Daily Post - Break

I'm going to take a break from the Freewrites for awhile in favor of hashing out some ideas for new stories as well as work on Men and Giants.

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Blog Post

Didn't manage to get a post up yesterday. Hoping to get one up tomorrow.

Learning Curve

Daily Freewrite - Malevolence - March 17, 2014

Malevolence

Data Log - Entry 104 - Emperor Brom

It is official, humanity has harnessed destruction itself. As I gazed upon the weapon that we created, all I could think of was the havoc we would be able to wreak on our enemies. The starship Malevolence was complete. Utilizing the power of dark matter, we have created a super weapon that is capable of decimating enemy fleets. The Eldarin Alliance would be crushed, and the Terrok Empire would be brought to its knees. Humanity's hold on the Old Eldarin Federation was sound, but this device would cement our legacy for centuries to come. None could stand in our path and survive. Even now, the Malevolence, capital ship of her own fleet,  was on route to Terrok and end the Terrokar hold on that region. The Eldarin resistance would be dealt with soon enough. As I now gaze upon humanity's growing armies, I have no doubt in my mind that we will become the sole power in the galaxy. None shall remain when I am finished.

- Entry Terminated -

Daily Freewrite

Not in the mood today.

Daily Freewrite - Forgotten Overnight - March 15, 2014

Just another normal day. I awoke to birds singing, and the sun shining through my window. It was a beautiful day and I had a good feeling about school today. Well better get ready. I had a shower, got dressed and made my way downstairs for breakfast. I walked into the kitchen and said "Good morning, mom," and what happened next was completely unprecedented. My mom shrieked and grabbed a knife. "Who are you?!" she screamed. "What are you doing in my house?! Bill, get down here! There's a strange kid in our house." My dad angrily ran down the stairs. "What the hell is going on?! It's me! Jason! Your son!" "We don't have a son!" my mother shot back. My dad arrived with his gun pointed at my face and told me to get out or he'd shoot. Terribly confused, I ran outside. This was insane and I didn't know what to do now. The only thing I could think of doing was going to my friend Gale's house. I sprinted down my street to his house and when I got there he was just leaving for school. "Gale!" I yelled, out of breath. "Excuse me?" he said. "Gale, when I woke up, my family acted as if they didn't know me and I don't know what to do." That's great, buddy, but I have no idea who you are and you're kinda freaking me out, so beat it." I was in shock. It was as if I had never existed. I had absolutely no idea what to do. I turned around and walked back down the street to see if anyone, anyone at all, knew who I was.

Daily Freewrite - The Last of Us - March 14, 2014

We were told that we were the last. We were told that we were the sole remaining relics of a lost world. They tried to make us believe that The Great War had wiped out humanity and that we would only be safe with the protection of their underground vault. Wow, were we ever naive. The fallacies that they pumped into our minds forced us to conform to their whims, but I had greater ambitions. I, and my partner Thaedra, dreamed of a rebuilt earth outside our walls. I longed for freedom, and I would stop at nothing to achieve it. We had one shot to escape, and that was through the guards at the vault entrance. Thaedra stole a vault code from a guard's desk and we snuck past security to get to the door. We activated the locking mechanism, and the door shifted with a loud creak. It slowly rolled open, and together, we walked out into the supposed wasteland. What we saw, was not entirely unexpected. It was what we hoped for. Paradise. 


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Daily Freewrite - The Federation Part 2 - March 13, 2014

They were coming for me, it was just a matter of time. They would find me, and either blast me on sight or take me prisoner for some abominable torture. I could not help but feel anger rising up inside me. Eldarin were trained to bear no emotion and yet, there it was. Millions of my kin were dying at the hands of these traitorous humans and I had a part in their invitation to our glorious federation in the first place. I, Highlord Verus was one of the many Eldarin who wished for them to join us believing that they possessed much for us in return. The other races were hesitant but we overpowered them and thus, the humans were inducted into the Eldarin Federation. We should have listened. We should have known the danger that was lurking in humanity. In all our supposed wisdom, we were blinded by ignorance. The very ambition and drive that we admired in mankind is what is leading to the fall of our civilization. My decisions were not grounded in wisdom and therefore unwise. The burden of my entire race's survival now rests on my shoulders, and I can do nothing. All there is to be done now is wait patiently for them to come for me. Wait out this genocide. Wait out this slaughter. Wait out the death of the Eldarin...


