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Water And Ice

Posted by Velox , in Literature, Personal Writings Apr 04 2012 · 322 views
Poem, Water and Ice, Library

Water and Ice

The peaceful air,
The calm night,
Dotted with stars,
In the heavens above.

The waves flow,
So calm and smooth,
They glisten,
In the evening moon.

The snow flutters,
So graceful and free,
It sparkles,
In the ever-bright sun.

The waves crash,
So violent and fierce,
But ebb,
Against the cold, soft sand.

The snow blizzards,
So cold and sharp,
It blows,
In the freezing wind.

The waves roll,
So strong and quick
They lap,
Against your feet.

The snow falls,
So pure and white.
It pierces your cheeks,
Against the brisk air.

Water and Ice,
They are one,
And together make,
The beauties of this world.

~ :: ~


Requiescat In Pace

Posted by Velox , in Personal Writings, Literature Apr 04 2012 · 441 views
Short Story, Requiescat in Pace and 1 more...

Requiescat in Pace

~ :: ~

Another day had come and gone. What is the point of my life? Is it to keep going to work day after day doing the same old thing? Never to get away from Po-Koro?
..........I had dreamed so many times of getting away from Po-Koro. Maybe to go exploring somewhere, or maybe to just visit the other villages. But more than that I longed to get away to Ga-Koro. To see her – the one I love. I know she shares my love. Even though she hasn't said it, I know she does. I can see it in her eyes – those perfect eyes.

..........Why can't I ever get out? Why won't the Turaga let the Matoran wander about the island? No one wants to stay in their own Koro forever. I mean, what's wrong with visiting other villages? They let Takua do it, what about us? Why should we be treated any different? Why should it matter that he's the Chronicler and we're not?
..........It's just not fair, I sighed as I gazed out the window of my stone hut into the sky. It was such a peaceful day. Free from all distractions. The clouds were moving gracefully across the midday sky, and the sun was shining brilliantly through the clouds, with its rays illuminating whatever they touched. And yet, it were days like these that were most depressing.
..........What a more perfect day to spend with the one I love? And yet, and yet.
..........I sighed again and dropped my pencil, watching it bounce back and forth on the tabletop before finally landing properly and then rolling a short ways. I had been writing another Short Story – a hobby I enjoy – until I started thinking about Mahima again. I just couldn't keep my thoughts off her.
..........We met a few years ago during one of the three yearly parties – Naming Day, Valentines Day, and Thanksgiving. Three days out of the whole year we get to be together. I suppose one might say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but does it really? It's hard to even remember how she speaks sometimes.
..........Valentines Day was tomorrow, and Matoran were preparing for it by putting up festive banners and other decorations. I never really understood why we all put up decorations since everyone traveled to Ta-Koro anyway. Still, I decided to not look like a weirdo and started putting up my own decorations like everyone else.
..........After it was dark I finally finished setting up all the decorations around my hut and decided to call it a night. I doused the light stones on the wall and hopped in my warm bed, taking off my Kanohi right before. I quickly fell asleep from exhaustion and dreamed about Mahima and what would happen at the celebration.

~ :: ~

I awoke the next morning to feel quite refreshed, and quickly got out of bed. I put my Kanohi back on, and washed my face with a little water before heading to my small kitchen. There I prepared a little breakfast which I consumed rather quickly, and walked out the door to where other Po-Matoran were gathered in the courtyard next to Toa Pohatu's Suva.
..........As I was on my way, I spotted Hewkii in the crowd and walked up to him – after all, he was one of my best friends.
..........“Hewkii!” I called out to him.
..........“Hey, Velox. How's it going?”
..........“Not bad. I'm really excited about the party. I can't wait until we get to leave”
..........“Me too. I hope to see Macku again. I haven't seen her for a while,” he replied.
..........“Yeah, I hope to see Mahima as well. Well, I'll see you around!” I began walking once again toward Toa Pohatu's Suva where the Matoran were gathered. The Turaga was making preparations to leave by making sure all the Matoran were gathered, and various things like that. I waited impatiently as I thought about Mahima and what would happen at the upcoming celebration.
..........Hopefully we can go somewhere by ourselves, I thought to myself hopefully.
..........I quickly shook away all thoughts as I heard the signal that we were leaving.
..........At last.

