I sort of did this story last Future Week but I started in the middle so now I'm just starting over. And once you read the dialogue you'll realize why I started in the middle. Please enjoy the cheesy dialogue.
Todd draped himself upside down over the bed and stared blankly at the wall across from him. Nate sat right next to the bed with it supporting his back. And Kyle laid on the floor looking at the ceiling.
"I'm bored," Todd stated. The other two grunted their responses.
"I'm pretty sure Mr. Appleton's lecture wore me out," said Nate.
"Most pointless assembly ever," said Todd.
"'Qualities of Successful People' isn't a pointless subject," Kyle said looking up at Todd.
"It wasn't the subject, it Mr. Appleton. He has a way of making even the most successful students feel like they'll never amount to anything," Nate said.
"Who cares? I already know I'm going to be a famous football player," Todd said sitting up.
"I would really like to become a successful inventor," Kyle said.
"I'd . . . um . . . I don't know what I want to be," Nate said, "It does make me wonder if we will be successful, rich, and famous. I change my mind, that's what I want to be: successful, rich, and famous."
"That's some ambition," Todd sighed.
"We won't know until the time actually comes," Kyle said.
The boys nodded in agreement.
Thanks for visiting my blog! I created this blog to be able to put my story ideas down somewhere where I could share them with my friends and family. If you're here because I sent you here, thanks!!! I love it when people read my blog!
Some things you should know; I love writing but I'm just a novice which means I'm not that good. Also I'm really bad at updating, but I'm slightly better if I think someone's actually reading my blog. But the thing I'm worst at is finishing.
Thanks for reading anyway. Please leave comments. And if you want me to continue any story leave a comment or message me on Facebook or email me.
Thanks,
Ashley
Finished Stories: 1
Current Featured Story (the one I'm currently most focused on): Cassandra the All Knowing
Some things you should know; I love writing but I'm just a novice which means I'm not that good. Also I'm really bad at updating, but I'm slightly better if I think someone's actually reading my blog. But the thing I'm worst at is finishing.
Thanks for reading anyway. Please leave comments. And if you want me to continue any story leave a comment or message me on Facebook or email me.
Thanks,
Ashley
Finished Stories: 1
Current Featured Story (the one I'm currently most focused on): Cassandra the All Knowing
Oct 12, 2011
Oct 10, 2011
The Forgotten World Part 9
I thought it would be incredibly appropriate to start off with a new part of the Forgotten World since that one is an increasingly popular one. I'm afraid I won't be able to write much since I started so late in the evening thanks to the internet being down but I'll write a few paragraphs.
The Forgotten World Part 8
"It's all we have," said Zoe, "You get used to it."
Jacob looked at her and then at Rocky. "We can wait to eat until we get to the camp. My tribe has some fruit and vegetables that you can eat instead. But just as a small warning, you probably won't survive here without meat." He held out his hand to take the jerky back.
"I'll eat it," Zoe said. "It's much better then pottage and there's no animals on the surface so it's not like I have a connection to them. And after all I'm willing to try new things."
Jacob smiled at her.
"Zoe," Rocky complained. He looked at Jacob then whispered in Zoe's direction. "I admit that it's better then pottage but we're not savages, we're much more advanced then the people down here and we don't have to amount to their level."
"Rocky, just yesterday, you called me a savage. That word means nothing to me," she said biting back into the meat.
Rocky didn't say anything back and stared at the ground, the meat in his hand still. As they finished up and continued on their way, he still didn't say anything else.
Meanwhile Jacob introduced Zoe and Rocky to the local fauna and gave them more terms for things that surrounded them. Zoe would eagerly ask him questions and repeat what he said like an obedient student.
The Forgotten World Part 10
Index
The Forgotten World Part 8
"It's all we have," said Zoe, "You get used to it."
Jacob looked at her and then at Rocky. "We can wait to eat until we get to the camp. My tribe has some fruit and vegetables that you can eat instead. But just as a small warning, you probably won't survive here without meat." He held out his hand to take the jerky back.
"I'll eat it," Zoe said. "It's much better then pottage and there's no animals on the surface so it's not like I have a connection to them. And after all I'm willing to try new things."
Jacob smiled at her.
