So, I was thinking...I have debated whether or not I will post any of the stories I do in my free time here. Before I go any further with that; does anyone want me to write a story for them? Anything but Porn.
All I have available is a very religious Christmas thing I did for someone a while back; based on a song. I need the other computer to get a short story. Shouldn't be much longer. Here's one, I don't really remember why I did this, other than being a Valentine's Special. Molly's Valentine Every year on February 14th, Red City Middle School holds a Valentines day Carnival. There were rides, and games and all the other things you see at normal carnivals, except that the Middle School students operate everything. The money they earn is used to improve their school. In addition to the carnival, the School holds a party on Feb. 13, during which students by pink or red roses for their crushes. Although the 14 was her birthday, Molly hated this time of year more than any other. She was in seventh grade, though the year was almost over, and being the beautiful princess she was, Molly had many admirers. She refused them all, however, because she had seen with her very own eyes the pain love causes. This was not to say, however, that she didn't feel an attraction for anyone. She felt a very strong attraction for one man, and it was this reason she was so miserable. Valentine's day had come, and the Pryce girls' birthday party was approaching. It was Friday, but there was no school for the holiday. Holly, Polly, Lolly, and Ben were all working hard, getting the party set up. There were a lot of kids coming, but Molly's closest friends were already there...except for Rupen. "What are you going to do with these roses, Molly?" asked Julia now, picking one up off Molly's bed. "Oh, I don't know," Molly replied, "Burn them probably. Unless you want them." "I didn't get any myself," Julia replied, straightening the Christmas Tinsel in her hair, "I don't care about the boys, but the flowers are pretty." Molly always had trouble keeping a straight face when Julia played with her tinsel. No one knew why she wore it, year round (swapping colors every so often), but everyone said she was crazy. Molly was the only popular girl she had as a friend, besides Fay. "You can have them, Jules," Molly told her, "Just don't forget them here, or they'll be trashed." Julia seemed to think for a long time about something before finally shaking her head. "I don't want them," she said at last, "I didn't keep any Valentines, either." "Yeah," said Fay, "It's really pointless...where's Rupen?" "I don' reckon he'll be here," Vitani replied, looking around, "He's still with that Mary gal." "Oh," said Molly, disguising her hurt, "they've been together for a long time...are they engaged?" "That's what everyone says," Julia answered, "But I've never actually asked him." "We hate Mary too, Hon," Vitani told Molly, "I'm the only one brave enough to tell him she ain't no good, though." "You told him, then?" asked Molly, smiling. Vitani always had been the bravest of them. But then, she was two years older, and in High School. "Yeah, I told him," Vitani said with a shrug, "He reckons he don't care what happens between 'em, though." Molly didn't say anything, but Rupen's supposed engagement to Mary hurt her very deeply. He was the only person she had ever felt truly understood her. They got along perfectly, and though she knew from stories her father had told her how hard Rupen's childhood had been, she felt he had gone through everything she had. Maybe it was just because he had always been around their house when she was growing up, but he was close to her, closer than family. When the party actually started, Molly followed everyone else outside, and opened her presents. The ones from her friends she kept, but the ones the other boys had sent her she did not even pretend to show interest in. When that was done, they took to playing party games. Fay and Vitani joined in, but Molly and Julia didn't. Mike Sanders, who was obsessed with Molly, and did his best to stalk her, spotted them and came over. "Hey Molly," he said with a grin, "Want to dance? Play spin the bottle?" He pretended Julia wasn't there. "No thanks," Molly replied sweetly, "I don't like those games." And she and Julia attempted to walk away. Mike blocked their path. "How about twister?" he persisted. "Molly, you can't avoid me forever." "How 'bout if she tells Vitani you won't leave her alone?" said Julia, sidestepping Mike and pulling Molly after her. "That won't work," Mike replied, grabbing Molly's other hand and attempting to pull her back to him, "I'm not afraid of a girl." "Maybe you're afraid of Rupen?" asked Julia, smiling, "He's headed this way, Mike. You don't want him to catch you harassing his best friend's daughter, do you?" Mike let go instantly, going pale with fear. He had harassed Molly enough once before to get her to tell Rupen, and the result had not been good. Rupen had a