~ :: ~

When we finally arrived at Ta-Koro, I scanned the crowed for the Ga-Matoran that I loved so much. There were many little shops set up throughout the city selling various goods that would remind Matoran of the celebration, but I did not notice them. I became oblivious to all else around me. I saw her.
..........She too saw me, and started walking toward me.
..........“Mahima, I love you,” I said, letting the words slip out of my mouth by another power. I waited, wondering if she would say the same back.
..........“I love you too,” she replied as she hugged me.. After about a minute had passed, we joined hands and walked away from all the crowds to the bottom a lavafall in Ta-Wahi. We sat down at the bank beneath the fall, and just stayed there talking in each other's arms. We heard the Turaga announce the Kohlii game was about to begin, but we didn't care – we had each other.
..........We sat there for hours, while all the various activities were going on during the celebration, listening to various stories we had, or just enjoying each other's company without saying anything as she laid her mask against my shoulder.
..........Soon the evening became twilight, and we both knew we had to be getting back soon. Then we heard it – Turaga Vakama announced on his megaphone that the Ga and Le Matoran were leaving.
..........“Goodbye, Velox,” she told me as she hugged me, a tear slipping from her eye. I was so sad that we wouldn't be able to see each other for a long time. It just wasn't fair how the Turaga kept us in our Koro, not letting us out except three times a year . . .
..........I quickly snapped out of my thoughts as I felt her lips against my cheek. I quickly kissed her back as she started crying in my arms.
..........“I don't know when I'll see you again,” she said.
..........“I don't know either, but I do know that I love you.”
..........She silently slipped out of my arms, wiped her tears away, and left to go back to the main square.

~ :: ~

Why? Why must she leave? Why can't she come with me to Po-Koro, or why can't I go to Ga-Koro? I sat down next lava fall and gazed at the lava flowing a few feet away from me. It was hot, but that didn't matter. She was gone, and I wouldn't see her for a long time. That's all that mattered.
..........I looked at the lava again. If I jumped in I'd probably die instantly, feeling little or no pain . . .
..........I wiped a tear away that had formed on my eye.
..........No, I told myself. I have to be a live. What would happen to Mahima if she learned that I was dead? We will be together one day. I know it. Even if we have to leave this island, we will be together.
..........I looked up from the lava and listened. Shouting, screaming. I heard the Turaga trying to shout orders over the screaming Matoran.
..........Oh, no,” I said to myself as I ran back for Ta-Koro, with many questions in my head concerning all the screaming. The shouts and screams faded as I drew closer, and when I arrived there was no one to be found – alive, anyway. Bodies with blood seeping out of them were lying throughout the main courtyard. I looked around. Some were my friends – Hafu, Huki, and others. I looked away from the sight, unable to bear seeing my friends dead.
..........What could have done this? I asked myself. Then I saw her. Mahima. She was lying on the ground with other bodies. I ran over to her, kneeling down in front of the limp form. She was dead. And it was most likely a painful death.
..........I wanted to be anywhere else right then. I wished I was dead instead of her.
..........I fell to the ground, unable to keep myself in my kneeling position with my grief.
..........She was dead.
..........I looked up again, seeing Mahima lying there in front of me, bloody and bruised. I wished so much she would wake up. I wished so much that there was a way I could save her, but I couldn't. It was over.
..........I heard a loud roar, and I looked up from the body to where the sound had come from. There I saw the most menacing Rahi I had ever seen. It was a wolf-like being named Skotraxx. Though, this was no ordinary wolf. It's size being at least three times that of an ordinary wolf.
..........He was pitch black with silver armor, and his head was hideous, with a huge spike stretching from the top of his head to his back. His teeth and claws were covered in blood, and his back was lined with spikes, along with a pair of giant wings that were laid upon his back.
..........I did what anyone would do in that situation. I ran. I ran to where ever my legs took me, with Skotraxx following close behind. I ran into the forests of Le-Wahi, hoping for it to get lost in the woods. I looked behind me and saw nothing. Too scared to stop, I ran to where I thought the forest ended. When I finally reached the end of the forest, I let myself fall in exhaustion. I laid on the ground breathing heavily.
..........All I could think about was Mahima. Dead. Dead by the hand of Skotraxx.
..........Why? Why did she have to die? Why not me instead of her? I would gladly exchange my life for hers any day.
..........I knew I had to go to her. She needed to be given a proper burial. But, was I the only Matoran alive? Had the Turaga all been killed? No, I decided. There had to be someone still alive, and I would search the whole island until I found someone. I left to go back to Ta-Koro.

