Post by J and Captiosus on Apr 30, 2005 20:48:07 GMT -5
Plot: There are unshut portals that lead to worlds. The worlds are created from people's minds and imaginations and, for some reason, can not be shut. Those with imagination unintentionally and unknowingly create them; those who are more serious and realistic are more likely to find them, and often a writer will find himself in his or her own world. My characters are Kacia, who will have either a tiger or marten daemon name Palear, and Derik, who will probably have a red panda daemon named Kai, short for Kaienel.
Kacia stared at the blank piece of paper. Writing was her weak spot--especially thinking of things; plots, characters. Her talents were in math and science; logical subjects. Her friend, Derik, was the writer, the artist, the creative one, but he was also good at math and science. He had finished several "award winning novels" as Kacia called them and was hard at work with another one. Kacia knew not to disturb Derik when he was working on something. Derik was the type of person you could talk to at any time about anything...except when he was working, making another world, or creating another person.
"Can you look this over?" Derik whispered.
"Sure, but it's probably perfect, anyway." Kacia said. She read it over and, just as she thought--it was "Unbelievably good."
Derik scoffed away the compliment. "It isn't."
"Yes, they are. Your stories are unbelievably good. Mine are unbelievably bad. We balance each other out. Like yin and yang."
"You aren't bad, Kaci, you're just..." Derik paused, trying to find the right words. As a writer, he was very careful with words.
"Awful?"
"No. You're in a perpetual state of writer's block because you're afraid to unlock into your creative side." Derik said.
"Meh. Same thing." Kacia said, gathering her books. The bell rang. School was over.
"Whenever I need inspiration," Derik was saying on the walk home. "I--"
"Find some nice naturey place and meditate with the flowers?" Kacia guessed, sarcastically. Derik narrowed his eyes.
"Don't be so bitter." And he sat down on the grass and took out a notebook and pen. "I'm going to help you to try to find your muse so you don't fail English...again."
Kacia rolled her eyes and sat down, in lotus position.
"Stop mocking me. I'm not the one failing English."
Kacia lay on her back looking up at a swirling yellow-green mass in the sky. She found herself lost in it, watching it, seeing that and nothing else. And then it surrounded her. The ground was gone, the grass and--
"Derik!" Kacia cried. She was not a girl who got scared or alarmed easily, but now she was. "Derik!"
"What?" She heard Derik, but couldn't see him, couldn't see anything but the yellow-green light all around her. "Kacia! Where are you? Is this a joke?" "I don't know! No!"
"Hold on! Let me get someone!"
"No!"
"Where are you? What do you see?"
"I'm surrounded by lights! Green and yellow lights. I--"
She felt herself moving, the light transporting her to...somewhere. She didn't know where. And soon, she was unconcious.
"Kacia? Kacia?" Derik called. He sat back down and grabbed his notebook. "She doesn't know where she is. But I do. She's in one of my worlds." He muttered softly to himself.
Kacia stared at the blank piece of paper. Writing was her weak spot--especially thinking of things; plots, characters. Her talents were in math and science; logical subjects. Her friend, Derik, was the writer, the artist, the creative one, but he was also good at math and science. He had finished several "award winning novels" as Kacia called them and was hard at work with another one. Kacia knew not to disturb Derik when he was working on something. Derik was the type of person you could talk to at any time about anything...except when he was working, making another world, or creating another person.
"Can you look this over?" Derik whispered.
"Sure, but it's probably perfect, anyway." Kacia said. She read it over and, just as she thought--it was "Unbelievably good."
Derik scoffed away the compliment. "It isn't."
"Yes, they are. Your stories are unbelievably good. Mine are unbelievably bad. We balance each other out. Like yin and yang."
"You aren't bad, Kaci, you're just..." Derik paused, trying to find the right words. As a writer, he was very careful with words.
"Awful?"
"No. You're in a perpetual state of writer's block because you're afraid to unlock into your creative side." Derik said.
"Meh. Same thing." Kacia said, gathering her books. The bell rang. School was over.
"Whenever I need inspiration," Derik was saying on the walk home. "I--"
"Find some nice naturey place and meditate with the flowers?" Kacia guessed, sarcastically. Derik narrowed his eyes.
"Don't be so bitter." And he sat down on the grass and took out a notebook and pen. "I'm going to help you to try to find your muse so you don't fail English...again."
Kacia rolled her eyes and sat down, in lotus position.
"Stop mocking me. I'm not the one failing English."
Kacia lay on her back looking up at a swirling yellow-green mass in the sky. She found herself lost in it, watching it, seeing that and nothing else. And then it surrounded her. The ground was gone, the grass and--
"Derik!" Kacia cried. She was not a girl who got scared or alarmed easily, but now she was. "Derik!"
"What?" She heard Derik, but couldn't see him, couldn't see anything but the yellow-green light all around her. "Kacia! Where are you? Is this a joke?" "I don't know! No!"
"Hold on! Let me get someone!"
"No!"
"Where are you? What do you see?"
"I'm surrounded by lights! Green and yellow lights. I--"
She felt herself moving, the light transporting her to...somewhere. She didn't know where. And soon, she was unconcious.
"Kacia? Kacia?" Derik called. He sat back down and grabbed his notebook. "She doesn't know where she is. But I do. She's in one of my worlds." He muttered softly to himself.