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Posted on 06/04/2001 at 7.01AM:
"Wowsa! Thankyou everybody for reading it! I won't stop there - wait for Broken Boards Part 2: where Elsie enters the proper races! (I like writing stories)"
Sound farmilliar? That was me in March posting my thanks for you all replying to my story. (Especially SSXpro, who apparently enjoyed it quite a bit!) :¬)
Anyway, as I promised, I proudly present SSX: Broken Boards (Part 2) after I remind some users with the highlights of Part 1:
SSX: Broken Boards (Part 1) HIGHLIGHTS
--------------------------------------
Elsie emitted a cry of pain as she saw what had happened to her knee, it was sprained and bleeding badly. "It hurts Martin!" Moby offered her his hand. "It's Moby. M-O-..."
"I'm sorry, it hurts though!"
"It dosen't look too bad, but let's get you back inside. We need to talk." The large magnetic fans whirred noisily in the training centre as Moby assisted in unstrapping her board, slowly they made it to the exit door.
* * *
He poured a cup of fresh brewed coffee and handed it to the damaged Canadian girl. "So you need a couple more pointers, I understand that." She sipped the hot drink willingly while he paced across the room. "But what I don't understand is why you're here in the first place." She stopped the sipping and looked up at her newly-appointed teacher, hoping not to say what he was going to make her.
"Wha... what do you mean?" Moby was glaring at her now like a federal agent wanting answers. She had hoped this moment hadn't have come. "I wanted to learn about Snowboard SuperCross, is that a crime?"
And now, I am proud to present;
SSX: Broken Boards (Part 2)
--------------------------
A story by Saesee
SSX: BROKEN BOARDS (Part 2)
By Saesee Tom
As the warm sun glistened on the the snow-covered trees it occured to her that the travel guide wasn't lying, Sierra sure was a beautiful place. Elsie stood proud in lane 7 clutching her board under her right arm, she put on her shades with the left.
"This is it" She silently mumbled to herself. Her mentor, Moby, had helped her every step of the way and she didn't want to embarrass him by loosing the quater-finals.
"If you want to get in to the semis..." he remarked "then yep, this is it." His voice was like God, it clearly stood out from the raging croud. "This is the first step - you don't wanna foul up 'ere do you?"
"No sir."
"Hey," he grabbed her board and placed it in her starting box. "just call me Moby" He gave her a quick smile and continued to help her strap on.
The speakers pulsated wildly as the announcer spoke to the croud of thousands. "Racers to their stands!" Elsie's stomach lurched as she saw the opposition. At least fifteen racers in pretty good shape were stretching, glugging back bottles of water or strapping on their boards.
Her stomach lurched.
"I can't do it Moby." He swiftly turned around with a bewieldered expression on his face.
"What?"
"I can't race"
"Says who?"
"These butterflies pulling seven-twenties in my stomach."
Moby sighed, and looked at the snow glistening in the Sierra daylight. He knew this would happen. It had happened to his other students and now it was happening to Elsie. He looked into her eyes as the announcer blerted out final details.
"Elsie, look at me." She looked up at him, ashamed but frightened.
"Elsie, every student has done this."
"Huh?"
"Every student has deserted me in the starting box."
She looked around her, and saw the racers calmly psyching themselves up for a gruelling competition.
"R...really?"
"Yes." He sighed, and looked into her eyes.
"And all because I didn't believe in them."
"Why?"
"Because I saw no talent in them." He sighed and looked at her board - she was even standing in the correct pose. The announcer started the countdown... the race was about to begin.
"But I see talent in you."
"Three!" The announcer shouted.
"So I believe in you"
"Two!"
Her head picked up. "You...you do?!
"One!"
Elsie screamed as he shoved her down the slope.
"Yes" he said, quietly to himself. "I do."
Further down the slope, Elsie's scream of terror transformed into a scream of joy.
* * *
Her mind was clear, probably because she was flying down a slope at god-knows how many miles per-hour.
'Concentrate Elsie, concentrate.'
A turn was coming up - if she could remember her training then this cource would be a breeze.
'What was it?' She was now scared stiff again. 'lean forwards and left... or was it backward and left?' Either way, the turn was coming up fast.
Her train of thought was rudely interrupted when a racer with a green helmet shoved her in the face.
"Hey!" she shouted sternly. 'Was he allowed to do that? What a looser.'
But the wierd thing is, she suddenly felt better. She could explain it too.
Her fear was somehow over-rided by her anger to win. Her hate was making her competative.
With an evil frown and a competative smile, she could envision Moby instructing her as she went down toward the turn. The race had just begun, and she liked it.
THE END
(Well, of part 2 anyways. :¬))Hope you guys (and gals?) liked it. I suppose someone is gonna say "This is a blatant GAD attempt"
:¬)
:¬/
:¬(
Well, you're right. :¬( I'm trying my hardest.