~ :: ~

I arrived at Ta-Koro, and saw all the bodies lying in the streets again. Then I found her. Her dead body lying there, unmoving. I silently prayed that some how she would start breathing again, but I knew there was no way that was possible. Blood was pouring out in almost any place imaginable and her Kanohi had a huge gash across the middle.
..........She was dead, and there was nothing I could do about it. I picked up her body and brought it into the outskirts of Ta-Wahi. I dug a hole, and placed her body in. I knelt and said some silent prayers over her body before standing up again and placing dirt over her. When the hole was filled up with dirt, I found a stone and carved her name onto it with another rock. I placed it on top of the little grave and knelt down again.
..........I looked up at the gravestone and saw her name. I burst down in tears, knowing that she was in there, dead.
..........After an hour or two had passed, I finally turned away from the little grave and left.

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What more is there? What is the point of life any more? Why should I go on living? No. I know she would not like that. I must not throw away my life. I will continue living.
..........The hate started swelling within me. Ideas for vengeance were forming in my head.
..........Requiescat in Pace, Mahima. You will be avenged.

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Note: Inspired by ~GreenBioGuy~'s MOC Skotraxx.



Posted by Velox , in Literature, Personal Writings Apr 04 2012 · 381 views
Short Story, Whispers, Library


~ :: ~

..........Kaeru, Kaeru.
..........Whispers. Whispers shouting from the darkness. Another voice came. This one distinctly in the form of telepathy.
.........."Kaeru," Shakaz's deep, sinister voice rang in Kaeru's head, "report to my chamber. Now."
..........Kaeru had been looking over the blueprints for the fortress trying to figure out more defenses when he received the message; immediately stopping what he was doing, sitting up from his chair, and making his way to the door of his room. He shut the door behind him, making his way through the hallway. The white fluorescent lights brightly lit up the hallway; the chain they were connected to swaying slightly as the circulating air flowed past them. He hastily walked into the main chamber of the fortress, the heat from the large fire clearly felt throughout the spacious room.
..........A chill when up his spine as he made his way into the Leader's hallway. Instead of lamps, there were torches lining the rough stone wall, eerily illuminating the passage-way. He slowed his stride a little, the fear rising in him of talking to his leader.
..........Whispers. He quickened his footstep, eager to get out of the repulsive corridor. The torches diminished in quantity, until only a few lit the remaining of the tunnel, darkening the area.
..........He finally reached the entry to Shakaz's chamber, and, after pausing for a moment, knocked on the steel loudly.
..........A faint but malicious "enter" was heard, and Kaeru opened the door slowly; stepped inside and closed it behind him, the hollow bang sounded throughout the room as the steel hit against the door-frame.
..........I don’t know why I’m so nervous, the Toa said to himself as he looked around for his master. I’m a high-ranking officer in his organization, after-all. I’m going to have to get used to talking with him.
.........."Come here," a voice spoke, a shadow becoming slowly visible as the fire from the hearth shown on Shakaz's dark armor. A faint outline finally appeared with a pair of eyes so red that blood would look pink in comparison. Faint, barely discernible hints of violet defined the shadow standing before Kaeru, with the silhouettes of spikes placed intermittently around the mass. The Toa of Sonics walked closer, his gunmetal armor becoming illuminated from the fire.
.........."I have a mission for you," the voice continued. "You have shown yourself to be a formidable tracker, which is the reason I have chosen you for this job. You are to find the two escapees and bring them to me. They were last seen in the volcanic land near here, making their way toward the forest. Start there, and work your way into the forest. If you fail to bring them back, you will wish you had never been born." His voice slowed at the last sentence.
.........."Yes, master," Kaeru quickly said; no intention of angering his leader. With that, he disappeared into a mass of shadow energy.

