Wednesday, June 30, 2010

TOLKIEN!! And Why He Can't Come

If you have read the post of this title, (which most people do), and have looked at the sidebar at the number of followers this blog has (which many of you may), and if you follow this blog (if you're reading this, and you don't, go ahead and follow! Excluding parents), and you actually know what I'm talking about, (if you don't, go two posts down and read), then you already know the subject of this post. You guessed it; Something Tolkienish is about to happen...

Unfortunately, it has been postponed. Until further notice. It requires a week for myself, and I don't have a week yet in which I can do it, since I'm on vacation all next week, going to my aunt's wedding the next, and something I forgot the third week, I can't do it. Hopefully, if I have built enough suspense, then most of you should be going, "Darn!" and slamming your fist on a nearby table--or something similar in reaction.

So that means y'all will have to sit tight and wait.

TRANSLATION (for those who can't understand my rambling); Since I'm going to be gone for about three weeks, I can't do the Tolkienish thing that I promised once I reached 25 followers.

WAIT! Don't leave. I have some spoilers for the upcoming giveaway (yes, it is a giveaway!).

First; It is golden. Literally.

Second; It is book(s).

Third--Whoever guesses the prize correctly gains another entry into the giveaway. Seriously. But no one will ever guess.


EDIT; It must be a specific edition of the book that you are specifying. Otherwise it would be guessed in an instant. :D

SECOND EDIT; Only three tries per person, either all in one comment or three.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

A Jumbled-Up Box of Randomized Words that Smells Strange--Probably Texas

If you don't understand the title of this post, no fear; you'll understand by the time this is done. :D

First of all (of many, that is), I am BACK! Yes. :D Can you tell? I've been back for a while, but the intoxicating combination of heated writing, amazing books (Jeffrey Overstreet!), and internet problems lured me away from the blog.

My first mission trip, for those of you who were wondering, went wonderfully. I may post a debriefing post on my other blog soon, so keep a lookout.

Second, my editing on Novel #1 has gone officially fantastic! I've rewritten in nearly 3500 words today alone. And I have finally found a title (a working one, at least), after many days (or years) of searching; Quest for the Kingdom.

Give me your opinion on it! :D

Third, J. R. Parker's book, Kestrel's Midnight Song, was just endorsed by Wayne Thomas Batson! That makes me jump. Strange. Anyway, he compared it to Paolini's writing, so if that doesn't interest you, than nothing will. Click here to check out his post on it.

Fourth (yes, I know--this is getting long), it is far too hot here in the Midwest.

Fifth, these select lyrics, from Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, always tickle my funny bone. :D

When I think of his last great battle
A lump comes to my throat
It takes a man who knows no fear
To wrestle...with a goat

At the time, they [the brothers] were speaking of Joseph and his blood-stained coat. It makes me laugh so much. :D

Sixth, would you, readers, mind if I posted a review on a nonfiction book? Obviously, it's good enough for me to post a review on it, and yes, it's a Christian book. But I'm not going to reveal the title just yet. :)

Lastly, my followers jumped while I was gone. Only one more follower until I reach the big 25. And then... *evil laugh*

Something Tolkienish shall happen... Moohahaha. :D



[PS; For those of you who didn't get the 'Probably Texas' bit, I went to Arlington, Texas on my mission trip.]

Friday, June 18, 2010

Going to be Gone

Hey, everyone, I'd like to warn you that I'll be gone June 20-26 on a mission trip. So that means there will not be any posts for that week.


Besides this, I'd like to fit in a couple events/news that I had no idea where else to put. :)

First, Wayne Thomas Batson is having an Amazon Blitz on June 22 for his new book with Christopher Hopper, Venom and Song. If you like fantasy and love the Berinfell Prophecies, then that's the place to be. Elves are going to invade Amazon's bestseller list! For those who are in the Tribe contest, it also means MEGA Vanadils. Go here for more info.


So, as Wayne Thomas Batson says, "Light the torches and gather the pitchforks!"

It's time for Elves to invade Amazon.

Second, once I reach 25 followers, something Tolkienish is going to happen...

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Top Four Time-Wasters for Writers

What are the four most time-wasting things for writers, things that make distract them from the writing they're doing, and how do you stay away from them?


