Endless Thought (endlessthought) wrote, @ 2004-02-23 22:44:00

Current mood:	creative
Current music:	MC Hammer - Too Legit to Quit

The beginnings of a story....
It's not the best..and yes I know I'm not all that descriptive and blah blah blah...but here's the beginning of my story that I have so far....

The Story of Two Brothers

It was a warm summer day today. The birds flew about amongst the trees, singing their songs. The sunlight filtered through the leaves of the trees, shining brightly down on the cold, hard earth. Trees rustled gently in the wind, swaying back and forth. Just past the trees, there was a big, open field. Tall grass adorned this field, this too, dancing in the wind. Right in the midst of this tall grass, was a young man. The man sat there, letting the grass move about him, as if it were moving to keep him hidden, or protect him. This man’s named was Charlie Lancaster. He was about twenty-five years of age with blond hair and blue eyes. He continued sitting in the middle of the field, focusing, meditating, honing and sharpening his sense. His eyes widened as he sensed something coming from afar. He rolled over to the left, and crouched down low amongst the grass, keeping his eyes peeled for whatever was going to come at him. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he knew that it moved very fast. So fast, that it was almost undetectable. Charlie crept low to the ground weaving in and out of the field of grass, using it as a cover, as if it were a part of his body. He stopped in his tracks as he hard a loud, whoosh sound behind him. He quickly reacted with a back flip and spun around. He smirked as he thought he knew who it was. He’d be ready this time though. He crept closer to the ground, closing his eyes, concentrating for a moment. He shielded his mind and made it almost completely disappear, for he knew that his foe was also a disciple of mind. This way, he’d be harder to track. He stealthily moved through the grass again, hearing another whooshing sound to his left, and then to his right. His foe was getting ready for the attack. He stood up, sure of who it was now, and took his stance, digging his heels into the ground, planting himself firmly in the ground. Charlie crouched lower to the ground, taking his tiger stance. The whooshing sound sounded behind him, then in front. His foe was slowly getting faster and faster.
Before he knew it, he was sent flying into the air with a single punch. He quickly regained his balance and back flipped in mid air, landed on a nearby rock, and launched off of it at his assailant. Charlie again smirked as he extended out his arms clenching his hands into two fists, he nailed him right in the chest. His foe was sent backwards, flying only a few feet. He flew past him and landed in front of his attacker.
“You’re not as fast as you were last time Dante.” Charlie mocked him, still grinning from ear to ear.
Dante got up and then smirked himself, both of them looking at each other.
“I was just going easy on you this time, remember how badly I beat you last time?” he replied.
“Yeah…I remember, but you just got lucky. I wasn’t concentrating as hard as I am now.” Charlie shot back. Still crouching low to the ground, Charlie uses his left leg as a pivotal point and spins around, extending his right leg into a sweep. Dante jumped into the air, back flipping again, landing only a foot away.
“Nice try…but you’ll have to do better than that.” Dante took his stance and then extended his hand, motioning for Charlie to attack him. Charlie stood up, dusted himself off then bowed to Dante. He took his tiger stance once more, then closed his eyes, focusing his Chi, channeling his energy into his next attack. This would be one that Dante would remember for quite a while. Charlie was done concentrating. He opened his eyes wide and moved in for the attack.

That's all I got so far. Leave me a comment and tell me what ya think...I honestly wanna know. Just so you know...this story is going to involve Mage The Ascension characters that i've created. t

	Mmm... Chi... (Anonymous) 2004-02-24 00:11 (link)
	*whiny high-pitched voice* you have used "the" too many times, your punctuation is off, I'm not sure if all your spelling is correct, add more description here *points somewhere* and there *points elsewhere*.... I disliked my old Lit teacher greatly... personality of poisoned honey, I dare say... ~Beth (Reply to this) (Thread)