Creative Writing

If you have an idea, just put it down here. I will make a few rules.

1.No sex stories. This isn't a rule for me, but for our younger readers. Even though they are just words, you still have to be 18 or over to view any pornographic material, writings included.
2. No excessive violence. You can include violence, but not very graphic.
3. No excessive profanity. Yes, you can include profanity, but not every single paragraph. Use profanity as if the words have power.
4. No stealing. Some people write by taking all their deep feelings and transforming them into words, and the highest level of disrespect you can show these people is claiming their work as your own.
5. Please research before you write. I am picky about this, but the greatest consequence of breaking this rule will be a correction of the facts.

Please obey the rules to the best of your ability, and let those creative juices flow.
I will post something up when it's not 4:00 in the morning and I'm tired as hell.



James grabbed the corner of a building, using his momentum to swing himself into the narrow alleyway. His 416 swung loosely from it's strap his shoulder as his gear rattled as he continued to run down the alleyway. He then dropped to the ground, sliding legs first.
His foot contacted the brick wall. He turned and stood up. There they were, groaning, their arms outstretched as they shambled toward him. He raised his 416 to his shoulder, placing his cheek on the stock, looking through the scope. He held his breath, setting the crosshair on a grey forehead. He spoke one word, "Fail!"
Only one round was discharged. The slug of lead flew through the air toward its target. The round penetrated skin and bone, then stopped, as the steel core continued, cutting through anything in its way. James lowered the rifle as the first fell, causing the second one, and so on. A row of dominoes made of undead.

fucking hell lol nice story

im predicted lame grades in english

Good idea mate, kudos for this. Nice story too.

The year is 2013, the U.S. Iraqi war has stopped, due to the efforts of first African-American U.S. president, Barack O'Bama.
The world is steadily developing and producing alternative power sources, one of the biggest industries at the time is bio-diesel conversion.
But this story isn't about war, nor economy.
It is about one of the oldest U.S. sports.
BMX bicycling. (The first freestyle BMX video was shot in 1899.)


Name: Brandon Bogar
Age: 25
Sponsors: Colony BMX, Alienation BMX, .50 Cal, DC, Nixon, Hurley, Monster, Pryme, RiM BlackBerry.
Setup
Frame: .50 Cal Kalashnikov 47 custom. (Removable titanium non-inverted seatstay U-brake mounts, removable titanium cable guides and gyro tabs, DC cut out in head tube and bottom bracket, Hurley cutouts in seat tube, titanium seatstay bridge, laser engraved AK-47's on dropouts, 19.25" top tube, 13" chainstay.) Matte black.
Bars: Colony Unlucky 13 low-rise, purple.
Stem: Odyssey Elementary V4, white.
Forks: Odyssey MVP, purple.
Grips: Duo Cranmer, purple.
Ends: Duo, black.

Seat: Colony custom, purple.
Post: Colony custom, white.

Chainwheel: Colony Guettler 23T, purple.
Cranks: Colony two-piece, white.
Pedals: Colony Fantastik, purple.

Rear Wheel
Hub: Colony Clone cassette, 8t driver, 48H, purple.
Spokes: Marwi Ti, rainbow.
Rim: Alienation Delinquent, white.
Tire: Demolition Monaco Folding.

Front Wheel
Hub: Colony Clone, 48H, purple.
Spokes: Marwi Ti, rainbow.
Rim:Alienation Deliquent, white.
Tire: Demolition Monaco Folding.

Pegs: Colony One-Way, white, left side.







His gloved fingers wrapped around the purple grips. He looked at the kicker box, the launch wood, the rest resi. He landed it dozens of times into foam, he almost had it on resi, but he kept slipping out. He felt his breath against his face, being reflected off the mouthgaurd of his black and purple Pryme Evil Pro helmet. He jumped, his purple DC's landing on his pedals. He crouched as he rolled down the roll-in.
He felt the air against his exposed torso and arms. He crouched as he reached the kicker.
He pulled up off the lip, throwing his body forward, kicking his tail around with his right foot. As he caught the tail with his left foot he pulled his bars to his lap, placing his right foot on the pedal and taking his hands off his bars. He replaced his hands and pulled the bars away from his lap.
His legs stayed straight as his back tire touched down, as his front tire came down he crouched low to absorb the impact. He quickly stood and pedaled one full rotation. He pulled off the next kicker, throwing his weight to his right. He was vertical as he executed the flatspin, counting three rotations before he landed tire side-down in the blocks of purple foam. He heard cheers from the other riders as he layed in the foam, a smile on his face. He had a new banger.

Competition setup:



.50 Cal Kalishnikov Frame.




(If anyone wants me to make them a frame like I did, just PM me with dimensions and colours.)

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Firebrand Gadgetry

Modu Mobile/U.N. modular communications system.