"Wowsa! Thankyou everybody for reading it! I won't stop there - wait for Broken Boards Part 2: where Elsie enters the proper races! (I like writing stories)"
Sound farmilliar? That was me in March posting my thanks for you all replying to my story. (Especially SSXpro, who apparently enjoyed it quite a bit!) :¬)
Anyway, as I promised, I proudly present SSX: Broken Boards (Part 2) after I remind some users with the highlights of Part 1:
SSX: Broken Boards (Part 1) HIGHLIGHTS
--------------------------------------
Elsie emitted a cry of pain as she saw what had happened to her knee, it was sprained and bleeding badly. "It hurts Martin!" Moby offered her his hand. "It's Moby. M-O-..."
"I'm sorry, it hurts though!"
"It dosen't look too bad, but let's get you back inside. We need to talk." The large magnetic fans whirred noisily in the training centre as Moby assisted in unstrapping her board, slowly they made it to the exit door.
* * *
He poured a cup of fresh brewed coffee and handed it to the damaged Canadian girl. "So you need a couple more pointers, I understand that." She sipped the hot drink willingly while he paced across the room. "But what I don't understand is why you're here in the first place." She stopped the sipping and looked up at her newly-appointed teacher, hoping not to say what he was going to make her.
"Wha... what do you mean?" Moby was glaring at her now like a federal agent wanting answers. She had hoped this moment hadn't have come. "I wanted to learn about Snowboard SuperCross, is that a crime?"
And now, I am proud to present;
SSX: Broken Boards (Part 2)
--------------------------
A story by Saesee
SSX: BROKEN BOARDS (Part 2)
By Saesee Tom
As the warm sun glistened on the the snow-covered trees it occured to her that the travel guide wasn't lying, Sierra sure was a beautiful place. Elsie stood proud in lane 7 clutching her board under her right arm, she put on her shades with the left.
"This is it" She silently mumbled to herself. Her mentor, Moby, had helped her every step of the way and she didn't want to embarrass him by loosing the quater-finals.
"If you want to get in to the semis..." he remarked "then yep, this is it." His voice was like God, it clearly stood out from the raging croud. "This is the first step - you don't wanna foul up 'ere do you?"
"No sir."
"Hey," he grabbed her board and placed it in her starting box. "just call me Moby" He gave her a quick smile and continued to help her strap on.
The speakers pulsated wildly as the announcer spoke to the croud of thousands. "Racers to their stands!" Elsie's stomach lurched as she saw the opposition. At least fifteen racers in pretty good shape were stretching, glugging back bottles of water or strapping on their boards.
Her stomach lurched.
"I can't do it Moby." He swiftly turned around with a bewieldered expression on his face.
"What?"
"I can't race"
"Says who?"
"These butterflies pulling seven-twenties in my stomach."
Moby sighed, and looked at the snow glistening in the Sierra daylight. He knew this would happen. It had happened to his other students and now it was happening to Elsie. He looked into her eyes as the announcer blerted out final details.
"Elsie, look at me." She looked up at him, ashamed but frightened.
"Elsie, every student has done this."
"Huh?"
"Every student has deserted me in the starting box."
She looked around her, and saw the racers calmly psyching themselves up for a gruelling competition.
"R...really?"
"Yes." He sighed, and looked into her eyes.
"And all because I didn't believe in them."
"Why?"
"Because I saw no talent in them." He sighed and looked at her board - she was even standing in the correct pose. The announcer started the countdown... the race was about to begin.
"But I see talent in you."
"Three!" The announcer shouted.
"So I believe in you"
"Two!"
Her head picked up. "You...you do?!
"One!"
Elsie screamed as he shoved her down the slope.
"Yes" he said, quietly to himself. "I do."
Further down the slope, Elsie's scream of terror transformed into a scream of joy.
* * *
Her mind was clear, probably because she was flying down a slope at god-knows how many miles per-hour.
'Concentrate Elsie, concentrate.'
A turn was coming up - if she could remember her training then this cource would be a breeze.
'What was it?' She was now scared stiff again. 'lean forwards and left... or was it backward and left?' Either way, the turn was coming up fast.
Her train of thought was rudely interrupted when a racer with a green helmet shoved her in the face.
"Hey!" she shouted sternly. 'Was he allowed to do that? What a looser.'
But the wierd thing is, she suddenly felt better. She could explain it too.
Her fear was somehow over-rided by her anger to win. Her hate was making her competative.
With an evil frown and a competative smile, she could envision Moby instructing her as she went down toward the turn. The race had just begun, and she liked it.
THE END
(Well, of part 2 anyways. :¬))Hope you guys (and gals?) liked it. I suppose someone is gonna say "This is a blatant GAD attempt"
:¬)
:¬/
:¬(
Well, you're right. :¬( I'm trying my hardest.
