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My name is Tio-us. I’m a completely normal kid. Or so I thought. I sort of got mixed up with things. Bad things. Basically, I wrote this book, as a sort of biography of the year 1358 in my eyes. Right, first I live on a planet which has inhabitants who are identical, biologically, to humans. They, we, are called tratyas. We have no knowledge of other planets, except out own- Firtif-eye. Some little things are different. For example, my favourite sport -trif-is seen like football or rugby, but played like a mixture of skateboarding and snowboarding. There’s a big empty pool in the middle of a stadium, and players- 2-8, do they’re tricks on the pool within a certain time limit. Not only am I the best in the school at this, but I live near the biggest stadium in my country, and get tickets quite easily. By now you’ll have realised I’m a bit of a show-off . But that’s just me. Onto the story. Well, it didn’t really ‘all begin’. It just ‘happened’. It all really happened or began or whatever when me and my friends began one of our useless and pointless conversations. These would take place in a fast-food restaurant whilst eating. These usually included really stupid questions including, ‘If you had a chance to be renamed, what would your new name be?’ etc. This specific one I wish I could prove to all of you.
“Guys, can you ever get black light?” said Gers, the usual starter of the random conversations.
“No. Light is the deflectant of black, or something,” said Yifop, who talks nonsense on his first say, then just agrees with someone the rest of the convo.
“Deflectant?!? Black is the absence of light, therefore it cannot exist,” said Efter, a smart new kid, who had grown very quickly into liking the conversations.
Me, Gers and Hirt laughed at Efter’s intelligence.
“Look, if you can have blue and purple or whatever, why can’t you have black light?”
“I suppose you could have a very, very, very dark blue…”
Then it came to me. An image in my mind. Black light. Why not? It seemed like a very reasonable question, even if it was a very dark blue. The image saw a room, with four small lamps, and a large light in the middle. The large light was creating darkness as it would be light. Then I realised someone was waving a hand in front of my face.
That night, I hade a dream. The same room was there, but the whole room had been inverted. In other words, the small lamps were creating darkness, whilst the large lamp made light. All that could be seen was not seen before, except maybe the large lamp, and all that couldn’t be seen before was, well, nothing. I looked down where the light would shine, and there was a sky.
The next evening another conversation came into place.
“Guys, how come a crack in air can’t break like with glass?”
“Air cracks due do environmental changes, whereas glass cracks are created by force”
“Environmental changes?”
“Oh god… it’s stuff like certain temperatures of winds coming in at certain angles at certain times of the day in certain times of the year in certain places of the planet…”
“Ok, so what’s on the other side of an air crack?”
“An inside dent, making whatever’s behind it blurry”
“What happens if these certain things happened directly aimed at a ripple or a Melt?”
“Nothing, there’s nothing connecting the elementary muzz-happenings except the name.”
“But why aren’t they just classed as normal disasters like tornado’s and stuff”
“Don’t know, ask your science teacher..”
That basically sums up my story. It’s about cracks in the air, muzz-happenings , black light, and the whole connection between them. Melts are simply a point in the air where the air slides down other air, creating what looks like a wax melt of air. There are only three muzz-happenings. Finally, if someone touches an air crack, whatever they touch it with turns into non-existence.
It was a little strange the next day, as no-one turned up to the random conversation, except me, of course. I walked home, which I hadn’t done for a while. Two policemen came up to me half-way though the journey.
“Let’s see some ID, pal,” said one
Surprised, and putting on a confused I face, I gave the policeman my ID. He looked from me to the ID card. He nodded to the other one.
“Tio-us Savac, you are under arrest for stealing numerous ID and the murder of Grti Defji.
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“Guys, can you ever get black light?” said Gers, the usual starter of the random conversations.
“No. Light is the deflectant of black, or something,” said Yifop, who talks nonsense on his first say, then just agrees with someone the rest of the convo.
“Deflectant?!? Black is the absence of light, therefore it cannot exist,” said Efter, a smart new kid, who had grown very quickly into liking the conversations.
Me, Gers and Hirt laughed at Efter’s intelligence.
“Look, if you can have blue and purple or whatever, why can’t you have black light?”
“I suppose you could have a very, very, very dark blue…”
Then it came to me. An image in my mind. Black light. Why not? It seemed like a very reasonable question, even if it was a very dark blue. The image saw a room, with four small lamps, and a large light in the middle. The large light was creating darkness as it would be light. Then I realised someone was waving a hand in front of my face.
That night, I hade a dream. The same room was there, but the whole room had been inverted. In other words, the small lamps were creating darkness, whilst the large lamp made light. All that could be seen was not seen before, except maybe the large lamp, and all that couldn’t be seen before was, well, nothing. I looked down where the light would shine, and there was a sky.
The next evening another conversation came into place.
“Guys, how come a crack in air can’t break like with glass?”
“Air cracks due do environmental changes, whereas glass cracks are created by force”
“Environmental changes?”
“Oh god… it’s stuff like certain temperatures of winds coming in at certain angles at certain times of the day in certain times of the year in certain places of the planet…”
“Ok, so what’s on the other side of an air crack?”
“An inside dent, making whatever’s behind it blurry”
“What happens if these certain things happened directly aimed at a ripple or a Melt?”
“Nothing, there’s nothing connecting the elementary muzz-happenings except the name.”
“But why aren’t they just classed as normal disasters like tornado’s and stuff”
“Don’t know, ask your science teacher..”
That basically sums up my story. It’s about cracks in the air, muzz-happenings , black light, and the whole connection between them. Melts are simply a point in the air where the air slides down other air, creating what looks like a wax melt of air. There are only three muzz-happenings. Finally, if someone touches an air crack, whatever they touch it with turns into non-existence.
It was a little strange the next day, as no-one turned up to the random conversation, except me, of course. I walked home, which I hadn’t done for a while. Two policemen came up to me half-way though the journey.
“Let’s see some ID, pal,” said one
Surprised, and putting on a confused I face, I gave the policeman my ID. He looked from me to the ID card. He nodded to the other one.
“Tio-us Savac, you are under arrest for stealing numerous ID and the murder of Grti Defji.
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Rickoss wrote:
> By the way, wam_man, instead of using -'s, you should use ,'s, it'll
> clean it up a bit.
what?
Is there any more improvments I could make?
> By the way, wam_man, instead of using -'s, you should use ,'s, it'll
> clean it up a bit.
what?
Is there any more improvments I could make?
Nice...
By the way, wam_man, instead of using -'s, you should use ,'s, it'll clean it up a bit.
I'm writing a book, but I can't write :-P
I'm not going to argue with you. It will be better in the long run, especially with that bad leg of yours.
no
Your book should start "A long time ago, when the world was quieter and greener".
Azul wrote:
> lol, him, silly foo'.
>
> Yours was good.
> His wasn't.
> :-p
pretty harsh... what was wrong with it?
> lol, him, silly foo'.
>
> Yours was good.
> His wasn't.
> :-p
pretty harsh... what was wrong with it?
Good, good.
*Looks smug*
And, by the way, 30,000 words isn't nearly a story, it's more like over 100,000 I'd say.
*Looks smug*
And, by the way, 30,000 words isn't nearly a story, it's more like over 100,000 I'd say.
lol, him, silly foo'.
Yours was good.
His wasn't.
:-p
Yours was good.
His wasn't.
:-p
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