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#4417 - mrwolfman (06/17/2012) [-]
ok I need some writting advice. I have a couple of ideas for horror/action stories but don't know which one to start at

<zombie apocolypse based on the black death
<a teen who finds out his parents sold his soul to the devil and he has to collect souls
<4 teens fall in a hole and they meet an mysterious being that tells them that they are the four horsemen
I am thinking about having a story about having they characters from all the books meeting and helping each other
#4500 to #4417 - eldeeko (06/17/2012) [-]
The only advice i can really give you at this point is to top yourself man
User avatar #4493 to #4417 - lumahh (06/17/2012) [-]
Don't do the zombie apocalypse. It could just be me getting tired of hearing about it everywhere, but I suggest not doing it.

As for the horsemen idea, I like that. It could be interesting. c:

Good luck!
#4660 to #4493 - mrwolfman (06/18/2012) [-]
yea I was thinking about that too

I am trying to decide if the main character should death or war and if they should have different abilties
User avatar #4985 to #4660 - lumahh (06/19/2012) [-]
Read up on the four horsemen, I do believe they have different ones, but I could be wrong.
#5067 to #4985 - mrwolfman (06/19/2012) [-]
actually it is from the bible and the verses sounded pretty cool
User avatar #5240 to #5067 - lumahh (06/20/2012) [-]
Oh yeah, I know it's from the Bible.
c:
Good luck!
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#4466 to #4417 - immatrollyoupoo (06/17/2012) [-]
WRITE ALL OF THE STORIES
User avatar #4447 to #4417 - vanquishyjs (06/17/2012) [-]
hey bitch, here is a good one:
A zombie apoc has swept a nation of ur choice, this dude who is really pessimistic finds himself with this optimistic beautiful girl who notices the beauty even in a zombie apoc. I wrote about smth like this for an OC project in English, full marks. Wanna read it?
#4644 to #4447 - mrwolfman (06/18/2012) [-]
that doesn't sound bad...sure
User avatar #4798 to #4644 - vanquishyjs (06/18/2012) [-]
Gett sat down at the table across Ellie. She was munching on a cupcake. Gett took a bite from the apple he was holding. Not far away the sound of falling artillery shells bounced around the city walls. They were 5 miles into the red zone. Supposedly every living thing within 10 miles into the barriers would be radiated or eaten by now.
Gett kept thinking in his mind that they were actually falling behind in the barrier line as the military kept retreating further and further because of pushing zombie waves. Once in a while a huge wave would pass their location and shamble towards the direction of the barriers as if guided by instinct. Gett made sure him and Ellie would be at a safe spot when that happened, usually on top of buildings or on the top floors, never in basements or lobbies though. The very idea of being trapped inside a basement made him shudder and grab for his handgun with an urge to bring it up to his head. Of course that would be a last resort, he had really come to like this girl he was with and sort of wanted to protect her, and be there for her. He was not sure if Ellie had mutual feelings about him but he was sure she was thankful to him for rescuing her.


Sigh character limit, i will post in like 5 posts
User avatar #4799 to #4798 - vanquishyjs (06/18/2012) [-]
The story behind them was simple, really. Gett was working his way towards the barrier on the rooftops during daytime, when he heard a scream. She was running in the streets bellow and if he was not quick to pick off the 4 zombies trailing behind her with his handgun, she might have been one of them now. It made him shudder again, first for seeing that happen in his head after he had developed a bond with her, and second for losing a company that was too vital for his mental stability to lose.
“You should get something organic in you, it’s better than that cupcake.” He cut the apple in half with his pocket knife and handed one piece to her while he kept the one with the bite mark. Ellie nodded and accepted the apple; she sat it down on the table between them. She was staring at the ground while chewing her cupcake.
She was thinking about things she could not put in words, mere ideas coming together like liquids, not labeled by meanings or thoughts, pure mental flow of positives and negatives, she was tired. Ellie looked up at Gett, and sighed. “Imagine what it must have looked like in here, before.” She pointed at the white table with her foot as she sat cross legged across him and nodded towards the direction of a big shading umbrella that Gett had placed inside the doorway lock to the rooftop when they had arrived, just to keep any lingering zombies in the building away. She turned around and pointed at the plant pots that now hosted a dead series of intertwining plants, with dried flower petals at their base. Ellie was good with this stuff, Gett however saw nothing but the present. He felt guilty and ashamed every time he saw something dead, just being abandoned on a sidewalk or a balcony. He felt as if he was responsible for this as a member of the human race, in a way he was.

