Soarris’ Story

You’re shrouded in darkness as you walk through a thick forest, curiosity driving you forward. Tall pines loom over you, shielding you from the full moon blessing the world with its faint light and small foliage brushes against your legs. You continue through the woods until you come across a peculiar sight. There’s a strange, unnatural disturbance amongst the trees straight ahead of you. You walk closer and find it to be a strange entry leading underground. You rub your fingers across the cold, gray steel of the double-doors with questions streaming through your mind. Once again, you feel curiosity urging you on. You want to know what this place is. You want to know why it’s here. You want to know what’s inside.

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Week 3

This week from December 10 to December 16, 2006 I have written approximately 3,860 words on Magic Pens and 2,030 off. This comes up to be a total of 5,890 words.

For reading, I did better this week. I read The Cask of Amontillado written by Edgar Allan Poe, The Necklace written by Guy de Maupassant, and 7 chapters of The Little White Horse, written by Elizabeth Goudge. (It was like 94 pages or something.)

"A Cask of Amontillado" by Edgar Allan Poe

“A Cask of Amontillado” by Edgar Allan Poe

"The Necklace" by Guy de Maupassant

“The Necklace” by Guy de Maupassant

"The Little White Horse" by Elizabeth Goudge

“The Little White Horse” by Elizabeth Goudge


"Eragon" by Christopher Paolini

“Eragon” by Christopher Paolini

I plan on reading Eragon soon since a couple of people (not in Magic Pens,) have told me that my main story, The Horse From the Woods, is just like it. I watched the movie and it wasn’t anything like my story, so I hope the book is the same. If you have read Eragon, please read my story and see what you think. People are telling me that it is just the prologue.

How was this Possible?

Just two more hours of school, I thought to myself. Just two more hours. I shut my locker door with a metallic slam and was surprised to see a cheerful-looking person standing beside me. With a bright smile on her face, the girl looked happy to see me although I couldn’t remember ever seeing her before. “Hello!” she exclaimed as her cheeks glowed red with happiness. “I’m Lindsey! Who’re you?” The girl stood unusually with her back straight up as if she had a board tied to it and her arms lay to the side with no motion. Her head was held high with a smile that overcame her face. I thought of how odd she stood with so much joy that radiated around her. She looked so…happy.

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Chapter 6: The Painful Chase

It was one of those times. Lilly’s parents were caught in another argument that had driven the small child to the comfort of her corner. Her face was wet with tears and her eyes were red from continuous crying. She grasped the fur from Shep’s neck and buried her face in it. Shep did not mind this childish act, as he loved Lilly with all of his heart and he did not like to see her saddened. He was there to bring comfort to her, and to help her through the troublesome times. He felt a strange disturbance within her parents’ fights recently however. They had lasted longer, were much louder, and had sent her father storming out of the house on many occasions. Why was this, Shep thought to himself. Why did humans have to fill others with hatred and anger? He didn’t see the point.

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Week 2: 8,120 Words

This week from December 3 to December 9, 2006 I’ve written approximately 4,120 words on Magic Pens. I also wrote about 4,000 words not on Magic Pens, (roleplays,) for a complete total of 8,120 words.

For reading, I didn’t do as well, (I never do,) as I read one chapter of The Little White Horse written by Elizabeth Goudge and I read The Lady or the Tiger written by Frank R. Stockton about three times. I also read The Adventures of the Speckled Band written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

"The Little White Horse" by Elizabeth Goudge

“The Little White Horse” by Elizabeth Goudge

"The Lady or the Tiger" by Frank Stockton

“The Lady or the Tiger” by Frank Stockton

"The Adventures of the Speckled Band" by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

“The Adventures of the Speckled Band” by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle


The Lady or the Tiger: My Ending

In the very olden time there lived a semi-barbaric king, whose ideas, though somewhat polished and sharpened by the progressiveness of distant Latin neighbors, were still large, florid, and untrammeled, as became the half of him which was barbaric. He was a man of exuberant fancy, and, withal, of an authority so irresistible that, at his will, he turned his varied fancies into facts. He was greatly given to self-communing, and, when he and himself agreed upon anything, the thing was done. When every member of his domestic and political systems moved smoothly in its appointed course, his nature was bland and genial; but, whenever there was a little hitch, and some of his orbs got out of their orbits, he was blander and more genial still, for nothing pleased him so much as to make the crooked straight and crush down uneven places. Among the borrowed notions by which his barbarism had become semified was that of the public arena, in which, by exhibitions of manly and beastly valor, the minds of his subjects were refined and cultured. But even here the exuberant and barbaric fancy asserted itself. The arena of the king was built, not to give the people an opportunity of hearing the rhapsodies of dying gladiators, nor to enable them to view the inevitable conclusion of a conflict between religious opinions and hungry jaws, but for purposes far better adapted to widen and develop the mental energies of the people. This vast amphitheater, with its encircling galleries, its mysterious vaults, and its unseen passages, was an agent of poetic justice, in which crime was punished, or virtue rewarded, by the decrees of an impartial and incorruptible chance.

