Stories :D

I see that L2 stories are damn weak in aplications, so if someone wanna show how to write good one, You can do it here. We won't laugh : )
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I'm not good in writing, that's not my specialty, but I like to read...so I wish to share a little Pratchett's words...anyone know him? just few lines so don't be scared...here it goes...

The bees of Death are big and black, they buzz low and sombre, they
keep their honey in combs of wax as white as alter candles. The honey is
black as night, thick as sin and sweet as treacle.
It is well known the eight colours make up white. But there are
also eight colours of blackness, for those that have the seeing of them,
and the hives of Death are among the black grass in the black orchard
under the black-blossomed, ancient boughs of trees that will, eventually,
produce apples that... put it like this... probably won't be red.
The grass was short now. The scythe that had done the work leaned
against the gnarled bole of a pear tree. Now Death was inspecting his
bees, gently lifting the combs in his skeletal fingers.
A few bees buzzed around him. Like all beekeepers, Death wore a
veil. It wasn't that he had anything to sting, but sometimes a bee would
get inside his skull and buzz around and give him a headache.
As he held a comb up to the grey light of his little world between
the realities there was the faintest of tremors. A hum went up from the
hive, a leaf floated down. A wisp of wind blew for a moment through the
orchard, and that was the most uncanny thing, because the air in the land
of Death is always warm and still.
Death fancied that he heard, very briefly, the sound of running
feet and a voice saying, no, a voice thinking oshitoshitoshit, I'm gonna
die I'm gonna die I'm gonna DIE!
Death is almost the oldest creature in the universe, with habits
and modes of thought that mortal man cannot begin to understand, but
because he was also a good beekeeper he carefully replaced the comb in
its rack and put the lid on the hive before reacting.
He strode back through the dark garden to his cottage, removed his
veil, carefully dislodged a few bees who had got lost in the depths of
his cranium, and retired to his study.
As he sat down at his desk there was another gust of wind, which
rattled the hour-glasses on the shelves and made the big pendulum clock
in the hall pause briefly in its interminable task of slicing time into
manageable bits.
Death sighed, and focused his gaze.
There is nowhere Death will not go, no matter how distant and
dangerous. In fact the more dangerous it is, the more likely he is to be
there already.
Now he stared through the mists of time and space.
OH, he said. IT'S HIM.

jesus GOB...
I tried to read it but I cannot

Mamoru wrote:jesus GOB...
I tried to read it but I cannot

same here!

ohhh too many letters? :p

It's damn hard text, well written. Using dictionary required, what can be bothering, if need to look there every 5sec . But nice and thx for this piece of writing.

well, I agree, it's pretty hard wroted, but in easy way...if u need dictionary in every five seconds ur english is not so good really. maybe u should read more stories/books in english, that helps. no offence of course

Pratchett is mastermind in writing good books, good writer with an open mind...there was even few movies directed by his books - colour of magic, going postal and hogfather. soon will be more I guess, all are made by UK "skyone" TV station...if someone likes fantasy really should watch them.
cheers!

I wanted to write a story about my probably current class.

Shadow... domain of worthless Shilien's servants. As an proud elf I would never even think to hide like coward. If only it weren't the only way to stop the darkness surrounding us.
"Your blade is ready, young scout."- I remember well that words, I thought about adventure, but found only death and evil.
Ehhhh... all these trials and tests... what is it all for, in times when for one our man, stands ten enemies.
"Only the strongest can survive"
Bullshit... Was I stronger than others while running and hiding in forrests just before the horde? Now I'm a bit more wise. As long as we look for revange we will fail. Only by forgiveness and understanding we are able to win this fight. This is the only way for us scouts to become an elite... Wind Riders.
I am old now... and the true arcane of our profession has been almost forgotten, but You are young and promising plainswalker. Take this dagger, now almost noone can create such weapons... Yea that's the Naga Storm, it will guide Your hand in danger. I can also give You this Majestic Armor. It's verry light, but strong as steel. Only a verry skilled dwarf can craft it, so take care of it. I hope one day You will also find peace in doing what has to be done- killing from shadow. There is no other way to conquer. You are our only hope.

Lordian wrote:I wanted to write a story about my probably current class.

Shadow... domain of worthless Shilien's servants. As an proud elf I would never even think to hide like coward. If only it weren't the only way to stop the darkness surrounding us.
"Your blade is ready, young scout."- I remember well that words, I thought about adventure, but found only death and evil.
Ehhhh... all these trials and tests... what is it all for, in times when for one our man, stands ten enemies.
"Only the strongest can survive"
Bullshit... Was I stronger than others while running and hiding in forrests just before the horde? Now I'm a bit more wise. As long as we look for revange we will fail. Only by forgiveness and understanding we are able to win this fight. This is the only way for us scouts to become an elite... Wind Riders.
I am old now... and the true arcane of our profession has been almost forgotten, but You are young and promising plainswalker. Take this dagger, now almost noone can create such weapons... Yea that's the Naga Storm, it will guide Your hand in danger. I can also give You this Majestic Armor. It's verry light, but strong as steel. Only a verry skilled dwarf can craft it, so take care of it. I hope one day You will also find peace in doing what has to be done- killing from shadow. There is no other way to conquer. You are our only hope.

I know, I know! Tyrant in MJ light?

LOL who will give u naga storm and MJ light for free. U'll have to work hard to craft them :]

HI all!

I was in Poland last weekend in Bierun... so i send greetings to everyone in my heart:)