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[andufusthebronze]

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Chapter one: Sighs and Yawns.

 

 

 

Stifling a sigh as she rubbed her eyes, Sarah sat slouched over her desk. Flickering candles where her only light source, and it was irritating on the eyes. Sarah must have been reading over her notes for at least two hours now. She was soon to sit her entrance exam, and so had to be prepared. Over the four years of teachings from various magicians and folks, Sarah had made enough comments to fill several thick books.

 

Her exam was in two weeks, and her fate rested upon her succession. For, if she failed, she would have to start all over again. If she succeeded, she would join the magic guild as an apprentice, and finally get to try some real magic. She was tired of lifting pots and pans, with only basic supplies of mind runes and a very small enchantment bracelet that her father had bought for her.

 

Sarah squinted down at the book again, and then let her eyes drag away from the page. She had divided the desk, it was old now and was very dusty, into three rough piles. Notes she had already looked over, notes still to look over, and the notes she had made on the notes.

 

Letting her hair fall over her eyes, Sarah closed the leather bound book of notes, and placed it gingerly on the pile of things she had already read. Then, pulling out two sheets of parchment, she started to jot down the key things from that book. There were two main things she could think of. Defensive shields and teleportation, neither where overly exciting, but she was sure there would be questions about them in the exam, so she scribbled drearily onwards anyway.

 

 

 

Running his hand through his rather short hair, Mat let out a rather overly done yawn. It was in the early hours of the morning, and yet he was sat on the sofa of the lounge instead of lying in bed. The sofa was fairly high standard, his master had only owned it for a year and a bit. It was coming up to his end of year exams soon, and he was confident he would pass. He was very lucky, because unlike most others, he had been chosen by a guild official as a personal apprentice. Therefore, he got to stay in his MasterÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s house, instead of the apprentice quarters in the guild. It was rather luxurious he had to admit, but it wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t that much of a privilege. Because he had been chosen, great things where expected of him, and most others disliked him because he was higher ranked than them in the guild.

 

He didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t really care, because he was one of those people who preferred to be on their own most of the time, and if they get on with one or two people, they are perfectly happy the way they are. Mat only really had three friends, and only one of them he saw on a regular basis. It didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t worry mat at all, for he was contempt to being left to his own little world. He was staring out of the glass doors. The lounge led on to the small garden, and in the garden was an ornate fountain. It was beautifully carved, and made out of marble. It depicted a long forgotten goddess, holding a cub in her arms, like a mother holds a baby.

 

Letting his hand fall down into his crossed legs, Mat searched his mind once more. Before he became a member of the guild, he had seen that goddess before somewhere. He sat here on many occasions trying to remember where, but the memory would never come. It was a missing piece of his known history. He had lots of memories from before joining the guild, he was thirteen when he had joined. In thirteen years, you can gain a lot of memories, which is why it was so easy for him to forget one.

 

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[hide=The beads of the dead]The Beads Of The Dead

 

Chapter one.

 

 

 

The rain drummed against the glass windows, and bounced off them. The dim light coming from the moon light the room slightly. The occasional flash of lightning gave complete light for a split second, but that was only every now and then.

 

 

 

Greg placed the warm flannel onto HannahÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s forehead. It was sad to see her like this, her mousy brown hair covering parts of her face, her cracked lips closed and dry. Her old blue jumper still damp, the writing on it fading. Her jeans ripped, and tatty.

 

 

 

Greg reached down under the bed, and pulled out a thick blanket. He carefully laid it onto her to keep her warm. He sighed a deep sigh, and looked out the window. Just as a lightning bolt lit up the sky, he saw a solitary silhouette walking down the hill towards the house. Greg panicked, with all the people disappearing these days, he had the right to be paranoid.

 

 

 

Greg walked over to the window, and watched the rain fall. Suddenly, the rain seemed to turn to hail, the windows shuddered under the power of the winds, and then, there was another flash. The figure was gone. Of course, it was his own imagination. No one in their right mind would walk around in that weather.

 

 

 

A loud noise, of wood being knocked upon filled and echoed around the house. Greg, sighed. Who the hellÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ He stood up, and walked to the front door. He tried to look through the glass to see who it was, but all he saw was the dark of night, so he opened the door.

 

 

 

Faded, and green, a face met his gaze. The stench of rotted flesh flooded greg, who stepped back, to exaimine the visitor. His ribs showed, the skin that covered it once had rotted away. The only clothes he wore was a small loin cloth that hung from the waist down to the knees. His eyes where filled with hatred and rage, and a longing. His jaw hung loose, teeth yellowed.

 

 

 

The thing reached out with its hands, and tried to grab Greg by the shoulders, Greg ducked, and lashed out with his fist. The thing, a zombie Greg had decided, didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t budge. Greg slipped his hand into his pocket, and pulled out a dagger, made out of sturdy steel. He plunged it into where the heart should have been, but the zombie pulled it out, and threw it into the ground.

 

 

 

It sunk into the flooded soil, and Greg whimpered. Lightning flashed again, and when the light faded, he saw the back of another figure, and he could not see the zombie, the figure was blocking his vision of it.

 

 

 

Greg looked at the back of this person. Mousy brown hair hung down to the shoulder. A navy blue jumper hung loose, obviously a side too big and then Greg realised.

