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The Future
Topic Started: 28 Feb 2009, 12:07 AM (146 Views)
Luemas	28 Feb 2009, 12:07 AM Post #1
All ur Walrus R belong to Me Posts: 4,060 Group: Members Member #189 Joined: 14 January 2009	Chapter 1 The morning began like most. A wonderful beginning for high school. Or if you could even call the building which was called high school a school. The name school implies learning. Unfortunately the consistent ability of parents to be completely oblivious to their children had outlawed most of the laws. It was borderline anarchy. And Silias hated it. If it wasn’t just the pointless rebellion and constant whining of people who didn’t get what they wanted yesterday. He was fed up with it. But even in all the chaos, he was able to rely on his parents for reason. However today would be different, or so he hoped, without reason. It almost never was. He had already completed the required 5 months of attendance, considering how some people never went. Yet they still got their diploma. It made him spitting mad. But there was nothing he could do. Government all depended on how much money you had. The honesty was gone. And decency. To put it in best of terms, clothes were no longer required. No matter how overrated clothes were, they were a necessity. His parents were happy that he had a lot more common sense then this generation. He sighed. Life felt so pointless. There was no point in education. No point in life. The government was the answer to everything. Ronald Reagan’s famous words were lost to the ages. Most people didn’t work, and everything was in a state of ruin. The government supplied people with pointless money, and somehow people managed to keep going. And of course, Silias Pineheart was one of the few people living to have read a book, or 124 according to his last count. Of course even though everything was digital, it was no fun to have a program read you something you could feel with your hands the binding and the crisp smell of pages. It was one of the few things he liked in this world. One of the few things left to like in this deprave world. But as he slowly dressed in preparation for the hours on end of disgusting filth that would assault his senses, something caught his eye. It was a bird, which surprised him as most birds had been wiped from the face of the earth, like most other species who had fallen prey to human’s desire to control all. What surprised him most was its lack of fear that the toxins emitted by the many factories wouldn’t slowly choke it. Or the lack of food would make it slowly die. He whistled to it and it came. He then saw how brittle it was. He had no idea how old it was, or how it survived the drones that try and suck up these “Annoying-” he wouldn’t let himself finish the sentence. They had used a word that is now used to describe almost every other thing nowadays. And he had heard it since as far back as he could remember. As he brought the bird downstairs it chirped weakly and he felt compassion on it and gave it some milk, for lack of an idea of anything else to give it. It seemed to help it a little bit, and asked his mom to look after it while he was at school. She looked at him startled and asked, “Why are you going to school? You know you don’t have to anymore. Besides, you know how terrible those places are.” He sighed and replied, “Yeah, I’m not sure why I should go, but it’s better then doing nothing here all day. And I’m short on books.” She shrugged and took the bird and milk. He left the house, and was almost immediately tempted to turn back and never come out. The depravity that was openly displayed so disgusted him that he wasn’t sure if he should be physically ill or cry. He sighed and closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them it would all be sane, but he knew it to be an illogical hope. He opened them and began the short walk to what was also known as the doorway to Hades. He stepped in the doors. And no one was there. He knew this was the right place, the chip in his head was also a GPS. “Figures,” he thought, “The one day I go to school, everyone decides to skip it.” He sighed to see if the principal was atleast there, otherwise this venture into the underworld was pointless. He sighed and began to walk around the school, which was huge, so the people could be anywhere, doing anything. He shuddered at the thought. As he stepped loosely over a pile of something I would really rather not describe he found the principle, and the secretary, and the rest need not be told. He ran backwards as fast as he could, trying to remove the urge to puke from his already weakened will. However, as he focused on avoiding more piles of disgusting filth he didn’t notice something he should have. Something he would have hadn’t he been so intent on keeping his eyes on the floor. It was an anomaly of today’s time. Something that when voted on, only one in a million believed in. It was a person wearing clothes. Now this seems normal to me an you, but to him, it was unheard of. However, she wasn’t as inattentive as him and of course saw the person dodging quickly past piles of filth and rushing by her. She was an