ATTENTION ALL WRITERS! C'MON!!!

[TechnoCat]

Cluck, just because no one says anything doesn't mean they don't like it. If you keep asking for attention to your story most likely people will just think you want attention. I'm speaking from personal experiences as a young child. You're not the only one; I myself did it when I was younger.

Anyway, it's a very interesting story line. More descriptions of the characters and surroundings would also spike a reader's interest.

 

[miss heny]

i myself is PM a story to some one who seems to like it, maybe find a few people like that?

 

[Chicks Galore3]

Sammy flipped aboard Mountian Majesty on a sunny winter day. She clicked her tongue and Majesty set off at a brisk walk. A short time later they entered the woods, it’s bare limbs standing out against the bright blue sky. Majesty tossed her head in happiness. Sammy laughed and let her out into a canter when they reached the meadow. The wind in her hair, the sun on her face, and her horse beneath her, nothing could ruin this day. Or so she thought. A scream like that of a woman pierced the air. Sammy reigned Majesty in. Her horse, just a moment ago frisky and pleasant, was now fidgety and frightened. One thought crossed Sammy’s mind- Mountian lion! “Woah girl, easy.” She tried to comfort her horse. Majesty would have nothing to do with it. She started bucking, as if Sammy was the beast that had scared her. Sammy stayed firmly in her seat, bucking being in her normal stunt routine. “It’s ok! Easy.” She crooned. Majesty stopped bucking, realizing it was just Sammy on her back. She pranced in place. Then suddenly, she was stood stock still, nostrils flaring. Sammy almost didn’t dare look where her horse was looking- sure it was the mountain lion. It was. It screamed and pounced at the horse and rider. Majesty turned on her heels and took off for home. Sammy had lost all control. “Easy! Majesty! Woah!” She screamed. Majesty, crazed, tried to jump a 5’ fence, but changed her mind in mid-jump and twisted to the side.. Sammy was thrown to the other way, and glanced off the stone wall, and crashed to the ground. Agonizing pain shot through her left leg. She cried out. Majesty stumbled to the side. She whirled to face the mountain lion. She kicked at it, reared and stomped on it. The young lion whined and ran away. “Majesty!” Sammy called weakly. The horse, panting and sweating, walked over to her downed owner. Sammy hauled herself up using Majesty to support her. Her back looked a long way up. But Sammy couldn’t put any weight on her left leg. She hobbled over to a log, and swung up. She bit her lip, to keep from screaming. “Come on Majesty, lets head home.”

 

[TechnoCat]

If anyone wants to hear, I can pass off an excerpt from my Doctor Who fanfic.

 

[miss heny]

well, i am just gonna post this because i can


chapter one

She watched as the sun lazily set, Silverrose eyes watch for any movement. "The hunter should be back by now" She mutter, more to herself then any one else. Then she saw a speak appear on the plains, she squinted he eyes, at first they appeared to be centaurs, then at a dawning horror, it was humans and the bull men.Fear crept into her body, she gallop off to the village, she had to warn them.


She went as fast her her horse legs could go, but it felt like she was running in quick sand, by the time she got there she was out of breath, her mother trotted out to see what every one was abuzz about, a basket of roots in her right arm, her lovely raven black hair was lose, she looked at her daughter's eyes, Silverose silver eyes made contact with her mothers blue ones."humans" she weezed "coming, this way"

gasps filled the smalle village, but it was to late, the sound of beating hooves filled the air, silverrose felt her arm be grabbed, she was about to drop kick whoever snagged her when she heard her mother sweet voice "here!" She hands her a pouch "run to the mountains, quickly!" She pushed Siverrose into the chaos. As she weaved through the small huts, the screaming mothers as they fought the humans and bull men for their foals filled her ears. She quickly jumped over a fallen horse and rider, almost there, just a few more quick strides. a round brown things went around her neck, she was jerked back, she clawed at the thing. a rope! she thought in horror. She pulled and fought the rope, nearly choking herself. She whipped around to see who hold the rope, a bull man, or know among humans, elfs and other races, a minotaur. He command the horse to back, dragging Silverrose, and chocking her, leaving her no choose to follow.

The Minotaur, a tall blacked fur bull head man dragged her to the small group of other centaurs, most of them foals. She scanned the group for her mother, the fair skinned, with raven black hiar and rare ice blues eyes didn't appear in the group.

The minotaur lead her to some other foals, most of them around ten humans years, but a few her age. She kept on hoping, praying that the hunters would come back, but as the humans slowly walked around them as if choosing a horse to be broke, to be lost of it spirit. One of them, a male pointed at her and said something to the minotaur that had caught her, she started at him blankly. Slowly the Minotaur got down the horse, he had some roped in his hand, he talk to her in soft, soothing voice. he gently, to her surprise, tied her hands. he then got back in the horse, a day that started so beautifully, has became a nightmare.