"Zoe," Rocky complained. He looked at Jacob then whispered in Zoe's direction. "I admit that it's better then pottage but we're not savages, we're much more advanced then the people down here and we don't have to amount to their level."
"Rocky, just yesterday, you called me a savage. That word means nothing to me," she said biting back into the meat.
Rocky didn't say anything back and stared at the ground, the meat in his hand still. As they finished up and continued on their way, he still didn't say anything else.
Meanwhile Jacob introduced Zoe and Rocky to the local fauna and gave them more terms for things that surrounded them. Zoe would eagerly ask him questions and repeat what he said like an obedient student.
The Forgotten World Part 10
Index
Future Week
I've officially changed the date of Future Week for two reasons, I think I missed it this year and I have no clue when it is. So from now until I decided that this whole week thing is too dumb an idea to carry on Future Week is Oct. 10-17. Which you can clearly see if you scroll to the very bottom of the page. I'm really excited for this and hope it's not a flop like most of my other writing goals are.
I'm also hoping to do a few more of these themed weeks. I really like the challenge. At the end of these weeks I'm also going to try to come up with a completely new idea. I've already came up with another one of these themed weeks and I hope that I can come up with a couple more.
Anyway, enjoy Future Week! And remember:
I'm also hoping to do a few more of these themed weeks. I really like the challenge. At the end of these weeks I'm also going to try to come up with a completely new idea. I've already came up with another one of these themed weeks and I hope that I can come up with a couple more.
Anyway, enjoy Future Week! And remember:
The distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.
~ Albert Einstein
Oct 2, 2011
Ice Cold Matilda
The Densons picked up their boxes and put them in the back of their truck as they once again left another house. Mrs. Denson's hobby was to buy a house, fix it up, and sell it and then do it again. Mr. Denson was supportive of his wife and could quite honestly work anywhere as long as he had access to the internet, a telephone, and an airport to his advantage. Their kids, Megan and Josh, didn't especially like always moving around and leaving their friends but they never really stayed anywhere long enough to become too attached.
Today they were heading to a large house in a small town. They had got for relatively cheap because of the age of the house and because it was a real fixer-upper. Mrs. Denson was thrilled.
When they entered the town they noticed that the houses weren't right next to each other like they were in the last place they'd been. They were separated from each other with farm land or forest between them. The further they went into the center of town, the closer the buildings came together.
Mr. and Mrs. Denson decided to stop at a small convenience store to pick up some groceries for the week.
"We're going to want to make sure that it's not perishable, since Julie said that the house doesn't have a fridge. Just an ice-box," Mrs. Denson said to Mr. Denson.
"I know, dear, you already told me," he said.
Josh followed his parents with his little sister on his side. Josh was 16 years old and Megan was 14. He was a quite taller then her and had dark brown hair. Megan's hair was a sandy blond, she wore braces on her teeth which she played with, with her tongue as her parents argued about what to get. Josh ignored them and instead pulled out the book he was reading out of his backpack and started to read.
After a lot of arguing and a little bit of time they eventually made their way to the register. The woman looked up at them with narrow eyes and said, "You're not from around here are you? Where are you heading?" She had dark gray hair and a scowl on her face that looked like if she tried smiling, she would fail.
"We're heading to the Dewdrop Manor just down the road from here, we just purchased it," Mrs. Denson said.
A loud silence hit as everyone looked at the Denson family.
"Did you say the Dewdrop Manor? Let me guess, you've never been there," the cashier said.
"No, we haven't. But my husband can read a map pretty well, so we'll be able to find it," Mrs. Denson said.
"How did you know?" Megan asked.
"Because if you had you wouldn't have bought it. That place is ice-cold thanks to the ghost," she said.
"Ghost?" Mr. Denson asked.
"The entire Manor is haunted. 16-year-old Matilda Marchbanks wandered through the cold winter night looking for a place to warm herself up when she found the Dewdrop Manor. She knocked on the door and asked to warm herself up and for whatever reason was turned away. Due the negligence of the couple in the manor she froze to death and died. She still haunts the Manor to this day making it as cold as the day she died," she said.
"That's nonsense. Every old house needs a ghost story, right? I don't believe a word of it. I don't believe in ghosts," Mrs. Denson said.
