Does this sound like a good story to you?
There are 4 people in my story: Rok, Lan, Cose, and Ekirts. They formed a gang called the Bloodreds, on account of the red hoods that signified that they were a member. The Bloodreds somehow went from sitting in the headquarters to stealing and killing. One day, Rok proposed a plan that would have the city that they lived in crash in on itself. Ekirts realized that millions would be killed, and stole away into the night. Now Ekirts is being hunted by The Bloodreds. You find out that all of The Bloodreds have powers. Rok can command lightning. Cose can mute anything he wishes, like footsteps or voices. Lan is telekinetic. Ekirts can plant fear in the minds of any living thing, driving them to insanity or death. It’s not long before Rok finds Ekirts, and they fight. In the end, Rok is defeated by his own bolt of lightning. Meanwhile, Cose and Lan are fighting each other because of a disagreement, suddenly they find themselves growing afraid. They realize Ekirts is causing this to happen. When Ekirts becomes visible, Lan and Cose are extremely fearful. Lan loses conciousness right on the spot, while Cose dives headfirst through a window. Ekirts realizes he will no longer be pursued and feels relaxed for the first time in a long time. Then he leaves the city, knowing it will always carry the memory. After he leaves, Lan wakes up and has no idea who she is. She finds a photo in her pocket of The Bloodreds. Realizing that Cose and Rok are dead, she sets out to find Ekirts, thinking he will restore the memories she had lost. As she leaves, rain soaks the red hood she left behind.
Will you write this story with me?
It is not for a project or anything…it was just in my head and i had to get it out…now i have nothing else…but it is a pretty good read…well i really have not checked it for anything…I just wrote it.
Any Day
The sun waits at the dawn of the day to shine bright for half the world to see.
The birds sing as it makes it way upward in the sky. The trees wave in the breeze as the sun makes its path past them. The sky turns from gray to bright orange and then to blue.
As the suns rays shine brighter and brighter the people start to wake up to start the day.
Going to work, going to play, or going to school, everyone is getting ready. All the cities, towns and country sides are getting ready for their visitors.
The houses come alive with activity. The streets begin to welcome each car aboard.
A baby is born, a person dies, the grass grows, a leaf falls, and a person falls in love while another falls out of love. The sun watches it all on its journey across the skies of America.
Back yards are filled with the excitement of kids playing, people sitting, and babies walking.
Beaches are filled with people of all sizes and colors with all the toys they like to play with packed in their beach bags or thrown over their shoulders.
The forest comes alive with all the animals running, jumping, swinging, swimming, climbing and falling.
A tree falls and a sprout shoots up from the ground as the leaves fall all over the ground.
The bugs find food in the ground; the larger animals hunt smaller animals and the ants build up their houses.
What is the story in Call of Duty: 4 Modern Warfare?
I’ve beaten the game countless times but never bothered paying too much attention to the story. I swear I killed Zakheav like 3 times in the story, 2 including on the sniper mission and at the end (when your in last stand on the bridge).
Please be specific and include character names for best answer (also, including the flashback in the story would help ^^)
Can anyone give me a poem that would go good with my story?
I need a poem to go with my story See-Through Secrets: Choosing between the two.
Summary
When a ghost hunting 15 year old girl enrolls in an all boys school because of the rumors of sitings happening there, she ends up meeting the only ghost in the world that still has a soul. Between hiding her true identity as a girl and battling the paranormal her schedule is basically booked.
Prologue
No it hasn’t been edited. Any poem ideas
See-Through Secrets Prologue
It’s funny how your life flashes before your eyes before you die. That’s what my life seemed to be doing.
I see a family sitting around an old splintery wooden table eating a meal of chicken and green beans. A little girl at her first birthday party. Two children running around a playground, playing a game of tag.
The same little girl at the age of seven laughing as she blew out the candles on her birthday cake. Her little brother and blood, so much blood.
A little girl turning ten. Her dad being towed away in a stretcher, dieing the day after. Her mom’s screams in the night. The same little girl with sadder eyes, and a darker smile discovering her abilities to see ghosts. Her new need to fight them, to destroy them.
At age fifteen, she watched her cousin run to save the one he loved while she cried for him to stay. She joined an all boys school, knowing that what she despised most lived within it. Dressed as a guy and fell in love with not only her room mate, but also the ghost who she had sworn to throw into the fiery pits of hell.