The started to move the group, leaving the wailing mothers to watch, unable to help in fear of death. Silverrose tried to see if her mother one among them, but she was jerk forward. She closed her eyes, tears rain down slowly, she hold the memory of her mother heavenly face, with long flowing raven black hair, eyes as blue as ice strong in her mind. What has she done to deserve this? Which god has she angered to be torn away from her mother, her father? Will I every see them again? She thought sorrowfully. By then, the sun has set, and the first starts started to appear, she looked up at the dazzling stars, among her people they meant hope, but they seem to be mocking her now.


Chapter 2

Silverrose throat felt dry, how long have they been traveling, days, no weeks the last full moon was 2 nights ago. the group stopped as the humans gave out water, they are greedily drank, it was never enough. By the time she was finish with her ration (SP) it was time to move, but instead of walking they were force to gallop, her hooves felt like they were about to give out. She saw what happen to weaker foals, she wasn't going to see them, she was going to live.

She watch as the scenery changed, the plains became lush grass lands, over time the smell if a humans and other things filled her nostrils. Were was she? she were corralled in a pen of some a sort, she watches things, mostly humans, orcs and other things. She felt ready to collapse from exhaustion. Then one of the watchers caught her eyes, he had a natural grace to his steps, his clothing was of a leather she never seen. He turned to face her, and to her shock he was elf, he had grey slanted eyes, his ears like her was pointed, his hair was stark light blonde, he seemed to be looking at a sheet of paper, and back at her ,as if trying to see if her face match that paper.

Baldar looks at the picture again, then back at Silverrose. this can't be the last centaur magic user, can it? Nut the pictures match. He closes his eyes, his people despise this sales, tearing away children from their world, their families, and they call the centaurs barbaric. He looked at Silverose again.

She looked to be around fourteen human years.She had a blue roan horse body, her skin was a fair color, rare among centaurs. He looked at her face next, what most likely startled him the most was her eyes, they were silver like the best silver work from dwarfs, he then look at her hair, it was a deep black with silver-white mix in.

Silverrose felt uneasy with the elf staring at her, she head to talk to one of the younger foals who was crying, she sand softly to him, hoping to calm him down.She watch those that were closer to her age, she looked into their dull lifeless eyes.They have lost hope. No, I am not going to become like them, she thought.

The minotaur that capture her came in with a few of the humans that were kinder to them, and start to cut the ropes off their wrists,Silverrose nodded thankfully to the minotaur while he cut the ropes, she looked at her wrist, they were raw and blistered, she rolled her wrists and wince, they were sore.

As the minotaur head to one of the foals, a colt around her age to cut off the rope. The colt reared up, and a sickening sound of a head being crushed under a hoof filled the corral, Silverrose whipped around, she looked at horror as the minotaur fell into a lifeless heap. The colt yelled 'come on!" he gallop to the other humans, they yelp and moved out of the way.

Silverrose came out of shock, no this is not the way! she trotted in front of a human, the colt snarled "why do you do this Silverrose? they took us away from our families! they should pay!" his green eyes glisten in the glaring sun, he wanted revenge.

She shook her head "No Jadewolf! this is not the ways, They will be judge when the gods deem it right."

Baldar watch in a mix of horror and and awe.

Jadewolf snarled, he reared up. He didn't care if he toke out both Silverrose and the human. Silverrose kicked him in the chest he colasped back. Quickly humans, minotaur who every was free came in and put ropes on the young colt. The human that Silverrose saved looked at Her, "thank you" He said softly before running off.

 

[TechnoCat]

Well, I'm bored. Excerpt from Doctor Who fanfic:

Victoria lie awake, trying to recollect what happened. Was he imaginary? An apparition of a mad man with a box? Or just an unreal image of someone her brain had created? She didn't know. But she knew somehow, she'd been knocked out of her own bearings by a time lord traveling. Now she was stuck in the future, a place she knew not what happened for several years. So much time had been skipped, about 145 years for her.
Although this was clearly the bigger issue, she kept thinking about that quirky man haunting her mind. It seemed she'd spoken with him, but she couldn't remember speaking with him.
She remembered the man had told her to call him 'Doctor'. That he'd had a navy blue box looking like a telephone booth, yet it was enormous on the inside. That he was dressed in a formal way, speaking in an English accent.
That he wasn't human. Yet he called himself 'The Doctor'.
Doctor.
Her Doctor.
She murmured the name to herself. She couldn't remember, though. Victoria said it again. And again. It seemed so familiar. Doctor.
For awhile, there was silence.
To fill the void, she tried to remember what he called the blue box. She struggled hard, sitting up. "What was that blue box he had?" She muttered to herself.
"You think of the TARDIS, Victoria?"
She sat up, to see a man leaning against the doorway, a childish grin upon his handsome face.
"Doctor." Victoria said involuntarily. "How did you find me?"
"I did not mean to brainwash you of my memory, Victoria, and for that I am sorry." He spoke quickly, yet his words connected beautifully. He moved from the doorway and over to her with a slow, intimidating walk. He held out his hand to her, and she looked up at him. "Which means we will have to start over, so, my dear Victoria, will you come with me?"
"... I don't know. I remember you, but I do not remember what you are."
"... You only have to promise you will not be angry when I tell you."
"... I won't."
"Promise to me. On something that matters."
"... I promise I won't be mad on my father's grave." She replied honestly, the time lord suddenly recieving the impression her father had passed on, something that dearly matterd to her. Possibly her motivation.
"I am the time lord that has knocked you here."
"If you knocked me here, you can return me home."
The Doctor felt a stab of pain; an arrow through him. Just as he tried to gain another companion, she would be leaving. He sighed inwardly, nodding. "Yes. I-I can take you home." He once more offered his hand to her.
She watched the Doctor for a moment, and he watched her watch him. The Doctor pulled together the courage to ask her the question: "Will you come with me, even for a short time, will you?"
Victoria, somewhat knowing she was putting her life on a razor's edge away from death, laid her hand in his. "Yes."

 

[clucky3255]

Cluck, just because no one says anything doesn't mean they don't like it. If you keep asking for attention to your story most likely people will just think you want attention. I'm speaking from personal experiences as a young child. You're not the only one; I myself did it when I was younger.
Anyway, it's a very interesting story line. More descriptions of the characters and surroundings would also spike a reader's interest.

thank you.. I am sorry. Forgive meh?

 

[TechnoCat]

Just a helpful hint.

 

[TechnoCat]

