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[Mad Maudie]

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[Ceteruler]

I love writing! It's my #1 thing to do besides video games and music and books... well, I guess they are all tied.

"Write" now, I'm working on a piece where 18 year old range kids get kidnapped by some freak and are forced to play in a weird game.

[Mad Maudie]

interesting

[Nightfire]

I'll post a bit of my novel.

Itaris...

The rodent was oblivious, snuffling around in the field of Razor grass for food, entirely unaware that it was about to become food. I slunk through the grass, my belly brushing against the ground as I came within a meter of it. A few more steps, and I was close enough. I pounced, pinning it underneath one paw as I delivered a lethal bite to it's neck. "Well done, Zar!"
I whirled around with the rodent gripped in my mouth as I saw my mother walking across the field towards me. She looked like an ordinary panther; jet black with amber eyes, but, to me, she was like an angel. I ran to meet her, nuzzling against her affectionately and dropping my catch, pinning it underneath one paw. "Thanks, mama, but you're the one that taught me."
She laughed, flicking my ear with her tail as she took the rodent. "Your father will certainly be impressed."
"Is he home?" I asked eagerly, suddenly excited and nervous at the same time.
She nodded. "Just got back."
I lashed my tail in excitement, practically taking off and flying. My father traveled a lot, so I rarely ever saw him, and now I was fifteen; a whole year older since when he had last been home. "Will he even recognize me?" I worried in a typical teen fashion.
My mother rolled her eyes, shoving the rodent into my mouth to shut me up. "Zar-Learam, of course he'll know you. Don't say such ridiculous things."
I nodded, barely able to keep myself from charging into our home. We walked through the low, stone door, and I saw a pair of bright, emerald green eyes staring at me. "Papa!" I yelled as soon as I dropped my catch. I zoomed towards him, forgetting all about my previous nervousness.
The shadowy panther laughed, his deep voice echoing through the cavern as he caught me in his arms. "You have grown so much since I saw you last!" he exclaimed, and I smiled shyly.
My ears twitched as I heard my mother come up behind me. "I've missed you, Ashkin," she said, nuzzling him.
He smiled, showing off a set of gleaming, white fangs that stood out in stark contrast to his black fur. "Well, Zarina, you will not ever have to miss me again, for I am done with travelling. It is about time that I stopped bothering with other lands, seeing as how there is so much I have not known about my own family."
I heard her make a small noise of surprise and satisfaction, and I grinned. "Does this mean that you'll come hunting with me?" I asked.
He nodded, and I whooped, causing a loud mewl to erupt loudly from the corner. My mother hurried over and curled soothingly around the tiny panther cub. "Hush, Trevar, she didn't mean to frighten you."
I flattened my ears in embarrassment. "Oops." My father chuckled as we went over to look at him. My brother was only a little over one year old, and I thought he was adorable. Like the rest of us, he was completely black, but was still covered in soft kitten fuzz, instead of the sleek velvet fur of an adult. I watched as my father's gaze melted, and he picked up the cub and nuzzled him.
"How about the two of you go hunting now?" my mother asked, confiscating Trevar. "One little rodent will not feed this family, and I'm sure you both have lots you want to catch up on."
I giggled. "Yes, mama."
My father smiled down at me. "You'll need to show me where the best prey lies, Zar-Learam."
I rolled my eyes. "Yes, papa, but only if you don't use my full name. I prefer to just be called Zar."
He chuckled, then we exited our home, and I led him West, where I knew the herds of dere were. We crept over a small rise, and I pointed at the huge group of beasts that were milling around. The were covered in short, spiky fur, and each had six, powerful legs and long, narrow faces. The males had huge antlers that could easily gore a cat to death, so they weren't usually easy prey.
My father glanced at me, his emerald eyes shining. "I'll assume that you know the way top hunt these things."
I nodded slowly. "I know how, and I've watched mama catch them, but I've never actually gone after one before. The only way to kill one is to snap it's neck."
He grinned. "In that case, wait here." He suddenly disappeared, melding into the cliffs. I had no idea where he had gone, so I focused instead on the herd of dere, which was grazing unhurriedly on the plentiful Razor grass. Then a black shape streaked out, aiming for the oldest of them, and I subconsciously held my breath as my father leapt, coming down on top of it and slashing at it's throat with his claws. He caught it firmly, twisting sharply. The dere's head suddenly went limp, and my father leapt clear as it crashed to the ground in a heap. The rest of the herd panicked and fled, and I ran down, smiling broadly, then gasping as a tower of thick, black fur collided with me.
"Oof!" I exclaimed as the wind was knocked out of me, looking up into a pair of green eyes. "You're a great hunter, papa, but please don't kill your daughter!"
He laughed, and we went back towards the Dere slowly. I was wondering how we'd get it back to the cavern, when my father suddenly gasped. "Zarina!"
He whirled around and took off like a black arrow, and I ran after him. "Papa, slow down!" I called, but he was already too far. I went as fast as I could go, then froze. The first thing I saw was...blood. Cat blood. I walked closer, then my breath caught in my throat as I detected a horrible, sickening scent. It was similar to the dew on the cliffs, yet there was a slightly musty tone to it. I had been raised from a cub to fear that scent...for it was the scent of a Lenara.
I forced myself to walk into the cavern, despite the fact that all of my instincts were telling me to run, and then let out an anguished yowl when I saw my mother. She was lying in a pool of her own blood, and my father was kneeling over her, sobbing. "Is...is she...dead?" I made myself ask.
The heartrending roar of pain and anger that came from my father answered the question, and it tore me to pieces. I wanted nothing more than to kill whoever had killed my mother, and I wanted to kill them now. And they would die.
I turned and ran, not caring where I went, but only knowing that I was going to destroy anyone who got in my way. I felt angry rather than sad, and I followed the sickening, musty scent through the tall cliffs, not knowing where I was going. And yet, at the same time, I did know where I was going: where my enemies were.

