Chapter One: Just Post It Already

Chapter One: Running

All my life, my dream was to fly.

Without an airplane. Without a jet-pack. If I had a jet-pack, though, I’m sure I wouldn't mind.

Looking up at the birds, I could never help but feel jealous. They were born to fly, and don’t have any other care. They don’t have school. Their life is easy. They fly with grace.

Grace. The way people are supposed to move around. What’s the point of walking around if you weren't going to do it right? Although wherever I was, I heard only, “sorry,” “oops,” and “I’ll… uh… clean that up”.

People seemed only bashfully happy to me. So very grounded by what they have to do, by either force or necessity or desire. Being able to fly would pretty much be the exact opposite of being grounded, wouldn't it? That’s what I’d liked. To have been different from my Grade 6 classmates at school, each of whom had their own anchor. It was usually video games or TV or sports.

My friends gave me a share in their fun from time to time, and they always insisted I was crazy for not having much of a video game system at home. I used to agree with them, but I got over it. Now I felt lucky. I didn’t have to worry about my scores. I heard that’s all they talked about, which gave me nothing to talk about, whatsoever. My friends were Simon and Chase. The only two people I really felt comfortable to talk to, even though all they talked about is video games. They didn’t seem to care when I didn’t understand them, they seemed to enjoy explaining things to me.

They were the only ones who enjoyed coming to my house, where I had just a computer to entertain them. My TV was “lame,” and anything else was nearly inconsiderable. At school we did everything together.

That was before I knew I could fly.

It was early September, and I had decided I wanted to fly. Our teachers took us out to the park at lunch, and I didn’t want to play soccer. We hung around the field at first. After a while, we managed to wander away from everyone, up a small hill. It was where the running track was, but seeing it in front of me revealed that this would the perfect place to practice my plan to fly.

I once read in a book about someone that had learned to fly after following instructions in a book. They told him what yoga positions to do, what to say and what to put in a blender. After that he was able to fly. It described how flying had felt. It made me so angry that this was only fiction.

Nobody told me flying was impossible. I never asked, but everyone kept saying that anything is possible. All the teachers said that with a confident smile. We really could do anything. They could give more homework, I could become a genius, animals could talk, when the lights turn out your chair can attack you. I could fly.

All I had to do was want it enough. And what better position to be in to start flying, randomly by the power of will, than a running one?

So every lunch I started to lead my friends over to that little hill beyond the soccer field and run. After my friends got tired I would continue. I tried to cry a bit; maybe that would help build my will.

Eventually I started to jump, and grab at the air every once in a while, but still nothing happened. I tried to push off the ground with the Force, like a Jedi might, but still, nothing. I didn’t give up though, and I could feel myself getting stronger from this endless running during the lunch recess.

Maybe I may have stopped after a while, realizing how crazy I was, but I didn’t get the chance to. One day, I was running, sweat was just starting to bead down my forehead, I could feel. Chase and Simon were on the bleachers talking about video games or something.  I felt like it was time to try jumping. I tried my “Force Method”: I concentrated really hard, bringing my eye brows down, squinting. My hands open at my hip, I leaned forward, tried to feel the stony track without touching it. The space in between. My eyes shut and I thrust everything I could off the ground. Air blew over my face. In my hands I could feel something. It felt like compressed air, or the feeling you get when you push and pull your hands at each other repeatedly. The feeling was gone I opened my eyes and I was falling. But I was falling from way higher than I have fallen. I started to whoop in joy, but I yelped as I fell hard onto my feet and landed on my hands in the grass right after a turn in the track. Chase and Simon saw me lying there. “Jesse!” they called, “Jesse, are you okay?!”

“I did it,” I told them, “I flew.”

It had truly been only the sky and I. 

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So, you read the first chapter in the story! At least that's what I assume you're doing at the bottom of this post! I hope it was short enough, the word count is 871 words! So... My first story since... my last one! I'm pretty amazed that I'm doing this! So far this is going according to plan, but you may remember me saying I don't have one, so... I'm not going to try and fill you with any hopes! This is pretty much all I've got!

PLEASE let me know what you think!

YOU are The Exquisite Corpse

The Exquisite Corpse is a strange name for a contest. I'm not making a corpse. But if I did it would probably exquisite, if I do say so myself. I'd turn killing it an art. That line triggers something in your brain doesn't it?

 

 This isn't a competition to find the greatest corpse, is it? I was told it is a contest to find out who can impress Derek Landy, author of Skulduggery Pleasant (...), this month.

 

 My only possible explanation for the name is that you probably don't want to participate in this competition, if you want to live.

 That's all I can say.

