"Witch, did you just have to do that?!" Harsh words flowed out angrily. Glaring at my sister, I grabbed her hair and tug at it while she screamed and struggled. The fight ended with me getting a punched stomach and bits of my sister's hair in my hand. Lucy, my minute older sister crushed my beautifully made clay model. The reason, because I turned of the TV when she was watching My Chemical Romance. I wanted to concentrate on the clay model but as you should know, our TV is a very old model of Panasonic and it takes ages to get the channel back up. Which means that she missed her song because...the TV takes ages to get back up!
Both of us loathed each other ever since we were born...that sentence is a lie, I tell you, a lie! My mother claimed that we fought as fetuses too! Anyway, both of us are twins. Brunette short haired, bad temper look-a-likes. Oh, and we're in the same class in school. Not to mention that we quarrel and throw stuff at each other almost daily, in class too!
Anyway, both of us always try to make up somehow, but they usually end like, "Thanks for that gift, just that I don't quite like that pink wrapper." and one of us will reply,"Oh, that's okay, it wasn't meant for you, it was for Lupe, our dog." And things shall end grouchilly (spelling?) again.
The End. :P
Friday, April 27, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Renegade and Autumn
Story #5. Inspired by RPG: Dream Horses (no longer an RPG [not existing anymore]) This time, it is some sort of love story...but oh well. Work In Progress. Help is much welcomed.
Prologue:
Two brothers, one pure white, the other coal black. Both had been the best pals ever, until one mare made history. They fought because of her, and separated because of her. Now, there are two types of horses that each horse has a choice to go to. It just depends if they would risk their lives for it. The Lights are the good, though some turn bad. And The Darks are usually decieving and evil, but some do convert to the Lights. Generation after generation comes and goes, but this is the story of Renegade, the story of a courageos stallion that will never be forgotten.
Born a Dark, Ren (as they called him) witness the brutalitiy of the Darks, the murder of his parents. They were Darks too, but incidentally, Ren's mother gave birth to him, a grey, white spotted foal. Blackhawk was the leader of the Darks at that timei and he didn't tolerate light colours. He distested Ren and yearned to get rid (meaning kill) him. However, Ren's parents loved him and they prodded hiim to slip away at night when no one was watching. When Blackhawk found out what they were doing, he and his evil followers pounded the couple to death. Alas, Ren saw everything and knew he had to go. Reluctantly, he sped away, sobbing unstoppably.
After twelve days of running, Renegade came to a stream and drank from it. Seconds later, he toppled over in exhaustion. Unbeknowest to him, he had traveled over 3000 kilometers. He had this strange gift of speed even though he himself didn't know it. He then claimed this land as his, and named it Sorrowind, for he had fled to this place in his time of sorrow. Ren was changing, he did not suck in what the Darks usually thought to their foals. He begin to become kind and gentle. Two years passed quickly, he grew up strong in spirit and physically, enduring hard winters. He hadn't forgotten his parents but he knew he couldn't bring them back. But suddenly, he felt something he never felt before, lonliness.
At that time, a mare from the Southend Lands decided that she would not bear with her Light family anymore. It was not because she hated being good, it was because she had a split personality. Sometimes, she felt good doing good, helping others. But other times, when she saw the pearl necklaces that all Lights had, her secret Dark spirit would cause her to convulse and shield away. She crushed her own necklace. So, she ran away, she didn't plan where to go, just wanted to get away. She ran towards Sorrowind. Her name is Autumn, as she was born in that season.
Prologue:
Two brothers, one pure white, the other coal black. Both had been the best pals ever, until one mare made history. They fought because of her, and separated because of her. Now, there are two types of horses that each horse has a choice to go to. It just depends if they would risk their lives for it. The Lights are the good, though some turn bad. And The Darks are usually decieving and evil, but some do convert to the Lights. Generation after generation comes and goes, but this is the story of Renegade, the story of a courageos stallion that will never be forgotten.
Born a Dark, Ren (as they called him) witness the brutalitiy of the Darks, the murder of his parents. They were Darks too, but incidentally, Ren's mother gave birth to him, a grey, white spotted foal. Blackhawk was the leader of the Darks at that timei and he didn't tolerate light colours. He distested Ren and yearned to get rid (meaning kill) him. However, Ren's parents loved him and they prodded hiim to slip away at night when no one was watching. When Blackhawk found out what they were doing, he and his evil followers pounded the couple to death. Alas, Ren saw everything and knew he had to go. Reluctantly, he sped away, sobbing unstoppably.
After twelve days of running, Renegade came to a stream and drank from it. Seconds later, he toppled over in exhaustion. Unbeknowest to him, he had traveled over 3000 kilometers. He had this strange gift of speed even though he himself didn't know it. He then claimed this land as his, and named it Sorrowind, for he had fled to this place in his time of sorrow. Ren was changing, he did not suck in what the Darks usually thought to their foals. He begin to become kind and gentle. Two years passed quickly, he grew up strong in spirit and physically, enduring hard winters. He hadn't forgotten his parents but he knew he couldn't bring them back. But suddenly, he felt something he never felt before, lonliness.
