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Well, there’s nothing new under the sun!
That’s certainly true!
My place beside you, My blood for yours, Till the Green Ember rises, Or the end of the world!
*sniggers from back seat of pickup truck*
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This….barely counts as the story of a scar, or a short story. LOL.
I had a much better one in mind
but just didn’t have the drive to write it.So I pulled out a scene I had written for practice and added some extras to it, polished it down, etc.So instead of a clear, nicely written short story, you get three pages of Sniper and Medic freaking out at each other, that seems like it was yoinked from some fanfic of mine but isn’t cause it’s just one solitary scene I expanded.
I also didn’t include Sniper’s Australian accent except when he’s actually talking as opposed to narrating, and ditched typing out Medic’s German accent entirely cause autocorrect hates me when I do that. (I normally phonetically type accents/voice impediments/anything that changes how a character talks)
so anyway here’s mine
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
Ah, I understand. I mostly wrote MG now, but there was a time I stepped back, looked at my writing, and was just like “Teens won’t read whatever this is, but is sure can’t be for kids.”
But then learned a few things and grew a little more, and you know what? It’s okay. Kids live in a dark world too. It’s a matter of perspective. Their perspective.
Look out. I’m a mildly passionate children’s writer, and I’m always ready to recruit a few more. 😉
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkI also have the drawing I based the original scene off of if anyone wants to see it.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
Oooo, sure!
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the Gorkhere you go!
my charries confronting each other on top of a train. Inspired by the hurricane that hit Florida last month; the wind sounds reminded me of what it would be like standing on top of a fast moving vehicle such as a train, so I drew this. Then I wrote a scene for why they were confronting each other, and then I revised it a little for this competition. Which I’m pretty sure I’ll be disqualified from, but hey, the story was fun to work on.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
Woah. I just read your story. I can see many people saying it’s gross…but it’s kind of intriguing. (I have a fascination for popping abscesses and pussy things like that.) Most people wouldn’t anthropomorphize pus.
Your writing style reminds me of my brother’s. Must be a boy thing!
If you aren’t able to request access to my story, I can just post it here. Would that work?
My place beside you, My blood for yours, Till the Green Ember rises, Or the end of the world!
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Sorry, I should have posted this earlier, I forgot.
The formatting is bad but it better on my docs I promise
Once, there was a boy named Tim who was nine years of age. Tim was a good lad, always kind, and observant as well. Tim lived in a small cottage in the woods. With his family lived his grandparents. Now, Tim had noticed, since he is very observant, his grandfather had a large scar index finger on his left hand. Not only that, the finger didn’t seem to work, it just was there being useless. And Tim, ever since he noticed that only his grandfather had a scar on their left index finger, he wondered how he got the scar.
“Gramps? How did you get your scar?”
“Eh? Oh, I’ll tell ya, come here little Tim.” Gramps patted on his lap, signaling to Tim that he should come sit on his lap. Tim came to Gramps and sat down on his lap. “Now, the first time I went to the bar I went with some buddies of mine. We were having a good time, none of us got drunk though, don’t ever get drunk.” He was shaking his finger to warn Tim. “Now we were about to leave when this group of drunks came up and started making insults at them. Now my buddies and I took them pretty well, but then some bozo from that group broke a bottle over one of my buddies’ heads. And I said, ‘Alright, that’s it.’ And then there was a big brawl. I managed to knock in a good blow on the guy who hit my friend. The fight went on for about twenty minutes, it really only stopped because the cops showed up. The cops and the manager of the bar understood that it was their fault and not ours, so they let us go. And we did manage to put all the guys who were harassing us into the hospital. Ah, to be young again.”
“Oh, so that’s how you got your scar?”
“What? Oh, my scar I got when I was in the army.”
“Wow, was it when you were fighting bad guys?”
“Oh, no, let me show you.” With that they both got up and went outside. Gramps got a big log and set it down on the ground in front of a stool. He then sat on the stool and got out his pocket knife. “Now, don’t be doing this until you’re eighteen, okay.” Tim nodded. Gramps put his left hand down on the log and spread his fingers out, though his index couldn’t move well because of his injury. Then he proceeded with his knife to stab the wood in between his fingers. He started slow, but then he picked up the pace. Tim watched with awe. He never saw his grandpa do something so fast in his life.
Gramps looked up at him, still doing the dangerous skill that he was performing. “This is what you don’t do, ‘cause if you do, you ma-”
At that moment, the knife went into Gramp’s middle finger.
The End
I go by many names, Andrew, Andy, Mandrew, but you may call me... BATMAN!!!
Awesome. I like their tails in the wind.
Yeah, I had thought of a general short story to do, but it didn’t happen. Maybe I’ll stick it here later, maybe I’ll just let it grow moss in the back of my mind until it ends up in some WIP quite by accident.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkThat sounds like a lot of fun! It’s a theme both Middle Grade and YA could need, so you can absolutely write it for both. I’m technically a young adult and I like animal stories.
And yes, Yigal was military. There’s a lot of flower/name symbolism in the story… did you catch it?
In the words of Calvin, that was STUPENDOUS. I laughed. I cringed. I laughed again.
Unfortunately, I have a head cold/mystery cough, so just about the time Squidgy was running around everywhere, I was choking on slime. Not your fault, but I sympathized with Sarah.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Oh my gosh. I’m sure Tim never did that. At least, I hope he wouldn’t. His poor grandfather. So, what that how he got his scar? Or was it really in the war?
My place beside you, My blood for yours, Till the Green Ember rises, Or the end of the world!
Look out. I’m a mildly passionate children’s writer, and I’m always ready to recruit a few more. 😉
What do you mean??
My place beside you, My blood for yours, Till the Green Ember rises, Or the end of the world!
And yes, Yigal was military. There’s a lot of flower/name symbolism in the story… did you catch it?
Yes, I did catch it…but I didn’t know that it was related to the military. Guess I learned something new.
My place beside you, My blood for yours, Till the Green Ember rises, Or the end of the world!
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