The Artist:
Quick side not before you begin reading my latest work!
This may or may not be continued. I tend to stop working on them after the tenth page. The most I have ever written about one story was fifty three pages. If people like this, I will continue. If people don't like this, I will not continue. Simple as that.
With that in mind, read on and criticize if you wish.
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The old, rusty red car’s engine finally stopped being on fire. It had crashed next to a rather tall, now slightly singed, oak tree. Located five hundred feet away from the main highway, as well as in the middle of a rather large meadow, the oak tree was the tallest thing to be seen in a three mile radius. The meadow itself would have been majestic, but the feeble sunlight that grimly made its way through the dense cloud cover seemed to elicit a rather pale, sickly green color from the grass stalks. The tall oak tree – easily towering over everything in the meadow at a solid seventy feet – was not faring much better in the morbid light making its long journey from the sun to the tree. The tree would have been a dark shade of chestnut brown, but the pale light bleached it of that color, and instead bestowed it with a more sickly shade of deathly brown. The tree was completely leafless – even though it was far into the springtime; far enough in that people were beginning to comment that perhaps summer should be moved back a week or two, as it seemed to already be there. The rather burnt, rusting old car had red paint chips flaking off of it all over. A trail of torn grass and dirt clods trailed at a steep diagonal from the highway, meandering over a small stream, now filled with rocks, and finally stopping at the car’s wheels. This car was shaped like a normal car – slanted windshield, sloped roof, stunted back, the usual. What was not so usual was the fact that all but one of the tires had either exploded or rolled off to find itself a better life. That, as well as missing its roof and all of its windows, made it rather unique. It gave off a rather unpleasant odor – hot oil tends to be the cause for the type of odor described as unpleasant here. “Nunghh…” Terezzio groaned, dangling off of one of the lower branches of the oak tree. Terezzio himself was also very unique. For starters, he was a fourth wolf, making him have fur, a snout, wolf ears, a tail, and all that stuff. He still stood on two legs and could talk, but he tended to not talk to the ‘norms’ – normal people with no abilities or knowledge of the supernatural world. “Oh god. I knew I should have just flown there…” Terezzio’s snout was brown, as was most of the rest of his fur. His stomach, on the other hand, was an extremely plush, white fur. Having recently gone through one of his periodic ‘phases’, he had dyed his paws red, as well as three fourths of his tail violet. His ears had been dyed pink – by accident, he liked to say – and his hair was blue at the tips, and turquoise in the middle. He had brilliant emerald green eyes, and his nose was a healthy shade of rose-like red. He was currently wearing a black hoodie – one of the new ones with the zipper in front. He was always getting his soft under-fur stuck in the zipper when he put the jacket on (Terezzio liked to wear just the jacket. And some pants.) The back of the jacket had a phoenix haphazardly scribbled across it – not to say that the phoenix wasn’t good, as it was really good, but it was messily placed on the jacket. Everyone assumed that that was just part of the ‘style’. Well, one thing that was not part of the style was the giant tear across most of the back of the hoodie. The gash showed a white t-shirt – curiously unmarred – underneath the jacket. He was wearing unscratched white jeans. These two white clothing items were both fairly loose, as well as having ‘Property of TD Inc.’ scrawled across them in big, blocky letters. “Oh… crap.” Terezzio had glanced at his – also unmarred – watch. It displayed the time in giant numbers – 3:23. Terezzio rolled out of the tree, falling for about one and a half seconds before hitting the burnt seat cover of the car directly underneath him. He barely bounced. “Where the hell is my sketch book?” He questioned himself angrily, opening the dented door to his right and getting out. “Ah. Okay… that’s not good.” He had spotted a medium sized, white leather bound book soaking up water in the nearby stream. A long mechanical pencil was attached to the book with some sort of magnet. “Crap crap crap!” Terezzio basically sprinted over to the book. “No no no…” He flipped through it. All the pages were empty. “Oh no… no…” The book shuddered, as if it were alive. Terezzio instantly dropped it, retrieving the pencil from the top of the book and leaving it in the grassy bank, next to the stream. The book was suddenly, mysteriously, racked with tens of shudders. It then spectacularly dissolved into golden dust. “Ugh… that one had all of my best sketches… plus… how am I going to get to The Field in time now?” Terezzio looked to the cloudy sky as if the answer would start pouring down on him in the form of rain. In began to drizzle. “Oh, insult me more, will you?” Terezzio pouted. “KABOOM!” A giant lightning bolt struck the oak tree that Terezzio had been thrown into, instantly frying half of it and setting fire to the other half. Terezzio decided to keep quiet after that.