"Fine," the cashier said, "Believe what you want. You'll believe me though when you get to house.
Today they were heading to a large house in a small town. They had got for relatively cheap because of the age of the house and because it was a real fixer-upper. Mrs. Denson was thrilled.
When they entered the town they noticed that the houses weren't right next to each other like they were in the last place they'd been. They were separated from each other with farm land or forest between them. The further they went into the center of town, the closer the buildings came together.
Mr. and Mrs. Denson decided to stop at a small convenience store to pick up some groceries for the week.
"We're going to want to make sure that it's not perishable, since Julie said that the house doesn't have a fridge. Just an ice-box," Mrs. Denson said to Mr. Denson.
"I know, dear, you already told me," he said.
Josh followed his parents with his little sister on his side. Josh was 16 years old and Megan was 14. He was a quite taller then her and had dark brown hair. Megan's hair was a sandy blond, she wore braces on her teeth which she played with, with her tongue as her parents argued about what to get. Josh ignored them and instead pulled out the book he was reading out of his backpack and started to read.
After a lot of arguing and a little bit of time they eventually made their way to the register. The woman looked up at them with narrow eyes and said, "You're not from around here are you? Where are you heading?" She had dark gray hair and a scowl on her face that looked like if she tried smiling, she would fail.
"We're heading to the Dewdrop Manor just down the road from here, we just purchased it," Mrs. Denson said.
A loud silence hit as everyone looked at the Denson family.
"Did you say the Dewdrop Manor? Let me guess, you've never been there," the cashier said.
"No, we haven't. But my husband can read a map pretty well, so we'll be able to find it," Mrs. Denson said.
"How did you know?" Megan asked.
"Because if you had you wouldn't have bought it. That place is ice-cold thanks to the ghost," she said.
"Ghost?" Mr. Denson asked.
"The entire Manor is haunted. 16-year-old Matilda Marchbanks wandered through the cold winter night looking for a place to warm herself up when she found the Dewdrop Manor. She knocked on the door and asked to warm herself up and for whatever reason was turned away. Due the negligence of the couple in the manor she froze to death and died. She still haunts the Manor to this day making it as cold as the day she died," she said.
"That's nonsense. Every old house needs a ghost story, right? I don't believe a word of it. I don't believe in ghosts," Mrs. Denson said.
"Fine," the cashier said, "Believe what you want. You'll believe me though when you get to house.
Sep 4, 2011
The Forgotten World Part 8
The Forgotten World Part 7
The wandered for a while. Zoe was facinated by this world up close. She had seen a lot of it above the glass but it was much prettier up close. She liked the way that the trees would move when a wind passed making a pleasant sound. She liked the way the clouds moved and stayed and how they formed some sort of shapes. She liked how the colors complimented each other even though they were different. The birds and insects flew around her making beautiful music and fluttering away when they saw her. She was amazed by the concept of other life that not only wasn't human but seemed to know exactly what it was doing. Even the houses seemed more natural then the houses above them.
After they wandered silently for a few minutes Jacob finally turned to her and said, "I have to ask; what is is like up there on the glass world?"
"I don't really know what it's like down here so I can't really compare," she said. Right then she stepped on a small rock. She paused to try to get it off her foot by rubbing it on her other leg, then continued on her way.
"For instance do a lot of people not wear shoes?" he asked, then looking up, he added, "I guess you wouldn't really need them."
Zoe didn't answer. She just looked down at her bare feet.
"Everyone wears shoes, it's the only way to get around. Our shoes can lift us up and carry us up to 50 miles per hour, where as just walking would get you no where," Rocky said.
"Oh," Jacob looked at Zoe who had decided to look up and look straight ahead. He continued, "Okay, another question, are all the watches in your world the same? I couldn't help but notice that both of you were wearing the same one," Jacob said.
"Watches?" Rocky and Zoe asked at the same time. Zoe searched her memory to see if that word rang any bells but she was pretty sure that was the first time that she had heard that word.
"Yeah, the thing on your wrist," he said.
"Oh, our social pads," Zoe said.
"Social Pads? How do they work?"
