Writing Exercises!

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The beginning.

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Done.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Done with the essay?

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Yes.

[ParallelanPrincess]

Ok, so I wrote this a LONG, LONG TIME AGO....It's one of my first completed works, and I might rewrite it soon.

GOP_Miracles_Personal_Proj.doc

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 I'll give it a look-see.

[ParallelanPrincess]

Tainted.doc

Sarah Merine's Tainted aka The Hideous Progeny Rough Draft without Annotations.

Guys, don't touch this okay? I just needed somewhere to store this so I have a URL. No peeking.

[ParallelanPrincess]

The trees only flourish in the white soil of the hills. The white soil is used in a variety of medicines. There are small patches of quicksand dotted throughout the hills. Cherry Bleaters enjoy grazing there. Many farms are located at the foot of the hills.

Montague Mountains: Four mountains. At the top of each mountain it is a different time of day and season. Tribes of Seasonal Sprites live here.
• Solay: Summer and Morning
• Lonah: Winter and Night
• Mahtan: Spring and Dawn
• Nohwa: Fall and Dusk

Bleater Fields: Native habitat of Cherry Bleaters and Choco-Bats. The Bleaters live in the fields and the bats live in the trees. Poaching is prohibited.

Beaches:
• Bocha Flison: North Beach.
• Mocha Darla: South Beach
• Amisia: West Beach
• Priso: East Beach

[ParallelanPrincess]

Land Features

Glacial Caves: Located in the extreme south of the island. Large caves carved into the Montague Mountains. Home of Ice Faye. Always covered in snow regardless of season. Temperatures remain below freezing. Parallelan Name: Glashiall Cahvah

Rivers of Light: Rihvee’era Dah Loomah. System of rivers that flow through all parts of Parallela. They originate from an unknown source as they all intersect in various points.
• River of Red: Rueja
• River of Blue: Indija
• River of Green: Vertigo
• River of Gold: Mahnzahara

Hills of Plenty: Bohntis Plashah. A series of hill in Western Parallela where a majority of fruit bearing trees grow. The trees only flourish in the white soil of the hills. The white soil is used in a variety of medicines. There are small patches of quicksand dotted throughout the hills. Cherry Bleaters enjoy grazing there. Many farms are located at the foot of the hills.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 Verri dach nicein, ja familina. I like it, so far.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 Oh, my crap.

I just had an awesome idea. I know it'd require a heck of a lot of research, and I wonder if it's already been done, but this idea is simply too awesome if I could do it, and would be the first to do so. Dang.

And I just might require a history major's help to do it.

 Oh, Savior...

[Zaleramancer]

Which area?

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 Some famous folks.

Specifically, the geniuses of the 20th century. Tesla, Einstein and others of that caliber.

I probably wouldn't have nearly the scientific and historic dedication to pull it off, but if I do, I think it'd be an awesome work of fiction. Not just a historical documentary, but historical fiction, in which Nikola Tesla isn't cheated by Thomas Edison out of his inventions, doesn't lose the surplus of inventive scientific genius he amassed over the years to that accursed fire, and is joined by a group of other awesome genius minds as a sort of clandestine intellectual Illuminati (minus the evil), after his various inventions help to make the world a drastically better place.

The world seems like an utter utopia, complete with all manner of scientific marvels and wonders, but beneath the facade, something (as always) goes horribly awry. The schematics and formulas for among Tesla's most deadly theories are stolen, and they must be recovered, before implemented to lay utter waste to the civilized world.

[ParallelanPrincess]

OK first this is awesome.

Second, I have a plot bunny. I never made an 'origin' for my Miss Librarian persona,so I;m thinking of devising a little something. A story about a kind librarian name Biblise Litarus and a lovestruck patron named Roger Gramatini.

Inspired by these pics.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

If I had Photoshop, I'd help you make it into a webcomic...  

[ParallelanPrincess]

Write for at least 2 minutes about a search, a dog, and a fortune teller.

If there's one thing I can't stand, it's when a book goes missing. I don't mean the regular 'I can't remember where I put it missing'. I don't mean the 'It should be right here but it's not' missing. I'm talking about 'disappeared from this plane of existence' missing.

The Sacred Book of Fates (Volume 3, Second Printing, Published by Bannaker Bros. United. Copyright 621 AD) had vanished from This Realm. As a Librarian (and a Knight of Literacy and a Protector of the Sacred Tombs) it was moral duty to track down the book and return it to its rightful place. If the book had been stolen it was also my duty to Fine the culprit.

"Biblise, are you sure about this?" Roger asked.

It was not my duty to waste time talking to Roger when I could have been finding the Book., Roger Grammartini, my most loyal patron and frequent source of agitation was questioning my abilities.

I did not take kindly to that. However, a Librarian must always be calm and posed.