Benjamin moves closer as I fell out of the past, my past. He is moving toward me. Am I really going to die? That’s the question I seem to ask myself over and over. Is this ghost, no this person who has thoughts and feelings and emotions going to kill me? Will he kill Kamar also, or will he at least let the one I risked my life for keep living.
Benjamin moves like a drunken man, mad and insane. He looks as if a prison could not even hold him in. A prison couldn’t actually, he would move right through the walls leaving a trail of destruction behind him.
Kamar had his arms woven tightly around me as our death approaches us. He wasn’t going to let me go, let me die alone. He has plans to die with me. I know he does. He plans to go down fighting for me while we both die.
Benjamin has a drunken expression cross his face as he moves infront of us. He is holding an ax in his right hand, while clutching my picture in the other. He looks upon me, no he looks at Kamar as he thrusts the ax down upon us.
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Is this a good story for a non-fiction story?
Destiny’s Journey [rough draft]
Tuesday afternoon. Another day of watching The Steve Wilkos show, and Jerry Springer. I should try something new, but, today is just my normal routine of watching TV and going on my laptop to research about ghosts and being Goth. Yep, just normal. But, very boring.
Well, here’s a little something about me:
1. My name is Destiny Journey. I am 13 and I am in 8th grade.
2. I have one sister who is the popular one at school, and a brother who is a jock.
3. I am Goth, but a Vampire Goth. I dress in black and other dark colors like burgundy, dark purple, and others.
4. I hate people who make fun of me because I know I am psychic and I love ghosts. Not to mention cats.
5. My mom is divorced and my dad walked out on us when I was 5. My mom and I are not very close. She loves my sister Kathy, because Kathy is the popular cheerleader at school. She also loves Blake, my older brother because he is the star of his football team.
Kathy and Blake always pick on me for being what they call, a “loser”.
They just don’t understand that ghosts are very cool to talk to and to know how they feel about living things living in their house. Which I think is very awesome in a creepy way.
My mom and I were never close. I have a feeling that my mom is afraid of me. Right when I come back from school, I go straight upstairs into my room and talk to my “friends”. By friends I mean ghosts and my imaginary best friend, Hope. Hope has black hair, a pretty face, and always dark clothes. Basically like me. As for real friends, I have none. Everyone is freaked out by me, and I don’t know why. Now, it is time for dinner. All I have to do is go downstairs, say “Hi” to my mom and get my food and go upstairs before the commercials end. The food is Lasagna, which is my favorite, and with a side-dish of lima beans. Yum! Also, I have some Sprite to go along with it.
Now, I am finished with dinner and it is 8:30 PM. It is very dark outside, and my bed time is at 10:00 PM, so I think I will go to the neighborhood pond and do some searching of ghosts.
I think it’s going to be really fun.
As I go down the hallway, I try to do a little spying on my siblings. Kathy’s door is opened a little and Blake talks really loudly so it will be a piece of cake hearing him. I go near Kathy’s door, she’s talking on the phone. Probably with her best friend, Gina. As I listen more closely, I know it is Gina. They are talking about cheer-leading, and how they “need” to lose weight and other girly weird stuff.
Now, it is Blake’s turn to be spied on. He is talking on the phone to Brad, one of the football players. I couldn’t agree more that Brad is very cute and should I say, sexy. I use my psychic abilities on him. Like, when he comes over. I know the exact time when he comes, and it’s perfect so I can change my clothes and look my best. When he is over at my house, I wear girly stuff that is Kathy’s old clothes. He seems to like it by his thoughts. I always brush my teeth before he comes over, too. Smiling is a perfect way to win a really cute guy’s heart. Or, at least that’s what I think. I can sense that he is coming over in 30 minuets. I guess my plans of hunting ghosts are tarnished, only for today.
Actually, this is my Best Friends life.
Her name is Destiney Journey.
This is true. When she was depressed, she told me her whole life story, then I aksed her if i could write about it. I knwo it has mistakes because its the rough draft.
Is this a good non-fictional story? ROUGH DRAFT?
This happened to my best friend, Destiny Journey. There is more to come, if you want. I want opinons and everything. Even if you hate it as much as your grandma’s feet. When my best friend was depressed, she told me her WHOLE life story, detail by detail. Now, she is telling me details as i write this story. I just started it. here it is:
Destiny’s Journey [rough draft]
Tuesday afternoon. Another day of watching The Steve Wilkos show, and Jerry Springer. I should try something new, but, today is just my normal routine of watching TV and going on my laptop to research about ghosts and being Goth. Yep, just normal. But, very boring.