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Daily Freewrite - The Federation - March 12, 2014

Their decisions led to their fall, not our actions. The Eldarin had long watched Earth. They had watched us grow from fire-building neanderthals to a technologically advanced species. They saw the potential and ambitious fire in our eyes and they respected it. They too were there when we destroyed ourselves... 50 years before we forced their hand, we began committing unspeakable atrocities, creating weapons of mass slaughter, and decimating our own cities and people. Earth fought a 30 year long war that left the world scarred and deformed. Man would have been gone within a century had the Eldarin not come. 200 years ago by Earth's calendar, they arrived. When the race of long-necked, extraterrestrial life forms that held extraordinary power set foot on our world, it was a glorious day for man. They contacted our leaders with an offer that we could not refuse. They extended an invitation to join them and their Federation. The Eldarin Federation stood as a beacon of hope in the universe, providing support to over fifty planets across the galaxy, as well as their own seats in the government. They were striving to ensure our survival and to include us in the inner workings of the universe. The majority of us were shipped off world to the Eldarin home world of Galdriss Prime. Here we have stayed, we have learned, and we have served. Mankind has fought with the Federation, bled for the Federation, and died for the Federation and still all other races think us children. We have been nursing old wounds, sharpening old hatreds, and rebuilding Earth's once mighty power. Earth may be gone, but it will be reborn in the fires of revolution. I, Senator Brom, leader of the New United Earth, will do what is necessary to protect humanity's interests. Galdriss will fall, the Eldarin will parish, and humans will sit on the throne of a new galactic empire. I now watch as humanity cuts swathes through the Federation and usurps those we once called our allies. Ironic, the very ambition and courage that the Eldarin admired about us would be their downfall.


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Daily Freewrite - Family Fun - March 11, 2014

"Billy! Jan! It's time for dinner!" "Oh boy!" I thought. I remembered that mom had prepared some of the meat from dad's store and I was looking oh so forward to it. I dashed down the stairs to the dining room to meet my family. "Say grace, boy," my dad said. He was a rough man, but not unkind. I quickly mumbled some rites, eager to dig in to the succulent meal my mother prepared. We ate in silence for close to three minutes. The silence was broken by mother. "It's family game night, what are we going to play tonight?" "Let's play Monopoly!" I yelped. "Now now, Billy, you had your turn last week, it's Jan's turn today." "Aaawwwww," I groaned. "I want to play Operation!" My little sister exclaimed. That could be fun. "Alright, sweetie, you go get the board and we'll go to the living room. Jan left and came back five minutes later dragging the board behind her. I grabbed the tools from the cabinet and we began. Jan went first and successfully removed the kidneys. I wasn't going to let her win so easily. I removed the brain. Our entire family won the game of Operation like we always did. Nobody loses in this house because we're so good at it. I went to sleep shortly after we'd finished. "That was so much fun," I thought.

I awoke the next morning and flipped the tv on.

***BREAKING NEWS***

A man was reported missing yesterday afternoon and we've just received word that blood has been found inside his ransacked apartment. The blood trailed across the floor to his main window. It's a complete mystery as to what happened there and the location of the man is still a mystery. We will let you know when further details are aquired.

I turned the tv off. That was no man, it was an Operation board. "Silly reporters," I said with a giggle. Dad was at work today, maybe he'd buy us another Operation board.

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The Tree - Daily Freewrite - March 9, 2014

Writing 12:

The tree creaked and cracked in the terrifying wind
It moaned and groaned under the onslaught of the storm
The emerald leaves lay scattered across the forest floor
The old oak's end was nigh
All it had seen and knew at the risk of being lost
With one final strike of the gale, the tree fell...


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The Dead End - Daily Freewrite - March 7, 2014

Another short story I wrote in Writing 12

He walked down the cold, damp stairwell. The shadows closed in all around him. He did not know how he came to be there, nor where he was headed. It became darker, and darker, until finally the hall opened up into a dimly lit corridor, slightly larger than the hallway. He saw light at the far end of the tunnel. He celebrated that he had finally made it out, but as he approached the light, a blood chilling sight lay at the root of it. A small girl, with auburn coloured hair stood there with a candle in her hand. She wore a pink summer dress, odd attire for this hellish place. She beckoned him with her hand and he followed in turn. As he followed the strange girl through the labyrinth of hallways, he felt a sinister presence that permeated the place. He regretted the decision to follow the girl, but he could not turn back now for he was more lost than before. Some manner of corruption was forcing him to continue. They came to a stop where the hallway did not continue. The girl turned to the man, held out her arm and pointed to the dead end ahead. There, on the floor was a pile of bones, bones that undoubtedly belonged to the little girl. Those bone were the last things he ever saw, for he had come to the dead end and now he too, like the child, was cursed to lead others to the dead end forever...

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Daily Post - March 6, 2014

Got nothing tonight I'm too tired. I'll pick it up next week.

Daily Post - March 5, 2014

Today, I learned that I am the master of making my teachers think I have more done than I do. A nice little twist of the words and they believe I'm almost done an essay when really I just have the thesis. The Kiterunner is very low on my list of favourite books, so I'm hesitant to begin said essay without having read most of the book. I guess I'll have to employ another one of my skills: winging novel essays and tests without having read the book at all. My basketball team lost our game today, and there are just three more in my entire career. Like I've said, more of my time will be put into writing after all of this is over, so there's that. Yea, just some thoughts for today.