way of scaring people when he talked to them man-to-man. "Hey Molly, Julia, Mike," said Rupen, walking over with Ben just then, "Everything ok?" He smiled at Julia, who had secretly signaled him when Mike came over. "Yeah," said Mike, shaken, "Just-just talking." and he walked away. Ben laughed and clapped Rupen on the shoulder. "He nearly wet himself when he saw you, Rupen." he said, wiping tears from his eyes, "Oh, I wish I had that affect on kids...then maybe they'd listen when I come talk to them about Health and STD's and all that." "You still do that?" said Rupen, laughing, "Maybe you should bring me along sometime. Then I could quiet them down for you." Ben nodded, and Julia giggled. "So, Rupen," said Molly, looking around for any sign of Mary, "Did you come alone?" "Yeah," Rupen said, "Mary went off with some of her friends. I came to wish you a happy birthday and give you your present. Plus Nigel and Chloe's car broke down, I gave them a ride." "Yeah," said Ben, "Which reminds me, I have to go talk to them...they won't want young Natalie playing in this crowd." and he walked off. Julia, too, left, saying she was going to get something to drink. Now Molly and Rupen were alone. "So what are you doing for Valentine's Day?" Molly asked him. "Oh, Mary and some of her friends are bringing me to the carnival with them." he replied, making a bored face. Molly giggled. "What about you, Molly?" he asked. "Oh, Um..." she blushed, "I don't know...dad's making us all go, but I don't know what I'll do there." "No date?" said Rupen. "Nah," said Molly, "You know how I feel about that stuff." "Your mother was a strong believer in love, Molly," Rupen said quietly, "And she knew just about everything there is to know." "Yeah," said Molly, "But she's not here to talk to me." "I am," he said, putting his hands in his pockets, "Why don't you come with me tonight?" "I can't," she replied, "Not if Mary's there." They were silent for a moment. When next Rupen spoke, in was in a tone Molly had never heard him use before. A quiet, dark voice. "Be honest with me, Molly. Has Mary ever hit you?" Molly was caught off-guard, and was certain her face must have betrayed her. The honest answer was yes, but she couldn't tell him that. He really thought he loved Mary. But Molly had never lied to Rupen before, and it hurt her terribly to do so. "No, Rupen, she never hurt me," she answered at last, "Why do you ask?" "I noticed how you and your sisters don't get along with her," Rupen replied, "And I've seen you with red marks on your face more than once." "Me and my sisters were roughhousing," Molly lied quickly, "That was all." "Well, ok," said Rupen, though he didn't sound too convinced. "I have to get going, Molly. I left your presents on the porch." "Ok," said Molly, hugging him briefly, "Good bye." "Take care, Princess." Rupen said, and left. Later that Night, at the Carnival. Ben drove Molly and her sisters to the carnival, accompanied by a girl his age named Fawkes, whom he was attending the carnival with. He had no intention of dating or remarrying, but felt it was best if his daughters thought he was in love. When they arrived, Holly, Polly, and Lolly went off together, then Ben and Fawkes. Molly went off to find Julia, Vitani, and Fay. They were supposed to meet with Constance and go off together, but she found them at the snack bar, and took a seat by them. "What are you guys still doing here?" she asked, smiling at them. "Waiting for Constance." Julia replied, straightening her red tinsel, "Why don't you come with us, Molly?" Molly shook her head. "I don't want to," she said, "I'm going to spend some time alone." "Not if Sanders finds you you won't." said Vitani with a grin. Molly laughed. "Oh, he won't find me," she said matter-of-factly, "I'll be hiding...sort of. I'll be in an unnoticed place." Vitani chuckled to herself. "No offense hon," she said, "But y'all don't seem to bring much attention to yerself anyway, an' he still finds ya." Molly shrugged and said that she would find a way. Then Constance came to get Fay, Julia, and Vitani. They asked Molly one last time to join them, but she declined and went off on her own. The sky was a deep black, the stars and moon shining brightly. The Carnival was full of brightly colored lights, mainly signs indicating What was what. She heard fireworks going off somewhere to her left, but could not see them. She knew they were just boys showing off, anyway. She walked on through the carnival, looking at each booth as she passed. They were all run by Middle School Students or Teachers. She walked quickly through the masses of students and adults alike, trying not to draw attention to herself. At last she reached the Fortune Telling booth, which was covered in Shadow, the last booth in the Carnival. She sat down in the grass behind it, and leaned against the back of the booth. She thought about Rupen, and Mary. How awful it would be if they got married. She wondered if it would change Rupen's