At that time, a mare from the Southend Lands decided that she would not bear with her Light family anymore. It was not because she hated being good, it was because she had a split personality. Sometimes, she felt good doing good, helping others. But other times, when she saw the pearl necklaces that all Lights had, her secret Dark spirit would cause her to convulse and shield away. She crushed her own necklace. So, she ran away, she didn't plan where to go, just wanted to get away. She ran towards Sorrowind. Her name is Autumn, as she was born in that season.
Nelly Collaborate?
Story #4. Inspired and based on Nelly, my neighbour's dog. -not everything is true, and I named him Nelly-
Slowly, Nelly ventured into the carpark of that big house just to check it out. A guy inside the house spied on him, grabbed a stick, and came out the back door without the puppy noticing him.
The stick struck my back, I cursed and yelled with pain."What the heck did I do to deserve that?!" I barked at him. Of course, he couldn't understand my language (what a sucker) and I ran out to the road. Man, my back hurt real bad. The same guy went back into the house, and came out again with a much larger metal hockey stick. Bringing it down, it barely missed me. All that time, I kept hearing someone saying in my brain, "Run Nelly, run!" Nelly, that was what the girl called me. She wasn't my owner, she just fed me biscuits and named me Nelly. Suddenly, I realised that she had been sending thought rays to me! Not many humans had that specia power to be able to communicate to animals using thought rays. Anyway, it was her brother that hated me, hated the other animals too. I awfully do despise him. When I grow up, I'll get back at that savage human. I will, I swear it!
-back in the house-
Callie ran up the stairs and barged into her father's office where he was typing his lesson plan. "Dad, David just beat up that puppy I told you about, you've got to discipline him!" she complained and almost yelled at him, tears welling up in her brown eyes, chestnut hair ruffled down her shoulders. "What do you propose I do to him?" He answered nonchalantly, "He is already 18 and there isn't much I can do to change his ways." Callie slammed the door closed and stomped to her room.
"Propose?! Propose? What kinda heck of a question is that?!!" Callie thought to herself as she snatched her earphones off the desk and pressed them to her ears. She was so anxious about that puppy. It was a male prairie dog with GSD colours. He was very cute indeed. Just that he was a little scared all the time, and didn't quite let her pet him because the fear of humans had been implanted into his heart when his owner cut of his tail. "Docked" is the correct word. Nelly had a stump for a tail.
What a bitch, I thought and rolled my eyes. "Callie, that's just a dawgg, a freakin' dawg." Being the big brother of an animal lover is hard. She just goes crying at every single animal I chase away. Such a baby. They're just poopin' in my car porch, peein' on my tyres and on the dustbin. That dog just had to learn it's lesson. -shrug-. Oh, so that dog's back in now eh? Time to finish my job. -grabs hockey stick again and stomps out, shoving Callie out of the way-.
[WIP]
Slowly, Nelly ventured into the carpark of that big house just to check it out. A guy inside the house spied on him, grabbed a stick, and came out the back door without the puppy noticing him.
The stick struck my back, I cursed and yelled with pain."What the heck did I do to deserve that?!" I barked at him. Of course, he couldn't understand my language (what a sucker) and I ran out to the road. Man, my back hurt real bad. The same guy went back into the house, and came out again with a much larger metal hockey stick. Bringing it down, it barely missed me. All that time, I kept hearing someone saying in my brain, "Run Nelly, run!" Nelly, that was what the girl called me. She wasn't my owner, she just fed me biscuits and named me Nelly. Suddenly, I realised that she had been sending thought rays to me! Not many humans had that specia power to be able to communicate to animals using thought rays. Anyway, it was her brother that hated me, hated the other animals too. I awfully do despise him. When I grow up, I'll get back at that savage human. I will, I swear it!
-back in the house-
Callie ran up the stairs and barged into her father's office where he was typing his lesson plan. "Dad, David just beat up that puppy I told you about, you've got to discipline him!" she complained and almost yelled at him, tears welling up in her brown eyes, chestnut hair ruffled down her shoulders. "What do you propose I do to him?" He answered nonchalantly, "He is already 18 and there isn't much I can do to change his ways." Callie slammed the door closed and stomped to her room.
"Propose?! Propose? What kinda heck of a question is that?!!" Callie thought to herself as she snatched her earphones off the desk and pressed them to her ears. She was so anxious about that puppy. It was a male prairie dog with GSD colours. He was very cute indeed. Just that he was a little scared all the time, and didn't quite let her pet him because the fear of humans had been implanted into his heart when his owner cut of his tail. "Docked" is the correct word. Nelly had a stump for a tail.
