Chapter 8: Taunting Dreams

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There was a sweet giggle as Shep rested on the cold floor. He could hear it in the back of his mind as his sight of the world faded away. It was a child’s laugh, a young girl’s laugh. He recognized it all too well. It was Lilly. There was a splash of pink across the dark backdrop of his mind as Lilly came into view. He could see her peacefully running through the park beside him with the beautiful budding spring trees glowing with joy. Her bright face was red, her eyes tightly closed, and a smile spread from ear to ear. She ran with her dog, laughing with her soft, bubbly laugh.

Shep recognized this dream. It was a memory, a memory from his past. A memory…of what his life used to be like. Happiness seemed so far from reach now.

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Chapter 7: Battle with Death

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“How did it go?”

“Well the dog is dead.”

“Dead? Oh, you mean the other dog.”

“Yes, Shep is fine. A little scratched, but fine.”

“So, what happened?”

“I just let the dog in, and Shep went straight for his neck. There was a bit of fighting, but with his sheer power he had no trouble bringing it down. He killed the dog just as we hoped.”

“Wow, this might have worked better than we were expecting.”

“Yes, a little too well.”

“What is wrong?”

“Well after he killed the dog, he went straight for me. He has no respect for us and he doesn’t fear us.”

“That could be a problem, but we can work it out. Just a minor…complication.”

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The War Had Begun – A True Story

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I was sitting in a booth at a McDonalds when it all began. A blank expression rested on my dull face showing my obvious boredom. I occasionally glanced to my left to peer through the reflective window into the play area. A young child was standing on the used cushion of the booth next to mine with the barrier of the wall between us. He was busy knocking his new toy on the glass by my head and smiling with a wide grin that lit up his face.

I checked the clock hanging on the wall. As 5:30pm stared back at me, I thought to myself. ‘Just about thirty-five minutes or so until I have to leave.’ I wasn’t exactly looking forward to playing in the pep band in the basketball game at my high school. I had to be there around 6:30pm, but I always felt comfort in arriving a little early. I was bored as I waited there in the small seat.

Staring down at the empty McNugget box that rested on the table before me, I took a sip of my Coke. The trash that lied in waiting on my tray was beginning to disturb me. Empty barbeque sauce packets filled the empty french fry cartridge, smothering the insides with the little sauce that had been marooned. A few unused napkins had been discarded onto the tray along with the receipt of my order, now covered in the brown goo.

Then, I saw the ketchup…

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Chapter 4

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“That is right. Keep coming. Come to Petra. Bring your people. Take them with you. Bring them. Bring them to Petra. Keep coming. You are almost there. Do not lose faith. Do not lose hope. Bring them. Bring your people to Petra.” The angels voice softly faded away into the depths of my dream as he smiled his sweet, embracing smile and radiated a golden glow that brought joy and tranquility to my soul. The angel waved his arm, bathed in robes of white, as my dream began to ripple like the precious waters of the oasis. Once again my eyes rested on the intricate designs of the rocky temples hidden within the deep valley. The protective, stone buildings that protruded from the canyon walls lay dormant, waiting within their lost location. Waiting with great patience…

Suddenly, my dream was abruptly disturbed as I awakened with deep fear. I had heard a sound. I glanced around at my people huddled together for warmth as they slept through the bitter, desert night. Many were awake as they searched the skies overhead. The same look of solicitude was expressed on their faces, as on mine. They had heard the sound too.

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Chapter 3

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It was noon, and the heat was stifling. As I pulled my kaffiyeh around my head to shield myself from the sun’s rays, I glanced over my shoulder. My people were with me. They were following me to Petra, and they trusted me as their leader. I felt a sense of pride, as if I was needed, as I rode on in the lead. My father rode alongside me with his chin held high. I was bringing great honor to the family.

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Week 6

For some reason, for the last three or four word counts, they just haven’t been as high as they normally are. I just haven’t been…writing as much or something. I know that I have been drawing a lot more. I have been working on my websites a lot more often also.

Well anyway, this week from December 31st, 2006 to January 6th, 2007, I have written 1,858 words on Magic Pens and 780 words off.