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T-Shirt Design Variations

We held a vote at our meeting and have chosen a white hoodie. If 30 or more of us buy one, the price will be cheaper, so pre-pay for yours before Winter Break! Matt’s ThermoNuclear Warhead idea will be located on the front in a pocket size, and my outline for the scroll and dragon idea will be located on the back in a large size.

Since many people have complained about my idea’s clutter, I’ve created some different variations. One variation has the items displayed around the sides of the scroll along with the top to reduce the clutter, and the other has the objects a little behind the scroll. The first picture is just a touch-up of the original. Please tell me what you think of them!

Chapter 4 [Old]

Natalie’s breaths came in gasps as she ran with all her strength, past the first trees of the forest. Ignoring the branches that scratched at her face, she continued with cuts along her cheeks and arms. Blood slowly crept from her small wounds, yet she was determined to find her horse. She had to find Duchess, before the dragons did. Unaware of her surroundings as she ran blinded by shear determination, she found herself falling as her foot was caught on an ugly, moss-covered log. She sprawled over the small log before her, and hit her head on a flat stone. Her world began to spin and fade just before it all went black.

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Chapter 3 [Old]

Natalie grasped her horse’s neck tightly as she took in the horrific scene around her. Duchess became uneasy and broke free of her owner’s embrace to neigh loudly as she rose onto her back legs. She kicked her strong, front legs wildly as Natalie tried to regain control over her horse. Keeping her distance, she felt the fear within the atmosphere and could sense Duchess was troubled. She could see the deep fear within her sparkling, blue eyes. “Duchess, what is it? What is it, girl?” she cried out reaching for the reigns that were whipping around wildly. Duchess quickly turned and bolted down the dirty, cobblestone path out of the destroyed village leaving Natalie to run after the mare. She was unable to keep up with Duchess’s incredible speed as she yelled out in despair with her arms outstretched, “Wait, Duchess! Come back! Where are you going? What’s wrong?”

Her attention was quickly averted when she heard a deafening roar from the skies above her. She glanced to the dark horizon behind her and was suddenly filled with fear as her breathing seemed to stop and her heartbeat skipped a beat. A large swarm of dragons was flying towards the village from the distance. Their silhouettes littered the sky, as their numbers were high. Natalie slowly began to back away, still in awe from the sight of so many ferocious beasts. Dragons were never known to hunt or travel in groups. They were solitary creatures and they preferred to be alone. Why were there so many of them?

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From a few people asking me to run, I have decided that I shall. Thanks Mr. Gifford for persuading me. 🙂

I think that I would make an excellent choice for a Magic Pens officer as I’m on Magic Pens every day and have attended every meeting so far. I will continue to write a review of every meeting I attend for those who did not attend.

With a Blogline account set up, I’m aware the second that a new post is put out which would help me read posts as soon as possible. I check everybody’s blogs everyday and I try to read as many of everybody’s stories that I can. Everytime I read a story, I also comment on it giving tips, errors I’ve found, and my favorites, etc.

As a writer on Magic Pens, I try to keep up with our goals and I write almost every day. I’ve posted many posts, and I try to post at least two to three every week. I’ve drawn many different T-Shirt design ideas, and have looked at all of the other ideas for our hoodies. I’ve recruited a new member, and I speak with members that have not posted for a while, in person, to remind them that their blog still exists. I’ll also help people change the appearance of their blogs.

Please vote for me!

Week 1: 2,330 Words

This week from November 26 to December 2, 2006 I’ve written approximately 2,330 words on Magic Pens and finished reading the last half of Silas Marner written by George Eliot.

I’ve also written over 40 posts!

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Chapter 2

Petra! Papa, Petra is the place that we are to travel to! We must leave now!” I argued. “He came to me once more! The angel, sent by God, appeared in my dream again last night!

“Is this the truth, my Namir?” he asked, not convinced.

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