So, i'm rewriting Impure for publishing (The rest of the rough draaft will be uploaded when i finish the story, I'm just rewriting now to make it easier in the futrue. what do you guys think so far?:
A long time ago, as I recall, there was a day unlike any other. People laughed, Children cheered, birds sang; today was a day of peace. The thing that most stuck out were the signs placed throughout the town of Briarwood, pointing toward a path along the forest, which anyone who See More journeyed feared of being lost.
“Festival Today!” The signs read, sprawling details of a traditional celebration for the culture of the people who lived here, and these people were known as "The Kendred". This festival was to celebrate the Kendred faction and it's progress. But this celebration differed from those of the past; this year, they celebrate unity. For a long tiime, the Kendred had been at the throats with the rival faction; The Shedan. This time they were to come from other settlements and celebrate with us.
Along the woodland trail toward the festival's grounds journeyed two youths, both full of hope for a good festivl. Leo Wallace, A brown-haired, happy-go-lucky scout, and Martin Dunshire, a black-haired, semi-serious young man with an iron will and determination beyond measure. They raced down the path together; The two were always competing over something. Leo pulled ahead of his friend, and turned around and shouted.
“Hurry up Martin, we’re gonna be late!” Leo shouted. Martin waved up at him as he walked calmly.
“Ok, ok,Leo, you're faster.” He replied. Leo began to slow down, awaiting Martin to catch up. Leo let out a small chuckle.
“You should have been a scout; they would have built you up.” He said.
“And take my orders from you?” Martin questioned. “No thank you sir, I’m a man of my own order.”
A long time ago, as I recall, there was a day unlike any other. People laughed, Children cheered, birds sang; today was a day of peace. The thing that most stuck out were the signs placed throughout the town of Briarwood, pointing toward a path along the forest, which anyone who See More journeyed feared of being lost.
“Festival Today!” The signs read, sprawling details of a traditional celebration for the culture of the people who lived here, and these people were known as "The Kendred". This festival was to celebrate the Kendred faction and it's progress. But this celebration differed from those of the past; this year, they celebrate unity. For a long tiime, the Kendred had been at the throats with the rival faction; The Shedan. This time they were to come from other settlements and celebrate with us.
Along the woodland trail toward the festival's grounds journeyed two youths, both full of hope for a good festivl. Leo Wallace, A brown-haired, happy-go-lucky scout, and Martin Dunshire, a black-haired, semi-serious young man with an iron will and determination beyond measure. They raced down the path together; The two were always competing over something. Leo pulled ahead of his friend, and turned around and shouted.
“Hurry up Martin, we’re gonna be late!” Leo shouted. Martin waved up at him as he walked calmly.
“Ok, ok,Leo, you're faster.” He replied. Leo began to slow down, awaiting Martin to catch up. Leo let out a small chuckle.
“You should have been a scout; they would have built you up.” He said.
“And take my orders from you?” Martin questioned. “No thank you sir, I’m a man of my own order.”
on April 25, 2017
https://www.qfeast.com/question/YKafA9/How-do-I-brake-my-wrist-fast-and-painless
So. A little help for this person? Dont like to see people hurt themselves
So. A little help for this person? Dont like to see people hurt themselves
on April 25, 2017
So apparently qfeast only wants to work in an incognito tab for me. Thus my absence is self explanitory
on April 25, 2017
I'm just the boy inside the man
Not exactly who you think I am
Trying to trace my steps back here again
So many times
I'm just a spec inside your hand
You came and made me who I am
I remember where it all began See More
So clearly
I feel a million miles away
Still you connect me in your way
And you created me something I would have never seen
When I could only see the floor
You made my window a door
So when they say they don't believe
I hope that they see you with me
After all the lights go down
I'm just The words; you are the sound
A strange type of chemistry
You've become a part of me
And when I sit alone at night
Your thoughts burn through me like a fire
You're the only one who knows
Who I really am
Not exactly who you think I am
Trying to trace my steps back here again
So many times
I'm just a spec inside your hand
You came and made me who I am
I remember where it all began See More
So clearly
I feel a million miles away
Still you connect me in your way
And you created me something I would have never seen
When I could only see the floor
You made my window a door
So when they say they don't believe
I hope that they see you with me
After all the lights go down
I'm just The words; you are the sound
A strange type of chemistry
You've become a part of me
And when I sit alone at night
Your thoughts burn through me like a fire
You're the only one who knows
Who I really am
on March 25, 2017
My friends are really casual about being racist with each other. Asking my Mexican friend on a scale from 1 to 10 how much "bad hombre" he has in him.