Saddest thing you may read today, but a proof of The Doctor's loyalty to his companions. (although you might not understand the story, but the stuff in parenthesis isn't actually in the writing, just to help you understand a bit easier ): (Yes, I wrote it. And cried while I did.)
He heard it clearly in his mind: "DOCTOR!!!"
It was the tortured scream of Victoria. (The Doctor's sweet, bubbly female companion whom I made up, who The Doctor genually cares for and wants to protect. Right now, she's been captured by someone I also made up, apparently a king of weeping angels, and he couldn't save her while he kidnapped her. ))
"Victoria!!!" The Doctor cried aloud to himself, "Just hold on, Victoria. Please, just hold on a bit longer. I promise you this time. You will be back home soon."
As the Tardis rocketed around, The Doctor was drowning in an arrow of reality - they were most likely torturing her; mentally abusing her to the point where she was afraid to accompany a Time Lord - knowing he faced these things daily.
To the point to where she might not trust him.
It wasn't his head that took in the wave of emotions that came with the last thought.
It was both of The Doctor's hearts, meaning twice the pain. (This Time Lord has 2 hearts.) For anyone, it didn't matter who you were, could look at this man and see his pain; some even feel it through the quivering of his shoulders and shuddering breaths he took; trying to hold back his tears. Trying to be strong. By the way he used the railing of the Tardis as his crutch in case his knees buckled from the pain he was in. It was nearly heartbreaking to see this man in such a pain.
"Victoria..." He whispered, shedding one tear. "I promise, I'll be right there. My hearts have been broken too many times to walk away from a companion I can easily rescue."
A little part of The Doctor knew Victoria could hear him.
~
The Tardis suddenly picked up Victoria's location, to The Doctor's relief. Stepping out of the Tardis, he entered an all black room he knew not where. He didn't trust his surroundings, so he brandished his sonic screwdriver and walked forward warily.
Turning once more, he was greeted by a humanoid shadow staring at him. It moved slowly, but was there. However, there was not a figure - it was only a shadow on the ground.
"Where is she?!" The Doctor demanded, pointing his sonic screwdriver at the entity.
The entity motioned something foreward.
Clearly shoved, the form of a beaten Victoria stumbled before him. Her flaxen hair hid her eyes, and her left ankle did not meet the ground. (While they were running, she tripped over a bramble thorn and sprained it.)
"Victoria!!!" He moved forward to take her into his arms, but the shadow raised a hand out of the floor and shoved him back. The Doctor scrambled around to stay on his feet, speaking again. "Victoria, look at me, please."
Her body shuddered violently, as she looked up at him. Her face and eyes betrayed all her emotion - only inches away from death, an unforgotten mental scar; reopened and pouring fear through her.
What made The Doctor almost fall to his knees and cry out was the mark of the Angels over Victoria's left eye. (When having an Angel's mark, they have claime you and it is hard to change you back. Most likely, you will become a weeping angel, never to see the sunlight again.)
"Victoria!!!" The Doctor's feet suddenly couldn't hold him, and he staggered to both knees. He shoved his hands through his hair, tears spiking his vision. "Victoria..."
She pulled on the chains bound around her wrists; rubbing her skin raw and bloody. Something in her eyes had changed. They were more insane and afraid - there was no trace of the happy film she always had, even in holding the hand of danger. Her innocence was robbed, her mind violated and her spirit shattered.
The shadow rose from the floor, pacing around Victoria. She begun to shy away, but he seized her shoulder. "Don't try to escape!!!" He growled throatily, his voice like a thick smoker. He groped for his sonic screwdriver, cursing when he realized it was gone.
The entity raised his screwdriver. Victoria realitated, crying for him to give that back to its owner, trying to break free once more. He grasped her by the neck suddenly, threatening her throat wordlessly with a wavy dagger.
In the chaos, The Doctor ran forward and wrenched his sonic screwdriver free, landing a fierce punch to the shadow's head. The shadow stumbled, the dagger flying.
The Doctor's teeth were grit angrily, his lips drawn back in a menacing snarl. He picked up half a brick from the floor, walking to the entity. "Never mess with a Time Lord. More importantly," he raised the brick, "never mess with the ones we care for. We're not only inhumane, but absolutely mad." He slammed the stone down on the entity's forehead violently, Victoria watching with amazement. The Doctor had an undying loyalty to his friends. An unbreaking trust, and a ferocious desire to protect them at all costs. Victoria's body heaved painfully, the chains compromising as she pulled harder.
The Doctor walked behind her wordlessly, tapping the chains with his screwdriver. They snapped instantly, Victoria freeing herself. She turned on her heel and threw her arms around him, shocking The Doctor. He'd let his guard down entirely.
He returned her embrace, leaning his head down to whisper in her ear: "You're safe now, safe with me. Never be afraid when you know I'll be after you soon." His voice faltered, so grateful she was alive that his body was shuddering lightly. He closed his eyes in relief, his hands shaking. "You make me so nervous, Victoria..." He added, pulling away and looking at her. He lie his hands on her shoulders, "Are you okay?"
Victoria wiped her eyes and nodded.
"Didn't I tell you I was coming? That you had nothing, nothing in this universe to fear when I'm here? That I would take your hand in mine and we'd stand against it together?"
She nodded again, her body shivering.
"Shh..." He pulled her into another warm embrace, welcoming, telling her she was safe. "C'mon, let's get you home. You've been through the unexplainable. I'm so sorry." He led her to the TARDIS, keeping an arm loosely around her shoulders protectively.
There was silence. Victoria seemed too shaken to speak. The Doctor's fury was still boiling his blood, his hearts vibrating with the satisfaction that her captor had been destroyed. He broke the void with a prompt for her to speak: "Tomorrow, if you're up to it, I will show you. Show you what's out there to see. Despite the craziness and insanity of it, it's also gorgeous. My Victoria, I will destroy that seal on your eye. Trust me. I'm the Doctor."
Victoria took a moment to reply. "For awhile, I thought you weren't coming. That you were just a mad man with a box."
The Doctor put the key into the TARDIS, opening the door. "Vic," he shut the door after the two of them, "I am definetly a mad man with a box."
Victoria looked up at him quizzically.
"Anyone remotely interesting is mad, some way or another."
"But Doctor, you're not interesting."
"You say I am insipid?" He looked back at her, slight confusion taking a spike in his voice.
"Now, I did not say that. Not insipid nor interesting; but extraordinary." She begun to speak quickly and fluidly, much like The Doctor would. "A double-hearted man with quirky ways and a blue box that's smaller on the outside; who travels through all time and space with the blood of a thousand planets on his hands, with the guilt he's done that; yet you are so happy and excitable. Doctor, that surpasses 'interesting'. It's only describable in one word - Amazing."
The Doctor was taken aback, unaware of how to reply. No one had spoken of him in such a way. Most thought he was insane, a smart alien with a confused world, inexplicable. She, however, saw him as another human. Even though she knew he was not, she was okay with seeing him a human.
"You messed up my childhood, and now might lead me to my death by the hand. I know I should hate you for that. But... I just can't. You're too sweet, too lovable and unearthly to hate you. I can't help but enjoy this crazy ride, Doctor."
~
Just finished up that chapter. I nearly cried several times, only cried once. XD

 

[clucky3255]

Hi guys! I am so sorry, I have not been on much. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!