My sister (age ten) was complaining to me about having to go to the cinema and watch some strange film about a little naked baby who saves the village with a twig and a pair of shoes when this chapter came out of no where. I have no idea what the rest of the story is, who the characters are, how it finishes...it's just there.
Miarkhal is not word. I made it up. Short and random. During typhoon sibling elements join forces and put aside differenses.
if you've read the last two chapters you know the characters now here's the story so you know whats likely to happen...
Alright. Another random story! This one came from a combination of little sleep, too many credit hours, and putting the finishing touches on a report about the Stud himself, Ludwig van Beethoven. I was falling asleep and needed something to distract me until my next class. Voila! Another random outburst of blonde humor. Enjoy! Oh! And I have the permission of Hut herself to post this, as these characters come from her AMAZING beyond amazing story-turned-novel-in-the-making, Trench Coats and Love Notes. You can find it here: http://www.elfwood.com/libr/g/b/gbowden2/trench_coats_and_love_notes01.htm.html Oooo! Don't read this unless you've read to part...13 or so. Otherwise you might get a spoiler...which are not good. I don't care what anyone says. Spoilers stink.
Personally, I have absolutely no clue if randomity is indeed a word. In fact, I'm quite curious... But moving on, this is a story I wrote with one of my best friends, Zoe (remember the evil lunchbox-stealing fiend from P.O.T.L. 1?), and I decided I'd spread that randomnity around! Let me explain this deep and random randomeness, (as you can see, I like saying random), you see, Zoe and I did this in class and you had to write a sentance with the beginning chosen by the teacher. So, the writing in bold is my handwork, and the italic is hers. See what happens when you give me an excuse to write crazyness?!?
So there are all these things where the kid can do magic and goes off to have all these adventures. Sometimes the parents find out and sometimes they don't. Well what about the parents? And can they do the same things their children can? Just something random that came out on Word. I was going to make it longer, but I didn't.
this is my first writing that i have done on here so grade me kindly
A poem about a conversation with a wizard...slightly random, but somehow it makes sense. This is one of the best poems I've wrote so far ^_^
Something I started writing at random, or atleast that's what i thought. Though when i read it back a while ago, i realized it was based on some feelings of a great friend'a mine. (thanks for the inspiration bram ^-^)
This is something I found last night. I must've written it at least two years ago. I kinda like it, even though I don't really understand it.
These are the Writings I made at my school's overnight trip. I refuse to call them poems, as they were not written as such. Rather, I simply wrote as the Words that make them up came together in my mind. Anyhow...
Ok then. Right, this is a story a about a girl who happens to find an eyeball in her soup. Yes I know it's retarded. In a good way. And, no I was not on drugs/alchol/sugar... I just have the most random imagination... I turned angles in a triangle into an angry face~! Yesh, I'm crazy. Oh yeah, before I go, read the story. Dude, I know it looks long, but its not. :D
Mmmmmm. Roadkill. XP But in Soviet Russia, roadkill eat hobos! Sorry, couldn't resist. 2007
This story is inspired by elfwood itself! This is how I feel when I move from story to story, from world to world by pressing the random button.