friendship with her. After about ten minutes, she was brought out of her reverie by the sound of approaching footsteps. Then she heard Mary giggle. "Come on, Rupen," Mary was saying, "Let's go on the swan ride." "Nah," came Rupen's reply, "That's not really my thing." "Why not?" Mary sounded angry. By now they had come to a stop in front of the booth, and Molly could see them...just barely. She held her breath and prayed they couldn't see her. But Rupen glanced up and saw her. "Come on Mary," he whispered, as he payed for his fortune to be read, "Let's invite Molly to come with us." "No!" said Mary firmly, "This is our night. Why are you getting a fortune? You know they're just stupid hoaxes." Rupen smiled at the girl running the booth, who was shuffling the little slips of parchment with fortunes written on them. "Maybe," he told Mary, "But...you never know, do you?" The girl handed him his fortune, and he thanked her, and started off slowly, reading his fortune as he went. "Wait!" The girl cried out suddenly, "You payed me too much!" Rupen must not have heard her, because he kept walking. "Lemme see your fortune." Mary commanded, yanking it out of his hands. "In the shadows you'll find someone who needs you above all else." She read aloud, and tossed it away. "You see how stupid that is?" "Maybe not," said Rupen, his eyes on Molly, who had hidden herself by scrunching up against the booth more, and turning her back on them, "But you never know. Come on, let's go see Molly." "No." said Mary, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Rupen nodded and started toward Molly. "Wait!" Mary called out, making him stop and turn around, "If you go over there, Rupen, then we're through." "Ok," said Rupen, "Then we're through." And with that, he walked away. Mary was incredulous, cursing Rupen and his family and then storming off angrily. "Hey there Molly," Rupen said when he reached her. Then he pulled her to her feet. "What do you say, Molly? Wanna be my Valentine?" He was smiling, just as he always had done when he teased her, only this time was different. Molly looked up at him, with tears in her eyes. "Oh, Rupen," she said, hugging him, "I heard everything! Why did you do it? You were so happy with her!" Rupen looked around, embarrassed, and tried to free himself from her grip. In the end, he submitted, and patted Molly's back. "I wasn't happy, Molly," he said, "Because you weren't. How can I be happy if you're not? We are practically family." Molly giggled. "I guess you're right." she said. "Of course I am," Rupen said simply, "Now come on." Then they walked off together. Neither of them knew it, but Rupen's fortune had slowly floated to the ground, face down. On the back was scrawled: 'What you do tonight will affect the rest of your life,Depending on the decision you make. If you choose the right one, you and your loved ones will be one step closer to eternal happiness.' Rupen never knew of his second fortune, but it came true, nonetheless.
Father's day special 2008 "Where do you think we'll be going?" Sam asked, looking around the empty Great Hall for her father. He had told them to meet him here, but he was nowhere in sight. "I dunno," said Cindy honestly, "but you know dad...he likes to make an appearance." Truth be told, he hadn't specified what they would be doing, just that they were training...in the dead of night. "Just stay calm guys," said Donna, searching the room with AP, "he's here...I'm sure of it." "I dunno," said Sam doubtfully, "if he was, wouldn't he hide his energy?" "A Sakai can sense life force itself, young Master," Donna explained, "I'm certain Master Rupen is here." "He's your dad, Don," Sam said irritably, "you should refer to him as such." "Mother says I should call him Master." "Yeah...but your mom says a lot of things I don't agree with." Sam said hotly. "You are more like father than I." Donna said simply. "That's enough," came Rupen's voice suddenly, "I won't have my girls arguing." Cindy jumped. "Where are you, dad?" asked Sam, laughing. "Can't you sense me?" Rupen asked. A shadow rose from the floor, surrounding Sam. The young Sabrean had been taught well, however, and she leaped clear of Rupen's arms as he solidified. She landed a few feet away, still smiling. "You've grown very quick," Rupen praised her happily, "but...I'm sorry to say your training is about to intensify." "Where's Natalie?" Cindy asked, "Isn't she your apprentice, too?" "Young Natalie feels she doesn't need my instruction," Rupen said quietly, "we'll be alone tonight, girls...just you and me. And where we're going is very dangerous, so do exactly as I say." "Mom says we have nothing to fear as long as we're with you." "Yeah..." said Rupen, "just listen to me, ok Cindy?" "Yeah, I won't give any trouble." Cindy said quickly. "Can I ask where we're going?" Sam asked, as they followed Rupen out of the great hall. "You can," Rupen said, "but that doesn't mean I'll tell you." As they walked Sam noticed that, for