Wildmagic_warrior's Story Corner

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Ahem. Sorry about that. Things have been pretty stressful lately, so I'm on a bit of a short fuse. I'll try and change the ending soon, so it's a bit more realistic.
EDIT: New endings, yay!

[MusicalMoony]

Sorry, I haven't been on in a while! =/

Hahaha... Can I do a family?

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Sure ^^ You probably won't be able to tell that they're a family, except by looks- I'm not going to change the storyline or dialogue or anything.

[MusicalMoony]

Ooooh, I hope this is okay... I'm kinda nervous haha

[Wildmagic_warrior]

I'll send the forms to Solo- they should be easy enough to put into the story. Thanks!

[ZombiePoodle]

I love the stories! Absolutely awesome! I want to read more c:

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Thank you ^_^

[MusicalMoony]

=D Thanks. (Haha apparently I'm not the only one who loves your stories. Personally, I wouldn't be surprised to see some extended and turned into a book!)

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Actually, right now I'm working on a longer one. It's already three pages, front and back, of college-ruled lined paper, and then half of another. I've got the prologue typed up, so I'll post it so y'all can see it ^^

Shapeless.

Prologue
They say the world is flat.
That’s not entirely true- it has mountains and valleys, oceans and lakes, plains and rolling hills, just like any other planet. However, many an explorer has climbed to the edge, only to sneeze and tumble off into space. They usually burn up in the atmosphere, but occasionally a charred skeleton will splash down in a lake or crumble to dust over a town.
This story begins on a farm, under the stars and twin moons of Allora. My master, a young boy with pale skin and bony shoulders, had once again fallen asleep in front of the computer. His fingers were curled over the keyboard, head resting against the screen, a sentence left half-typed on the glowing surface. I jumped onto the desk and nudged his elbow with my head. He woke slowly and stroked my chin with one finger, saying tiredly, “Thanks, Myra.” Suddenly a flash of bright light filled the room, along with the smell of burned meat. I watched Master’s eyes go wide, and a startled silence filled the air. Then he was out of his seat, overturning the chair as he ran to peer out into the night. Whatever he saw, it frightened him badly. “Aunt Tanya!” he yelled, “Come quickly!” He raced from the room, slamming the door behind him. I meowed angrily at it, but he didn’t come back to let me out. Fortunately, the window was open a crack. I jumped onto the sill and squeezed through, then balanced on the edge of the roof and climbed down the drainage pipe to the ground.
In the middle of the farmyard, amid the burning remnants of the chicken coop, a charred skeleton lay in smoking pieces. Next to the bones was a small crater, perhaps two feet deep, and filled to the brim with a shining liquid that looked like some sort of melted metal. It glowed faintly in the light of the moons, and it had an odd scent. I leaned closer to sniff it cautiously, but the sound of a slamming door startled me. I tottered on the edge of the crater, almost regaining my balance when my master shouted from the porch, “Myra!” I stumbled, and plunged my right paw into the melted metal. The world began to spin, and cold fire rippled though my veins. I tried to keep my eyes open, but the twin moons melted into a saucer of milk and I fell into the welcoming darkness.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

EDIT: posted!