“Please take me back! Please! I need to stay here! Please, pleasepleasepleaseplease!!!!!!!”
“I’m sorry, but you’re asking for the impossible. Now let go of my leg!”
The desperate Asian boy calmly let go of the administrator’s leg, and took a deep breath. “Look, I can’t believe you’re going to terminate my place here just because of one little fiasco!”
“You broke several rules of the TOS. In result of the severity of your infraction, your validation will be immediately liquefied indefinitely.”
He shook his head in confusion. “What?”
The administrator said loud and clear for all to hear; “WE ARE GIVING YOU THE BOOT!!!!”
Several authors looked up from their desks, wondering what was making so much noise.
He begged. “No! Please, all of my friends are here, and they don’t want me to go! You couldn’t possibly give me the boot and hurt their feelings as well, can’t you?”
Seconds later,
He was thrown from the building’s back door, folders and papers landing a strewn in the heavy rain.
He rubbed his rear painfully. “Getting booted hurts.”
Standing himself up, he collected his papers and his composure, and looked around. Well, there was nothing left to do other than
“Find a new writing space.” he said to himself.
What? You didn’t think he would give up THAT easily, did you?
He walked out of the alley, and saw another building adjacent to the one he was thrown from. It had bright red neon letters that highlighted the title ‘Fiction Press’.
He looked back to the blue building with the neon sign ‘Fan Fiction’ and said “Sorry Fan Fiction, but I guess you won’t accept me. I gotta have someplace to write, and besides that, I’m getting wet!” And with that, he ran into the foreboding red building.
The door opened, and closed just as suddenly as he burst through them, alerting several authors from their desks.
A tall, bulky man came to meet him, and shook his hand vigorously. “I am the administrator here, and I welcome you to Fiction Press! It is very nice to meet you!”
“N-n-ni-i-ice to meet you too, woah woah woah!” he said as he pulled his arm away. “Ow, I know something fell apart in there.”
“This site is for young explorers who want to write what’s on their mind with complete disregard to actual facts.” said the Administrator joyously.
He glowed with a new hope. “Wow, kinda like the media! I like it already!”
“Good! Let me show you around! Oh, first, I must give you this packet.”
He received a large white packet from the administrator, seemingly out of nowhere. He started to read:
FictionPress Terms of Service
1. Acceptance of Terms
“Wait a minute!” he stopped reading. “This looks like the one from Fan Fiction!”
The Administrator turned to him, and said “Yes, we do have similar T.O.S.’s. Is this a problem?”
He quickly replied “No, no way.”
“But it’s the way you said that-
“No.”
“But-
“Nothing.”
“But-
“Nothing.”
The Administrator shrugged, and said “Now, here is your space.” And he motioned to a desk with a lamp and wooden paneling.
“Ooohhh! Mahogany.” he marveled.
“Now your initial verification is accepted and your entries can be made available to be addressed to the public without any interference.”
He shook his head. “What?”
“It means you’re in, kid.”
“Oh. Cool.”
The Administrator said “Now, there is only one more thing to do.” And he slapped a sticker onto his back.
“What is it?” he asked as he tried frantically to read the sticker on his back.
“It’s your Id number.”
“Really?”
“Yes, number 425971 to be exact.”
“That’s all I get?”
“That’s all you get.”
“Well, that’s cool, now I have some really cool ideas. Check this out, I have this one demon-
The Administrator held up his hands saying “Woah, woah, woah! Hold on there jumpy, you still need a penname.”
He thought for a moment, and said “Well, there really is only one name I can think of.”
“Good.” said the Administrator, “Just write it on the board in front of your cubicle, and start writing.”
As the Administrator left, the new author picked up the black marker, walked up to the small white board, and said to himself “Look out everyone, I may not be able to write fan fiction anymore, but that’s not going to stop me from writing stories that truly expand the mind. Peace Writer is reborn.”
Welcome to my cubicle. I'm really busy at the moment, so if you could please leave your name at the door, that would be... wait a minute, sorry. I gotta remember where I am now...
It's really nice here. I just started to get used to it. I decorated it with lots of stuff, so I hope you enjoy. Just, don't touch the fountain pen, I'm very much attracted to it. (even though I never use it.)
Name: Classified
Alias: Peace Writer
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height: 5’ 10”
Weight: 122
Eye Color: Dark brown
Hair: Medium-long Black
Nationality: Japanese/Chinese
Stories: In order of publication;
Title (status)
Omni Mage (planning to continue it, after I redo some/all of it)
Final Thought (remaking as we speak)
Misfortune dot com (dead. I'm sorry Usagi, but the storyline is too predictable and is not long enough)
Jack Shelley and the Twelve Triggers (will remake it after I remake Final Thought)
A Case of Psychopathic Murder (hanging by a thread. I may continue it later, but I still need to figure out the storyline)
On the Line (active)
Activities: Writing, singing, video games
Likes: the above activities, music (anime or Final Fantasy is preferred), math, volleyball, sports (from the spectator sideline anyway...), dodgeball, having fun!
Dislikes: People who think they're cool just because they think everyone is lower than them, school (who doesn't?), homework (ditto,), commercials that interrupt a show, pointless commercials that interrupt a show, violence (real violence: I don't mind violent movies...), heights, being put down... repeatedly
Group Affiliations: Cerulean Knights
Favorite subject to write about: Manga, Action
Quotes:
"You know, the human race has only lived, like, a sliver of time on this earth compared to the rest of the species, but we're the ones that screwed up the planet more than any of them." - my brother
"It is our choices, far more than our abilities that makes us who we are." - Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter
"You've already made your choice, now you have to understand why you made it." - the Oracle, The Matrix
"Our forefathers founded America because they were kicked out of every other decent country." - Bill Murray, Stripes
Philosophies (some of them irrelevant, others you could learn something from):
Why are children constantly being accused of lying when it is the adults that lie all the time? After all, only fools and children speak the truth.
I'd rather have one really great story than 1000 bad ones.
What goes around comes around, so if you're not careful, it can bite you in the butt.
Everything must have a purpose: a reason for existing.
There are no guarantees in life.
I may believe people steal, but I don't believe in stealing
Violence leads to self consumption of the thing you're fighting for, the ones you're affecting, and more importantly, yourself.
People who tell you to quit while you're ahead have never been in a race before.
Conspiracies exist,
Plots exist,
Consequences exist,
Coincidences DO NOT exist.
When finding a story, you can have a cliched storyline, or a great storyline. It's like walking down the street; you can either walk down the right side, or the left side. But what about writing something no one has ever seen before: walking in the middle of the road? It may be dangerous, but sooner or later, someone has to notice...
My Favorite Poem: The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Caroll
The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"
"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."
The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?
"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"
"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.
Peace Writer's SP word guide:
Because I see these words misspelled so often, here are a list of words that I absolutely hate spelling. They will be listed by the correct spelling, and not only includes words that I misspell often, but words others may misspell time and time again. Every time I feel I've seen a certain word misspelled frequently, it will be added to the list.
restaurant
definitely
necessary
exercise
watch
which
witch
weird
schedule
lose (as opposed to 'loose')
surprised
especially
professionally
successfully
consistently
particularly
labeled
conveniently
Thanks to all those who review for my stories. You guys are the ones who drive me to write!
Oh, and because Fictionpress will be after my friends if I don't declare this... (believe me, I know. You tricky administrators!)
I, Peace Writer, hereby give any member of the Cerulean Knights permission to use any one of my characters, places, or things for whatever reason. (to make fun of them is only accepted under my supervision.)
Ok, that's all. I must get back to writing now.
Peace out!
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