Terezzio was now soaking wet. He had been out in the downpour for just over twenty minutes now. He would have been trying to hitchhike, but he was too busy etching squares into the ground at the moment.
He had started work on it about fifteen minutes ago, quickly boxing off something vaguely book shaped, with another book on it’s back. This quickly escalated to a detailed drawing. He was detailing a jetpack into the dirt, and he would have been done ten minutes ago if not for the rain and the fact that he was using a blunt stick to draw… in the dirt.
Currently, he was on his fifth try. This was the furthest he had gotten… and he was so close now. He had finished detailing the lighting reflecting across and around the cylindrical fuel cells on its back, as well as the body’s slightly rounded, cubical appearance. All he had to finish were the woven carbon nano-fiber straps. And, with one last flourish, he was done. “Whew!” He sighed, waiting for…
“Woop.” Came the sound of an object spontaneously materializing from thin air. The object was, of course, the brown and darker brown jetpack that Terezzio had just finished drawing.
“Yes! Now… let’s see about saving the world. Why not?” He mumbled to himself as he strapped the shiny brown thing onto his back.
“Wait… how do I turn it on?” Terezzio said aloud, but, no sooner had he though of turning it on that it sprouted a spray of condensed air, creating dents in the ground and propelling Terezzio into the atmosphere.
Okay, okay, Terezzio was only hovering about two feet off the ground. But with the jetpack, he could travel at excess of a hundred miles per hour – easily.
“It’s 3:45… not good. It’s starting at four…” He said, again, to himself.
And then he was gone, zooming across the meadow, onto the asphalt highway, and seeing the blurry images of trees zooming by.
He was easily able to avoid the lumbering, gas guzzling vehicles that took up much of the road, and, as such, made good time. Until, that is, he had to turn.
“Crap.” Terezzio was forced to slow to a measly ten miles an hour to take the turn – luckily, he recognized this point and realized that he was only about half a mile from his destination. In fact…
“VWOOM!” A car sized meteorite slammed through the air, missing Terezzio by three feet exactly, and then crashing into the ground. Of course, this meteorite was hollowed out and filled with acid, causing it to crack open when it hit the edge of the black asphalt road. This barely damaged the road. What did damage it was the fact that the acid was highly corrosive, managing to eat through five feet of dirt and most of the road directly next to Terezzio in a matter of seconds. Then Terezzio was gone.
“Woah. They need my help… god. I hate cars.” While zooming down the road, the meadow had suddenly ended, giving way to evergreen filled forests. Much of the forest in Terezzio’s sudden vicinity was burning or burnt, but Terezzio was still unable to see the battle that he knew must be occurring somewhere close by.
Suddenly a face appeared next to him, floating in mid air. “Having fun, Tez?”
It asked. The face was skinny, had floating brown-red hair, and had intense grey eyes. It also had freckles, a fat nose, and a skinny line for a mouth. It’s ears were hidden by the long hair, and the skin was fairly pale.
“No. Don’t do that too much, I may shoot you or something one of these days.” Terezzio responded, dismounting from his (now inactive) jetpack.
The rest of the girl appeared, including her usually invisible glasses.
She was wearing a red jacket, as well as the exact same white jeans that Terezzio was wearing.
