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um awkward

Leif AhnlandPosted by Leo oakley 19 Nov, 2009 04:48PM
leif this is my first year for na no wrimo and i am not sure if i can do it this year i enjoy writing but i am noty very fast at writing storys in a month and um well its kinda like i do not think i am going to write the rest of my story on the 19th of november 2009 as i 2 other storys i am writing so um well yeah any way hope u get this see ya leo

waking the blood lake by billy hards and leo oakley

Leif AhnlandPosted by Leo oakley 17 Nov, 2009 12:10PM

waking the blood lake

alexis opened his eyes as a sunlight flooded over his pale white skin. he sat up his body aching, the previous morning the school bully had... well lets just say he had, had a an incident with him.

he drifted over to his wardrobe and opened the door as he was getting changed his mother called '' alexis hurry up '' half asleep he shouted back '' BLOODY HELL MUM GIVE ME A CHANCE... i have just got up.

he left the house with break fast still in hand, he rushed to school. He saw his best friend to who his horror was being beaten up by mike the school bully. Alexis felt a fire raging inside him that he coudn't control, without thought he lunged at mike he punched and dribble of blood came from his lip. Everything was a blur, it was like nothing in the world matterd, except the blood,he couldn't help him self, he pounced at mike and attacked him, aming for his neck. The next thing he knew he was conscience, as his vision became less blurred, he looked at joe,there was terror in his eyes,BLOODY HELL w w what is wrong with you y y you b b bit him you freak w we were only messing. He murmered somthing under his breath and ran.

The bell rang Alexis came out of geography and started to walk home, when he saw mike walking past holding his neck. then he unfortunally saw... to be continuid ( please correct grammer mistakes)


Leif AhnlandPosted by Leo the awsome 12 Nov, 2009 05:01PM

architecher in the library

''CRAP'' shouted elijah as an oil lamp smashed onto his foot he bent down and started to sweep up the mess mumbling and groaning he stood up he waited he thought for a minute suddenly he screamed '' WE NEED A BLOODY ARCHITECT ''he sank to the floor crying. he woke up in his bed aching all over. SMASH ''SHIIT'' cried elijah as peace of ceiling fell right next to him '' why why '' he said '' why god did you curse me with the job as a librarian in this CRAP library'' he said to him self elijah got up and headed down stairs as he was about 4 steps down he had an amazing idea for the past few months he had been dreaming about getting a builder or an architect so he rushed down the stairs and leaped for the phone and rang. But then he suddenly said to himself ''why not get a builder and an architect i have the money why not'' so at first he rang the builder then the architect he sighed and went over to the book shelf and started to read.

the bell chimed and elijah rushed to the door and sure enough there they were standing right out side his door and to his surprise ARGUING? '' ah so here we are such a lovley library'' charmed the architect.

uncle in canada

Leif AhnlandPosted by Leo O. 05 Nov, 2009 02:48PM
leif my uncle lives in canada and he is a little bit blind and he is an architect so i have a little exspireince

poems by william blake

Mary D.Posted by Leo O. 16 Oct, 2009 01:40PM
The Tiger By William Blake1757-1827

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?smiley

the silent writers story

Leo O.Posted by Leo O. 04 Oct, 2009 10:11AM

The Reason of the Beginning

Chapter One

Torc Aurora Oak was a pagan citizen in the village of Ecuomai. Now, Torc... everything was ordinary about him except one thing: he was a mage. Perhaps here you could give a few examples of how Torc is ordinary? You may think that was normal for a boy in that kind of world (You haven't yet said what kind of world it is, although there are things to suggest it's a fantasy world. But maybe - because you've got a great casual-sounding narrative voice here - you could say 'You don't know what kind of world it is? Well it's... Have you seen The Princess Bride? Like when Columbo makes comments on the story as he reads it. I love that!)but it wasn't. The pagan King Nuahda Mandala Chrysalis despised magic and banished any mage he could lay his hands on so Torc had to keep his powers secret.

It was a fine morning and Torc was walking to the market. As he was on his way he saw his friend Feather walking to the market too. He strolled towards her and as she saw him he saw [because it is through Torc's point of view] she hesitated wondering what to do. At last she fled. Torc was surprised - he and Feather had been friends for years.

As Torc was walking back he bumped into the King's guards. He fell, but just before he hit the ground he put his hands in front of him: he stopped in mid air. His heart pounded - if the guards had seen they would surely arrest him. "What you doin down ere this time of night, you should be at home my boy there are dangerous magids about." (Is this imagined speech or do they actually say it? I need to have more of the story so I can find out!) Torc had heard of magids in stories. His mother had told him they were supposed to be creatures of nightmare, sorcerers so powerful they could travel between worlds. ( please correct gramar mistaces )


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Leo O.Posted by Leo O. 28 Sep, 2009 08:02PM
ia have just had a shower i like writing story