 Even so, it is what has been taking up my free time at the moment, so you may not see "Chapter One" until I'm done. Then again, you may not see it at all...

 I shouldn't joke about that. Of course I don't see myself winning, so don't worry, the story is coming.

 It's a silly little thing but the good part about it is that each chapter is short, and each chapter has many possible follow-up chapters, so if you are getting bored, please tell me, and I'll see what I can do. 

 There's no fighting in the first chapter. You'd have to wait for chapter two. But then if you wanted any REAL fighting, you'll have to wait for chapter five or six.

 No, I don't know what's going on in my story I think about all day, from when I wake up, to when I try and fall asleep, everything that happens to me, or in the news, it happens to my characters. 

 It's pretty interesting. I just need to... finish this "Corpse". That's what their calling the entries, right? Even if it's just a story, or a picture... 

 Otherwise it's the invitation to mine. 

 

Impossible

I have at least four drafts for this new post. I have been waiting for a very long time to post something, and it is finally about time I did. For a very long time I've been thinking about what I would say in this new post, and wording it perfectly, trying to figure out how to start it, and I used none of those ways. Nothing like being fresh!

Speaking of fresh...
I have been thinking about doing somthing new for me. Writing short stories has been what I wanted to do, because when I started this blog, I expected people to be bored of a long story that you prolong over a number of posts, so I stayed away from that, and shared a new short story whenever I had one I wanted to share. But you may have noticed I have become very distant from that. That stupid artwork of mine is just faster. I probably should take me a bit longer if I want it to look any good, but I have immense pleasure in looking at whatever I come up with. Because every time I make a new painting, I experiment with new things, and the pictures are like little bits of my genius in a picture...

Last post- no wait- the post before the last post, I told you I'd give you a story about a yellow house, shaped like a droopy cone, which sort of makes it look like a wizard hat. This story was going to be awesome. Awesome because it was going to be quick, funny... But then it became too long. And boring, in my mind.

Now, how would you like to read a full length story, with chapters and everything, like you guys make, and I really enjoy reading?

I'm going to try this, because there've a couple of ideas on my mind that have just been bugging me to a point where I feel like I'm being tortured. I need to write one of these stories. I want to see how far I can go. My record so far is four chapters before getting bored. That was before I realizes I should just write shorter stories.

So what'd'ya think?

HI!

Say hi back!

HI!
Go ahead.

Waddiawantfromme etc.

I have been busy! Okay?! Stop asking me to come on and spend time with you when I have better things to be doing!
Hmm... This doesn't really apply to anybody that I really know of. . . I think I'm just trying to talk like that other guy, who always starts posts like that. . . and writes really cool books that kind of make up for anything...

But really. I've been having quite a blast doing things. This that would surprise even myself if I had just told me what I'd been doing. But I guess a lot of the time I am the most surprised at random things I would never expect me to do, while everyone else just seems indifferent. Not even a hint of surprise.

As usual, (this is the follow up thing I do to introduce most of the surprising things I do after telling everyone they will, but probably won't be surprised.) Ahem, as usual, I have been thinking. Letting time pass infront of my eyes, waiting for the time to set my plans into action, surprising everyone. As usual, I haven't actually gotten to that yet. I'm a little busy thinking. I can't pass the chance that I might miss something important.

I want to try something. I want to TELL you my plans.

Wow.

That was unexpected. Even for -. We've been through that, haven't we? Yeah, thought so.

Okay, I'll be honest, when I started this post, I had no idea I was going to say that. Sometimes I just blurt out random things, sorry. I'll try no to let that happen again.

Anyway, back to what I was saying before.

I have been busy. And I have been learning. Teaching myself. How to make this:

...

Yes. That is the grand thing I have been hiding from you this whole time. A silly song thing. The picture of the black lightning blot wasn't supposed to be part of it. Blogger forced me to make the song into a video, so I thought 'hey, why not put an old picture of how you thought the lightning from the scepter looked? It would be perfect!'
(I made that to envision  the bolt... because I kept getting confused, don't ask how. I made it with Paint.)

  Okay, so the music part was made with an app I'm now addicted to: Garageband. You may have heard of it.
  It's this lovely little app that costs five Canadian dollars, and is meant for producing music but is also impossible to use. Until I found out a whole new way, a way that takes a lot of patience, and a bit of musical knowledge, but is completely worth it in the end.

  By slowly editing each independent note, songs can be perfect, exactly as you want them, without the need of a whole band.