exchange student from Canada, which was bad, but not nearly as bad as America. She came here for a challenge, and it was a bad first day for her. She had vomited after seeing the degradation that was openly flaunted. Her name was Daniella Ridge, and was valedictorian of her old school, which was more like schools we know. She was stepping carefully over the piles of filth that were everywhere in the hallway, when he rushed by her. She had already realized the deprivation of America and saw him, who had clothes on. A form of kinship bonded between her and him, even though he hadn’t noticed her yet, they were a lot alike. However, Silias was just trying to get out of the school as fast as he could and home as fast as he could. However he running to fast and slipped. He landed face first in a pile of filth. He heard a gasp behind him. His clothes vibrated to remove the filth from them, but his skin couldn’t do the same. To say the least his face was completely covered. She ran to his side and helped him up. “Are you ok?” she asked, “I saw you take that nasty fall.” “Yeah, I’m fine I just nee-” he stopped suddenly as he realized something. It was one of the first times in his life he had heard a sentence, let alone two without an F bomb permeating it like a knife. And he could sense real concern in her voice. It seemed to be a miracle. Never had he heard anyone sound caring outside of his family. And she wore clothes nonetheless. Silias had no friends, but he knew from those two sentences, that she would be a reliable friend. He took her offered hand and pulled himself up. “I’m Silias,” he said, and then remembered what was on his head. “I, uh, I really need to get going.” He said sheepishly. He started to walk away. “Wait,” she asked, “I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself. I’m Daniella.” She smiled earnestly. He tried to smile back, but what was on his head was making him feel very close to being ill. “I haven’t seen you before? And trust me, I would remember you. There aren’t many people who wear clothes, to put it that way.” She laughed and said, “No you wouldn’t have, and I’m sure I would’ve remembered you too, considering how I wouldn’t be surprised if our families are the only clothes wearers in the state. But also, I’m an exchange student from Canada. It’s a lot better there. They said this school was supposed to be good. But…” “But you’re in the wrong country.” Silias finished bluntly. She laughed and he did too. “Now, as much as I’d love to learn more about you, I really want to remove this, excrement… from my head. I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to run home. And hope I don’t fall in more.” She smiled in understanding. As he turned to go, she suddenly realized, this was the first person outside of her family she was comfortable to talk with in this country. She didn’t want to lose her only chance at a friend. She spoke up, “Wait, I’m sorry, but before you go, this is kind of awkward, but could I have your phone number? It’s just that you’re probably one of the only friends I’ll make here and, yeah.” She finished weakly. “He turned around and smiled back at her. “Sure why not. It’s one three one two, seven oh eight, nine oh seven four.” She gave him hers in return. As he turned to go, he said, “Sorry that it’s been such a crummy day. I would really just suggest going home, because the principal is, well, he doesn’t hold himself to our standards, we’ll say. And I’ll talk to you later.” And he gave her the peace sign and ran home as fast as he could, trying to forget what he had on his head. After finally cleaning up he began to wonder what today’s meaning really portended. Sorry guys that i'm writing a bunch of stories at once. Each one is a different genre and a different mood for each. I'm working on it.
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ARAZEC	2 Mar 2009, 08:21 AM Post #2
This Person Has No Life Posts: 4,074 Group: Members Member #48 Joined: 18 June 2008	this storey has a feel to it mmmmmm interesting.... you created a mood and i like how you describe things in it i mean i dont like the things you are describing i like how you describe the things i dont like huh? eg- the bit about wearing clothes-its not literal right? you are refering more to a lack of clothes-am i right? tell me i am right and the world isnt really nude in your storey- STORY lol
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Luemas	2 Mar 2009, 04:18 PM Post #3
All ur Walrus R belong to Me Posts: 4,060 Group: Members Member #189 Joined: 14 January 2009	The story applies to a degradation of the human race through the constant feeding of egos, causing society to entire a self satisfying state that makes common sense sparse and money sparser. And i was serious. The two main characters do however, and the mother. Gross right?
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ARAZEC	2 Mar 2009, 05:25 PM Post #4
This Person Has No Life Posts: 4,074 Group: Members Member #48 Joined: 18 June 2008	oh man not gross but kinda well nevermind....... i always get your storeeeeeeys STORYS wrong i think they are gonna be one way but they always end up more fantasy than i expect......
