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JUST2BEAST4U

JUST2BEAST4U

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Nickname (A name that would be shown in the member’s list): Psych
Time Zone: Dunno
Is English your first language (this will not lead to a more generous mark scheme, if you indicated otherwise): Yes
A story that demonstrates the best of your talent: Assassin
Number of story posts on the said story above (Must be more than 15): More than 15
The QFC of your story:49-50-631-58628009
Your specialties (Genre wise): Fantasy
Additional information about yourself (Things I should know about you): I love to read and write, I own the IWP (Infinite Writers Program), Assassin isn't my best work its just the one with over 15 posts(No one ever reads my stories). I am a member of the Novelists guild.
I DO want my entry and its complementary review to be archived in The Library.

02-May-2010 12:55:48

JUST2BEAST4U

JUST2BEAST4U

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The voyage:

The night sky was a peculiar shade of crimson reflecting off the cold unforgiving sea. I did not know what it had in store for me nor what grief it had brought to many others. It was time though, for the boat on which I rode to take off toward the unending blue. If I were to have died here my heart would have remained at rest to what I thought to be the cool sound of a soothing ocean. But no, I was going out to see on a trip from which I would not return. I walked slowly as my leather boots made the wooden dock creak. My long black hair waving through the cool sea breeze. My amulet illuminated by the light of the sun. The amulet was a gift from my mother when I went off to adventure the lands of runescape. I reached the gangplank and walked across. The voyage was to take us across to the land of the fauns. We would never make it there though. I have never been on a boat before so as soon as the boat was underway floating across the sea, I was over the bow throwing up. The sky turned pitch black soon after we departed. I went to my room that smelled as if something had crawled up in and died. I was alone in this room. There were no beds, no sinks just a floor and a roof. Then I heard thunder and the boat was rocking relentlessly. There were screams above deck. There was a crash and I could hear water rushing into the boat. Then water started to fill my room. I ran to my door. I ran up to bow falling many a times on my way. The sea did not give up I jumped overboard, folding fast to my amulet, away from the sinking boat and was swallowed whole by the deadly unforgiving killer known as the sea.
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The end

02-May-2010 12:56:51

G Shamshir

G Shamshir

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Nickname (A name that would be shown in the member’s list): G.Sham
Time Zone: U.S. Eastern
Is English your first language (this will not lead to a more generous mark scheme, if you indicated otherwise): Yes
A story that demonstrates the best of your talent:-~ A Traveler's Requiem~-
Number of story posts on the said story above (Must be more than 15): About 16-17 (if you count the introduction)
The QFC of your story: 49-50-590-60887499
Your specialties (Genre wise): Suspense, action/adventure, drama, and a sort of mix of a lot of genres.
Additional information about yourself (Things I should know about you): I'm just starting out posting stories on the RuneScape forums but I've writen a few stories before, one that was on here was for the AOG contest, it's gone now, it was called "A Zamorakian Redemption" and was about a human fighting as a general for Zamorak who eventualy has a change of heart and helps a man, who was once his prisoner, calling himself the Son of Guthix to escape and end the God Wars. The main theme was "What are you fighting for?" Thats what the green robed Son of Guthix asked our conflicted hero in the begining; when he was fed up with sleepless nights and finaly rescued the man, the man asked, "Have you found your answer?", the nameless main character replied, "I have, I don't know what I was fighting for, but now, peace will do." I thought that would give you some idea of my style but I'm a big fan of first person naration, stream of con*iousness writing, and getting the reader to interpret certain parts for themselves. Coincidentaly, I am allso a big fan of the Nobel Prize winning author William Faulkner and, much like him, I can be prone to run-on sentances but the plot's quality usualy makes up for it.
I DO want my entry and its complementary review to be archived in The Library.

20-May-2010 03:23:50 - Last edited on 20-May-2010 03:41:44 by G Shamshir

G Shamshir

G Shamshir

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~As One Life Ends~
Save for the glow of a full moon the streets of Dresden were unusualy dark that night, as though the city itself could taste blood in the air and had somehow shrunk back out of fear. As I looked down the lonely sidewalk, I could see, by the sporatic glow of a flickering streetlight, three male figures dressed in long brown overcoats. I vaguely recognized the first two as my former coworkers and friends Johan and Strieber. "Why the hell did they have to take this assighnment.", I angrily said to myself, as my gaze shifted to the third man. He had a bent and half ruined cigaret in his mouth and was fumbling with his lighter like it was some kind of puzzle box, this and the fact that he was being acompanied by someone as experienced as Johan told me he was an amature. I saw Strieber look down at his watch and I did the same; 11:50, it read. I didn't have much time but neither did they. Johan, Strieber, and the amature began walking down the sidewalk, away from me and toward the train station two blocks away.
As my quivering right hand closed around the semi-automatic 9mm tucked inside my waistband, one thousand pictures raced through my head, images, memories, and ideas, all of them bombarding me, filling me with nauseous anxiety but then, through the jumbled mess of half formed thoughts, came one clear name, "Elizabeth." Then that was it, she was counting on me and I couldn't let her down, not like all the others, not again. "For Elizabeth", I whispered under my breath as my, now steady, hand pulled forward infront of my body, my left rising to meet it, and my feet spreading to shoulder length. I silently took aim at the three criminals and centered on Strieber, who was standing the farthest to the right with Johan and the amature to his left. My first round peirced the back of Strieber's head and just as Johan instinctively drew and faced me, my second round passed between his eyes. This left only the amature, who I shot in the right leg.

20-May-2010 04:33:43

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