Capabilities:
Internet capable.
Worldwide call capable.
USB Compatible
MP3 player.
SMS texting.
Bluetooth.

Other:
Titanium exterior.
Waterproof seams.
Touchscreen w/stylus.

More of a pocket computer than a phone, this item allows the user to make calls to any point in the world at any given time, as well as access the internet at any time. It is USB compatible for adding music and maps, but is designed to be more of a hacking device.
The titanium cover gives it durability along with the waterproof seams, and the touchscreen allows ease of use.


U.S.A.F./U.N. tactical glasses.



Capabilities:
Video/audo recording.

Other:
Full hud displaying range, remaining ammunition, body temperature, heart rate, targeting and heart rate of any closeby target.


Pinnacle Armor SOV-2000 "Dragonskin" rifle-defeating flexible armor.


Capabilities:
Able to stop 30 7.62mm NATO rounds and 150 9mm Parabellum rounds with 0% penetration.

U.N. Master Keys


Capabilities:
Able to open almost any lock, door or drawer.

Essential Bags vial carrying case.


Capabilities:
Able to hold 16 1oz. vials.

U.N.S.F. Chemical grenade.


Capabilities:
Able to hold over 100 lethal doses of Novichok agent.

are these things real ???

yea hes really good with all his military crap

god those things are good
dude can u buy those things?

i highly doubt that unless you were in the US army and hard a couple billion dollars

You can buy the Modu mobile phone, except without the touchscreen and all that spiffy shit.
You can buy the glasses, but without the HUD.
Dragonskin armour is available to the public.
Not sure about the keys.
You can buy the vial case.
And you'd be fucked if they found you with a grenade filled with chemical weapons.

haha yea that would be funny

are u obsessed with the military lol

February 3rd, 2011, The Colbert Report.
(Kind of a weird format for this one, but it works better for the situation.)
Colbert: My guest tonight is the author of the book "Out Of The Dark," and is also said to be the most important person people don't know about. That can only mean that he is British. Please welcome James Fraust.
*Colbert runs over to the interview table, sitting down after shaking hands with the man sitting adjacent, wearing a white suit and fedora, along with a cross necklace, a silver bracelet on his right wrist, and a gold watch on his left. He has silver hair and red eyes under a pair of frameless glasses.*
Colbert: So, James, first I would like to welcome you to the show.
James: My pleasure, Stephen.
Colbert: Now, your book is entitled "Out Of the Dark," Can you explain what is out of the dark?
James: The United Nations Special Forces.
Colbert: What is so special about the United Nations Special Forces?
James: Basically it's pretty much the best special forces agents from around the world, S.A.S., ST6, GIGN, GSG-9, things like that.
Colbert: And which one do you fit into?
James: S.A.S.
Colbert: Alright. Anyway, in your book, you state that the U.N.S.F. was founded in response to the "Palestinian missle crisis." But the thing is, I can't remember anything about that.
James: Of course, very few people did know about it.
Colbert: Why not?
James: Nuclear weapons in Palestine. Period.
Colbert: So what did the U.N.S.F. do?
James: Well... We located the camp, waited for everybody to go to sleep, then we pretty much stole them.
Colbert: Are you trying to tell me that you stole nuclear weapons?
James: Ummm...Well, not me. The U.N.S.F. But, yeah.
Colbert: It had to be harder than that.
James: Well, it really wasn't.
Colbert: And what was the reaction?
James: They kept killing Israelites, because they thought they stole them.
Colbert: And what did the Israelites think?
James: Pretty much nothing of it. Just war.
Colbert: So they didn't know about the nuclear weapons?
James: A few knew, but very few.
Colbert: So, why has the existence of the U.N.S.F. been concealed, and why has it been revealed recently?
James: Basically, the premise on concealment was that we really didn't want anyone to know that a specialized force able to legally operate worldwide existed, because that would make the U.N. catch even more flak than it already has. The reason for revealing the existence of the U.N.S.F. is that there had to be some explanation for cities randomly disappearing off the map.
Colbert: Why were cities being destroyed?
James: As much as people would like to believe the contrary, there have been various failed biological and chemical experiments in the U.S. The result would eventually be a nation wide, and even possibly a world-wide contamination. The best way to keep contamination at a very minimal level is to "remove" the origin.
Colbert: And how is this "removal" done?
James: That information is classified.
Colbert: So, what do you do in the U.N.S.F.
James: Well, as being the supreme officer, I keep track of all of the agents working under me, determine which agent would be most effective in which situation, things like that.
Colbert: So you have an office job?
James: Of course not. I handle the assignments that have a 60-99%.
Colbert: Percent of what?
James: Chance that you will be killed in action.
Colbert: And what would be some examples?
James: Biological and chemical contamination, primarily.
Colbert: So, I understand you are British.
James: Yes.
Colbert: Do many people mistake you for an American since you have no accent?
James: Of course. My wife didn't know I was British for a year.
Colbert: Does your wife know which assignments you go on?
James: She knows about as much as you do... Well, she knows what a U.N.S.F. operation consists of, but that's only because she was a survivor of a certain incident in which the U.N.S.F. was dispatched to neutralize. My kids are too young to know what I really do.
Colbert: What would this incident be.
James: That would also be classified.
Colbert: I understand that you are taking advantage of twenty-eighth amendment¹­.
James: Yes, that is correct.
Colbert: Do you think being British will effect your odds of winning?
James: Of course. Generally, I don't really think I could end up the president, But I think it would be a good idea.
Colbert: So, what ideas do you have?
James: Well, first I would like to at least decrease the national debt.
Colbert: And how would you do that?
James: Use my salary as well as half of my own money.
Colbert: And how would you finance your campaign?
James: Privately.
Colbert: Why do you think you have a chance in the 2012 elections?
James: Well, first off, I know how the world works, economically and whatnot. I also plan to outfit the military with more reliable weaponry, mainly replacing the M4. Also making tactical tomahawks standard issue. Also, with privately funding my campaign I believe it will show voters that I am capable of being self sufficient, unlike other past presidents like Dub-Yah. I seriously don't know how someone that can't tie his shoes got elected twice. Another thing I would like to do is to pass and act that would require all American automotive makers to produce at least three
models using electric, bio diesel, or hydrogen fuel sources.