4) Over-Brainstorming

Believe it or not, brainstorming a little too much can be a bad thing. Sitting and staring at the computer screen/paper, thinking about what you're going to write stops being helpful after about a minute. Once you have the general idea of what you're going to write, then write it. Otherwise you might end of 'brainstorming' the entire time and never get a word down. Taking a long time to brainstorm is best done when you aren't able to write. During a long car voyage or if you can't get to sleep are two examples that I use constantly.


3) Noise

Noise distracts you, big time. Music is one classic example. While for many people, music helps them focus, most of the time I find that when a good song that I like comes on the radio, I think, "Oh, look, my favorite song is on," and so get distracted from my writing. However, there are select times and tunes where music is useful. Like when I was writing at 12:00 in the morning and was being creeped out by my own writing and the silence. :)

Talking and movies in the background is terrible as well. I don't know how many times I hear my name spoken, and leave to computer to find out who's talking about me. Movies are the same. Terribly distracting. I have found myself, while trying to write, ending up watching the movie just because it's a movie.


2) Self Criticism While Writing

Now we've come to one that almost tops the first time-waster; self criticism while writing. You're your most critical critic, but doing that while still writing isn't good. I touched on this several times before, and every word I said is echoed here again; it's a lot harder to finish a novel while you're constantly editing than to finish a novel and then edit.

By doing this, you'll lose time (and possibly waste some).


1) The Internet

I bet you saw this one coming. The internet is seriously the most distracting thing for writing ever invented. You get on the computer to write, and you instantly have a choice; write, or get on the internet? It's honestly a hard question.

I am guilty of this. Very guilty. I had no idea there were so many things more appealing than writing. And the internet is a classic cause of false writer's block. I get on the computer to write and find I want to get on the internet. "Well," I say to myself, "It must be writer's block." Writer's block is real, but oftentimes the cause is just that you would rather be doing something else; like the internet.



So the bottom line; Stay away from the internet, get away from the noise, and just write. :)

Monday, June 14, 2010

And the Winner is...

A couple of days ago, I, and several other people, did a Word War for the Smokin' Pen Award.

And the winner is....

Who wrote 3751 words...

In one night...


Eldra!


You can copy the picture below and put it on your sidebar, if you like. Congratulations!




I'll be starting regular blogging again tomorrow, so look out! :)


Thursday, June 10, 2010

Word War Begins Tomorrow!!


Yes, leap for joy! It is time for a Word War, the prestigious and nonexistent-until-five-minutes-ago 'Teenage Writer Word War I'.

For those of you who don't know what it is, and for those of you who do (I'm changing things up!), here's a list of rules.

1. A Word War is simply a war of words. Whoever writes the most words in their novel/story/poem/etc. in the allotted time wins!
2.The Word War begins at five in the afternoon Central Time tomorrow. (I think that's what my time zone is called...) It ends at dawn the next day. (I know some of you; you'll write half the night.) :D
3. In order to enter the Word War, you must first a) Put in your current project and word count via the comments section, and then b) the next day, tell me how many words (through the comments section) you wrote in the allotted time.

The winner will win my completely made up award; The Smokin' Pen Award. You can save it one your computer and (if you have a blog or website) post it on the sidebar.

I will participate, writing in Sadaar, my third novel, but I won't recieve the award if I win. It'll go to second place, then. :D

Get ready for the WORD WAR!!

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Tip for June 9, 2010; The Gift of Goals, Part One

There are two kinds of goals; time goals, and word goals. At least, that's what I call them. Word goals are a certain word count that writers want their novels/stories to have. Time goals are how long until you feel you have to finish your novel/story.

In this post (there will be more!), I'm going to write about time goals.

Lately I have set a goal for my current novel, Sadaar; I want to finish it by the end of summer. To some, such goals are impossible. "What?" they might say. "There is NO way I could do that."

Perhaps. Perhaps not. Here's the way I actually do my goals;

1) Ask God to help you make the goal. It works. No kidding.

2) I force myself to write. Writer's block? Sit down and think about what's blocking you, and then remedy the situation. If my creative juices are gone, I keep writing, no matter how dry the stuff I'm typing out is. That's what editing is for! Also, ignoring the internet helps.