"Definitely a strong six
Maybe even 7"
*Muslim friend pulls up to I'm me up.*
*greets him with "what's up ISIS"*
Nick asks what his nickname in the group is:
Me: oh, you're negro-friend nick. See More
Nick: *sighs* I swear I'm gonna shoot you all some day.
Atmane: no that would be Tyler, he's the white one
Nick: shut up Muslim-Cracker
*all laugh*
"Definitely a strong six
Maybe even 7"
*Muslim friend pulls up to I'm me up.*
*greets him with "what's up ISIS"*
Nick asks what his nickname in the group is:
Me: oh, you're negro-friend nick. See More
Nick: *sighs* I swear I'm gonna shoot you all some day.
Atmane: no that would be Tyler, he's the white one
Nick: shut up Muslim-Cracker
*all laugh*
on March 17, 2017
Me and my friends around the corner, making jokes with each other:
Me *makes racist joke, my Negro-Friend Nick (this is what we officially call him now btw) laughs
*Enters radical SJW who begins to scorn me for ok hurting this "minority victim*
*friend buds in telling RSJW that we were joking with each other*
*RSJW says that its not even a sense of humor and shouldn't be laughed at, calling me a typical "racist white male,*
This is the kind of stuff I get sick of. If you see See More two people making fun of someone and trying to hurt. That's alright to scold them. BUT IF YOURE GONNA TELL PEOPLE TO SHUT UP AND CALL THEM RACIST BECAUSE THEY ACCEPT EACH OTHER AND CAN LAUGH AT THEMSELVES YOU CAN F*CK OFF
Me *makes racist joke, my Negro-Friend Nick (this is what we officially call him now btw) laughs
*Enters radical SJW who begins to scorn me for ok hurting this "minority victim*
*friend buds in telling RSJW that we were joking with each other*
*RSJW says that its not even a sense of humor and shouldn't be laughed at, calling me a typical "racist white male,*
This is the kind of stuff I get sick of. If you see See More two people making fun of someone and trying to hurt. That's alright to scold them. BUT IF YOURE GONNA TELL PEOPLE TO SHUT UP AND CALL THEM RACIST BECAUSE THEY ACCEPT EACH OTHER AND CAN LAUGH AT THEMSELVES YOU CAN F*CK OFF
on March 17, 2017
Me: Finally. i found a new song I'm not burnt out on, so now i can get over this lack of motivation and get back to writing!
Writer's block: Hold my beer.
Writer's block: Hold my beer.
on March 09, 2017
Impure made it to #3 in the popular fantasy stories
on March 05, 2017
I THOUGHT I CURED MY WRITERS BLOCK. RHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
on March 05, 2017
on March 05, 2017
on March 04, 2017
so any thoughts as to how i could make this better would be great. I need ideas for events. Im good with characters, i just need events :D
https://www.qfeast.com/story/8LxRAM/Impure
https://www.qfeast.com/story/8LxRAM/Impure
Impure
Once, long ago, three factions ruled over the nation of Alma. The Kendred, Shedan, And Morphis, each with its own god. Under the fires of an ancient war, the Morphis died off, and their god disappeared. One thousand years later a dark curse has swept over the land, transforming Alma and her people. It is now up to Martin Dunshire and his friends, Leo Wallace and Linda Baroo, to free the land from a never ending nightmare. As the threat of war is on the doorstep, A dark truth comes to light.one that will forever change Alma. Can they do it before time runs out? (feel free to rate, add to favorites, or comment. All criticism is helpful)
on March 03, 2017
Thank god i finally got that done. Impure ch.4 updated and rvised. sorry ch.5 was deleted because of a plot hole, so now i have to get back to where we were in the story. sorry guys
on March 03, 2017
Lightstriker195 added a new chapter to Impure
Chapter 4: Departure
Ash and dust settled in the air as the remaining embers of the burning village died out. All was silent as Connor was wrapped in a white sheet, and picked up respectfully as with the remaining fallen. As the group looked around of the ruins of what used to be their home, Martin spoke up.
“It’s all my fault.” He said. “I distracted him and I got him killed.” He screamed violently in frustration, and pounded his fist in the ground. Leo shook his head and approached Martin, he put his hand on ... Read Full Chapter
“It’s all my fault.” He said. “I distracted him and I got him killed.” He screamed violently in frustration, and pounded his fist in the ground. Leo shook his head and approached Martin, he put his hand on ... Read Full Chapter
on May 24, 2016
So some sad news about impure: ms word has expired and locked up, so while I'm dealing with that, I was thinking, what if I made Impure into a card game until I can finish the story? I really am sorry I haven't updated it in so long and it may feel like I'm dragging it on, but I've been really busy lately and REALLY want to make sure its ready to be out for you guys. Please forgive me
on February 25, 2017
on February 10, 2017