She smiled at him and said, "I would show you but both of my hands are full right now."
"Here I can show him," Rocky said and with that he opened up his screen and showed him what it looked like. It was basically like a computer screen but using hologram technology it floated in the air with a press of a button. It had everything on it: games, the time, inventory, finances, chat, email, books, school-work, and a lot more.
"Woah, that's pretty cool, can you interact with it," Jacob asked.
"Sure," Rocky pressed a few buttons and eventually got to a chat screen. He scrolled down his list of friends and then turned it off. "I would probably go ahead and chat with someone but we get no service down here at all. Which is weird because we get service everywhere on the surface. Now I know why they even put a service bar on the screen."
"How did you avoid going up?" Zoe said looking right at Jacob.
"Well, when the world government got together and decided to create an entirely new community in the sky, a lot of people didn't want to go up," he said.
"Right, the anti-change rebels," Zoe said. "But the government forced everyone to go up, they searched for these rebels, they had trackers and everything, and by the time that they shut the last panel everyone was up there. They triple-checked."
"Except the trackers were made for the glass world. They only worked through openings and windows. That's why when people hid in caves or basements they were all found. Caves have an opening and basements normally have windows. But two families hid in an old shed that had no windows and the door touched the ground. When inside you were completely sealed in. No one ever found them. Those people are my ancestors and that's why we're here today," Jacob explained.
"Why would anyone ever want to live down here? I mean if we were still on the glass world, we would have been able to call an ambulance and I would be fixed already. Plus it's filthy down here," Rocky said.
"I do. I mean look at all this beauty that surrounds us," Zoe said.
Jacob looked at Zoe and then looked at Rocky. "Are you guys friends?" he asked.
"Not really," they said at the same time.
"Right," Jacob said. "You guys hungry, we could take a break and eat a little before we continue." Zoe and him put Rocky down and Jacob pulled out a bag. He searched through it. "I only have some jerky and it's a little bland. My mom never puts enough spices on it. I promise you the food at the tribe is much better, though probably not as good as what you have on the glass world."
He then proceeded to hand them the jerky. Zoe stared at it, without eating it. It didn't look edible. The only food they had on the surface was called pottage and it was just a cream colored semisolid liquid. Not only did the jerky look bad but when she looked at Jacob who was eating it, it looked tough to eat. It practically had to rip it off with his teeth.
She tried it though. She copied what Jacob was doing and pulled it with her teeth. She was amazed at how strong her teeth were, it took a little effort to rip it off but not enough that it was too hard. She chewed a little. It didn't taste or feel like pottage at all. It had much more flavor and it was much rougher on her tongue. It wasn't bad at all, it tasted much better then pottage.
After seeing Zoe take a bite, Rocky did as well. His reaction was very similar to Zoe's. "Hey, what is this?" Rocky asked.
"Deer," Jacob said.
"What?" Rocky and Zoe asked at the same time.
"The meat my mom used is deer," he said again. "It's not as good as beef but we had a lot more deer meat."
"Meat. That's just another word for a dead animal isn't it? You mean to tell me that I'm eating a dead animal?" Rocky asked. "That's so barbaric."
"You guys don't have meat on the glass world?" Jacob asked.
Zoe cringed. "No, not at all. We only have pottage," she said. "Which is just edible glass."
It was Jacob's turn to cringe. "That doesn't sound good at all."
The Forgotten World Part 9
Index
The wandered for a while. Zoe was facinated by this world up close. She had seen a lot of it above the glass but it was much prettier up close. She liked the way that the trees would move when a wind passed making a pleasant sound. She liked the way the clouds moved and stayed and how they formed some sort of shapes. She liked how the colors complimented each other even though they were different. The birds and insects flew around her making beautiful music and fluttering away when they saw her. She was amazed by the concept of other life that not only wasn't human but seemed to know exactly what it was doing. Even the houses seemed more natural then the houses above them.
After they wandered silently for a few minutes Jacob finally turned to her and said, "I have to ask; what is is like up there on the glass world?"
"I don't really know what it's like down here so I can't really compare," she said. Right then she stepped on a small rock. She paused to try to get it off her foot by rubbing it on her other leg, then continued on her way.