3) Do not, whatever you do, don't start editing before the novel is done, unless it affects the plot. This one may differ from each person, but as for me, there are so many mistakes out there, I will never get my novel perfect before going on to write the next piece. I keep on writing and never look back at what I wrote until the novel is done and in front of me. Then I edit like mad. :)

And for those who don't have goals, you might want to think of making one. This, too, may differ from each person, but for me, I find that my productivity goes up a level by having a certain self-imposed date that I want to finish my novel or reach a certain part.

All in all, I think that time goals are a good thing to have, especially if you want to write a lot.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Some Updates

Blogger was down yesterday, so I apologize for not blogging.

I'm just going to bring some stuff up-to-date, as I don't have enough time to write a full-fledged post.

Okay, so first, here's some writing updates.

-I've hit a couple of plot flops in my third novel, so it's kind of ground to a halt. On Friday, I plan to try to revive it.
-I am currently editing/rewriting the Dark King. :D
-My rewriting for my first novel is bucking along very well. I've been adding some subplot, and I'm very pleased with the result.

And next;
-I am busy over the next couple days, (especially on Thursday), so I may not be able to blog.
-If I can blog, be looking for writing tip (yes, I revived it!).

And that's about it, I think. :)

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Review; Curse of the Spider King


The Seven succeeding Elven Lords of Allyra were dead, lost in the Siege of Berinfell as babes. At least that's what everyone thought until tremors from a distant world known as Earth, revealed strange signs that Elven blood lived among its peoples. With a glimmer of hope in their hearts, sentinels are sent to see if the signs are true. But theirs is not a lone errand. The ruling warlord of Allyra, the Spider King, has sent his own scouts to hunt down the Seven and finish the job they failed to complete many ages ago.

Now 13-year-olds on the brink of the Age of Reckoning when their Elven gifts will be manifest, discover the unthinkable truth that their adoptive families are not their only kin. With mysterious Sentinels revealing breathtaking secrets of the past, and dark strangers haunting their every move, will the young Elf Lords find the way back to the home of their birth? Worlds and races collide as the forces of good and evil battle. Will anyone escape the Curse of the Spider King? [Description and image taken from Amazon.com]

This was actually the first book that I read by either Wayne Thomas Batson or Christopher Hopper, and it is one of the best.

One of the things that was both good and bad was that there were seven protagonists. Seven. Quite a bit. But CH and WTB manage to pull it off masterfully.

Mr. Batson's humor, seen often in his other books (like The Door Within), was also present. There was a particular paragraph about a cell phone (COTSK fans will know what I'm talking about) that literally made me laugh my head off.

Mr. Hopper's description skills and other qualities shone through the pages of this excellent book as well.

The character development could have been a bit better on a few select characters, but altogether, considering the enormous amount of characters, protagonists and other characters alike, the development was superb.

The combination of these two authors was, to say the least, amazing. I can't wait to read their next book in the Berinfell Prophecies series, Venom and Song. (which, incidentially, comes out in several days!)

Rated 9.1 out of 10
[NOTE; Sorry about the image, it was the only one I could find. :) ]

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Assorted News

Sorry for the fitful blogging, everyone. This will be a short post, mostly just because I have half a dozen short things to say.

Sorry, readers, but I've decided to postpone the Top Ten list until further notice. I have been VERY busy (how are you not surprised?) writing, editing, etc. In fact, I entered a short story I recently wrote (no, not the Dark King) at a C. S. Lewis contest at the Pen and the Parchment. You can go over there and vote for your favorite story soon.

On a completely different note, I have good news; I have only 404 Wases to eliminate from my first novel. Ah, make that 402. Wish me luck on my Was manhunt! :)

Besides this, Wayne Thomas Batson's (author of the Door Withing Trilogy) and Christopher Hopper's (author of Rise of the Dibor) Tribe-Building Contest has begun! Click here to get more details.

I'm making a little bubble at the top of the page (in fact, you should be able to see it already) with the current word count of my third novel (the one I'm currently working on). I'm hoping to finish it this summer and start outlining another book soon.

And my first random post is over. And I like dark chocolate. :D


Friday, May 28, 2010

The Honorable Mentions

Yes, I haven't blogged for quite a bit. There were two reasons for this;

-I wanted the chapter from my novel to be up as long as possible.
-and I have been very busy.

But now it is time for the next stage in my blog schedule; My top ten favorite books. But what would this be without the honorable mentions? The following books are amazing novels, but were just a bit below the top ten list.