“How are the nano-suits working out for you?” He asked the girl.
“Do I have a scratch on me?” She responded.
“Well, considering you can regularly move nearly as fast as the speed of light, I’m not surprised. Speedy. Speedy Mc.Speedston.” Terezzio taunted her, playfully.
“Shut up. What I meant by that was yes, they are working just fine, although Ms. Serendipity got a nasty scratch to her face when hunting the Nathelons.” She paused for a precisely calculated amount of time. “They were all dead about ten minutes ago. You missed the party.”
“Wait… what’s that with all the meteors then?” Terezzio asked.
“I think you mean meteorites. And those are caused by the Natherial.” Terezzio’s eyes bulges at the mention of a Natherial.
“What!? A Natherial… here? Is it still alive?” The girl considered this for a second.
“Well… it got Jack kind of P.O.d… so I think it’s probably dead by now.” Terezzio’s hurt expression elicited the girl to grab his hand.
Terezzio was suddenly in the middle of a giant burnt clearing, where a tall man wearing a black, leather coat and, again, white jeans, was standing triumphantly above what appeared to be a giant, convoluted tree with a spiky mouth and long, long, appendage-like branches that ended in sharp, claw-like structures. Around it laid approximately seven nightmarish looking stones – they all had strange runes etched on them. These weren’t normal, evil runes, these were runes that made you want to pull your eyes out when you saw them squiggling around like live worms.
“Another summoning…” Terezzio said.
The tall man turned to face Terezzio. “Tez! Glad you could make it!” He said, while muttering “Good for nothing, slow poke… idiot… stupid… almost killed us…” under his breath.
The man’s face had a rather long scar on it. Specifically across his left cheek. Being displayed across his face’s lithe, tanned look, the scar only made him look dangerous and cool. His eyes were nearly pure gold, but a little green could be detected at times in them. His light brown hair was cut short, in what most would describe as a haphazard attempt to create some sort of unrecognizable pattern of zigzags and squiggly lines. Of course, the man, also known as Jack, was dangerous enough that merely suggesting that his hair was ugly could get you killed if he didn’t like you. And Jack didn’t like anyone.
In his left hand, he carried what looked to be a katana – so sharp you had trouble discerning where blade ended and air began.
Jack’s gift was seeing the near future, allowing him to dodge easily and get out of trouble even more easily.
He always described it as seeing an overlay on his vision – one of the future, and one of now. Terezzio always wondered if Jack was drunk, but quit wondering after a minute of watching Jack dodge speeding bullets in their training room.
“Boo!” Terezzio jumped.
“THE HELL, woman!? Why do you do that to me?” He nearly screamed, making Jack stifle a laugh. The speedy girl – Sarah – had disappeared with a woosh.
“Ahhh… you’re such a big o’l baby. Wait… puppy.” She giggled. The woman had a lightly freckled face, a petite nose, and blue eyes. Her copper red hair framed her face, bringing out the paleness in her face. She had long, thin eyebrows, as well as a smile that was easy to come by. And you wanted her to smile – let’s just say that things got a little… unpredictable around her if she was unhappy.
She was wearing a low cut green, short-sleeved shirt, as well as an easily visible white t-shirt underneath it. She wore long white jeans – just like everyone else.
“[Insert Censored Word Here].” Came from the middle of the clearing.
“What is it Jack? And what did I tell you about swa…wa…”
Jack had disappeared. In his place was a giant gaping hole that was expanding fast enough that it swallowed both Terezzio and the woman – Missy – whole before they could even scream.
“Guys? What the… I’m gone for ten seconds and they're off about to get killed. Again. Ugh” Sarah buzzed into existence at the edge of the giant pot-hole. It had stopped expanding, being around five hundred feet across now.
Sarah jumped down into the dark abysmal pit of despair.
Quick side not before you begin reading my latest work!