Lever19 wrote:

are u obsessed with the military lol

No. Just weaponry.

double post

Another step.
Another shock wave of pain reminding him of his heroic idiocy.
His breathing came in short, wheezing breaths, but it seemed like he could never catch his breath.
He was numb, the only sensation he could feel was pain as he grasped the suitcase handle with all his might.
Another step, another meter, another fraction of a percent of a chance that he wouldn't be found.
He suddenly stopped, holding his breath.
A cough, along with an eruption of blood from his lips as he fell to his knees.
He could feel the trails of blood from his lips freezing as he slowly stood.
He took another step, his feet failing. He fell face down in the snow.
He slowly raised himself with his right arm, his left dangling limply. He started crawling, the tears of pain turning to ice on his cheeks as he crept forward.
The case he still held in his right hand found a patch of ice, causing him to fall in the snow again. He slowly lifted himself back to his knees and one hand as he felt saliva rising from his throat into his mouth.
Pain beyond description as he retched. Another dry heave, then the white in front of his eyes turned to deep red.
Blood dripped from his mouth as he looked at the now frozen puddle of blood on the ground. His arm then refused to continue supporting him.
The numbness began to fade, being replaced with heat. Unbearable heat.
He slowly rolled onto his back, his hand moving from the handle of the case to his belt. He pulled off his trenchcoat, the black dress shirt frozen to his body.
A shaky hand cut the buttons from the dress shirt, the wind blowing it open, displaying his abdomen, bones visible where the ribs had broken through his skin, his entire torso covered with a crust of frozen blood. He pulled off the shirt off his right, then his left arm, his humerus extending out of his skin halfway up his bicep.
He looked up at the sky, ignoring the rhythmic rapid thumping. His vision began to turn dark. He closed his eyes, feeling himself drift away from the frozen hell he was in as the thumping grew louder.

dude right a book

did he die

TheAzMyster wrote:

dude right a book

Alright...
Now what?

Blake wrote:

did he die

Might have. You'll just have to wait.

you better write the second part soon or im gonna have to probe you too see if he dies

The suspense is killing me

"Oh my god...Stretcher!!"

"One, two...Three."
The lifeless form was lifted onto the stretcher, which was quickly picked up and carried back to the Chinook helicopter.
"Body temperature at 87 degrees Fahrenheit, heart rate is 132 beats per minute."
"Administering saline."

The helicopter was silent for a moment, save only the sounds of the blades carrying the helicopter through the air and the rapid beep of a heart rate monitor. The beeping slowly began to grow less rapid, then the beep turned to a long tone.
"Defib!"
"Charging to 150 joules... Clear!"
"No good."
"Charging to 130 joules. Clear."
The heart rate montior gave one beep, then turned to a long tone.
"Charging to 100 joules. Clear!"

omg i hate you lol and what was in the brief case

A rhythmic beep, about every second and a half. A pair of red eyes opened to a blurry white ceiling.
He could hear the hiss of life support systems.
How long was he out?
He slowly sat up, looking at the tube running into his arm.

"Well, if he's out as long as he has been, there's probably a good chance that he won't come back."
"Don't you think we might want to wait a little bit longer?"
"We've already waited long enough."

The two men walked into the room, seeing James sitting up. James moved his eyes to the men, "What's the date?"
"...February 25th."
"Only out for 11 days?"
"...376."