The Door Within, by Wayne Thomas Batson

By Darkness Hid, by Jill Williamson

The Word Reclaimed by Steve Rzasa

The Word Unleashed by Steve Rzasa

Dragons in Our Midst by Bryan Davis

On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness, by Andrew Peterson

Rise of the Wyrm Lord by Wayne Thomas Batson

To Darkness Fled by Jill Williamson

The Vanishing Sculptor by Donita K. Paul

The DragonKeeper Chronicles, by Donita K. Paul


I will start my series of favorite books soon, so keep on checking back!

Friday, May 21, 2010

The Novel Chapter; The Leviathan

So I actually ended up reading the most of the series I was going to review (five books) in the last couple of days, and I found out that I don't really have time to write five reviews, or even a series review. So sorry, for those who wanted a review. :)

Which means that it's that time of day for me to post my novel excerpt; the chapter. This chapter is from about midway through the second book (I couldn't find a whole lot of exciting chapters in my first book that didn't have to do with a vital part of the plot).

I posted part of it on a comment on Wayne Thomas Batson's blog (which conveniently ended in a cliffhanger), so for those who read it there, you'll get the end of the chapter as well. So you'll find out the end of the cliffhanger. :D

I'd love to hear any comments or critique you may have, so feel free to comment.




~ Chapter 18 ~
The Leviathan


“How long do you think it'll last?” I yelled to Shad over the pouring sheets of rain. I could barely make out his dim form ahead of me through the heavy rain, swaying as waves smashed into the ship.

Lightning lit up the sky for a short second, and a crash of thunder obscured Shad's reply.

“What?” I shouted.

“I don't know!” I heard Shad this time.

Another peal of thunder sounded overhead, and I motioned in the general direction of King Ladar's cabin on the stern of the ship.

Shad followed me as we staggered around the heaving deck. Lightning flashed, and I saw some of the other ships in the fleet in a similar position, bucking like a giant sea beast in the tempest that raged around them. I focused on keeping my balance, gritting my teeth and doggedly tumbling in the direction of the cabin.

Shad and I smashed into the cabin door after a particularly rough wave, and scrabbled for the handle, dropping through the door. I slammed the door shut, and we stood there, dripping.

King Ladar sat at his desk, writing. The ship shuddered again, and he reached out, catching his lantern before it crashed to the floor of the cabin. He spotted us standing before the cabin door.

“The storm is bad, then?” he asked, as if the of crash of thunder and flashes of lightning all around him weren't enough to answer his question.

“'Bad' is an understatement.” I said, wringing my clothes.

His eyebrows raised. “I see.”

Shad collapsed suddenly in a nearby chair. “S-something's going to happen," he said, wiping the water running down his brow. I had never heard Shad stammer before.

“What?” King Ladar and I asked simultaneously.

Shad looked beyond us, out the window, as if he saw something we didn't. “Something terrible.”

He seemed to come out of a sort of trance. “The alarm bell!” he cried urgently.

Shad raced outside, the door slamming violently behind him. A few minutes later I heard the peal of the warning bell.

I began to wonder if Shad had been struck by the lightning from the storm around us. Sighing, I braced myself, and then hurtled out, barely making it through before the door smashed shut behind me.

I staggered slightly as the pelting rain hit me, and then made my way to the navigator cabin. As I made my way across the deck, I saw several other startled sailors coming up from below the decks at the ringing of the alarm bell.

I found Shad inside the navigator cabin, ringing the bell vigorously. The walls were covered with damp, half-torn maps, hence the name of the cabin.

Shad was calmer than before, and he stopped ringing the bell as I tumbled into the room.

He looked out the porthole, and then tore his eyes away from it and stared at me. “It's here.”

An unearthly roar came from outside, and the Waverunner shook violently.

“What in the world?!” I shouted, alarmed. The ship rocked back and forth again.

“It's a-” Shad began to yell, but a bellow from outside masked his words.

“What?” I shouted.

“It's a leviathan!”

My blood ran cold. Leviathans were mythical, at least, they used to be. Legend said they were the last of the huge creatures that roamed the earth when Aari had made it. Humans had driven them off in the Early Days, and they had slowly died out.

But now I wasn't so sure.

Shad grabbed a harpoon and smashed out of the cabin. I followed him, taking a harpoon as well. I didn't know what to expect, but nothing had prepared me for what I saw as I stared into the tempest raging around me.