[Wolfstar]

I'm writing two books.  One is called Star Rangers and the other one is called Wolf Tales.  One is a Sci-Fi and the other is Fantasy.

[Nightfire]

"Wolf Tales" sounds awesome.

[MatthiasMan]

You can see my novel in the fanwork section. Starts with Danderson.

[Varleyfray]

I had a couple of things published in Merlyn's Pen many years ago when I was in middle-school, and I've written a number of things since then, though I've never sent anything on to a publishing house. Too stressful!

Currently I'm working on two larger projects, Mechanique which is a Steampunk re-imagining of the Phantom of the Opera (the book, children.) with some other folks and a personal project involving Viking-age tribes and owlish machine men.

[Nightfire]

I've been working on Itaris for a while. I'm only finished with the first chapter, though, because I've been doing other stuff recently. As far as I can tell, it's pretty good, but I'd like to know what you guys think of it. I posted a sample above in a previous post.

[MatthiasMan]

I'm thinking of writing a short story about Blooshton and all the characters I made to go with it.

[KaiTheDog]

As much as I like to write and would love to share it, my works have this particular habit of being... mature. Not like it's dirty kind of mature, but the subject matter might be frowned upon by the mods if I posted it. My milder stuff, however:

After having his head wound treated and a filling meal of shrimp, Chucky found himself quite content laying down. He was lucky to have not gotten a concussion, but he was carefully examined by the ever-watchful though easily distracted Kai, just in case something were to happen. The two were still chained together, for Badrang had not said anything about slavery or enrollment into the horde for one or both squirrel and Alsatian. But there was one thing Chucky was dead set on: if the warrior whose likeness was sewn across the tapestry at the yet-to-be-built Redwall was here, he would make sure that he was as strong as he could possibly be for the upcoming events in the near future.
The squirrel rolled onto his back and stared up at a star dappled sky, it was a shame that such a wonderful sight had to be shared with a horrid place like this, but even Marshank had its own charm to it, as unnerving as it was. The polished gray stones shone a light blue under the light of a half moon; Redwall had that same sheen in moonlight. Chucky would have given his uncombed tail to be back in the dormitories, snuggled warmly under a thick blanket with his head sunk into a down stuffed pillow and to wake up to sounds of the Joseph bell, or was it now the Matthias and Methuselah bells now? He could not remember, and he tried not to think too hard about it. Chucky lay his paws on his belly and enjoyed the silence.
Now that he noticed it, Kai was unusually quiet, the only sounds coming from her direction were the sounds of a stick scraping dirt. Sitting up carefully, as not to rattle the chains bound to their ankles, Chucky noticed something that he had seldom seen the Alsatian do, and that was draw.

[MatthiasMan]

That's REALLY Good!   

[Nightfire]

Here's an excerpt from a crime/suspense story that I'm writing. The Hunter is a deadly serial killer. I'll post a picture of her sometime, but here's part of the story:

The Hunter padded quietly through the tunnel, her ears capturing every bit of sound. The russet-colored fur framing her black stripes glistened dully in the pale light of the lanterns affixed to the walls, and her massive mane of porcupine-like quills was bristled, ready to act as a defense should she be jumped on from above. Her dark eyes shone as she opened her jaws to taste the air, and she bared her fangs in a noiseless snarl as the acrid stench of her quarry hit the scent receptors in her mouth. Creeping slowly around a corner, she spotted her target: A monstrous-looking, insectlike alien sprawled leisurely across a chair, it's antennae twitching lazily. The Hunter crouched down, her eyes scanning the chamber as she dispassionately planned her next move. She darted swiftly across the ground on all fours, weaving snakelike through several stone pillars as she came closer to her quarry. She circled around to the back of the chair, standing straight as she whipped her five-meter-long tail around the back of the chair and plunged her venomous spike into the creature's neck. Twitching spasmodically, it hung limp. The deadly assassin growled quietly in distaste, reaching up to activate the communicator implanted into her left ear. "This is the Hunter," she snarled in a low, harsh voice. "Target five has been terminated."
A high-pitched squeal of joy came through, causing the assassin to wince slightly at the feedback it sent. "Yes! I can't believe you actually did it! You know, everyone else I've sent has ended up dead."
The Hunter flicked her tail in annoyance. "I will be coming to Arael in three days to receive payment." The person on the other end of the line gulped. Coming face-to-face with the Hunter? Oh, it was fine communicating over a long distance, but he was scared stiff at the idea of meeting the assassin in person. "Do not try to contact me again," the Hunter's voice cut through the client's worried thoughts.
The deadly assassin ripped out the implant, then dealt it a mighty blow. It shattered, sending out sparks. She left the building, turning her dark red eyes to the heavens briefly before taking off across the fields, her long, whip-like tail streaming out behind, her mane of quills flattened for less wind resistance as she bounded agilely over rocks and hills....

[MatthiasMan]

You guys have WAY more time on your hands to write than me.

[Tiria Wildlough]

@Nightfire: That's pretty good! I hope to read your book someday.