whatever reason, the corridors were not empty, as they usually were at night. In fact, both Vitani and Sam (Donna and Cindy's mother) stopped them on their way out. "Are y'all goin' t' train?" Vitani asked, looking at Rupen curiously. "Yeah," he said, "don't worry, we'll be back soon enough." "Oh I know y'all're gonna come back," Vitani said quickly, "I jus' wanted t' say goodbye." She took hold of young Sam, and kissed her. "Mom...stop it," Sam said, blushing, "we're supposed to be Sabreans." "We are, hon," Vitani said, smiling, "but that don't make no difference." Sam disagreed, however, and ducked away from Vitani. "Really, Sam," Rupen said disapprovingly. "No, no," Vitani said with a sigh, "she's just acting like her father...and thank God for that." Sam smiled as she always did when she was compared to her father. Vitani hugged Cindy and Donna too. "We're gonna be late," Rupen said then, glancing at his watch, "the shuttle leaves in five minutes." "Ok," said Vitani, hugging him, "just be careful, Rupen...you hear me?" Rupen laughed. "Cindy, Donna," said the older Sam, kneeling to be at eye-level with them, "will you promise me to do exactly as Master Rupen says?" "Yes, Mother," said Cindy, and Donna nodded alongside her. "Good," said Sam, standing up, "I hate to delay you further Master Rupen...but Young Natalie was caught sneaking into the Time Chamber again." "Well she can't get through now," said Rupen calmly, "so there's no harm in her trying." "There is more to it this time..." said Sam quietly, pulling Rupen in close, so she could whisper in his ear, "she was also found with your photo album...or rather, Ben's album with all your pictures in it." "Huh," said Rupen thoughtfully, "I can't imagine why she'd want that..." "I kin," said Vitani quietly, "she...she sees you as her rival, Rupen...an' she's determined to learn as much's she kin about you...Christ, I've known that since she took an interest in our family history!" At her words, Rupen froze. The look in his eyes chilled Vitani's bones. "W-what is it?" she whispered, frightened. "No...what did you tell her about our family?" Rupen demanded, taking hold of Vitani. "Just about dad...normal stuff, Rupen, why are ya so worried?" "Don't you see, Vitani? If you've told her enough...she'll deduce that she's able to wield Crossblade...and she'll take it...and then we may lose her completely." "Oh, Rupen..." said Vitani, hugging him again, "ya don't got nothin' t' worry about. She might be d'termined to be better then you...but she wouldn't risk losing herself to do it...she's nothin' like you was as a kid." "Besides," said young Sam calmly, "Crossblade's always with you." Rupen nodded, but still seemed troubled about something. "Just do me a favor, and tell Chloe to keep an eye on her," he said, kissing Vitani and Sam, "she's a sharp child, with great potential...and whether she likes it or not, she is my pupil. Therefore, I am the one responsible, should she turn Sith." "She won't turn Sith, Rupen." came Chloe's voice from behind them. Rupen turned to see her standing next to Cindy. "How can you be sure?" Sam asked interestedly. "Because, Sam, mom's gotta sense fer this kinda thing," Chloe said, smiling, "plus Rupen's her Master...he was mine , too, an' I turned out fine." Without further ado, Rupen and the children boarded the shuttle, piloted by Net, and set out for their destination. "Are ya ready to tell us where we're going?" Donna asked. Rupen, who had been meditating, opened his eyes, which twinkled strangely. "If I did that, it wouldn't be a surprise." Sam sat down next to him, and joined him in meditation. Donna blinked, confused. "Will I find out by meditating?" she asked. "That depends on you..." Rupen answered, and resumed meditation. Finally, they arrived. The girls still had no clue where they were. Net beamed them off the ship, and they found themselves surrounded by trees... "Alright," said Rupen, turning to face them, "for this training session...all you have is yourselves. The only thing you have to accomplish is keeping up with me...aside from not getting lost." "That hardly sounds like training." said Donna quietly. "You'd be surprised what a brisk run can do for you..."said Rupen, "especially when you're running through the jungle..." With that, he took off. "Geez!" Cindy yelled, "Did you see that?!" A giant wasp had flown by, knocking her down. "Keep moving!" Sam replied, stopping to help her half-sister to her feet, "Remember...all we have to do is keep up!" Their training session had been going for nearly five hours now. Rupen was nowhere in sight....and he moved with such stealth, there was no movement to be heard. The girls soon realized they were not training their eyes or ears...but their ability to sense life energy. This, too, was difficult, as Rupen always suppressed the energy he gave off. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Rupen was standing high atop a cliff. His eyes were closed...using the AP he monitored his underlings' progress. He was not surprised to see Sam shared his weakness...while stopping to help Cindy, she had been stung. Yet she masked her pain, and blasted the insect calmly. A fair distance ahead of them, a presence suddenly appeared. Rupen smiled when he sensed it. Natalie had taught herself how to teleport...and had joined them. "Stop!" Donna gasped, falling to her knees. The three had just emerged from the trees, and found themselves next to a river. It was at least thirty feet across, the water was crystal-clear, and flowing rapidly. "What's the deal?" Sam asked sharply, looking at Donna, "You're a Sakai...you should be better than I am." "I'm half-Sakai!" Donna snapped, breathing heavily. "We should brought Luke..." said Sam, shaking her head. "Luke?" Natalie's voice repeated, "That boy...he'll grow to be just as weak as your father." "Take that back!" Sam shouted, staring across the river. "Why should I?" Natalie asked as she became visible, and flew over to them, "You gonna hurt me, little Sam?" Sam's face burned with anger, but she held back. Natalie touched down before them. "Your father isn't much farther," Natalie said then, pointing across the river, "he's stopped on a cliff about a mile that way. Of course..."she glanced disapprovingly at Donna- "...it doesn't look like you'll make it before he comes looking for you...thinking you're lost." she laughed. "That's why you're all so weak...being apprenticed under Rupen has made you believe he's powerful...and maybe he was...once. But he's too old now. Already he grows slow." "Why don't you tell him that?" Cindy asked coldly. "I have," said Natalie truthfully, "being the spineless coward he is, he just laughed and told me to enjoy my youth." Sam pounced her, and they fell to the ground, clawing and biting at each other like wild animals. Cindy was about to break them up when a terrifying screech met their ears. Natalie froze. "That...sounds a lot like..." she started, climbing off Sam. "It's an Oblivion Elite!" Donna finished, "Run!" The four of them took to the air. "Let's find Rupen," said Natalie. "I thought he was weaker than you!" Sam yelled savagely, swerving to avoid a tree. "I've never faced an Elite before," Natalie admitted, "your father has...now come on!" She rolled over, fired a few blasts backwards...and collided with a tree. Donna and Cindy sped passed her, unaware. Sam came to her aid. "You alright?" she asked gruffly, lifting Natalie's head. "Yeah," she replied, rubbing her neck, "just a bump..." The Elite roared again. "I can feel Rupen's energy," said Natalie, jumping to her feet, "he's coming for us, but he won't make it in time...the Elite is too fast." "We have to hold it off until he gets here," said Sam. "Right," Natalie agreed, "we can't let it get the others..." As the Elite approached, Natalie and Sam worked as a team, and combined all their energy into a single ball, which they turned into a barrier, enclosing them and everything around them. The Elite could not get through until their barrier was destroyed. This was accomplish by the Elite by crashing repeatedly into the barrier. Soon, Sam and Natalie grew weak. The barrier faded, and they collapsed...the Elite swooped in on them...but Rupen's blast collided with it, drawing its attention. The Elite forgot the children, and fought Rupen, who quickly vanquished it.... "Is that a true story, mom?" Natalie's daughter asked as she pulled the blanket up to her chin. "It sure is," Natalie replied, her eyes twinkling as she recalled that day, so many years ago, "yes...we learned later that the Elite was not an Elite at all...it was Rupen. You see, he had the ability to shape-shift. His plan was to bring Sam and I together." "How did you learn the Elite was Rupen?" Her daughter asked, interested. "Rupen told us..." she answered quietly, "shortly before he passed away..." "Will I ever meet him?" "Remember when I told you about the stars?" Natalie asked, "How the great warriors look down on us from up there?" "Yeah..." said her daughter sleepily. "Rupen's up there. If you ever feel lost or scared, just remember that, and ask him for help." "Did Rupen believe that, too?" "He did. Where do you think I learned it?" "I wish...I wish Grandpa was still alive...I never got to meet him." "Hush child," said Natalie, "go to sleep." Once she was sure young Chloe was asleep, Natalie went out onto the roof. There, Luke and Sam were star gazing. "We heard your story," said Sam, "you're a good storyteller." "Not as good as your father was," Natalie replied, "just think...were it not for him, we would hate each other." "Yeah," said Sam, "and you and Luke never would have married." She stared up at a particularly bright star, which seemed to wink at her. "Thank you, Dad..." she said quietly. The star winked. Special. The characters recur because these are the specials in a series. The series is not worth reading because my brother adds stuff in here and there. It's kinda hard to explain.