"For instance do a lot of people not wear shoes?" he asked, then looking up, he added, "I guess you wouldn't really need them."
Zoe didn't answer. She just looked down at her bare feet.
"Everyone wears shoes, it's the only way to get around. Our shoes can lift us up and carry us up to 50 miles per hour, where as just walking would get you no where," Rocky said.
"Oh," Jacob looked at Zoe who had decided to look up and look straight ahead. He continued, "Okay, another question, are all the watches in your world the same? I couldn't help but notice that both of you were wearing the same one," Jacob said.
"Watches?" Rocky and Zoe asked at the same time. Zoe searched her memory to see if that word rang any bells but she was pretty sure that was the first time that she had heard that word.
"Yeah, the thing on your wrist," he said.
"Oh, our social pads," Zoe said.
"Social Pads? How do they work?"
She smiled at him and said, "I would show you but both of my hands are full right now."
"Here I can show him," Rocky said and with that he opened up his screen and showed him what it looked like. It was basically like a computer screen but using hologram technology it floated in the air with a press of a button. It had everything on it: games, the time, inventory, finances, chat, email, books, school-work, and a lot more.
"Woah, that's pretty cool, can you interact with it," Jacob asked.
"Sure," Rocky pressed a few buttons and eventually got to a chat screen. He scrolled down his list of friends and then turned it off. "I would probably go ahead and chat with someone but we get no service down here at all. Which is weird because we get service everywhere on the surface. Now I know why they even put a service bar on the screen."
"How did you avoid going up?" Zoe said looking right at Jacob.
"Well, when the world government got together and decided to create an entirely new community in the sky, a lot of people didn't want to go up," he said.
"Right, the anti-change rebels," Zoe said. "But the government forced everyone to go up, they searched for these rebels, they had trackers and everything, and by the time that they shut the last panel everyone was up there. They triple-checked."
"Except the trackers were made for the glass world. They only worked through openings and windows. That's why when people hid in caves or basements they were all found. Caves have an opening and basements normally have windows. But two families hid in an old shed that had no windows and the door touched the ground. When inside you were completely sealed in. No one ever found them. Those people are my ancestors and that's why we're here today," Jacob explained.
"Why would anyone ever want to live down here? I mean if we were still on the glass world, we would have been able to call an ambulance and I would be fixed already. Plus it's filthy down here," Rocky said.
"I do. I mean look at all this beauty that surrounds us," Zoe said.
Jacob looked at Zoe and then looked at Rocky. "Are you guys friends?" he asked.
"Not really," they said at the same time.
"Right," Jacob said. "You guys hungry, we could take a break and eat a little before we continue." Zoe and him put Rocky down and Jacob pulled out a bag. He searched through it. "I only have some jerky and it's a little bland. My mom never puts enough spices on it. I promise you the food at the tribe is much better, though probably not as good as what you have on the glass world."
He then proceeded to hand them the jerky. Zoe stared at it, without eating it. It didn't look edible. The only food they had on the surface was called pottage and it was just a cream colored semisolid liquid. Not only did the jerky look bad but when she looked at Jacob who was eating it, it looked tough to eat. It practically had to rip it off with his teeth.
She tried it though. She copied what Jacob was doing and pulled it with her teeth. She was amazed at how strong her teeth were, it took a little effort to rip it off but not enough that it was too hard. She chewed a little. It didn't taste or feel like pottage at all. It had much more flavor and it was much rougher on her tongue. It wasn't bad at all, it tasted much better then pottage.
After seeing Zoe take a bite, Rocky did as well. His reaction was very similar to Zoe's. "Hey, what is this?" Rocky asked.
"Deer," Jacob said.
"What?" Rocky and Zoe asked at the same time.
"The meat my mom used is deer," he said again. "It's not as good as beef but we had a lot more deer meat."
"Meat. That's just another word for a dead animal isn't it? You mean to tell me that I'm eating a dead animal?" Rocky asked. "That's so barbaric."
"You guys don't have meat on the glass world?" Jacob asked.
Zoe cringed. "No, not at all. We only have pottage," she said. "Which is just edible glass."
It was Jacob's turn to cringe. "That doesn't sound good at all."
The Forgotten World Part 9
Index
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