Well, here’s a little something about me:
1. My name is Destiny Journey. I am 13 and I am in 8th grade.
2. I have one sister who is the popular one at school, and a brother who is a jock.
3. I am Goth, but a Vampire Goth. I dress in black and other dark colors like burgundy, dark purple, and others.
4. I hate people who make fun of me because I know I am psychic and I love ghosts. Not to mention cats.
5. My mom is divorced and my dad walked out on us when I was 5. My mom and I are not very close. She loves my sister Kathy, because Kathy is the popular cheerleader at school. She also loves Blake, my older brother because he is the star of his football team.
Kathy and Blake always pick on me for being what they call, a “loser”.
They just don’t understand that ghosts are very cool to talk to and to know how they feel about living things living in their house. Which I think is very awesome in a creepy way.
My mom and I were never close. I have a feeling that my mom is afraid of me. Right when I come back from school, I go straight upstairs into my room and talk to my “friends”. By friends I mean ghosts and my imaginary best friend, Hope. Hope has black hair, a pretty face, and always dark clothes. Basically like me. As for real friends, I have none. Everyone is freaked out by me, and I don’t know why. Now, it is time for dinner. All I have to do is go downstairs, say “Hi” to my mom and get my food and go upstairs before the commercials end. The food is Lasagna, which is my favorite, and with a side-dish of lima beans. Yum! Also, I have some Sprite to go along with it.
Now, I am finished with dinner and it is 8:30 PM. It is very dark outside, and my bed time is at 10:00 PM, so I think I will go to the neighborhood pond and do some searching of ghosts.
I think it’s going to be really fun.
As I go down the hallway, I try to do a little spying on my siblings. Kathy’s door is opened a little and Blake talks really loudly so it will be a piece of cake hearing him. I go near Kathy’s door, she’s talking on the phone. Probably with her best friend, Gina. As I listen more closely, I know it is Gina. They are talking about cheer-leading, and how they “need” to lose weight and other girly weird stuff.
Now, it is Blake’s turn to be spied on. He is talking on the phone to Brad, one of the football players. I couldn’t agree more that Brad is very cute and should I say, sexy. I use my psychic abilities on him. Like, when he comes over. I know the exact time when he comes, and it’s perfect so I can change my clothes and look my best. When he is over at my house, I wear girly stuff that is Kathy’s old clothes. He seems to like it by his thoughts. I always brush my teeth before he comes over, too. Smiling is a perfect way to win a really cute guy’s heart. Or, at least that’s what I think. I can sense that he is coming over in 30 minuets. I guess my plans of hunting ghosts are tarnished, only for today.
Well, I will change the “im a goth.” to, ”I express myself in other ways than other people.”
What is the story about a man that literally gets hunted?
Recently, I’ve had memories of this story I read a long time ago. There was a man, and he showed up at some house or mansion or something, perhaps for a party? Or a game? Except the game was that HE was being hunted. Something off the wall like that, but very cool. Any suggestions would be helpful!
What do you think of this story?
A nineteen year old boy named Jamie Taylor is a professional free runner, who can do lots of acrobatic stunts that not many others can do. But when he is robbed by a mysterious man wearing a jumper that says TAC on it and chases after him, he doesn’t realize what he is getting himself into. After a huge fight, which is won by Jamie, the robber is arrested. Jamie if severely injured and taken to hospital. Then, after a nightmare, he wakes up in his hospital bed in the middle of the night, and looks out the window to see a gang of people, with guns, and a jumper with three letters on it. TAC. He realizes there is a bigger picture, and he may have just got involved with some sort of criminal organization, and they didn’t look too friendly. He tries to escape the hospital, but is chased by the TAC trio, and is cornered at the top of the roof, so he escapes by zip-wiring across the London skyline, over a telephone line. Then he crashes through a window into an office of a building. The men shoot at him and the guns penetrate the electrical equipment, such as computers, and starts a small fire, which grows bigger and bigger. They leave Jamie to die in the blaze, but he escapes just about with his life, avoiding many obstacles as he goes down the burning building.
I have not completed the story yet, but have done about 40 pages. I am planning to have action all the way through the story, with the organization hunting Jamie down, determined to kill him because he got one of their members locked up. There will be guns, action, car chases, and lots more. But I’m just not sure if it is a good idea for a story. I have done lots, but I need advice on this.
