GameOn Forums - The Gamers Hangout - Xbox 360, PS3, Wii, PC, Steam - Writers and Storytellers http://swiftor.com/ Not to be confused with the Pen 15 Club. en Tue, 21 May 2013 21:05:21 GMT vBulletin 30 http://img.unibrowsunite.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/misc/rss.png GameOn Forums - The Gamers Hangout - Xbox 360, PS3, Wii, PC, Steam - Writers and Storytellers http://swiftor.com/ Another English project http://swiftor.com/f86/another-english-project-65771/ Fri, 10 May 2013 12:52:32 GMT I have another English project due Monday and I wrote two short stories for it. The first short story was based on the ideas from the Romanticism... I have another English project due Monday and I wrote two short stories for it. The first short story was based on the ideas from the Romanticism time period. The second story is a sequel to The Great Gatsby. It talks about the discovery of where West and East Egg would end up developing. I am doing the fine tuning of the second story later today. Let me know what you all think of them!

First Short Story

The Strength of a PackRomanticism
I am sniffing the bushes around me as the wind blows through the trees. I raise my head and admire the beauty of the sun rising and shining through the trees. As I admire the sun, the wind blows through my fur and I enjoy the cool air. The sunlight glints off the dew from the leaves on bushes around me. I look back towards the damp soil beneath my paws and continue to smell around. I am on a hunt, a hunt for my breakfast that is.
I pause as I hear something beyond the bushes. I crouch down and start to slowly approach the sound. I perk my ears forward and narrow my eyes, muscles tense and ready to pounce. I raise my left paw tentatively, and then a deer suddenly leaps from the bushes. I leap onto its back and dig my claws into its hindquarters. It cries out and then bursts forward, attempting to sprint away from me. I bite at the back of its neck, but it throws me against a trunk of a tree. Surprised, I fall off its back and to the ground.
I quickly get back on my feet and sprint after the deer. I cannot let it escape from my clutches. As I pick up speed, I hear the sounds of my brethren joining my ranks. We sprint through the forest in wake of the deer. We leap over tree roots and through bushes and cobwebs. I hear the panting from my brethren as we race to catch the deer. The deer stumbles over a tree root and one of the ranks leaps onto its back instantly.
I catch up and knock the deer off its feet. It cries out and collapses. My brethren hold it down as it squirms and continues to whine pathetically. I walk up to it calmly and swiftly bite into its neck. The cries soften and it lashes out slower as the life leaves the body of the deer. I let go of its neck and lay down by the head. I stare into its eyes and silently thank it for the meal it will provide for my pack and myself. We wait a couple more minutes to make sure it is dead and then we dig in. I claim the thickest piece of meat as I am the leader. The rest of the pack is left to eat whatever the carcass holds for them. I walk a few feet away and lie down in a soft, cool patch of clovers.
I savor each bite as the juicy, tender meat goes down my throat and into my stomach. The taste is remarkable and my pack had gone a day without a meal. Luckily I got them a meal before they started to get riley from lack of sustenance. I continue to take delight in each bite and then the meat is gone. I chew on the bones, trying to find what meat may still be on them. As I look up from my meal, I see my pack eating at the bones like myself.
I sigh to myself as I realize this will not keep them satisfied until tomorrow. I dig a small hole and bury the bones from my meal. I walk over to my pack and they acknowledge my presence by lifting their heads up and looking me into the eyes. They go back to their meal and I lay down nearby to rest while I wait. I roll over in the grass and scratch my back as I wait.
Within a few minutes my pack stops eating and ambles over to me. They lay down beside me and then we lick ourselves clean. We finish with our licking and then we get up from our relaxing. I nod at each of them and we leave the area. We cannot hunt in the same area twice in one day. After one animal is killed, others leave the area and become wary of us.
We head to the edge of the forest and stare into the tall grass before us. It towers over us and continues for a mile or two. We agree amongst us that we will attempt to hunt one of the big birds today. We have never tried before as the birds have killed many of our kind before. We sniff around the edge of the grass, trying to locate where one of them may be. One of the younger members pauses by the edge and raises his head to sky, smelling deeply. He nods at me, the signal that he has found something.
I amble over to him and I smell the air as well. I nod at him, agreeing that a bird is nearby. We gather in the a huddle and go over ideas on how to take down the bird. We use body language to avoid gaining the attention of the bird. We finally decide on a plan and one group separates to head to the opposite side of the grass.
We wait a few minutes and then hear breaking of a branch on the other side. Another simple way to indicate that they are ready. Hopefully it does not get the bird to move. I smell the air again and nod at my group. The bird has moved only a small amount and it is time for the hunt to ensue.
I nod at one of the pack members and he swiftly breaks a branch. We immediately head into the grass, doing our best to be quiet. We head to where the smell is and our pace quickens. We break into a small clearing and then we first see the bird. The bird is at least 7 feet tall and has the most vibrant colors amongst its feathers. Its beak is huge and it stares at us with a strong anger in its eyes. I quickly realize that this is going to be more defensive than it will be offensive.
We surround the bird as it watches our movements carefully. It spreads its feet wide, preparing to attack us. Before it gets the chance, the second group leaps from behind the bird and onto it, biting and scratching it. The bird cries out, surprised and then sprints right into my group. We get confused and dazed as it runs into a few of us. One of the members is trampled by the bird and lays unmoving in the clearing.
The bird flees the clearing as a few members are still clinging to it. We quickly pursue it and I bark commands as we sprint. We spread out, hoping to overtake the bird. I hear another cry, but this one is more similar to that of a pack member’s. As I continue to sprint towards the bird, I race past the body of one my pack members. His legs were broken and his neck twisted the wrong way.