I saw Shad standing still on the other side of the ship, but a roar riveted my attention from Shad. There, above him, was the most monstrous, hideous, and terrifying beast I had ever seen.

Its body, covered in gray-green scales stained by the lash of the sea, rippled with mighty muscles. It had giant spines running down its neck, where they disappeared into the sea. Its head loomed above the ship with luminous, blood red eyes and keen, stained teeth. It gave a keening scream, exposing rows of more teeth. A gust of choking, smelly breath hit me, and I staggered to the side of the ship and retched over the side.

Shad shouted to me, “Hit it in one of its eyes! That's the only place that's vulnerable!”

Shad had found more harpoons, and he hurled them, one after another, at the leviathan looming above the ship, but to no avail. All of the harpoons struck, but they glanced off the strong scales of the leviathan like twigs.

Shouts came from around me, and I saw other men coming from various places, clutching at harpoons themselves.

I remembered a poem that my mother had read to me when I was younger.

'Can you pull in the leviathan with a fishhook,
Or tie down his tongue with a rope?
Can you put a cord through his nose,
Or pierce his jaw with a hook?
Will he keep begging you for mercy?
Will he speak to you with gentle words?
If you lay a hand on him,
You will remember the struggle and never do it again!
Any hope of subduing him is false;
The mere sight of him is overpowering.'

Despair overwhelmed me for a second, but then I came to my senses, and ran toward the leviathan, harpoon high.

I threw it, heaving with all my strength and will.

It curved up into the dark sky, a solitary bullet in the black clouds above.

The harpoon struck deep into the glowing eye of the leviathan, a thorn in the body of the great crustacean.

It shook its head in pain and frustration, giving an earth-shaking, heart-stopping roar, glaring at Shad murderously with its one working eye.

Shad stood there, his hands on his last harpoon.

The leviathan screeched, and, jaws open wide, brought its mighty weight down on the ship, trying to get at Shad. I grabbed a rope, hanging on for my life as the deck tilted.

Shad scrabbled for the mast and managed to get his arms around it, still holding the harpoon.

The ship tilted almost vertically, and I saw Shad's hands slipping as I clung to the rope. My mind was blank with horror as I saw Shad slide a little, and then drop into the gaping maw of the leviathan.

“No!!” I cried in anguish.The Waverunner straightened, and the leviathan raised its head vertically, as if to swallow something. Instead, wheezing gasps came from its huge mouth.

It started thrashing wildly, making giant waves that almost overwhelmed the ship. I saw a glittering thing protruding slightly from the from the leviathan's neck, as if it were a tiny jewel.

It was metal, and I thought someone must have finally penetrated the leviathan's scales with a harpoon.

And then I suddenly realized the harpoon was pointing outward.

The leviathan gave a shrill, bone-chilling shriek, breaking all the windows that were still intact on the ship. It tumbled onto the Waverunner, its eyes already clouding over in death.

A figure crashed out the dead leviathan's throat, coughing.

“Shad!” I yelled, running toward him. He was alive!

He gave a nonchalant wave, as if nothing had happened, and then coughed again, hard.“Hey," he said. "I got in a tangle with the leviathan, but I managed to lodge the harpoon in its neck before it could eat me.”

I laughed.

"And it stunk like you wouldn't ever believe in there!”




THE END... of the chapter. :D

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Really Quick Question

As all of you know (at least the ones who check Teenage Writer regularly) I'm doing a line-up of post series. However, I'm currently reading a book (and possibly a series) that I'd like to write a review on.

So this is where the title comes from; Do you think I should interrupt my series for a couple days (next of which is a chapter from my novel), or should I go ahead and post the chapter tomorrow?

Please comment and tell me what you think. I'll decide 24 hours from this date [May 19th evening].

Thanks!

Online Party is Tomorrow!!!

Yes, believe it or not, J. R. Parker's (better known to some as the Yodeling Dwarf) online party for the release of his book is TOMORROW.

Wow... I can't wait. I posted earlier about it, but I'm posting again (halfway to remind myself). And now I'm almost giddy with excitement... Wow, that phrase is seriously archaic...

I'm going to end this post now before I jump down a rabbit hole (I tend to do that when I'm excited).

Here's the official 'banner' thing for the party. Enjoy!