~ :: ~

Kaeru appeared next to an active volcano in a volcanic wasteland, his body quickly bringing his molecules together after his teleportation from Shakaz's chamber.
..........How the heck am I supposed to find them? his brain asked itself, the nervousness growing within his being as he thought of who gave the order. He knew Shakaz would surely kill him if he did not complete the mission, so moved on.
.........."Kaeru," a dark voice suddenly spoke from behind him. Kaeru quickly spun around, his eyes wide with fear at the vicious voice; a sharp breath escaping from his lips. But there was nothing. Nothing but the ashy ground for kio around; patches of orange visible above the various charcoal-hued volcanoes.
..........Kaeru let loose a breath as his gasping started to turn to normal.
.........."Kaeru," a whispering voice exclaimed again. The Toa quickly spun around, trying to find the source, only to find none.
..........Kaeru. He looked around frantically again, and started running toward the woods. A large patch of grass appeared in the middle of the trees. He ran through the field; the cold, wet grass numbing his feet. He shivered -- from panic or the cold, he didn't know.
..........The trees rushed by his eyes as he ran; some of the leaves whipping his face as he ran by. A drizzle of blood appeared from where a branch had hit him, but the Toa sprinted onward, the tension overwhelming his being.
..........He hastened his pace still, looking around for a source of the whispers. He heard the toll of a campanile as the foliage thinned, revealing a valley dotted with trees. He looked for the source and saw an ancient, ruined building in the distance – once a huge temple.
..........He dashed toward it, his lungs struggling for air, and the eerie fog causing his vision to blur. He didn't stop to ponder how the bell still rang, or what the building was, but kept running, attempting to free himself from the voices. The ghastly glow of the moon broke its way through the clouds, slightly illuminating his path as he rushed across the grass. He finally reached his destination, and quickly ran inside the abandoned building. He ran to a large stone column and hid behind it while catching his breath. He stuck close to the pillar, too afraid to move from his current position.
..........A knife suddenly flew past his ear. His eyes followed its direction to see it plunge into the body of a Matoran; blood sputtering out from the open wound as he fell to the floor. Kaeru turned back to where the knife had come from, only to see a knife flying at his head, plunging into his mask but doing no damage.
.........."Who's there?" the Toa of Sonics screamed, panicking as he looked around. He ran down the pathway to another pillar and attached on to it, his eyes wide with distress. He moved his body back-and-forth around the pillar with terror. A clank sounded behind him. He looked back, seeing a knife fall down from the wall it had just hit.
.........."Where are you?" he shouted, his voice trembling in trepidation.
..........He turned around, only to see another knife fly at him. The last thing he ever heard was the echoing whispers in his head.
..........A pitch black Toa emerged from the shadows, wearing a mask of illusion.
..........“I am not going back to that place,” the Toa spoke softly to himself on the opposite side of the room as the knife struck Kaeru. As the Toa of Sonic’s body fell to the floor, the blood pouring from the wound, the campanile struck midnight.