User avatar #4801 to #4799 - vanquishyjs (06/18/2012) [-]
“And maybe there would be some music playing here.” She turned her head and her beautiful brown hair awed Gett. “And some kids playing” Gett looked at a corner where children might have been engaged in their usual activities. A slow goose bump started traveling up his back; he saw himself and Ellie sitting at the table watching the mirage of dead children running around in circles. “And the boring old adults sitting at this table sipping on tea.” She concluded. “It would have been nice I guess, especially with the grass alive again.” Gett noticed the grass for the first time. This must have been some sort of a rooftop garden once, but now as the months had passed the grass had withered away and all that was left of them was a fuzzy carpet on top of very dry soil.
“You know…” Gett sat forward. “I can’t help but feel fascinated by how much you enjoy imagining people who are probably either dead or infected.”
“They don’t have to be infected, they might have ran away, or gotten to a good hiding spot.” Ellie stood up and grabbed the half of apple Gett had given her. She paced over the ledge and took a bite. “A lot of people made it out you know.” She said matter of factly.
User avatar #4802 to #4801 - vanquishyjs (06/18/2012) [-]
Gett could not help but see in his head, a palette of black and white, when he tried to imagine what the story of their survival might look like. He could imagine that the black side was him, with all his realist ideas and stick to reality, survive, etcetera etcetera mottos, and on the white side it was Ellie who purged through the hardness of the journey with hope and optimism. He was only feeling the joy of a philosophical train of thoughts when he bit his finger and he realized he had finished his apple. He took his finger out of his mouth and stared in the direction the barriers would be in. It was now 2 pm. The sun was just right, the next wave would be here soon. They would follow it to the barriers and wait until the fight was over, then show themselves to the military guys.
A few minutes later a sickening wave of growls arose. As if an orchestra of doom, directed by death himself, was pumping a deafening song of the trombones of hell, the wave arrived. “Quick!” He grabbed his backpack and handgun. Ellie was looking down from the side of the ledge.
“You want to wait for them to pass and we follow them from behind or what?” She asked as she sat down by the ledge, peeking bellow, her hair draped over the ledge and flying in the breeze.
User avatar #4803 to #4802 - vanquishyjs (06/18/2012) [-]

“We move with them, rooftop to rooftop, nice and easy.” He grabbed her hand and they jumped over the ledge to the next building. They got in front of the horde once or twice, but that was compensated for by alleys too wide for them to jump across. They carefully climbed down the stairs and traveled up them in the next building. It was almost a mile from the barriers when Gett sensed something was wrong. Ellie sensed it too. There were thick columns of smoke rising from the horizon of the buildings. As if the last building led to the end of the world, and they would fall off, not into a checkpoint, but into the end of the world.
The scene of the battlefield was devastating. Dead soldiers lay flat on the street and blood creased through the sidewalks. Gett was angry, and then afraid, and then it all transformed into one big chunk of sadness, a feeling of depression, sweeping through him with defeat. He felt as if he had reached the very edge of the world, and yet there was nothing to compensate him for his effort or rescue him from his misery.
Ellie only stood there, as if having problem computing the situation. She stared at the street as the zombies passed by, not even slightly interested in investigating the crime scene. Gett felt around his gun in his pocket, he slowly tugged it out, but before he could do anything hasty, Ellie leaned into him and put her head on his shoulder as her hair fell over his chest. “What now?”
He pocketed the gun. So yeah, what now? They stood there staring at the burnt out city that lay on their left, Gett closed his eyes and leaned into her. She leaned into him. And they stood there, holding each other up as they both felt tired out of this world.



Hope you liked it, altho the ending was a lil' cliche
User avatar #4804 to #4803 - vanquishyjs (06/18/2012) [-]
btw topic of the write was "Different views make the world more interesting"
#5068 to #4804 - mrwolfman (06/19/2012) [-]
not bad...is pretty cool how you didn't put the cause of the zombies in it. most movies and books explain right away which gives away the suspence
User avatar #5482 to #5068 - vanquishyjs (06/21/2012) [-]
Yeah i usually leave that for the audience to figure when I am writing a disaster/apoc piece. There is just no natural way to bring it in with only the characters dialogue and thoughts
+1
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#4653 to #4418 - mrwolfman (06/18/2012) [-]
yea my friend told me about it my bad. I was thinking instead of that a ten who gets turned into a hybrid by a clan of vimpires and werewolves
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