I continue onward and hear the bird getting closer and closer. I slow down and pause, uncertain as it continues to get closer as if it is running straight at me. Suddenly the bird comes out of the grass and headbutts me in the side. I cry out as I feel a rib or two crack from the impact. I fall to the ground and then the bird turns around, preparing to finish me off. I hear a pack member leap from the grass and onto the bird’s back. The bird stops running and whips its head back, trying to hit the wolf in the head. The pack member avoids the swing only to be pecked in the head, hard. It slumps off the bird and then the bird swiftly stomps on the wolf’s head.
I slowly get to my feet and growl at the bird, refusing to stand down. I wince from the pain in my chest and then spread out my stance. I prepare to leap onto its back as the bird focuses on me and caws out loud. I hear more pack members racing towards us and I take the offensive. I race towards the bird and leap, opening my jaw and preparing to bite its neck. Time appears to slow as I am flying towards the bird. The pack members leap from the grass and for a few seconds, my whole pack is in the air with me. Time speeds up and then I’m being thrown to the ground midair by the bird’s beak. It digs into my shoulder and I am thrown to the side. I slide a few feet and then stop.
I slowly lift my head and watch as my pack attacks the bird swiftly. I see another member thrown to the ground, kicked by the bird’s large feet. He lands in a slump and then opens his eyes slowly. I slowly get back to my feet, blood oozing from the pain in my shoulder. I look back at the bird and am surprised to find it slowing down. The numerous bites and scratches from the pack must be taking their toll on the bird. One of my pack members dives under the bird and knocks it off its feet.
It lands on the ground with a “hrumph!” The team bites its legs and tears at its wings to keep it from getting back up. Within a minute, the bird stops fighting and lays their panting as my team slowly backs up. They let me through as I limp towards the bird. I approach it and lean forward to give it the final bite. As I lean forward, it lashes out one more time and pecks me in the chest. I gasp in pain and for air as I stumble backwards and collapse. Quickly, one of the pack members leaps forward and gives the final bite, ensuring that the bird is dead.
The other members rush to my side as I lay there gasping for breath. My lungs are burning as is the wound in my chest and shoulder. I feel tears sliding down my face as everything begins to fade in my vision. I feel this sorrowful feeling growing within me and I realize that I do not want to die now. I cry out, begging the gods to save my life and to not let me perish. My pack joins me in begging as they begin to howl.
I stop crying after a minute or two as my lungs are not improving. I lay panting on the grass as my members begin to tenderly care for my wounds. They lick the wounds as one of them, the medicine wolf, heads swiftly into the forest to find herbs. I feel my vision fading again and then I jerk awake having passed out. I realize that a few hours have passed and my pack has not left my side. They lay around me with such a strong loyalty that I almost feel like crying out of joy.
This continues for a few days as I come to realize my time has not come and I will not die. None of the other birds will approach us as we have killed one of their own. My pack feasted on it a day ago and they made sure to leave plenty for me. Every morning and night, they will bring me some of the meat to eat. The medicine wolf continues to bring herbs to help speed up the healing process for my wounds.
More days pass and slowly I begin to move a little. I feel my strength returning and my pack has not left my side once. Another day passes and I feel strong enough to attempt to stand up. Two of my pack members go to my side and help me stand up. I slowly ease myself to my feet and gasp at some pain that arises. I stand for a minute and then collapse back to the ground as my strength is not at its fullest quite yet. The pack members lay back down and prepare themselves for more days of recovery that are sure to arrive.
I look around at the pack members and I realize how lucky I truly am to have such loyal wolves in my pack. I realize that we will have to bury the three wolves who died in the fight, but that will come once I am strong enough. I smile to myself and cherish this moment as I will not always have this chance to admire the bond that is between the pack members. Such loyalty will pass down through this pack for years to come, I am sure of it. ]]> Writers and Storytellers Lion075 http://swiftor.com/f86/another-english-project-65771/ <![CDATA[Happy Mother's Day 2013!]]> http://swiftor.com/f86/happy-mothers-day-2013-a-65769/ Fri, 10 May 2013 12:33:54 GMT I wrote a small story for my mom and am going to post it here. It has a few backgrounds behind mistakes I made in the past as my younger self. It's mostly about how forgiving my mother is. I found a quote online to start off the story. Feel free to enjoy it and send me back some feedback. I'm going to print it and present it to my mom this Sunday for Mother's Day.


The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness. -Honoré de Balzac
I Found Forgiveness in my Mother’s Heart and Eyes
I find the quote stated above to be very true. I figured it out way too many times throughout my life as I made mistakes. No matter how little, like hitting my brother on the head because I lack vegetables, or how big, like hiding a baby turtle in my bag when I went with a friend to the lake and thought you hated me for saving it. I always was able to find forgiveness from you whether I was willing to accept it or not.
I found forgiveness when I lied constantly when I was younger. I found forgiveness when I lied about how I got a strawberry (injury) at the bus stop when I was younger. I found forgiveness when I insisted on going against what you said and brought a baby snapping turtle to the lake with a friend. I found forgiveness when I continuously hit my brother on the head because according to him, I needed to eat more vegetables. I found forgiveness when I faked injuries at dinner to go down into the basement and play video games. I found forgiveness when I left my pet lizard in the basement and she was found months later. I found forgiveness when I lost both of my hamsters. I found forgiveness when I argued against you throughout my junior high years. Finally, I found a strong love that I can never fully pay back for my inability to fathom the strength of such a love. Yet, I pay it back everyday as well as I can with words, actions, and willingness. I love you with all of my heart and I cannot ever understand the love you have for my sisters, brother, and I.
Happy Mother’s Day!
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