This comes to a total of 2,638 words written.

I have finished reading the last 2 chapters of The Little White Horse, by Elizabeth Goudge. I also read The Fifty-First Dragon by Heywood Broun and The Most Dangerous Game written by Richard Connel. This along with the first 4 chapters of DragonFlight by Anne McCaffrey comes out to be an okay reading total for me.

"The Fifty-First Dragon" by Heywood Broun
“The Fifty-First Dragon” by Heywood Broun
"Dragonflight" by Anne McCaffrey
“Dragonflight” by Anne McCaffrey
"The Most Dangerous Game" by Richard Connel
“The Most Dangerous Game” by Richard Connel
"The Little White Horse" by Elizabeth Goudge
“The Little White Horse” by Elizabeth Goudge
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JacksonPollock.org

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Do you have annoying writer’s block?
I found this site that can help you waste time while you have writer’s block and possibly spark an idea.

Just drag your mouse across the screen and click to change the color. Press the spacebar to start over.
Mindless fun awaits you…

JacksonPollock.org

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Girl Version Rewrite

Well, I have decided to change my character from my Revenge story to the female gender due to the large amount of votes. I think that it would be a pretty cool idea. I will rewrite my Revenge story once again, this time thinking of the character as a girl. I need some help thinking of a name however. Here is a picture to get a vague idea of what she looks like. (Please note that I am not very good at drawing humans. Animals are my thing.)

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Girl or Guy?

If you have read either the first or second version of my story Revenge, I am currently trying to decide wether to make the character male or female. Please tell me what you think on this subject.

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REWRITE – Our World: Revenge

I have rewritten my story, Revenge, which takes place in Our World. Please tell me if this version is better than the last!

I stared intently into the frightened eyes that stared in reply. The eyes spoke of the deep fear that grew within the Qurk lying on the floor before me. He cowered as he waited for me to bring his life to an end and he shook in solicitude. My chest was heaving from the vigorous fight and sweat dripped from my forehead. My only thoughts were on the Qurk however. I held a stern face with the pride hidden inside me. I gave my victim no information through my facial expressions. I had no facial expressions. My gray eyes were empty as I held the thin blade of my sword against his neck. I was trained to be emotionless.

He slowly began to back away from me, yet I quickly used the tip of my sword to cut into his arm. He roared in pain and humiliation as he instantly grabbed his wound and scowled at me. I smiled as his pain brought me satisfaction. I wanted him to suffer, and I wanted it to last. I held my stance above the alien as I regained my breath.

As I scrutinized the alien’s face, horrible memories began to recur. Memories that I had pushed to the corners of my mind were awakening. Memories…that I had hoped would never return. I lost focus as the dreaded thoughts flashed through my mind. My countenance displayed worry and pain for a moment as I lost myself in my retention. I slightly lowered my weapon before quickly regaining my wits. I was not to let my guard down.

However, the remembrance pursued.

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Improvements: January 2, 2007

Alright, I am really in a writing mood and I have a feeling that says that I will be for most of this week.

First off, I would like to get a few ideas about my already-written materiel. I would like feedback and suggestions that could help me. It would help to know everybody’s favorites. My two main stories currently are The Horse From the Woods (working on Chapter 2) and Lost in this World (working on Chapter 7). Don’t forget about the short stories!

I plan to rewrite Our World: Revenge to develop the character more and possibly use him in further stories.

Hmm… an idea just came to me as I was typing this. Well, I am off to write!

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Week 5

Alright, this week I was overcome with laziness. I am sorry that this is late. I seriously remembered the word count yesterday, but I thought that yesterday was Saturday! My dad brought up that today was Monday and I was like, “Oh crap!”

Well anyways, this week from December 24 to December 30, 2006, I have written about 1,194 words on Magic Pens, and 1,635 words off. This is a weak total of 2,829 words. I can do better.

For reading, I only read a few posts from a variety of different members. Over this Christmas Break, I was actually working on webpages and drawing pictures mostly. I shall share some with you to make up for my lack of writing!

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