This may or may not be continued. I tend to stop working on them after the tenth page. The most I have ever written about one story was fifty three pages. If people like this, I will continue. If people don't like this, I will not continue. Simple as that.
With that in mind, read on and criticize if you wish.
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The old, rusty red car’s engine finally stopped being on fire. It had crashed next to a rather tall, now slightly singed, oak tree. Located five hundred feet away from the main highway, as well as in the middle of a rather large meadow, the oak tree was the tallest thing to be seen in a three mile radius. The meadow itself would have been majestic, but the feeble sunlight that grimly made its way through the dense cloud cover seemed to elicit a rather pale, sickly green color from the grass stalks. The tall oak tree – easily towering over everything in the meadow at a solid seventy feet – was not faring much better in the morbid light making its long journey from the sun to the tree. The tree would have been a dark shade of chestnut brown, but the pale light bleached it of that color, and instead bestowed it with a more sickly shade of deathly brown. The tree was completely leafless – even though it was far into the springtime; far enough in that people were beginning to comment that perhaps summer should be moved back a week or two, as it seemed to already be there.
The rather burnt, rusting old car had red paint chips flaking off of it all over. A trail of torn grass and dirt clods trailed at a steep diagonal from the highway, meandering over a small stream, now filled with rocks, and finally stopping at the car’s wheels. This car was shaped like a normal car – slanted windshield, sloped roof, stunted back, the usual.
What was not so usual was the fact that all but one of the tires had either exploded or rolled off to find itself a better life. That, as well as missing its roof and all of its windows, made it rather unique. It gave off a rather unpleasant odor – hot oil tends to be the cause for the type of odor described as unpleasant here.
“Nunghh…” Terezzio groaned, dangling off of one of the lower branches of the oak tree. Terezzio himself was also very unique. For starters, he was a fourth wolf, making him have fur, a snout, wolf ears, a tail, and all that stuff. He still stood on two legs and could talk, but he tended to not talk to the ‘norms’ – normal people with no abilities or knowledge of the supernatural world.
“Oh god. I knew I should have just flown there…” Terezzio’s snout was brown, as was most of the rest of his fur. His stomach, on the other hand, was an extremely plush, white fur. Having recently gone through one of his periodic ‘phases’, he had dyed his paws red, as well as three fourths of his tail violet. His ears had been dyed pink – by accident, he liked to say – and his hair was blue at the tips, and turquoise in the middle. He had brilliant emerald green eyes, and his nose was a healthy shade of rose-like red. He was currently wearing a black hoodie – one of the new ones with the zipper in front. He was always getting his soft under-fur stuck in the zipper when he put the jacket on (Terezzio liked to wear just the jacket. And some pants.)
The back of the jacket had a phoenix haphazardly scribbled across it – not to say that the phoenix wasn’t good, as it was really good, but it was messily placed on the jacket. Everyone assumed that that was just part of the ‘style’. Well, one thing that was not part of the style was the giant tear across most of the back of the hoodie. The gash showed a white t-shirt – curiously unmarred – underneath the jacket. He was wearing unscratched white jeans. These two white clothing items were both fairly loose, as well as having ‘Property of TD Inc.’ scrawled across them in big, blocky letters.
“Oh… crap.” Terezzio had glanced at his – also unmarred – watch. It displayed the time in giant numbers – 3:23. Terezzio rolled out of the tree, falling for about one and a half seconds before hitting the burnt seat cover of the car directly underneath him. He barely bounced.
“Where the hell is my sketch book?” He questioned himself angrily, opening the dented door to his right and getting out. “Ah. Okay… that’s not good.” He had spotted a medium sized, white leather bound book soaking up water in the nearby stream. A long mechanical pencil was attached to the book with some sort of magnet.