"Mr. Grammartini, I assure that I am more than capable of traveling to Nether Realm." I said evenly.

Roger grimaced at the use of his surname but professionalism dictated that I never refer to him as Roger. Also, he might take that as I sign that I liked him and that would only encourage more aggravation. Unfortunately, patrons were allowed to called Librarians by their first name or by title. I would have preferred being called Miss Librarian.

"I know, I know. Biblise, you are the most badass and attractive bibliophile I ever met. I know that asses will be kicked and names will be taken. I'm just saying if you leave, you'll have to close the library for a few days. Last time you did that Prince Charming got loose and start ransacking shoe stores," Roger said.

Ugh. The Prince Charming incident had nearly gotten me fired. The fairytale section always acted up whenever the was a full moon. If it weren't for the moon's magic properties (and that fact that the certain parts of the library had a skylight made of elf glass), I wouldn't spend one week of each month chasing princesses and fairy godmothers.

Being the only Librarian in the region had its perks, but more often then not it made my job more stressful. I really had to hire someone to help out with this place. I also have to ask for my budget to be raised to afford help. That'll be fun, convincing the Board of Directors for more money...

"Mr. Grammartini, I am fully aware of what disruptions my absence may cause. However, I can not neglect my duties. In the wrong hands that book could unravel the universe itself. I must find it. No matter the cost." I said as I began turning off the lights.

"The Library will reopen as soon as I return. I ask that you leave....Have a nice day, Mr. Grammartini." I said

"Ok, but if you ever need help I'm just a phone call away," Roger responded.

"I don't have your phone number."

"I wrote it in the last book I returned."

" Five Ways to A Woman's Heart ?"

"Yes, ma'am. It's written on page 69."

"...Get out, Mr. Grammartini."

[ParallelanPrincess]

I had successfully recovered the Book from the Nether Realm. Victory came at a price. My arm got broken in a four way magic duel between myself and the Three Daughters of Chronos.

The Daughters were a group of very powerful, very insane witches that claimed to be demigoddesses. They had a habit of fighting three to one. Most of their adversaries are quickly defeated in the most humiliating way possible. Luckily, I was able to send the Daughters home crying for their alleged father before I broke anything else. The book was still intact and aside from a few black smudges on the spine it was in pristine condition.
       
My trip had lasted 5 days in the Nether Realm. Traveling through the Nine Realms (This, Nether, Varitas, etc.) by any means always causes a slight rift in the space time continuum. Five days in Nether could easily translated into 5 years in This. The last time I returned from Celadonisha, I had missed Christmas and Valentine’s Day was two weeks away.  That year, Roger gave me chocolates and a scarf for a present. I gave him a book cover. It was a souvenir from Varitas.

Anyway, when I returned only a week had passed which wasn’t as bad as it could have been.  The Library had managed to not self-destruct or be ransacked so I considered that another small victory. As I walked up the steps (and thanked the gods my leg wasn’t broken) I found Roger waiting by the Library doors.

“Biblise! Ah man, I was getting worr- What happened to your arm? Do you need me to carry that for you?”
Roger didn’t give me time to answer. He reached for the book. He grabbed it with both hands.

“I’ll carry- MOTHER OF ATHENA! IT BURNS!”
Roger dropped the book. His palms were reddened and appeared blistered.  How did that happened? Oh gods, the book was cursed.
“Roger, are you alright? Let me see your hands. “ I grabbed his wrists with the arm that wasn’t in a sling.

He had mild first degree burns.  Any dime store healing salve would be able to treat his skin. A little ice and a bandage wouldn’t hurt either.
“I’m alright. It just stings a little. What about you? You broke your arm,” Roger said.

“It comes with the job. I heal fast.” I said dismissively.

 “Come inside. I’ll give you something for your hands.” I said reaching into my pocket to retrieve the key to the Library. I unlocked the doors and ushered Roger in. Then, I grabbed the book of the ground, dusted it off, and entered my home/work place.
        I didn’t know why the book didn’t scorch my hands. I did know the Daughters of Chronos were going to get their rematch. Break my arm?  Shame on you.  Harm my patrons?  It’s on.

I placed the book on the service desk and relocked the Library doors. I wouldn’t be open until my arm healed.

“Hey, Biblise.” Roger called from the nonfiction section.

“Yes, Roger?”

“You called me Roger. And you kinda held my hands.”

“…That I did, Mr. Grammartini.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 Oh, dear...with all the rather interesting events of today, I had a very naughty idea for a story...

When I've fleshed it out, I'll probably post it here.

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 Hey, Zale, could you check something for me, when you get the chance? I'd like to confirm the existence, or nonexistence of a certain trope. If it doesn't exist, I'd like to add it.

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It would have been nice if you said which trope.