Posted on 06/04/2001 at 7.01AM:
"Wowsa! Thankyou everybody for reading it! I won't stop there - wait for Broken Boards Part 2: where Elsie enters the proper races! (I like writing stories)"
Sound farmilliar? That was me in March posting my thanks for you all replying to my story. (Especially SSXpro, who apparently enjoyed it quite a bit!) :¬)
Anyway, as I promised, I proudly present SSX: Broken Boards (Part 2) after I remind some users with the highlights of Part 1:
SSX: Broken Boards (Part 1) HIGHLIGHTS
--------------------------------------
Elsie emitted a cry of pain as she saw what had happened to her knee, it was sprained and bleeding badly. "It hurts Martin!" Moby offered her his hand. "It's Moby. M-O-..."
"I'm sorry, it hurts though!"
"It dosen't look too bad, but let's get you back inside. We need to talk." The large magnetic fans whirred noisily in the training centre as Moby assisted in unstrapping her board, slowly they made it to the exit door.
* * *
He poured a cup of fresh brewed coffee and handed it to the damaged Canadian girl. "So you need a couple more pointers, I understand that." She sipped the hot drink willingly while he paced across the room. "But what I don't understand is why you're here in the first place." She stopped the sipping and looked up at her newly-appointed teacher, hoping not to say what he was going to make her.
"Wha... what do you mean?" Moby was glaring at her now like a federal agent wanting answers. She had hoped this moment hadn't have come. "I wanted to learn about Snowboard SuperCross, is that a crime?"
And now, I am proud to present;
SSX: Broken Boards (Part 2)
--------------------------
A story by Saesee
SSX: BROKEN BOARDS (Part 2)
By Saesee Tom
As the warm sun glistened on the the snow-covered trees it occured to her that the travel guide wasn't lying, Sierra sure was a beautiful place. Elsie stood proud in lane 7 clutching her board under her right arm, she put on her shades with the left.
"This is it" She silently mumbled to herself. Her mentor, Moby, had helped her every step of the way and she didn't want to embarrass him by loosing the quater-finals.
"If you want to get in to the semis..." he remarked "then yep, this is it." His voice was like God, it clearly stood out from the raging croud. "This is the first step - you don't wanna foul up 'ere do you?"
"No sir."
"Hey," he grabbed her board and placed it in her starting box. "just call me Moby" He gave her a quick smile and continued to help her strap on.
The speakers pulsated wildly as the announcer spoke to the croud of thousands. "Racers to their stands!" Elsie's stomach lurched as she saw the opposition. At least fifteen racers in pretty good shape were stretching, glugging back bottles of water or strapping on their boards.
Her stomach lurched.
"I can't do it Moby." He swiftly turned around with a bewieldered expression on his face.
"What?"
"I can't race"
"Says who?"
"These butterflies pulling seven-twenties in my stomach."
Moby sighed, and looked at the snow glistening in the Sierra daylight. He knew this would happen. It had happened to his other students and now it was happening to Elsie. He looked into her eyes as the announcer blerted out final details.
"Elsie, look at me." She looked up at him, ashamed but frightened.
"Elsie, every student has done this."
"Huh?"
"Every student has deserted me in the starting box."
She looked around her, and saw the racers calmly psyching themselves up for a gruelling competition.
"R...really?"
"Yes." He sighed, and looked into her eyes.
"And all because I didn't believe in them."
"Why?"
"Because I saw no talent in them." He sighed and looked at her board - she was even standing in the correct pose. The announcer started the countdown... the race was about to begin.
"But I see talent in you."
"Three!" The announcer shouted.
"So I believe in you"
"Two!"
Her head picked up. "You...you do?!
"One!"
Elsie screamed as he shoved her down the slope.
"Yes" he said, quietly to himself. "I do."
Further down the slope, Elsie's scream of terror transformed into a scream of joy.
* * *
Her mind was clear, probably because she was flying down a slope at god-knows how many miles per-hour.
'Concentrate Elsie, concentrate.'
A turn was coming up - if she could remember her training then this cource would be a breeze.
'What was it?' She was now scared stiff again. 'lean forwards and left... or was it backward and left?' Either way, the turn was coming up fast.
Her train of thought was rudely interrupted when a racer with a green helmet shoved her in the face.
"Hey!" she shouted sternly. 'Was he allowed to do that? What a looser.'
But the wierd thing is, she suddenly felt better. She could explain it too.
Her fear was somehow over-rided by her anger to win. Her hate was making her competative.
With an evil frown and a competative smile, she could envision Moby instructing her as she went down toward the turn. The race had just begun, and she liked it.
THE END
(Well, of part 2 anyways. :¬))Hope you guys (and gals?) liked it. I suppose someone is gonna say "This is a blatant GAD attempt"
:¬)
:¬/
:¬(
Well, you're right. :¬( I'm trying my hardest.