Oh, and don't forget to check out his awesomely chilling book trailer and his amazingly hilarious party introduction!

I hope to see you (er, read you) there!

*****UPDATE******

I'm going to post a chapter from my book tomorrow, so make sure a watch for it!

Sunday, May 16, 2010

The Last Segment of The Dark King; Part Eight

Hey, sorry for leaving you hanging! No, I didn't do it to build suspense. :D

I actually took a trip to my grandparents house, which is remarkably computerless. So, sorry again.

I've really enjoyed blogging this, and I hope you enjoyed reading it. Oh, and I'm posting a poll on the top of the right sidebar about editing and rewriting The Dark King, so please vote on your opinion! Thanks!



The Dark King
Part Eight

By Jake



After breakfast the next day, Jarz, Szifa, and Haas set off in search of the cave where Jarz and Szifa had woken up.

Using the markers they had left before, they managed to find the cave after several hours of searching.

Haas began walking faster as soon as the cave came into sight, but stopped just before entrance.

Haas touched the walls wistfully, as if remembering a long lost memory, then turned to Jarz and Szifa. “Come, let us go farther in.”

They went to the end of the tunnel, and stopped before the strange, fluctuating wall at the back of the cave. “Well, now what do we do?” asked Szifa.

There was a short, eerie silence after Szifa spoke, and then Haas spoke three words in a strange, lilting language.

A slight tremor went through the rock, and a miniature picture of a mountain materialized on the wall, surrounded by mist and swirling colors.

“What...?” Jarz said, startled. It was the mountain crater they had fallen into, back in their own country.

Haas smiled sadly. “Here, my friends, is your way home. Do not ask me how I did it. I am not sure myself.” He pointed at the picture. “Walk through it, and you will find yourself home again.”

Szifa walked hesitatingly towards the picture, and stuck his hand into it. Shock registered on Szifa's face as his hand disappeared right into the wall.

Slowly, his body followed his hand, and Szifa appeared in the picture.

Jarz followed him slowly, forcing himself to go through the wall. A tingling sensation spread throughout his body, and he saw every color at once in a burst of light.

Then he was through, and baking in the hot summer sun.

Jarz turned back to the crater and saw a glowing, mysterious image of Haas's lonely figure, his hand raised in farewell.

The image slowly faded, giving a short glow to the darkness of the pit, and then blackness engulfed it.

“Farewell, my friend.” Jarz whispered. "Farewell."

He and Szifa turned and started back down the mountain, leaving the darkness of the pit to the brighness of the day.

The End

Friday, May 14, 2010

The Dark King, Part 7 (Seven)

Sorry if the diverse titles are bothering you. :D I'm trying to keep the site problems down to a minimum.

Remember, point out any mistakes (I've noticed that less people are doing so. C'mon, you know you have it in you!)

Okay, the suspenseful part. You're going to find out what the title means this time around. :D



The Dark King
Part Seven

By Jake


Haas and Jarz whirled around and found themselves face to face with a twisted, black shape that flickered gray colors. Again, Jarz had an overwhelming urge to flee.


“The Dark King...” Haas said boldly. “I've heard of you. Nothing good, of course.”

Jarz stared incredulously at Haas. Was he trying to get them killed?

“You are responsible for the death of my kinsman.” the Dark King hissed.

Haas smiled. “No, really, it was Saar acting through me.”

The Dark King screeched, making Jarz cover his ears. “Do not say that name!”

“Saar.” Haas said impudently. “Saar.”

The Dark King screeched again and drew his sword. Haas drew his as well.

“You shall pay.” the Dark King hissed.

“Saar shall destroy you.” Haas returned.

With an unearthly shriek, the Dark King slashed at Haas, almost faster than the eye could see. As fast as the Dark King was, Haas was faster. Haas sidestepped and gave the Dark King a gash on the shoulder. “That will give you something to think about.” Haas spat.

The two exchanged furious blows of black steel and white blade. The Dark King may have been stronger and more skillful, but Haas was quicker. He seemed to be everywhere at once, always on the defensive unless the Dark King made a mistake. Then, Haas would strike a blow.

Jarz stood on the edge of the heated battle, watching. Something told him that it was between Haas and the Dark King alone.

All of a sudden, Haas finally made a mistake, and the Dark King leaped forward to deliver a strike. Haas twisted, but the blade gashed his cheek. The Dark King was carried forward by his momentum, and Haas saw his chance. He slashed swiftly at the Dark King's back.