 

ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅHannah! What are you doing?ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

[Xewleer]

wow, it has been a long time since you last were posting.

[andufusthebronze]

^ Yes I know. I had a lot of other stuff to do in rl, and then about a week ago, I realised in the midst of it all, I had stopped using possibly my favourite tif board. So, I'm back. :mrgreen:

 

But, can you comment on the actual pieces please?

[Xewleer]

excellent stories, but we would like to see more.

[andufusthebronze]

I know. I am just starting it up now so that I dont have a million threads when I get round to writing the story. :

[JordanGM]

Great storys, I love the first one. Nice to see you again Andufus..

[Nom]

Decent stories, but you need some serious work on commas. There were far too many comma splices and fused sentences in there. And then, on the opposite end of the spectrum, there were a bunch of fragments as well. Look at your sentences a bit more analyticaly and go back to all that elementary school stuff: subject, predicate, direct/indirect objects. It'll make your sentences a lot better.

 

 

 

Besides the grammar, not much to criticize, you're doing good for what, 8th grade I think you've said?

[andufusthebronze]

9th now, I moved up in september.

 

 

 

Thanks nom, I will work on that next time. :

[andufusthebronze]

I've had another major dip in activity here recently. It is because on November the 3rd, I started doing something called NaNoWriMo. Where you try and write 50,000 word novel in a month. And, I started late. AND, I still managed it. So, that explains my inactivity up until december the first.

 

 

 

After this, I could not must the creative juices to flow again, until earlier tonight, so I wrote some stuff for another story. It is called "The Apprentice of the Guild". Anyway, enjoy chapter one, well what is done of it. Chapter one is not over yet.

 

 

 

Chapter one: Sighs and Yawns.

 

 

 

Stifling a sigh as she rubbed her eyes, Sarah sat slouched over her desk. Flickering candles where her only light source, and it was irritating on the eyes. Sarah must have been reading over her notes for at least two hours now. She was soon to sit her entrance exam, and so had to be prepared. Over the four years of teachings from various magicians and folks, Sarah had made enough comments to fill several thick books.

 

Her exam was in two weeks, and her fate rested upon her succession. For, if she failed, she would have to start all over again. If she succeeded, she would join the magic guild as an apprentice, and finally get to try some real magic. She was tired of lifting pots and pans, with only basic supplies of mind runes and a very small enchantment bracelet that her father had bought for her.

 

Sarah squinted down at the book again, and then let her eyes drag away from the page. She had divided the desk, it was old now and was very dusty, into three rough piles. Notes she had already looked over, notes still to look over, and the notes she had made on the notes.

 

Letting her hair fall over her eyes, Sarah closed the leather bound book of notes, and placed it gingerly on the pile of things she had already read. Then, pulling out two sheets of parchment, she started to jot down the key things from that book. There were two main things she could think of. Defensive shields and teleportation, neither where overly exciting, but she was sure there would be questions about them in the exam, so she scribbled drearily onwards anyway.

 

 

 

Running his hand through his rather short hair, Mat let out a rather overly done yawn. It was in the early hours of the morning, and yet he was sat on the sofa of the lounge instead of lying in bed. The sofa was fairly high standard, his master had only owned it for a year and a bit. It was coming up to his end of year exams soon, and he was confident he would pass. He was very lucky, because unlike most others, he had been chosen by a guild official as a personal apprentice. Therefore, he got to stay in his MasterÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s house, instead of the apprentice quarters in the guild. It was rather luxurious he had to admit, but it wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t that much of a privilege. Because he had been chosen, great things where expected of him, and most others disliked him because he was higher ranked than them in the guild.

 

He didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t really care, because he was one of those people who preferred to be on their own most of the time, and if they get on with one or two people, they are perfectly happy the way they are. Mat only really had three friends, and only one of them he saw on a regular basis. It didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t worry mat at all, for he was contempt to being left to his own little world. He was staring out of the glass doors. The lounge led on to the small garden, and in the garden was an ornate fountain. It was beautifully carved, and made out of marble. It depicted a long forgotten goddess, holding a cub in her arms, like a mother holds a baby.

 

Letting his hand fall down into his crossed legs, Mat searched his mind once more. Before he became a member of the guild, he had seen that goddess before somewhere. He sat here on many occasions trying to remember where, but the memory would never come. It was a missing piece of his known history. He had lots of memories from before joining the guild, he was thirteen when he had joined. In thirteen years, you can gain a lot of memories, which is why it was so easy for him to forget one.

[walwave1]

great stories i hope u write more =D> =D>

[amitoz]

Chapter 1: The racist maid

 

 

 

John's eyes flickered open; His body was strewn across the floor. Feeling the life draining from him, as if there was an energy magnet near by. He remained motionless. He groaned in agony. He knew that he was dying; John tried to muster up the energy to stand but failed. He fell into a crumpled heap, but managed to lie on his side. He examined the stab wound that his old friend Phil had dealt to him. John tried to lift his hand, but failed. His magic was failing him. He tried to cast a healing spell on it, but it seamed just to make it worse.

 

 

 

You spelled 'seemed' wrong.

 

 

 

Very excellent stories though on the other hand.

 

Keep it up! O:)

[shotdown12]

Suprise andu! Found this finally. Great work! =D>