Semi-Literate+ RPers Club [DEAD;NEW LINK IN FIRST POST]

[Metallic Dragon]

Ooh^^ I'd like that! And I'll send you the first bit of mine too, it's getting pretty long

[Bartimaeus]

Thanks. You should read ShadowSlayers though, it's amazing. Different story lines, different story lines.

I have the story all planned out. I may reveal it later.

Awww.... shucks. You're too kind. *blushes*

[Metallic Dragon]

*goes to read ShadowSlayer's story* I sent the first to chapters of mine to you Unknown^^

[Bartimaeus]

Thanks. You should read ShadowSlayers though, it's amazing. Different story lines, different story lines.

I have the story all planned out. I may reveal it later.

Awww.... shucks. You're too kind. *blushes*

*frowns* Wait, were you talking about the horror extract, or The Weirdest World of All?

[A-train]

Can you send me an excerpt of your story, Unknown? ^.^; Lols, can you send me one of yours, ShadowSlayer~? XDD I might send you excerpts of my fairy story! ^.^;

[Bartimaeus]

Can you send me an excerpt of your story, Unknown? ^.^; Lols, can you send me one of yours, ShadowSlayer~? XDD I might send you excerpts of my fairy story! ^.^;

It's a bit long... XD. Around 200 pages for each book, and it's a Trilogy. That's alot of reading. How bout I post an extract of a shorter one I'm working on?

[A-train]

How long is The Weirdest World Of All? ^.^;

[Bartimaeus]

How long is The Weirdest World Of All? ^.^;

I already posted it. XD. It's here:

Form:
Username: ShadowSlayer
Favorite type of RP: Wolf RP. I hate all these Warrior Cat RPs that keep popping up everywhere. No offense to any fans. I read the books, and they're ok, but, personally, I think there's too many of them.
Sample of writing: Just a random story I wrote a while ago.
The Weirdest World of All

My friend, Rhianon, she’s not really normal, you see. She used to be normal, I guess, but then, none of us really are normal. We’re all different, so how can there even be such a thing as normal?
The first time I really saw it was two Saturdays ago. We were at the park with a few other friends, when I saw long, blonde hairs sprouting from under her sleeves. I also saw that she had developed a rather distinguishing and bushy unibrow.
But I didn’t really think much of it then. After all, we’re all changing, what with puberty and stuff.
Some of my other friends thought it were a bit weird, but I didn’t really think about it.
They really got disturbed when she started eating the ticks off the backs of our neighbourhood dogs.
“Maybe she’s just hungry.” I re-assured them. But they were having none of it. They left after Rhianon tried to piggyback a ride on top of Georgia. Most people think that this sort of thing is weird. But rather, everyone is weird in their own way, because everyone is different. If we were all normal, we’d all think exactly the same as everyone else. And what fun would that be?
Some people call me weird because I’m into all that philosophy and stuff. But to me, that’s a complement!
After they left I took Rhianon down to the woods and watched her climb trees and chase squirrels for a couple of hours. That’s when I really sat down and started to write this. I don’t know why, but it just calms me, writing. It’s not like a diary, or even a journal. It’s just an account of events, I suppose.
Do other people do that sort of thing? Turn into animals, I mean. I don’t know what animal I’d be if I could choose. I’m already an animal, if you think about it. I mean, we are just evolved monkeys really. A stupider version, if you ask me. At least monkeys don’t cause global warming and cut down rainforest and what not.
I think I’ll invite Rhianon over to my house for the night. I know her mum would freak out if she saw her little girl like this.
I know my mum won’t mind. She’s one of these hippie-veggies that most old 70’s movies or flashbacks have in them.
And my brother’s a hamster, so I know he won’t mind the mess. He’s ten, and no, he’s not blood related.
My mum won im in a fair. It was quite weird actually. I was only two, so I wouldn’t remember, but I think it happened something like this.
My mum was driving in with the caravan we live in, when she spotted the carnival. There was one of those shoot the duck things with the water pistols. I know, pretty lame, but anyway, back to the flashback. My mum had a go at it, and lost. So she nicked the wrapped prize, unsuspectingly, and ran as fast as she could, back to her motor home, and drove off whilst some old geyser was yelling at us at the top of his voice to ‘STOP THIS INSTANT!’ Next thing I know, I’ve got a new baby brother.
I wonder if Rhianon will turn into a monkey. It seems quite rational. I mean, maybe it’s just a phase though, and she’ll get over it. Then again, maybe not...
I wonder if David was a person before he was a hamster. I wonder if all families are like this. You know, different. Well, I suppose if all families were like this, different, then it wouldn’t really be different, would it? So no, I don’t suppose most families do have a hippie for a mum and a hamster for a brother. Also, most people don’t have a monkey as their best friend.
So I asked Rhianon if she’d like to stay over, and she replied with a very abrupt “Eeep!”
“Cool. Let’s go.” We headed off towards my house. We’re sort of gypsies. But we stay in one place for longer. About, two to three years. “But first, let’s go check if it’s okay with your mum.” She hopped right onto my shoulder and started digging into my hair. “I’ll take that as a yes then!” And we walked along, down to the patio at the front of her house.
It was quite sweet actually, like a nice, cottage sort of garden. Until Rhianon started chewing and spitting up the potted plants.
I rang the doorbell and waited politely, whilst Rhianon was sniffing the underside of a garden gnome. I could hear the television from outside the house. She was watching some old soaps.
After a couple of minutes, the door was answered by a rather ruffled woman in a large, pink and fluffy dressing gown.
“Hello Mrs. Weathers. I was wondering if Rhianon could stay over the night. She’s in such a state, you see, considering the circumstances.” But she was too busy looking at the creature that was overturning her lawn.
“What is that thing in my garden?!”
“Oh, this is Rhianon.”
“That... is NOT my daughter!” Rhianon looked at her, bewildered.
“Eeep!”
“I’m so sorry. I guess she’s acquired a taste for plants.” She looked at me, flabbagastered. “Yes, you may want to consider remodelling. Maybe add a climbing frame, or a swing... and less foliage!”
“Get that thing away from me!”
“So I take it that’s a yes for the sleepover?”
“I don’t care what you do with it, just get it off my property!”
“Come along Rhianon.” I said, not paying much attention to the staring mother.
When we reached my house/motor home, my mum greeted us each with a bouquet of flowers, as she does every day. They were tulips. I smelt them peacefully as Rhianon started munching into her midday snack.
“Would you like a banana?” She asked Rhianon.
“Eeep!” She threw the flowers to the floor and started jumping up and down in excitement. I placed the flowers in an empty vase, along with the ones I was given.
Our whole house was covered with them. Everywhere. All over the furniture, and the walls, draping all over the curtains. It was wonderful. Our whole house always smelt so sweet.
My mum was busy showing off our fruit bowl the the new guest.
“Would you like something to drink? We have plenty of water.” She said as Rhianon went rooting through the bananas. “All rainwater, of corse.”
“Eeep!” She grabbed our rainwater bucket and chucked it over her head. I saw that she had almost completely transformed into her monkey form now. Hairs had grown all over her hands and face, and a stumpy tail had sprung from her backside.
“Mum, is it okay if Rhianon stays over the night?”
“Oh, of corse darling! Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Just checking!”
Rhianon ended up staying over for longer than expected. Her mother had completely disowned her, and we were having some trouble finding a suitable home for her.
But then came the time of year when we had to move. The council had already asked us several times to leave, and my mum wanted to move somewhere more rural.
So, as we drove off, I sat quietly with Rhianon as she stared out the back window, mournfully. She placed her paw upon the rainy screen as the town she had come to know gradually faded from sight...


Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: Nope. But me and ~ShatteredandBroken~ are starting up a Private semi-lit RP at some point.

[Metallic Dragon]

Here's part of my story, I just chose one of my favorite parts that I've written^^

The bus came to a stop and I stood up, but the trench coat brothers were faster. One rushed to get in front of me while the other hung back so that he was behind me. Blood rushed in my ears.
I was trapped.
I wanted to walk slowly to and sit down again behind the driver, but I felt something sharp jab into my back. The black-haired man's soft voice in my ear caused my blood to freeze, "Just keep walking Celliac Thaumaturgy, don't make me use this knife."
I was confused, Celliac Thaumaturgy? What was he talking about? "I think you've got the wrong person..." I whispered in a frightened voice.
"I assure you that I do not. Now just keep moving Mistress Celliac unless you want to die right here." I walked a little faster; still confused and growing more worried every second. We stepped off the bus and I felt someone take hold of my arms and trap them behind my back. "Quickly, before anyone notices."
They forced me to walk quickly down the street and into an alleyway. I didn't bother struggling; I could still feel the tip of the knife jabbing into me. We turned several more times until the road was out of sight.
I shivered fearfully when we finally reached a dead end. My arms were released and I was shoved against the wall. When I turned around, the trench coat brothers were staring at me with an evil smile on both of their faces.
The man wearing the hat chuckled after a moment, "I can't believe that she is still human Thrang. You'd think her mother would have at least left her some sort of protection." He sneered and lowered his eyelids slightly, making him look more menacing.
"Too true. Madame Thaumaturgy is usually smarter than this. She was stupid to think that we wouldn't find Celliac eventually. Did she seriously believe that putting her daughter up for adoption would keep us away?" Thrang chuckled. It was a low, dark sound that made me shudder. "Would you like to do the honor, Reeal?"
The man in the hat, Reeal, pulled his trench coat aside, revealing a large battle axe. It looked like something from a movie. The sharp blade curved in a perfect crescent moon. The metal was like nothing I had ever seen before. It was pitch black and glinted the color of blood as the fading light shone on it just right.
I gasped and would have taken a step back, but the wall was already pressing against me. Thrang lifted his knife as Reeal hefted the axe. I saw that Thrang's knife looked like the axe. It was made of the same metal and shaped like a scimitar. On the flat edge however, there was a 'C' shape cut into the metal as added decoration.

Reeal took a step forward, lifting his axe above his head. I cringed away and closed my eyes. I wanted to scream, to call out for help, but terror stilled my voice.

[wolverine♥]

Ohhh, you got me hooked, Metallic! Does she die? I would love to read more!