A howl came from the Dark King as the blade struck, and he suddenly dissolved like water and disappeared.

"That," Haas said, panting, "was for Saar."

Haas was breathing heavily, holding a hand to his slashed cheek. Taking his shirt, he ripped a strip off of it and made a crude bandage.

“That'll leave a handsome scar.” he said, wincing.

Jarz rolled his eyes. “Come, let's get out of here. Did you kill it?”

Haas shook his head. “No, but the Dark King has lost his strength and will hide somewhere and recuperate. He will not bother anyone for a long time.”

Jarz wanted to ask more questions, but he knew that if he asked, Haas would find away to avoid it in a way that Jarz couldn't press him for more.

The two made their way to the woods, and didn't encounter any soldiers. The camp was deserted.

As Jarz walked, he realized, startled, that the light was dimming, and he could hear crickets chirping in the underbrush. The battle had taken longer than he had thought.

When they made it into the woods, the villagers appeared from nowhere and began asking what had happened. Szifa was among them; he had been with the archers most of the time.

Jarz let Haas tell the tale, too tired to do anything but walk.

When they finally made it to the village, Haas, Jarz, and Szila plead weariness and retired to bed after taking a bath and a change of clothes.


Thursday, May 13, 2010

Part Six of The Dark King

Remember to point out any mistakes!

Now, where was I? Ah, yes, the 'plan'...



The Dark King
Part Six

By Jake


Jarz was inspecting the enemy camp in the early dawn twilight. It had been found only an hour earlier, and there was estimated to be only twenty men left after the fight the previous night. Even with the reduced troops, they still outnumbered the village men one to two.

In the middle of the camp was a strange, bizzare, obsidian rock cave with a twisted wooden structure around the outside. Jarz assumed that the cave was the Servant's dwelling, while Haas was being held in the surrounding structure.

Jarz gave a low whistle that could pass for a bird call, a signal telling the hidden villagers to attack with their bows from their perches in the surrounding trees. The plan was to distract the camp while Jarz made his way through the camp. He was wearing enemy armor, taken from the fallen enemy from last night's battle, as to not cause suspicion.

The musical twang of bows began on the other side of the camp, and cries of alarm came from the tents.

Jarz stealthily crept down the slope and into the enemy camp. He had almost made it to the black rock when another soldier spotted him. “Heah, git ye'self down ta th' fightin'. Nah a tim' ta be a coward, soldier.” The soldier squinted at Jarz. “I ain't remem'er seein' ye bafor, soldier, ware'd ye com'-”

Jarz drew his sword and smacked him hard on the side of the head with the pommel. “Sorry,” he muttered, feeling slightly guilty. “I didn't want to do that."

Jarz made it to the wooden structure with no other delays, and ran up the rickety stairs. On one side, he spotted Haas, gagged and bound. He was facing away from Jarz.

Jarz ran up and cut Haas's bonds. “How-?” began Haas as he was freed. Jarz put a finger to his lips and mouthed, “Later.”

Haas and Jarz ran down the stairs and into the camp, just as Jarz spotted the troops coming back. “Back, back!” he hissed urgently.

The two retraced their steps, but the troops were coming up to the rock. In desperation, Jarz whispered, “Into the cave!”

Haas disappeared into the cave mouth, and Jarz followed him. The cave was small and dark, but provided enough cover from the troops as they marched by the cave mouth.

“Now,” Jarz whispered, “we stay here until they're gone and hope no one finds us.”

A hideous laugh echoed through the cave. “I'm afraid it's too late for that.”

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

New Page!

Hey, everybody! I just wanted to pop in again today to announce that I made a new page.

Since I have a growing amount of reviews (and a lot of other posts) I decided make a page with links to all of my reviews, so you won't be hassled by browsing the tags or posts. :D

What do you think about it?

The Dark King, Part Five

Yep, I need you... to give me feedback, or point out mistakes. :D

This is one part I actually decided to edit, as this is probably the worst written part in my short story. So that means it deserves your scrutiny. Look over it. Evaluate it. Or just ignore this part of the intro and read the story. :D


The Dark King
Part Five

By Jake


Roughly an hour after the attack, all of the villagers crowded into Haas's house. Kadif had taken temporary charge, and told the villagers what had happened while the others were fighting on the other side of the village.