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Daily Freewrite - March 5, 2014 - Prophecy of Two

This is an excerpt from the human book of poetry in the Ancient Texts - Men and Giants

In the wake of the scaled one's destruction

Two shall arise together

Large and small will assimilate

To unite two kingdoms as one

The city of light will cross the sea

And the gods shall grant them speed

The two shall lead 

Army of light shall follow

An age of chaos will end

And peace will once again be known

I have to basically write the Bible.. Going to be pretty tricky but here's a start.

George R.R. Martin

Daily Freewrite - March 4, 2014 - Den of Monsters

This is a little short story I wrote in writing 12 last semester:

In the morning I see things have gotten worse. My face appears to have aged ten years overnight. Have I aged ten years in actuality I cannot remember. I've lost track of time. Hours, days, weeks, months, years, none of them matter anymore. Nothing matters ever since IT happened. The enjoyable has been destroyed. I forget the taste of food, the touch of grass, the sound of birds, and the feeling of love. Unspeakable horrors plague my days, and uncountable nightmares haunt my nights. What I once knew to be good is now gone. The evil taint of mankind has devoured this earth until there was nothing left. We dried up its resources, and impregnated it with our corrupt desires. We went down a path of chaos in the name of progress, and blind ambition. Greed came before need, powers rose and fell, and the deeds of man plunged us into war. What's done is done and life goes on. Life... Heh.. It's just a joke now. Death is beginning to look more attractive by the day, and it's attempts to seduce me have almost won. The damned harlot has almost grasped me in her shadowy claws. Well, it's time to go. I left the mirror, grabbed my belongings and stepped out the door. This house I had stayed in belonged to a family once. A hardworking father, a caring mother, an energetic little boy, and a sweet little girl. All turned to ash and now just a hovel to keep a wretch like me under a roof for another few hours. Rifle in hand, I trudged out into the nuclear wasteland that we've created for ourselves. This desolate land was once Chicago. At least, it may have been Chicago. Memories of better days no longer have a place in this world. Chicago is a city no longer, but instead, a den of monsters.

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Thoughts

Well, plot twist, I won an iPad today at the banquet. Pretty crazy but now I can use it for writing! Yay! So yea, doing things from this thing in place of a laptop for now. Thoughts are boiling for some daily freewrite ideas as well as ideas for Men and Giants. Things are looking pretty good!

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Basketball

Might have se trouble getting some posts up in the next few days. Basketball provincials are this week so I'm going to be hard pressed for free time.

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Tolkien

Daily Free Write - March 3, 2014

Another days work. Another day of "saving lives." This is what I told myself every day when I came home at 8:00. Life as a censorist was a life of guilt and regret. A censorist was a position only given to certain people. The Charred Council sent it's lackeys out onto the streets of New London every day looking for specific types of people. People that had a keen eye. People who had street smarts. People who could take care of themselves if things got ugly. People like me. My name is George Ronald and I am a censorist operating in the Mantis District. When the council brought me in, they ordered me to do something that would be considered morally wrong: Spy on people and report all of their "wrongdoings" to the Charred Council. This was the job of the censorist. A censorist was essentially a glorified snitch but hey, it got me off the streets, allowed me to purchase a home, and it pays the bills and puts food on the table. Was it all worth it though? My family disowned me, and my friends and peers shunned me. All I have is my job and my house. This would be the day that I snapped. I grabbed my weapon out from it's holster and examined it. This would be the weapon that would put a swift end to this civilization. Through my eyes, the world would see freedom again and we would elect a government for the people like the days of old. I am going to kill the Charred Council...

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Daily Post - March 3, 2014

Today, my friend read over the first few chapters of the book and gave me some of the first concrete criticism that I've seen since I started this thing. He said that I rushed the description of one or two of my characters too much. The giant Hrothor is not explicitly named a nephilim until halfway through his first chapter. I'm stuck between the two descriptive problems I tend to face: Too much description so that it clogs up the text, and too little description so that people can't get a clear image of how the character looks. I adequately described the human Rowan at the beginning but I really need to work on the description of Hrothor. That delicate balance must always be struck in anything you write. give your audience a satisfactory amount of description without giving too much right away. Hrothor, in my own head, is my favourite character in the universe that I've created. He deserves a great deal of description, and seeing as my friend could not see that he was a giant until partway through the chapter, I have a lot of work to do.


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Arthas, The Lich King

Arthas has a huge influence on me when it comes to coming up with villains.

Daily blog

Today I was able to design a couple more factions in Vaeldrin, the city of Balion being at the forefront. Halfway done another Rowan POV chapter and it is the beginning of Rowan's true adventures and travels. Things are starting to come into play to create the basis of the main plot of this series.

Concept Art for the Floating Cities of Man - Borrowed from Dalaran concept art (Warcraft)

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This is my idea of the cities of Melienne, Rom etc. I picture them to look very similar to these with some slight variations.

Men and Giants

Name of the book is in the works, as well as the actual book. Follow me as I continue this project and, hopefully, get it published. Plot and storyline are intact as well as characters. I know where I am going but the fun part is the journey