jordan
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Post by jordan on Oct 3, 2009 23:18:47 GMT -5
alright so I started this story and then I stopped, buuuuut that's not good enough for me so I'm gonna need a little 'direction' please help either give me ideas or inspire for what I should write if I hit a block I'll post where I stopped. oh and mind you I'm not I frequent writer so I'll probally suck.
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jordan
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why do I have to be the uke?!
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Post by jordan on Oct 3, 2009 23:24:59 GMT -5
feel free to either help me edit this, or (ESPECIALLY) help me continue, please advise on where I should continue to. (unedited) Part I
The boy began his life with a cry in the basking light in a room filled with only the faces of unfamiliar people, crying. To this day the boy was known as the newborn who killed his life giver. Life givers were the most cherished, and worshipped people of this world, their mates chosen by a council of judges who made their decision based on who was the most beautiful, the strongest, and the most potent. Once the child is conceived though those who had been chosen after experiencing the greatest pleasure life has to offer are sacrificed in order to provide a good inception. But the mate of this boy’s life giver was a coward and escaped his fate, thus dooming the life giver. Male children of this world are left to the care of the old whom are usually the ugliest, the weakest, and the most impotent of their kind, where they are raised to become suitable mates through the gathering of knowledge, strength and beauty. The females though are immediately taken away to an Eden where they are cherished for the term of their lives and taught only of their importance and place in the universe and of how their gods’ will it so. This male child though was not beautiful, he was considered average in terms of looks, dull in his studies and weak in his actions. The only thing the boy truly had was his kindness along with the skill of his hands and the wit of his mouth. The boy knew many young ones like him and many unlike him some were uglier others were smarter. But most did not have what he had, the ability to think quickly and make a situation advantageous if the conditions required it so. Few males are given names for they die young for they are either sacrificed or uncared for, but this child had earned a name so befitting his disposition, the boy was thus named “Clever”. Because Clever had been given a name other than “YOU THE DARK HAIRED ONE!” or “HEY YOU, TANNED BOY!” Clever was easily remembered within his district and had even started to have been heard of in other districts of the world, which was quite a rare thing indeed.
When Clever had been given his name, Clever soon acquired a sudden craving, a lust if you will for the secrets of this world. Clever wished to acquire such secrets so as to further his own gains and live a life he thought more befitting of himself. When Clever had been given his name, Clever also soon acquired a sense that he deserved better than the others, even though he was not as beautiful, or as smart, or as strong, in fact Clever had began to treat those who were more beautiful, who were smarter, and who were stronger as lesser creatures, for his most powerful trait was his ability to turn others best attributes against them. Clever scorned the beautiful for they would die young, he would fight the strong and use their strength against them, and he would outwit the smart in a battle of tongues thus making all rain sadness upon the earth.
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Post by Joanna on Oct 19, 2009 21:56:37 GMT -5
Is this going to be a chapter story or a short story? I can help if it'll be a short one cause I see a direction you can take.
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