“Crap crap crap!” Terezzio basically sprinted over to the book. “No no no…” He flipped through it. All the pages were empty. “Oh no… no…” The book shuddered, as if it were alive. Terezzio instantly dropped it, retrieving the pencil from the top of the book and leaving it in the grassy bank, next to the stream. The book was suddenly, mysteriously, racked with tens of shudders. It then spectacularly dissolved into golden dust. “Ugh… that one had all of my best sketches… plus… how am I going to get to The Field in time now?” Terezzio looked to the cloudy sky as if the answer would start pouring down on him in the form of rain.
In began to drizzle.
“Oh, insult me more, will you?” Terezzio pouted.
“KABOOM!” A giant lightning bolt struck the oak tree that Terezzio had been thrown into, instantly frying half of it and setting fire to the other half.
Terezzio decided to keep quiet after that.
Terezzio was now soaking wet. He had been out in the downpour for just over twenty minutes now. He would have been trying to hitchhike, but he was too busy etching squares into the ground at the moment.
He had started work on it about fifteen minutes ago, quickly boxing off something vaguely book shaped, with another book on it’s back. This quickly escalated to a detailed drawing. He was detailing a jetpack into the dirt, and he would have been done ten minutes ago if not for the rain and the fact that he was using a blunt stick to draw… in the dirt.
Currently, he was on his fifth try. This was the furthest he had gotten… and he was so close now. He had finished detailing the lighting reflecting across and around the cylindrical fuel cells on its back, as well as the body’s slightly rounded, cubical appearance. All he had to finish were the woven carbon nano-fiber straps. And, with one last flourish, he was done. “Whew!” He sighed, waiting for…
“Woop.” Came the sound of an object spontaneously materializing from thin air. The object was, of course, the brown and darker brown jetpack that Terezzio had just finished drawing.
“Yes! Now… let’s see about saving the world. Why not?” He mumbled to himself as he strapped the shiny brown thing onto his back.
“Wait… how do I turn it on?” Terezzio said aloud, but, no sooner had he though of turning it on that it sprouted a spray of condensed air, creating dents in the ground and propelling Terezzio into the atmosphere.
Okay, okay, Terezzio was only hovering about two feet off the ground. But with the jetpack, he could travel at excess of a hundred miles per hour – easily.
“It’s 3:45… not good. It’s starting at four…” He said, again, to himself.
And then he was gone, zooming across the meadow, onto the asphalt highway, and seeing the blurry images of trees zooming by.
He was easily able to avoid the lumbering, gas guzzling vehicles that took up much of the road, and, as such, made good time. Until, that is, he had to turn.
“Crap.” Terezzio was forced to slow to a measly ten miles an hour to take the turn – luckily, he recognized this point and realized that he was only about half a mile from his destination. In fact…
“VWOOM!” A car sized meteorite slammed through the air, missing Terezzio by three feet exactly, and then crashing into the ground. Of course, this meteorite was hollowed out and filled with acid, causing it to crack open when it hit the edge of the black asphalt road. This barely damaged the road. What did damage it was the fact that the acid was highly corrosive, managing to eat through five feet of dirt and most of the road directly next to Terezzio in a matter of seconds. Then Terezzio was gone.
“Woah. They need my help… god. I hate cars.” While zooming down the road, the meadow had suddenly ended, giving way to evergreen filled forests. Much of the forest in Terezzio’s sudden vicinity was burning or burnt, but Terezzio was still unable to see the battle that he knew must be occurring somewhere close by.
Suddenly a face appeared next to him, floating in mid air. “Having fun, Tez?”
It asked. The face was skinny, had floating brown-red hair, and had intense grey eyes. It also had freckles, a fat nose, and a skinny line for a mouth. It’s ears were hidden by the long hair, and the skin was fairly pale.
“No. Don’t do that too much, I may shoot you or something one of these days.” Terezzio responded, dismounting from his (now inactive) jetpack.
The rest of the girl appeared, including her usually invisible glasses.
She was wearing a red jacket, as well as the exact same white jeans that Terezzio was wearing.
“How are the nano-suits working out for you?” He asked the girl.