What a bitch, I thought and rolled my eyes. "Callie, that's just a dawgg, a freakin' dawg." Being the big brother of an animal lover is hard. She just goes crying at every single animal I chase away. Such a baby. They're just poopin' in my car porch, peein' on my tyres and on the dustbin. That dog just had to learn it's lesson. -shrug-. Oh, so that dog's back in now eh? Time to finish my job. -grabs hockey stick again and stomps out, shoving Callie out of the way-.
[WIP]
Story #3, no title.
Story #3. Up for collab also. Prologue was adapted from RPG: Gravity with permission from Crescent_Wolf.
Prologue:
In a post-apocalyptic future where humans live in domed cities surrounded by wasteland, wolves are assumed to be four hundred years extinct. Yet wolves do walk among them, disguising themselves as humans in order to survive in the human world. They say that there is a place where there is no pain or tears, where happiness continues forever. Many humans, and wolves, have tried to find that place but none of them were heard of ever again, and they never returned. Now some young wolves will follow the scent of Rupian Glory Flowers on a dangerous quest to find what the legend promised them: Paradise.
Ray was an orphan when he was just 3 years old. He lost both of his parents in a random kill. So he went to live with his old grandmother. Not long after his 18th birthday, Ray’s dear granny died of lung cancer. One day, as he was looking out his window thinking of the past events, he saw a wolf coming out of the jungle about just a few feet from his bamboo house. The wolf saw him and dropped something on the grass from its mouth and ran of. He came down and took the thing that the wolf dropped...It was a mirror, and at the back of the mirror, this was written:Wish to be a wolf,and it shall be so.You'll be able to change back,so wish it be true.He thought for a while and decided that it wouldn’t hurt and he wished to be a grey wolf. Miraculously, split seconds later, he opened his eyes and his eyesight and smell improved so much that he quickly changed back to human as he wasn’t used to it. Minutes later, he tried again and it worked! After testing out everything and touching his thick furred body, he transformed into a human again in fear that people might think he was a wolf (which he was at that time) and shoot him.
Ray wasted no time in packing and leaving for the unknown that lies before him. It landed him in a city 18 miles from where he started. He saw a young teenager-like wolf walking around, getting glances from the people. A guy and 4 of his friends gathered around her, with sticks and clubs ready. Elaina got into her fighting stance and two more wolves appeared snarling at the men around her. Some of the men backed away while others just got angrier. Ray quickly changed himself into wolf and charged towards one man’s thigh and sunk his sharp teeth into the meat. The others did their job, biting and chasing the terrified men away. When everything cooled down, the she-wolves looked at Ray and one muttered: He’s one of us.
-WIP-
Prologue:
In a post-apocalyptic future where humans live in domed cities surrounded by wasteland, wolves are assumed to be four hundred years extinct. Yet wolves do walk among them, disguising themselves as humans in order to survive in the human world. They say that there is a place where there is no pain or tears, where happiness continues forever. Many humans, and wolves, have tried to find that place but none of them were heard of ever again, and they never returned. Now some young wolves will follow the scent of Rupian Glory Flowers on a dangerous quest to find what the legend promised them: Paradise.
Ray was an orphan when he was just 3 years old. He lost both of his parents in a random kill. So he went to live with his old grandmother. Not long after his 18th birthday, Ray’s dear granny died of lung cancer. One day, as he was looking out his window thinking of the past events, he saw a wolf coming out of the jungle about just a few feet from his bamboo house. The wolf saw him and dropped something on the grass from its mouth and ran of. He came down and took the thing that the wolf dropped...It was a mirror, and at the back of the mirror, this was written:Wish to be a wolf,and it shall be so.You'll be able to change back,so wish it be true.He thought for a while and decided that it wouldn’t hurt and he wished to be a grey wolf. Miraculously, split seconds later, he opened his eyes and his eyesight and smell improved so much that he quickly changed back to human as he wasn’t used to it. Minutes later, he tried again and it worked! After testing out everything and touching his thick furred body, he transformed into a human again in fear that people might think he was a wolf (which he was at that time) and shoot him.
Ray wasted no time in packing and leaving for the unknown that lies before him. It landed him in a city 18 miles from where he started. He saw a young teenager-like wolf walking around, getting glances from the people. A guy and 4 of his friends gathered around her, with sticks and clubs ready. Elaina got into her fighting stance and two more wolves appeared snarling at the men around her. Some of the men backed away while others just got angrier. Ray quickly changed himself into wolf and charged towards one man’s thigh and sunk his sharp teeth into the meat. The others did their job, biting and chasing the terrified men away. When everything cooled down, the she-wolves looked at Ray and one muttered: He’s one of us.
-WIP-
Voltcom
Story #2. Currently up for collaboration.