~ :: ~


The Lincoln Lawyer, By Michael Connelly

Posted by Velox , in Literature Mar 11 2012 · 267 views
books, Harry Bosch, Mickey Haller and 4 more...
[Full review here]

Wow. I really wasn't expecting this to be that good. I saw the previews for the movie back when it came out and it looked cool. However, if a movie is based off of a book, I like to read the book first, so as such I just added The Lincoln Lawyer to my five-thousand-mile-long reading list and didn't think much of it after that. I even bought the book a while back at a used bookstore, but again, just shelved it in favor of other books that I wanted to read first. So last Sunday I finished Locked On, by Tom Clancy (review here), and then was looking at my bookshelves and deciding what to read next. TLL caught my eye, and, after watching the trailer for the movie again, I chose that over the other books I was considering. Needless to say, I was hooked from the beginning, promptly read it, finished it Wednesday, and then starting The Brass Verdict (the next book in the Mickey Haller series) and finishing that yesterday. Both were amazing.

Mickey Haller is truly a fantastic character, and Connelly has a very enjoyable writing style.

The movie rendition was also very well done, but the book was far better; the movie was too fast-paced, causing you to miss out on a lot of things/scenes that made the book so great. Characterization also suffered in the movie, as you don't get to see as much of Haller's thinking, etc. However, the movie was still very enjoyable, and Matthew McCounaghey was quite awesome as the title role.

Needless to say, I am going to be visiting a couple used bookstores today, and will hopefully pick up the rest of the Mickey Haller series (and eventually the Harry Bosch series, as he is also an awesome character who I encountered for the first time in The Brass Verdict).

So yes, I would definitely recommend these two books.


Old Story Ideas

Posted by Velox , in Literature Mar 04 2012 · 184 views
Core War, story idea, Writing and 1 more...
Anyone remember that Core War Short Story Contest a while back? Well, I was going through all my various writing folders (my computer's a mess...I wanted to finally organize stories that I had finished, abandoned, are in progress, and ideas, etc.), and I came across my old Core War entry idea. I had forgotten how much I loved that; I think that may be the farthest I've ever gone into someone's character with the exception of two (or three) of my main characters for other projects. Unfortunately I also remember why I had never gone forward with that story: I never liked the plot I had planned nor could think of one I liked. =/ I'm definitely going to revisit that idea, though (and maybe not even as a Bionicle story, but definitely with the same character), as I love that character idea.

I also found a small piece of a second-person narrative I was working on (I completely forget what I was writing it for, as all I have are about 10 lines of story...) that I also quite like, and definitely hope to finish. One problem is: "the creature is revealed in a brief instant as it steps into the light. The sight is horrible. You scream in unadulterated fear as knife-sized teeth tear you apart, look down to see that you have lost your legs."

That's a problem because I don't like writing Bionicle stories any more (well, for most things...see, now I like to write because I want to be able to show people that I wrote it, but I don't want to show anyone anything that's Bionicle except here on BZP), and there's not really an animal that fits that description (if there is and I'm just not thinking, please let me know =P). I s'pose I could create some sort of fantasy creature (I haven't written anything in the fantasy genre besides Bionicle things, so maybe this is my time to...) or use some Mythological creature, though. And the other problem just being I'm not sure what else to do with this story...

I found a few other cool story ideas, too, but these two are my favorite. Maybe I'll actually start writing again? (considering before Souvenirs I hadn't completed a short story in...a long time.) I hope so.


New Short Story

Posted by Velox , in Literature Mar 01 2012 · 154 views
writing, short story, souvenirs


It's been a while since I've written a short story. =/ I'm just really glad I was able to write/post this, and hopefully more bursts of inspiration will come up. I started writing this on Christmas Day, then didn't write anything until this past Monday, so I know it's a little late for a Christmas story, but I'm just glad I finished it. =P

Anyway, reviews are very much appreciated in the topic. =] I can review something of yours in return, too.


Shooting Range

Posted by Velox , in BZPower, Other, Life, Literature Feb 27 2012 · 356 views
shooting range, writings and 4 more...

Yesterday I shot a handgun for the first time; my sister's boyfriend owns one (S&W 9mm), and as such offered to take me to a shooting range. Was definitely awesome and quite fun. It's funny how easier it is. When I first tried it I was kinda scared and thought it'd be hard, but it's really not, and the blowback isn't bad at all (of course, it gets worse the bigger gun you go, but still). Now I really want to go shooting in the desert with a sniper rifle like he does sometimes as well. I also really want to shoot a Beretta 92 and some other handguns just to see the difference (a revolver would be cool, too). Anyway.