“Do I have a scratch on me?” She responded.
“Well, considering you can regularly move nearly as fast as the speed of light, I’m not surprised. Speedy. Speedy Mc.Speedston.” Terezzio taunted her, playfully.
“Shut up. What I meant by that was yes, they are working just fine, although Ms. Serendipity got a nasty scratch to her face when hunting the Nathelons.” She paused for a precisely calculated amount of time. “They were all dead about ten minutes ago. You missed the party.”
“Wait… what’s that with all the meteors then?” Terezzio asked.
“I think you mean meteorites. And those are caused by the Natherial.” Terezzio’s eyes bulges at the mention of a Natherial.
“What!? A Natherial… here? Is it still alive?” The girl considered this for a second.
“Well… it got Jack kind of P.O.d… so I think it’s probably dead by now.” Terezzio’s hurt expression elicited the girl to grab his hand.
Terezzio was suddenly in the middle of a giant burnt clearing, where a tall man wearing a black, leather coat and, again, white jeans, was standing triumphantly above what appeared to be a giant, convoluted tree with a spiky mouth and long, long, appendage-like branches that ended in sharp, claw-like structures. Around it laid approximately seven nightmarish looking stones – they all had strange runes etched on them. These weren’t normal, evil runes, these were runes that made you want to pull your eyes out when you saw them squiggling around like live worms.
“Another summoning…” Terezzio said.
The tall man turned to face Terezzio. “Tez! Glad you could make it!” He said, while muttering “Good for nothing, slow poke… idiot… stupid… almost killed us…” under his breath.
The man’s face had a rather long scar on it. Specifically across his left cheek. Being displayed across his face’s lithe, tanned look, the scar only made him look dangerous and cool. His eyes were nearly pure gold, but a little green could be detected at times in them. His light brown hair was cut short, in what most would describe as a haphazard attempt to create some sort of unrecognizable pattern of zigzags and squiggly lines. Of course, the man, also known as Jack, was dangerous enough that merely suggesting that his hair was ugly could get you killed if he didn’t like you. And Jack didn’t like anyone.
In his left hand, he carried what looked to be a katana – so sharp you had trouble discerning where blade ended and air began.
Jack’s gift was seeing the near future, allowing him to dodge easily and get out of trouble even more easily.
He always described it as seeing an overlay on his vision – one of the future, and one of now. Terezzio always wondered if Jack was drunk, but quit wondering after a minute of watching Jack dodge speeding bullets in their training room.
“Boo!” Terezzio jumped.
“THE HELL, woman!? Why do you do that to me?” He nearly screamed, making Jack stifle a laugh. The speedy girl – Sarah – had disappeared with a woosh.
“Ahhh… you’re such a big o’l baby. Wait… puppy.” She giggled. The woman had a lightly freckled face, a petite nose, and blue eyes. Her copper red hair framed her face, bringing out the paleness in her face. She had long, thin eyebrows, as well as a smile that was easy to come by. And you wanted her to smile – let’s just say that things got a little… unpredictable around her if she was unhappy.
She was wearing a low cut green, short-sleeved shirt, as well as an easily visible white t-shirt underneath it. She wore long white jeans – just like everyone else.
“[Insert Censored Word Here].” Came from the middle of the clearing.
“What is it Jack? And what did I tell you about swa…wa…”
Jack had disappeared. In his place was a giant gaping hole that was expanding fast enough that it swallowed both Terezzio and the woman – Missy – whole before they could even scream.
“Guys? What the… I’m gone for ten seconds and they're off about to get killed. Again. Ugh” Sarah buzzed into existence at the edge of the giant pot-hole. It had stopped expanding, being around five hundred feet across now.
Sarah jumped down into the dark abysmal pit of despair.
OnceInALongTime: "You confuse me, Mage. Amazability should be a word so I could describe your words."
OnceInALongTime: "You confuse me, Mage. Amazability should be a word so I could describe your words."