-hoot hoot- An owl hooted in the pitch dark jungle. She could see a pack of wolves roaming the forest for food. In this pack, the leader was Voltcom, a smart and cunning alpha male. There wasn't any alpha female, not yet anyway. Somewhere in the shadows, the painful cry of a seriously injured moose calf caught his attention. Stealthily, Voltcom and his pack members trotted silently nearer and crouched down, patiently waiting. Their tongues stopped panting and each of them became alert, bright eyes gleaming in the night.
Shuffles were heard as the baby moose crawled through the undergrowth. Apparently, it had escaped a lion attack but was too weak to travel with the herd. Still, the hungry wolves waited for the leader's sign to attack. They all knew that this calf was too weak to escape though they just followed the usual: Crouch, wait, pounce, kill, eat. Voltcom's hackles rised -as a sign- and they all pounced, tearing and killing the calf easily. The cries of agony only lasted a few seconds. Then, only the sounds of satisfied licks were heard.
-passes a lot of chapters-
It was the mating season and each male had to fight for a female. Voltcom, set his eyes on Vespera, a popular (at least, among the males) and elegant beta female. Voltcom just had to have her. He was charming and ne of the huskiest and muscled wolves in his clan. His challenge was answered by the beta male of the clan, Mortain. So it begin- the fight for the license to mate. They circled each other on the battleground. Many other wolves crowded around to watch and drew "wolf lots" to who would win. After many snarls, snaps and gnashes, both wolves were tired and their coats weren't as shiny as before. However, neither was going to back down, or so it seemed. Accidentally, Mortain tripped over one of those spectators' paw, gaining ground for Voltcom to finish Mortain. But after getting a huge lash from Voltcom, Mortain hurriedly wimpered and sped of (as fast as he could, which wasn't very fast as he was badly hurt [his pride more painful than his physical being]) away into the trees.
-The End...not-
-hoot hoot- An owl hooted in the pitch dark jungle. She could see a pack of wolves roaming the forest for food. In this pack, the leader was Voltcom, a smart and cunning alpha male. There wasn't any alpha female, not yet anyway. Somewhere in the shadows, the painful cry of a seriously injured moose calf caught his attention. Stealthily, Voltcom and his pack members trotted silently nearer and crouched down, patiently waiting. Their tongues stopped panting and each of them became alert, bright eyes gleaming in the night.
Shuffles were heard as the baby moose crawled through the undergrowth. Apparently, it had escaped a lion attack but was too weak to travel with the herd. Still, the hungry wolves waited for the leader's sign to attack. They all knew that this calf was too weak to escape though they just followed the usual: Crouch, wait, pounce, kill, eat. Voltcom's hackles rised -as a sign- and they all pounced, tearing and killing the calf easily. The cries of agony only lasted a few seconds. Then, only the sounds of satisfied licks were heard.
-passes a lot of chapters-
It was the mating season and each male had to fight for a female. Voltcom, set his eyes on Vespera, a popular (at least, among the males) and elegant beta female. Voltcom just had to have her. He was charming and ne of the huskiest and muscled wolves in his clan. His challenge was answered by the beta male of the clan, Mortain. So it begin- the fight for the license to mate. They circled each other on the battleground. Many other wolves crowded around to watch and drew "wolf lots" to who would win. After many snarls, snaps and gnashes, both wolves were tired and their coats weren't as shiny as before. However, neither was going to back down, or so it seemed. Accidentally, Mortain tripped over one of those spectators' paw, gaining ground for Voltcom to finish Mortain. But after getting a huge lash from Voltcom, Mortain hurriedly wimpered and sped of (as fast as he could, which wasn't very fast as he was badly hurt [his pride more painful than his physical being]) away into the trees.
-The End...not-
Welcome to Reflections Library
Hello there, I'll start posting my stories when I get time, possibly tomorrow. Thank you for your patience. I have written one story in my other blog and it is up for collaboration. Some of the stories I write only have a begining. Some are inspired and based on RPG games (which are inactive) but with permission as the RPG owners are my friends. I have a problem with titles and you probably could help (if you want to) when the story is up for collab.
Currently, I do have quite some prologues written in paper but now I do not have much time to post it yet. I shall later on. Maybe in the future, I will have a partner to run with me this Library. Hope you enjoy your um..."stay" isn't quite a suitable word is it? So, just don't steal and everything is (c) to me, Rene Yap. Okay, that's about it for now. Keep checking back. :D
My other site:
rlmi.blogspot.com
Currently, I do have quite some prologues written in paper but now I do not have much time to post it yet. I shall later on. Maybe in the future, I will have a partner to run with me this Library. Hope you enjoy your um..."stay" isn't quite a suitable word is it? So, just don't steal and everything is (c) to me, Rene Yap. Okay, that's about it for now. Keep checking back. :D
My other site:
rlmi.blogspot.com
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