maybe when he first went to the school, a day he'd never forget. The line of children, all who showed potential to use magic and the looming door that opened to allow the next in line in. Hyde watched from his spot; kids walked in and came out with a proud look on his or her face with a wooden wand in hand. No wand, and you were never to be recognised as a mage. A girl came out, an angry glare set on her face and her hands empty. People with wands laughed at her, but ended up in a pile when the wind suddenly picked up and threw them all into a wall. That was the way it worked since the beginning, and the girl was next in line to be treated lower because she couldn't wield a wand. Jekyll came out with red eyes and avoiding looking at anyone. Hyde was about to comfort his friend, but a voice called for him beyond the door and he went in. That day was a beginning too.

Maybe the beginning of the trouble was five years later when an unknown power increased in 'The Nobodies'. It was defiantly the last peaceful moment that Hyde could recall. Out camping in a forest, he and his friends woke in the morning to find that the trees had left the forest. They went back to civilisation to discover that the trees were attacking mages that were connected to a wand. Although he knew it was wrong, Hyde was pleased and smug about it, along with a sense of relief that he and Jekyll were safe. Suddenly, those who were looked down upon were needed to protect those who were 'superior'. Hyde would have rather let them sort it out for themselves, but his friends were too morally conscious, so there he was in 'The Nobodies', trying to uncover what disturbed the status-quo. He knew that he might not be able to pin-point the original beginning, but Hyde felt that a new beginning was about to emerge from the land.

The beginning of a clash.

And that's todays story! Did you like it? Still not as good as Seasons-Scarlett in my mind, but better than the first one I wrote (which will never see daylight again). And I know someone is going to point out the names here so... Yes, the names are taken/inspired by Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. No, I have never read the story, I don't like to be scared. Yes, I know what the story is about.
Anyway, have a great day everyone!

Another story?

Hello again everyone. Today I watched my first full James Bond movie, not that it's anything special, my great-uncle was just surprised that I never sat through one before (although I could tell you how Bond likes his martini). Also today I sat in one spot for a very long time after I pulled out the prompts thinking 'How the heck am I going to this?'. To my surprise, better than I originally expected, although not as good as yesterday. Anyway, here's the story.

Sky - Dawn
    Dawn had a strange relationship with the sky. During the day under the blue, sometimes cloudy, sky she was her normal, angry and reckless self. When it was a red-orange in the evenings she was slightly more cautious, but after the last light had faded and the sky turned black, she changed. Withdrawn, headphones in her ears to ignore everything around her. She would stay inside and refuse to look out in the fear that she would see the auras that she felt pulse through the atmosphere. People said she was just over-reacting, but they didn't hear what she did. They didn't know why her headphones were blasting music at full volume. If they could only hear the ominous, repetitive chants that sent chills down Dawn's spine and felt the increase of black magic invading a world were it didn't belong. But they couldn't hear it or feel it, because only a witch could, and despite Dawn having rejected that part of her heritage, she was haunted by the feeling. Under the night sky the witches were most powerful, if Dawn could somehow push them into the daylight she might stand a chance of collecting one witches soul. But they covered their auras in the day, making it impossible to find them.

Dawn sighed as she walked along the street. Another day of achieving nothing. Even so, a part of her brain was screaming at her 'Look up! Something is there! Be wary!'. She passed it off as her brain over-reacting to doing nothing, but the idea still hung around like a pest.
"Hey Dawn," her friend called from a few steps behind.
"What?" Dawn turned her attention away from the ground.
"Don't you think that the sky is a bit more red today?"
Dawn blinked at  the question, then looked up. Now that her friend mentioned it, the sky was more red than usual. A more blood red. The voice screamed at her louder 'Behind! Behind!' but it was ignored. Dawn recognised the colour in the sky from a distant memory, one she'd prefer to not dig up.
"You're just over thinking again," she mumbled to both her friend and herself. A surge of power erupted from behind Dawn and she quickly turned to catch sight of an adult female, with a hat that pointed like cat ears, float to the ground with the grace of one. Dawn swore under her breath as she jumped back and grabbed onto her friend, who transformed into the familiar naginata that Dawn was used to handling. As she gripped onto the weapon for strength, she realised that she should have recognised the red sky for what it was. The woman caught sight of Dawn and an inhuman grin spread across her face.

The red sky was a sign for a disaster.

The red sky was her.

... ... Ok, so... OWEN! If you read this, and make fun of me, I will make next Supanova a huge ordeal for you!! I believe you know what a corset is right? I also believe you know what happened to a certain character from a certain show when it was introduced to him? And if that doesn't work, than I move onto Plan B.
Right, so everyone knows what I'm talking about; do you remember when I said that sometimes when I watch/play/read too much of something my dreams start to take that shape? Right, well after watching too much Soul Eater, Dawn popped up in my dreams. If you have the time, watch the first three episodes of Soul Eater. Go on, you won't regret it at all. Well, maybe if you get hooked and spend a day or two watching it you might regret it...
Anyway! Have a wonderful day everyone!!