  So this one short, pitiful clip took two days (including breaks), and is only 9 bars. I admit, it isn't supposed to be the best. There's a reason I call this song "Waddiawantfrommethisisthefirstsongiveeverreallymade". I was just showing off (to myself) in the end, which is why it becomes all bumpy and stuff. I just wanted to see if I could do that rising thing, because I had the "Flight of the Order of the Phoenix" song stuck in my head. I realized so many things from this experience, that I think I'll continue making these short things. To keep my head in order.

  Whenever I hear a song now I see notes in Garageband-form in my head. (I don't actually know which notes go to which letters, etc, I just put them somewhere on the imaginary chart thing, and assume where the other ones go as apposed to my random placements.)

   Basically, I learned a lot. That's all I should say without trying to make you understand what I mean. It would help a lot if I understood what I was doing...

  Another thing I have been doing is thinking about writing more. All I do is think. Think. And draw useless pictures. I have developed so many story ideas, I keep adding one every time I try to count them...

  So as I have been thinking, and drawing, I realized I was creating yet another story. So I have decided to finally write that one story, because it was small, and sort-of-simple.

  And incidentally, I don't trust myself to write it. I think I need to force myself. And that having been said, I present to you . . .


THE COVER:

This Isn't What You Think It Is... Maybe, I don't read thoughts.

Happy New Year, fellows. The day has inevitably arrived. Yes, it is now 2013, not that you need me telling you. In fact, how unoriginal this is of me, making a New Years post. You're probably bored of these already. I'm not, by the way. I haven't read any yet save for Derek's, which was awesome.
Now that I've deleted that totally long ramble on how awesome it actually was, explaining what I found great, I'll have you know that this isn't a New Years post at all.

It's actually just another one of my posts that show off some picture I drew, but this one just so happens to be posted on New Years.

And this is that picture.
Who is the mysterious fellow floating in mid-air? Why is he in a mysterious cave with a weird looking opening? Is he a Necromancer, because it looks like those are shadows being manipulated?
I'm not sure. I just closed my eyes yesterday, lying in bed and I saw this picture. Well, a lot awesomer looking than this, but really, I had to draw it. It was like... Like... That box in "the Button" story. It was a lot like it, anyway.
In case it's hard to see, if you care, this is a picture of some sort of Necromancer, without necromancer clothes, which was kind of a mistake because in my "vision" he had black clothes, I think. The Necromancer is floating in mid-air, and he descended into the cave to get more shadows, because as you can see outside, it's day time. Yes. My artwork has deep, deep uh... Stuff
Happy New Year, all!

An Actual Post That One May Find Suitable to Call an Update-Thingy

Greetings. Today was a very strange day. I was obviously unhinged. I was too happy, too loud, too involving. I barely recognized myself. Much like my writing, nowadays. I have no idea why. I'm sure it had to do with some of the books I read over the past few months, and how I barely had any practice in a while. I read a book called the Messenger. Very good, but the author wrote in broken sentences, which had a good effect, but it affected me like a scar.

I loved that book, The Messenger. The ideas were perfect, I understood the main characters well, perfect characters. Very well developed. It's apparently a famous book, but then again I never heard of it before.

In fact now that I mention it, I have to give it credit for a small detail in the Story of Three, (a story I agreed to write alongside Kestrel and Val V, in case you didn't know. I put up my chapter yesterday. It's terrible, but Kes and Val V begged to differ, so that's how it is).

Anyway, the detail. The letter. I suggested Kes and Val V get a letter from Thrust because of the beautiful story called The Messenger. You're welcome, The Messenger. You ruined my writing but gave me an idea. Not many can do that. I wish you were like normal books and didn't ruin my writing.

If you have time you an check out our story. It's right here: http://kestrelvalandthrust.blogspot.ca/, you have to go all the way down to the first Chapter if you want to read it right. You can skip mine if you want, though. Even though mine is probably the most important to the story so far, it will also probably hurt your brain.

There seem to be so many stories like this online in our little sweet comunity, I really do understand if you can't afford to read any of it. But that's speaking for me. Val and Kes, they're absolutely marvalous writers somehow. Really.

My writing would be terrific if all my wonderful work would somehow make it past my brain. It's hard to imitate my own thoughts, somehow. I guess it's because my mind - used to, at least - be programed to be original in it's own way, taking what I've seen and create something new in some respect. I enjoy writing like that. I suprise myself, making it enjoyable.

Yesterday I was really depressed so I got thrudged through almost all of Kingdom of the Wicked. I'm a slow reader, I suppose. I don't know if it had anything to do with how wonderful I felt all day today. Now. It was truely a different experience.

Okay, before I write a novel here, I'm going to stop musing here.
I really hope you all had a great day, and stuff.