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Luemas	2 Mar 2009, 08:14 PM Post #5
All ur Walrus R belong to Me Posts: 4,060 Group: Members Member #189 Joined: 14 January 2009	Yeah... i like fantasy. Sci-fi is cool,but the problem about my stories is that i forget to think of plots. And just write ideas. So i need to think my stories through more. What fun. Edit: And what do you mean by gross well kinda but not really? Edited by Luemas, 2 Mar 2009, 08:18 PM.
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ARAZEC	3 Mar 2009, 04:41 AM Post #6
This Person Has No Life Posts: 4,074 Group: Members Member #48 Joined: 18 June 2008	forget it you will twist my words i just know u will fantasy can be cool but ppl in plastascene overload isnt my thing i like more based in reality but with imagination
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Luemas	3 Mar 2009, 07:54 AM Post #7
All ur Walrus R belong to Me Posts: 4,060 Group: Members Member #189 Joined: 14 January 2009	Yeah, i see what you mean. And i don't plan to overexemplify that as i go on, because really that just grosses me out as well. This is kinda like a very remote abstract possibility of what the future may be. A socialistic U.S. with no morals. Yes this is several hundred years into the future and i doubt it would become like this but common sense isn't so common anymore.
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Godzilla	10 Mar 2009, 03:03 PM Post #8
What is green...scaly...breathes flame...and has spikes? Posts: 1,505 Group: Moderator Member #30 Joined: 17 February 2008	I loved it, but another incomplete story. You always end with one that leaves you nowhere else to write. And the thing about the plot theree is work with what you got. Write a plot now from what you have. I hope that makes sense to you Lue.
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Luemas	10 Mar 2009, 05:05 PM Post #9
All ur Walrus R belong to Me Posts: 4,060 Group: Members Member #189 Joined: 14 January 2009	yeah, make an antagonist for one. Society? Too big Random evil person? Too cliche. Yay for getting ideas! (Even if it was partially stolen. Not purposely.)
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ARAZEC	25 Mar 2009, 03:33 PM Post #10
This Person Has No Life Posts: 4,074 Group: Members Member #48 Joined: 18 June 2008	well sometimes its hard to be systematic with the imagination....... i enjoy reading your creative spiels anyway,if stick to how you are meant to get things done too rigidly you get great results by following a formula. Problem with art is expression follows a certain freedom...... Rant look at the gaming industry Rant sponsorship Rant peace to bro Mc Neely -no disrespect (like he would give a rats of what i say) but you know what i mean-cerebral hemispheres go exist untill comercialisim breeds pressure to perform Ranty,Rant *rannnnnnntttttttt ....rrrrrraaaaaannnnnnnnttttttttt sounds like a Quad bike
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Luemas	25 Mar 2009, 03:51 PM Post #11
All ur Walrus R belong to Me Posts: 4,060 Group: Members Member #189 Joined: 14 January 2009	I may start writing again... the mood is approaching... I may stick with this story... Yes....
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Godzilla	22 Apr 2009, 05:49 AM Post #12
What is green...scaly...breathes flame...and has spikes? Posts: 1,505 Group: Moderator Member #30 Joined: 17 February 2008	You don't have to have one antaganist, It could be 3 I thought of that would be good for this story. Person vs Person Your character versus an evil man in this case might be a savvy business ceo of a major corporation who is causing everything to be filthy. You could solve that problem by adding a protagnist sub character from another country that helps clean the city up and stop the pollution. Person versus Society Make your character go head to head with society. Make him fight to make them realise their wrong doings. Person vs self What if your character has self confidence or self esteem issues these can be cured by completing one of the above tasks. He will feel better once he has some great achievement and results. Or bypassing these issues will help comlete the above tasks. Edited by Godzilla, 22 Apr 2009, 05:50 AM.
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Luemas	23 Apr 2009, 04:16 PM Post #13
All ur Walrus R belong to Me Posts: 4,060 Group: Members Member #189 Joined: 14 January 2009	Yeah... I need inspiration though. The business man/president might be a good idea... Idk though..
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