So, promotion/transfer. Best part about it is definitely the new name color; I love this shade of blue. It's kinda funny, though; I haven't done anything staff-official yet due to inactivity in the forums I'm assigned to, Windy always stealing my closing topic chances in Q&A, and the good behavior of everyone. =P But still, it's definitely awesome.

On the literature side of things, I'm currently planning a couple projects with some people...definitely hope to start writing them soon, as I am incredibly excited for both. One thing is re-joining the BZPRPG, which I've been planning to do forever (and attempted it back when the forums first came back, but only ended up posting once before leaving again =P), but due to basketball and school haven't been able to. But now that basketball is over, I should have enough time to stay active. Anyway, I'm planning a few things for that, so it might be a little while before I actually join again, but once I start posting I hope to not disappear again.

I mentioned Kill Shot by Vince Flynn in my last entry briefly (I finished it the next day). An extremely awesome book and highly recommended. It also became the #1 New York Times Bestseller, which I'm very happy about. Anyway, that led me to wanting to re-read some of Vince Flynn's older books, so I re-read his first, Term Limits. Also definitely recommended, but I'd recommend American Assassin and Kill Shot more (because they, and all his other books, have Mitch Rapp; these two are prologues to all the other books, AA being first and KS being next, so to read them chronologically read those two then all his others starting with Transfer of Power; go to his website).

Anyway, currently reading Locked On, by Tom Clancy. Another great book that I'd recommend. I really hope to go back and read all of the Tom Clancy books I haven't (I've only read Patriot Games, Dead or Alive, and Against All Enemies, all of which were fantastic).

And that's about it.


Yuletide Writings

Posted by Velox , in Literature Dec 26 2011 · 320 views
Christmas, Short Story, Writings
So when I woke up this morning I really felt like writing a Christmas story. I love little bursts of inspiration like this. Anyway, ten minutes later, this is the result. It's not finished yet -- probably still need to edit it some, and there's actually going to be a second part to it -- as right as I was outlining a further part of the story I had to do some other things.

But still, I wanted to post it here while it's still Christmas (for us West-coasters, at least, for a few minutes =P); once I finish it I'll post it in COT, but for now:


A whiff of sweetness from the pine tree in her living room filled her nose as she walked past the Christmas tree. She stopped for a moment, smelling the sweet, syrupy scent. The lights sparkled around her; lights from the tree; light reflecting off the ornaments; rays from the sun shining an incandescent illumination upon the room through the drawn shades; all part of the conglomeration of lights forming a radiant brilliancy throughout the room.

Music played from a stereo on the far side of the room; “Carol of the Bells.” The music and light filled her with warmth as she observed the room around her. Packages in various states of disarray, wrapping paper torn to pieces, children squealing, giggling with delight in the playroom upstairs as they made use of the goods they had received, their grandparents laughing heartily at seeing the young children at play.

And, for the briefest of moments, it brought a smile to her face. Until tears clouded her vision again; wet globules of water streaming down her unblemished cheeks. She had turned her head to the single, non-Christmas picture hanging on the wall. Her husband, in his USMC Dress Uniform, his expression stoic; so plain just as all military pictures were. Seeing his face only brought more tears, wishing he could be with her now.

But his absence wasn’t the worst part. It was not knowing if he’d ever come home alive; not knowing if he was alive now with the delayed notifications from the chaos of war. An organized chaos, but chaos all the same. She knew his body may never make it home – one wrong step and he may become a mass of millions of unidentifiable pieces. An empty coffin with only a flag.

That was what she feared, why she cried herself to sleep every night. Are you alive tonight? was her constant query. Part of her liked to think that she would know – that they were connected by some unseen force, binding them together, letting her know when he breathed and when he didn’t – but she knew that wasn’t possible. So instead she hoped, she prayed, she cried; begging God to give him just one more day. Until the next night when she repeated desperate plea.