You should go to Mibba.com and submit stuff there. then you'll get feedback from fellow writers and you can look at their works to improve on your own.
Thanks, I'm glad you think so. Update: He Was a Soldier As I stand in this inn bedroom, watching a forest blazing even brighter than the sun, not more than a mile away, I can't help but remember him...and the way things were forty years ago. It was the time of the great war, Humans against Demons, and I had little choice but to join the fight. And so did he. He was older than me, by sixteen years. Smarter, too. A tall, fair-skinned man of thirty-four years, hair as black as the night sky. He had no family of his own. He was famous and world-renowned for his sword skills and his noble spirit, my mentor: Guy Sharpe. In those days, I was afraid of combat, afraid of the army. But, fate was against me; as the only male in my village that fit the recruiting officer's bill, I was drafted. Because I was not a volunteer, I received less pay...not even enough to send home for my poor, ailing mother. I wasn't really a boy anymore (eighteen years old) but I'd never had a model of manhood. My father walked out on mom and my two sisters shortly after I arrived. So there I was, young and scrawny, standing in front of Guy along with all the other draftees, no idea what was going to become of me. "Welcome to the Grimean Army," Guy began in a voice the angels themselves would have obeyed without question. "My name is Guy. I have been with the military since I was your age. You will hear that a lot around here, so get used to it. My first piece of advice: know when to hold your tongue. If you talk back to a superior officer, you will be punished." He paused to lock eyes with each of us in turn. His dark eyes burned right through your flesh, and examined your very soul. Turning his back to us and beginning to pace back and forth, Guy continued: "Don't ask me what the punishments are because you don't want to know." I watched him pace, half-listening to his clearly over-rehearsed speech, and began to feel sick. Not apprehension sick, but SICK. I vomited. The world went black. Black, black? The same color...as Guy's hair... When the world regained its shape and color, my head was buzzing. Moving my eyes sent a searing pain through my skull, but I managed to recognize the room. It was our base's hospital, all the new recruits had been given a tour before being sent to meet their instructor. "Glad to see you come around," the nurse (a curvy brunette with emerald eyes) said cheerily, "seems you are a Feeler. Not even General Felix expected that." I managed to sit up, and to hide the pain from my voice as I asked, "What is a...Feeler?" "Something of a psychic," she replied, busily bustling about the room, her pink clothes in stark contrast with the grey walls. The door opened. I heard heavy boots stomping across the marble floor, and then Guy stood before me. "A Feeler," the old Knight said quietly, lips wrapped around a fat, brown cigar, "never, never would've-" he broke off when he saw the birthmark on my left shoulder. His voice dropped even further, now a barely-audible whisper, and he said: "Oh...you're a Steppen, huh? What was your father's name?" I'll admit, here I was confused. He changed tact so quickly. "Father? I..." I trailed off. Suddenly, a lump had formed in my throat, and my eyes were hot. I wondered why the hell I was near tears now, when I had never had a problem speaking about my family before. "You never knew him," Guy finished, matter-of-factly, (I don't know how he knew...maybe my lip was quivering...) "well..." his voice dropped yet again, "you and I have something in common, kid." He blew smoke into the air, kind enough to turn away from me when he did so, and flipped the ashes. "Since you're a Feeler," the old Knight finally continued, "you'll have to undergo special training. I've been assigned to the job. There are so few of us left, kid, we gotta get you up to snuff lickity-split, so the rest of the soldiers have been taken out of my care. You're all I got now." I thought I detected a hint of sorrow in his voice when he said that, and I wondered if there was more meaning to those words than he let on. Spare hardrive had an unfinished one on it....I dunno how old it is.
Your writing so far is really dialogue-centric. I'd like to see if you got anything without any dialogue, just to see how that looks.
Yeah lol...... It's hard not to use any Lion King names... the movies were played nonstop for the first few years of every family member since myself....I guess that's just what popped into my head.