"Wowsa! Thankyou everybody for reading it! I won't stop there - wait for Broken Boards Part 2: where Elsie enters the proper races! (I like writing stories)"
Sound farmilliar? That was me in March posting my thanks for you all replying to my story. (Especially SSXpro, who apparently enjoyed it quite a bit!) :¬)
Anyway, as I promised, I proudly present SSX: Broken Boards (Part 2) after I remind some users with the highlights of Part 1:
SSX: Broken Boards (Part 1) HIGHLIGHTS
--------------------------------------
Elsie emitted a cry of pain as she saw what had happened to her knee, it was sprained and bleeding badly. "It hurts Martin!" Moby offered her his hand. "It's Moby. M-O-..."
"I'm sorry, it hurts though!"
"It dosen't look too bad, but let's get you back inside. We need to talk." The large magnetic fans whirred noisily in the training centre as Moby assisted in unstrapping her board, slowly they made it to the exit door.
* * *
He poured a cup of fresh brewed coffee and handed it to the damaged Canadian girl. "So you need a couple more pointers, I understand that." She sipped the hot drink willingly while he paced across the room. "But what I don't understand is why you're here in the first place." She stopped the sipping and looked up at her newly-appointed teacher, hoping not to say what he was going to make her.
"Wha... what do you mean?" Moby was glaring at her now like a federal agent wanting answers. She had hoped this moment hadn't have come. "I wanted to learn about Snowboard SuperCross, is that a crime?"
And now, I am proud to present;
SSX: Broken Boards (Part 2)
--------------------------
A story by Saesee
SSX: BROKEN BOARDS (Part 2)
By Saesee Tom
As the warm sun glistened on the the snow-covered trees it occured to her that the travel guide wasn't lying, Sierra sure was a beautiful place. Elsie stood proud in lane 7 clutching her board under her right arm, she put on her shades with the left.
"This is it" She silently mumbled to herself. Her mentor, Moby, had helped her every step of the way and she didn't want to embarrass him by loosing the quater-finals.
"If you want to get in to the semis..." he remarked "then yep, this is it." His voice was like God, it clearly stood out from the raging croud. "This is the first step - you don't wanna foul up 'ere do you?"
"No sir."
"Hey," he grabbed her board and placed it in her starting box. "just call me Moby" He gave her a quick smile and continued to help her strap on.
The speakers pulsated wildly as the announcer spoke to the croud of thousands. "Racers to their stands!" Elsie's stomach lurched as she saw the opposition. At least fifteen racers in pretty good shape were stretching, glugging back bottles of water or strapping on their boards.
Her stomach lurched.
"I can't do it Moby." He swiftly turned around with a bewieldered expression on his face.
"What?"
"I can't race"
"Says who?"
"These butterflies pulling seven-twenties in my stomach."
Moby sighed, and looked at the snow glistening in the Sierra daylight. He knew this would happen. It had happened to his other students and now it was happening to Elsie. He looked into her eyes as the announcer blerted out final details.
"Elsie, look at me." She looked up at him, ashamed but frightened.
"Elsie, every student has done this."
"Huh?"
"Every student has deserted me in the starting box."
She looked around her, and saw the racers calmly psyching themselves up for a gruelling competition.
"R...really?"
"Yes." He sighed, and looked into her eyes.
"And all because I didn't believe in them."
"Why?"
"Because I saw no talent in them." He sighed and looked at her board - she was even standing in the correct pose. The announcer started the countdown... the race was about to begin.
"But I see talent in you."
"Three!" The announcer shouted.
"So I believe in you"
"Two!"
Her head picked up. "You...you do?!
"One!"
Elsie screamed as he shoved her down the slope.
"Yes" he said, quietly to himself. "I do."
Further down the slope, Elsie's scream of terror transformed into a scream of joy.
* * *
Her mind was clear, probably because she was flying down a slope at god-knows how many miles per-hour.
'Concentrate Elsie, concentrate.'
A turn was coming up - if she could remember her training then this cource would be a breeze.
'What was it?' She was now scared stiff again. 'lean forwards and left... or was it backward and left?' Either way, the turn was coming up fast.
Her train of thought was rudely interrupted when a racer with a green helmet shoved her in the face.
"Hey!" she shouted sternly. 'Was he allowed to do that? What a looser.'
But the wierd thing is, she suddenly felt better. She could explain it too.
Her fear was somehow over-rided by her anger to win. Her hate was making her competative.
With an evil frown and a competative smile, she could envision Moby instructing her as she went down toward the turn. The race had just begun, and she liked it.
THE END
(Well, of part 2 anyways. :¬))Hope you guys (and gals?) liked it. I suppose someone is gonna say "This is a blatant GAD attempt"
:¬)
:¬/
:¬(
Well, you're right. :¬( I'm trying my hardest.