She lifted her head from her hands, unconsciously having sat on the sofa as the memory of her husband controlled her thoughts. The pine still sharp in the air. The music still playing. The lights still dazzling. Her children still shrieking. Pull yourself together. It’s Christmas for God’s sake. She grabbed a tissue. Wiped her eyes and blew her nose. She sniffled and stood up.

Her children ran down the stairs, proudly displaying their recently acquired gifts. She smiled again as they tugged and pulled on her hands and clothes. She acquiesced, allowing them to drag her into the backyard, then chasing them, tickling them – all the while letting herself become more and more involved in the game, her sorrows melting away through the joyous squealing of her children. Children too young to understand the gravity of their father’s situation.


The second part would be his (the husband's) thoughts/whatnot as he's trying to remember his wife/still celebrate Christmas while in Afghanistan.

All comments/etc. are very much appreciated. =]

And, of course, Merry Christmas, everyone! :xmas:


Happy Birthday, Harry Dresden!

Posted by Velox , in Literature Oct 31 2011 · 206 views
Or Happy Halloween, I guess, but IMO the birthday of Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden is much more important. =P

On that note, I've been reading the Dresden Files recently -- I forget when I started, but I've been reading them in order from Fool Moon [I read [i]Storm Front[/i] about a year ago] and am currently on White Night. I own every book with the exception of Changes, which I will hopefully get soon [or at least when it comes time to read it].

They are definitely some of my favorite books ever. Jim Butcher is just a fantastic author, and Dresden is an awesome character, along with the whole slew of supporting characters [my favorite being Bob], well thought-out plots, and superb descriptions that make the Dresden Files a must-read.

I'll write a full review of the series when I finish Ghost Story [and I'll also be doing individual book reviews], but for now I just wanted to give a shout out to an amazing series whose main character's birthday is today. I really must thank Aaron [Nuju Metru] for recommending the series to me; I probably wouldn't have ever heard of them if he hadn't. The only thing I can say is I wish I would've read them sooner. =P

And on the subject of stories, Edgar Allen Poe is a genius. You must read one of his stories today, or you are not properly celebrating Halloween.

And so with that: what's your favorite Poe story? For me, I don't know. It's really hard to choose, and I haven't read nearly as many as I should -- hope to change that, soon [but heck, I've got a reading list the size of Alaska -- so many books and stories I have on my shelf that I want to read (and some that aren't on my shelf)].

Hope everyone has an awesome time, and don't forget to enter the Short Stories Contest in the library!

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Posted by Velox , in League of Authors, Literature, BZPower Jan 28 2008 · 302 views
Write-Offs are writing challenges originally created by 55555 and Kakaru, where a group of people get together in a group chat on Skype and write. A theme is given, and all participants have 15-minutes to write a vignette/flash fiction story about said theme, with no extra time for editing or preparing. At the end, the stories are sent to all participants and the participants critique each others' works.

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|| Premier Membership | Dimensioneer | 9th January 2009 ||

|| Comedies Critics Club Curator | Hahil Husky | 24th April 2009 ||

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|| Helping Out | Hahli Husky | 24th April 2009 ||

|| Forum Mentor | Black Six | 16th April 2010 ||

|| Short Stories Critics Club Curator | Hahli Husky | 9th August 2010 ||

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|| Forum Assistant | Black Six | 20th February 2012 ||

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The Memories of the Trees || ToM Dracone
K's Korner! || Kopakalaka

The Crystal Gardens || ~BlueDiamond~
Death and Rebirth || ChocolateFrogs
Citidel of Ancients || Cederak
Prime Time || ((Primus))
The Emerald Apple || ~GreenBioGuy~
The Motley Array || 55555
The Bones Blog || bonesiii
The Observatory || Argetlam
Blog of a Trumpet Player || Sidorak the Hunter
Squid in a Cordak Blaster || Turakii #1 Lava Surfer
The Bunny's Burrow || Bundalings the Bunny
The Blaze from Beyond || Bioni-Cool Jack
Omi's Rush || Omicron




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