The villagers were now debating on whether or not to rescue Haas. Most wanted to, but a few were worried about the gray being, including the village storyteller, who said it was a Servant of the Evil One. Jarz had no idea what that was supposed to mean, but it apparently worried the villagers. The storyteller also seemed to hint that Haas was the only one who had any idea of how to defeat the thing.

"I th'nk w' shud ignore th' man altogeth'r," suggested one of the newer villagers, as the argument gained momentum.

He was immediately met with a chorus of indignant protests at his suggestion.

"Why 'n th' name o' dead Sadaar** shud w' agree t' that?" another man asked hotly.

As arguments went back and forth like the rolling of the tides, Jarz felt despair pushing him down. Haas had briefly given him hope that Szifa and Jarz would be able to get back to their own country, but now he was in the hands of the apparent enemy.

Szifa nudged Jarz, jolting him back to the 'debate'-- if it could be called that.

Among the discussion about the rescue, there was the question of why the people had attacked in the first place. The most obvious answer to the villagers would have been that the attackers were tribes that wanted revenge on their stolen homelands***. But there had been no tribes in the area when it was settled, so that answer could be scratched from the list.

Jarz had sudden, chilling thought. He shouted urgently, “Everyone quiet, please!”

The room was silenced at the tone in Jarz's voice, startling even Szifa.

Jarz took a deep breath and continued, “Isn't it possible that the people attacked the town to distract Haas and capture him?”

There wasn't a movement in the still room. Quietly, each person in the small living room affirmed that it could be a possiblity. An idea began to form in Jarz's mind as he silently searched his memory for some hint at what to do.

“And what do you plan to do about it?” a voice called from somewhere in the room, as if on cue.

This was what Jarz was waiting for. “Listen up.” he said. “This is what we will do....”


NOTES:

**The Sadaar were a people that were driven out of the country that Haas and the other villagers lived in [the name being secret from you readers for a number of reasons]. Not one of the native tribes (see next note). They were believed to have strange powers. The last of the Sadaar was killed by a king some time before this story takes place.

***The country where Haas and the other villagers lived in had begun many years before this story takes place, as a colony of coastal towns. As they gained power, they pushed the native inhabitants farther back into the wilds. Eventually, most of the tribes had been defeated and/or driven far, far back into their lands. At the time of the story, it had been uncommon, but not unknown, for some avenging tribes to strike out at frontier towns like the one that Haas lived in.


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Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Part 4 of The Dark King

That's right; point out any mistakes you may find... This is getting predictable. :D This part is a little shorter than the others, but it ends on (you guessed it!) a cliffhanger. :D

I appreciate any criticism... Er, maybe I should rephrase that... :D


The Dark King
Part Four

By Jake


A bloodcurdling yell split the night air.

Jarz sat up, body tense. He heard shouts and footsteps outside, and an unnaturally chilling breeze swept through the house.

Haas opened Jarz's door and hissed urgently, “Someone's attacking the town. Get outside!”

Jarz followed Haas and was met by Szifa, who nodded his head in a terse greeting.

The village was a turmoil of moving bodies. From the other side of the town came war cries and shouting, and women and children were being escorted out of the town on Jarz's side, away from the fighting.

Jarz found that a sword had been thrust into his hands, and he drew it, hoping he wouldn't have to use it. Beside him, Haas and Szifa did the same.

The cries suddenly stopped. A man emerged from the other side and yelled, “They've fled.”

Jarz heard Haas breathe a sigh of relief. Jarz gave Haas the sword he had been given, and started forward to the battle scene. A question formed in his mind, and Jarz turned.

He froze when he saw five shadowy, sinister shapes behind Haas. The middle one seemed to flicker and wave like a gray candleflame, and Jarz felt a stab of fear and panic. He felt an overwhelming urge to run and hide, to get as far away as possible from this foul being.

One of the men beside the gray being raisied a fire-blackened club. As Jarz watched in frozed horror, the man struck the club downward, and Haas fell to the ground limply, without a sound.

Jarz shook of his fear and gave a cry of alarm to warn the other people. At the sound, the figures picked up the unconsious Haas and fled.

Kadif appeared beside Jarz. “Where'd be Haas?” he asked, a worried tone in his voice.

Jarz felt sick. “They've... they've taken him.”