Post by Zorel on Dec 4, 2007 18:49:07 GMT -5
Synopsis of how this story works:
Dialogue is a tad different here. For this story, all dialogue will be italicized. All thinking is in bold, and everything else is normal text. Keep that in mind, friends.
Prologue: Despertar de la Muerte
Silence, deathly silence. It wreaks havoc upon the bmind and despair upon the good fortuned. What exactly is silence?
The thoughts of one can be thought of as a simple word: revelation. Truer words have never been spoken. Revelation is exactly what one could name a thought, or a thought as a revelation. Either or, you might say, or, vise versa to use a more commin term.
Revelations are like beings, being released into one's own world. Revelations can live long, happy lives in one's own, or they can die a short life wrought of despair. More often than not, revelations die off quickly. It's a sad day to see one's revelation die when their lives could have blossomed into brilliant collections of revelations.
The life of a revelation can become something horrid, however. Revelations are not to be taken as a simple aspect of ife, but a miracle, perhaps. Possibilities are endless. One's mind conjures a revelation for the good of the world, but every once in a blue moon, the revelation can bloom into a disaster.
The cancer known as a revelation spreads throughout the world in the greatest and the worst of manners. Some revelations, such as a young man named Elth's, can create a remarkable being that creates happiness throughout the land. Other revelations, like a young lady named Haelia's, can become something more deadly, or perhaps...devestating.
Hmmph. I suppose you couldn't possibly explain that in more detail, Mr. Harlan?
Elth glanced up. His quill had been bleeding through the parchment, as if the parchment had been slaughtered by the mere strength of a feather.
I apologize, Madam Reynald, but I'm afraid I can't. However, I have a perfectly good explanation for such matters...
Madam Reynald glared at him with fierce intensity that could strike fear in a lion. Elth leaned back in his seat.
Mr. Harlan! These antics of yours shall not delay this class any longer!
With that Elth stood up. This class was about the history of Atheria, not a dictatorship.
Madam Reynald, have you ever considered the chance that your antics are delaying the class?
The class gasped. A huge mouthful of air entered the young men and women's mouths. The intense argument between the fourteen year old troublemaker and the tense, stiff she-hag were excessively exciting.
Mr. Harlan! I will not stand for this!
With that, Elth walked closer to the woman. He reached for his boot, and flipped his knife out.
I don't follow, Madam Reynard. I'm tired of this ridiculous place, I'm tired of you, I'm tired of all of you!
Elth held the knife in his teeth, and swiftly made his way to the window.
I hope you all choke on your own spit.
He reached back and kicked the window out with his strong foot. He jumped out, leaving the class in an everlasting daze.
One student still couldn't believe what just happened. He coughed, and began to become cross-eyed.
The class whispered.
He's choking on his own spit!
Dialogue is a tad different here. For this story, all dialogue will be italicized. All thinking is in bold, and everything else is normal text. Keep that in mind, friends.
Prologue: Despertar de la Muerte
Silence, deathly silence. It wreaks havoc upon the bmind and despair upon the good fortuned. What exactly is silence?
The thoughts of one can be thought of as a simple word: revelation. Truer words have never been spoken. Revelation is exactly what one could name a thought, or a thought as a revelation. Either or, you might say, or, vise versa to use a more commin term.
Revelations are like beings, being released into one's own world. Revelations can live long, happy lives in one's own, or they can die a short life wrought of despair. More often than not, revelations die off quickly. It's a sad day to see one's revelation die when their lives could have blossomed into brilliant collections of revelations.
The life of a revelation can become something horrid, however. Revelations are not to be taken as a simple aspect of ife, but a miracle, perhaps. Possibilities are endless. One's mind conjures a revelation for the good of the world, but every once in a blue moon, the revelation can bloom into a disaster.
The cancer known as a revelation spreads throughout the world in the greatest and the worst of manners. Some revelations, such as a young man named Elth's, can create a remarkable being that creates happiness throughout the land. Other revelations, like a young lady named Haelia's, can become something more deadly, or perhaps...devestating.
Hmmph. I suppose you couldn't possibly explain that in more detail, Mr. Harlan?
Elth glanced up. His quill had been bleeding through the parchment, as if the parchment had been slaughtered by the mere strength of a feather.
I apologize, Madam Reynald, but I'm afraid I can't. However, I have a perfectly good explanation for such matters...
Madam Reynald glared at him with fierce intensity that could strike fear in a lion. Elth leaned back in his seat.
Mr. Harlan! These antics of yours shall not delay this class any longer!
With that Elth stood up. This class was about the history of Atheria, not a dictatorship.
Madam Reynald, have you ever considered the chance that your antics are delaying the class?
The class gasped. A huge mouthful of air entered the young men and women's mouths. The intense argument between the fourteen year old troublemaker and the tense, stiff she-hag were excessively exciting.
Mr. Harlan! I will not stand for this!
With that, Elth walked closer to the woman. He reached for his boot, and flipped his knife out.
I don't follow, Madam Reynard. I'm tired of this ridiculous place, I'm tired of you, I'm tired of all of you!
Elth held the knife in his teeth, and swiftly made his way to the window.
I hope you all choke on your own spit.
He reached back and kicked the window out with his strong foot. He jumped out, leaving the class in an everlasting daze.
One student still couldn't believe what just happened. He coughed, and began to become cross-eyed.
The class whispered.
He's choking on his own spit!