Thursday, August 11, 2005

hows it going everyone?!
hey another post so just listen, im running out of things to talk about so i guess most of it will just be the story, well heres some more, page 2 of ch. 1!


“Ok,” said the little girl as she crawled into his arms.

Then he stood up and ran to the exit of which he knew but the ceiling had collapsed there, so he went back in the bathroom and thought. Then he felt I slight breeze on his back. He looked behind him and saw a small hole in the wall, but the wall was on fire.

“Should I go back and try to get past the fallen debris?” he thought to himself.

The little girl coughed, he looked over his shoulder at the girls face and her eyes were shut. Time was running out and he knew it. He took off what was left of his shirt rapped it around the little girl and ran through the burning wall with all that he had. When he had broken out of the wall he could feel his skin burning all over. He had come from the back of the house and as he was walking away, he heard the house come crashing down behind him. He rushed around the front of the house to where everyone was standing and he gave the little girl to the mother, the he fell to the ground, unconscious.

He woke up in a comfortable bed with the morning light shining on his face.

“Guess I passed out.”

“Oh, you’re finally awake I was beginning to get worried, you have been in bed for three days.”

“Three days?!”

“Yes. Thank you for saving my daughter, Nona. I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost her. I bought you some new clothes, and changed you if you don’t mind. It’s the least I could do for you for saving my daughter. Oh the mayor would like to see you at ten o’clock this morning,
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Wednesday, August 10, 2005

another day, another post
hey everyone! another day, another post, so so far have you enjoyed the starting paragraphs to my story, i figured out how i am going to post it, one page every day, or i will try to, but that is how it will work, ok so heres the page for the day!!!


Chapter One
The famous Hero
“FIRE!!!!” the villager screamed as he panicked down the main road of the village.

The word spread quickly throughout the small town. People rushed to the stream to get water for the fire and passed it on until it was to the fire; but by the time the bucket got there, there was almost no water left.

“Someone help my baby is trapped inside!!” said a crying, young mother. “Please someone has to help me!”

None of the villagers were brave enough to go, but one boy who lived on his own went in to the burning building with much confidence. As soon as he had entered the burning building he could feel the intense heat on his skin, he knew he had to move quickly.

“Where are you?”

He could barely hear the sound of a helpless little cry, over the loud sound of the flames. He ran toward the sound as best he could. When he came to the entrance of a room the door was on fire. He knew he had to think fast, for his clothes were starting to burn and he was beginning to get dizzy. “What am I thinking I need to get low, out of the smoke.” He kicked the door down and got to his hands and knees, and crawled into the room. “Where are you?” He waited for an answer… There wasn’t any, so he crawled into the bathroom that was nearby and searched for the girl, he looked in the bathtub, in the cabinets. Then he heard a faint moan, he looked to the sink. He could hear more and more things collapsing from every direction. He opened the door that had a cabinet under the sink and there he found a little girl crying and burnt. “Come on lets get out of here.”

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Tuesday, August 9, 2005

second day!
well second day of school and it was ok, well i guess your waiting for more of the story so here you go, please contact me if you have any questions or anything


History
A boy was born in a small cottage on the outskirts of a large city. He and his family lived happily for a couple years. When the boy was about three a younger brother came into the picture. And for one more year the family lived happily. But one evening when the boy went out to play in the forest behind the house, something that he was not yet aware of was beginning to happen. He looked in the back window and saw shadows upon the wall, there were weapons in the shadows. He looked at the shadow more carefully; the figures were somewhat tall and had pointy ears. The boy ran in fright to the forest behind the cottage, there he stayed for the night. The next morning he when he awoke he remembered what had happened. And in spite of all the fear in the little ones mind he ran back to his house. When he arrived he was glad that the house was still standing. He ran in the back door, everything was broken. He searched the house for any surviving family members. He found his mother, but she had not survived. Her clothes were Torn and stained in blood. Her skin was sliced and cut. But the worse part of it was her face. Her eyes were still open and it gave a horrified look. The blood dripping down her arm was a reminder of how crude the world can be.

From that moment on the boy's life was changed, an anger sprouted in him that had not been there before. But one thing that kept the anger from exploding was the love he had for his family. And the kind boy he was, but the anger inside him was unstoppable, over time it would consume him. The boy took refuge in the city living as a street rat. Occasionally people would offer to adopt him, but for some reason he refused. As he got older he went out to the fields and wrestled pigs to gain strength, and practiced running, agility, strength, anything he could. Using only the supplies Mother Nature had to offer. Once he had gained enough courage he slowly began doing good deeds. Helping people with crops, getting cats out of high trees, and finally he began to save people. This was the boy's life.

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Monday, August 8, 2005

my story
ok some of you have told me your opinion in my story, starting today i will try to put a portion of my story on my site everyday, if you do not want to wait i can send you the whole thing just contact me at light2dark4ever@aol.com, but realize it is not finished, but i do have alot.
also i realize this story is not perfect and i wish to make it better and i can do that with your help, that is partially why i am posting it, someday i hope to publish it, if it is good enough and i want you to tell me your opinion, ok it will only be a small portion everyday so do not expect alot. but dont forget if you want more faster contact me
thank you
adam
ps and the stories name has something to do with the story, ok i guess i can explain it. Hate is spawned from hate, nothing more. and everytime something is killed in hate in this world a demon is born from the dead body, so the "goodguys" will have to learn to kill to protect, or anything else, except hate. enjoy!
Hate

Prologue
The prophecy must be fulfilled. The war between the races must come to an end. One person must do this with the demonic sword that can end all life. The courage in this person must be strong, strong enough to stand up to many. The fate of this world is in the hands of a teenage boy. A boy who lives in the last peaceful place on this earth; the small, neutral country of Keel. The most advanced country on the planet.

“To make history, scars must be made, and hardships, overcome.

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Sunday, August 7, 2005

One more day
Well its Sunday and tommorow is school, oh boy (unenthusuastically)... well you know, cant do anything about it so it just happens, but i get to meet new people and a big school, so wish me luck. Oh and for those of you that have requests, pm them to me, dont put them in the pics. Oh ya i am writing a story so if you want to read it i will start posting it or whatever.
thanks
Adam K

"To make history, scars must be made."
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Saturday, August 6, 2005

This is my first entry
Ok this is my first time doing this so if its just a little wierd, try to bear with me. To tell you a little bit about me now, I just moved from the small town of Del Rio (due west of San Antonio) up to Fort Worth. I am very new her so I dont have any friends. But I love to draw and I want to show people my talents.
Thanks everyone!
Adam k
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