I’m only 12, but I have been writing stories since I can remember, and my dream is to become an author, writing my favourite genre of books – teenage fiction. I love spy stories like James Bond and Alex Rider, and I also like supernatural thrillers like Maximum Ride and Twilight. I love writing stories, but I’m simply wondering if this is a good one.
My first hunt story what do you think of it (I did not make it up)?
Alright I went huntingfor hog in north florida with a guide (which took me out for free) and we started at 5:30 am and the first spot we looked we saw nothing but when we were driving to the next spot there was a hog down the road about 250 yards and we eased up to it but it only allowed us to get within 60 yards (it was about 225 pounds) and I used a 12 guage shotgun with a 9 pellet buckshot, I hit it in the head with 6 out of 9 of the pellets (The guide told me to aim for the ear and hit it in the head because I wouldn’t have gotten a good lung shot) and it ran off so we waited an hour and then jumped a ditch and followed the scent for about 3 miles (everytime we would move it would move, it knew where we where but we didn’t know where it was and we didn’t find much blood along the trail) and then we saw its rear end running towards a house so we couldn’t follow it. And then at noon we went bowfishing for carp and catfish but didn’t get any good shots off and ended up with nothing.
And then we went back to hunting at 5:00 pm and went on till 9:00 pm and didn’t see any more hogs because the wind was not in our favor, but we knew there was a large hog near us which the guide said was about 400 pounds because of the smell and the huge footprints but we couldn’t find it in the really thick brush, and that is about it, is this considered a good ‘story’ for my first ever hunt? Even though I didn’t get the pork it was still really fun. And if you are wondering why I used a shotgun is because I was going to use a bow but was not comfortable with the 60 yard shot and the guide gave me the shotgun in which he brought as backup.
Does this short piece give off good vibes/energy? UNIQUE story about an older man who’s seen ghosts? HELP EDIT?
What should I take out, or change?? Please if you ADD anything into the story (by copy and pasting) then try to add parentheses so I can quickly tell what you changed. Tell me what you feel about this story =) Best answer ASAP =)
Hello I am Edmond Simmons, Paranormal Investigator for 73 years. I live a spiritual and often times unusual existence that is always filled with strange occurrences. Occurrences which have been intensely viewed by others throughout my entire life. I happen to enjoy sharing with people publicly my involvement in the Paranormal Field. It is a means of connecting with others so they know they’re not alone in having such experiences with paranormal activity.
As a child, presences would come to visit me in my bedroom, but to my vision only. The “portrait” of a spirit has been seen in so many ways. I remember sharing an experience with my father, early on at the age 8. I expressed with emotion the visions of what I had seen. My father got angry, told me to never speak of such nonsense, then pulled out a paddle from his closet shelf and did me in where the sun don‘t shine….I never again shared my experiences with anyone… until I got much older.
In time I became a unique expert. I had a crew of hunters, and reporters who were eager to document our every move. You wouldn’t believe how quickly news spread throughout the local communities.
Through time many people throughout the globe have been drawn to me seeking to enlist my assistance in exploring and seeking answers into the unknown. I have proceeded down my own path and have lived quite an amazing life working in a Paranormal Environment.
While living in Europe I was actively viewed by the public, as they were amazed at my astonishing work, and discovery into the unknown. My work has been published in three newspaper companies so I am proud to be recorded in History. My whole life I have aimed high. My mind has always rebelled against stagnation. It’s been a long road filled with many moments of intrigue and mystery which only seem to lead towards even more unanswered questions. Which represents only part of the allure which is investigating the paranormal.
I have devoted my entire life to this study. Unfortunately my failing body cannot keep up with my very young hearted and enthusiastic mind. After two hip replacements, my doctor advised me to move and leave everything behind, as he knew this passion of mine was nearly impossible to let go and with my hunts, dragging me down. I knew if I were really going to stop, I would need to move some place thousands of miles from here. Most Europeans would tell anyone that moving from Europe to the States is descending in class. Well they were all too yuppyish for me anyhow. I believe in comfort and class, and there is plenty of both in the United States. And I have to tell you how much I love it here. My broker did an excellent job in finding me a new place to call home. Never mind my Doc, but between me and you, I think the hunt will be more of an adventure out west.
I have a few stocks and that is what keeping me going. Unfortunately, when you ‘move on in life’ , you can’t take everything with you. I am an unmarried man with no children. I have always enjoyed it this way, although I have always loved the presence and scent of a woman.
