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Untitled Book

by gabemay


The following is a piece of writing submitted by gabemay on March 6, 2010
"this is a book I have begun to write, yet I'm not sure I'm up to posting the chapters continuoly on this site; unless of course you guys want me too, I'm looking open to critizism, contractive and postive. :)"

My Untitled Book: chapter one...

All was quiet in the still and serene canopy as night claimed itself in the grand awe-inspiring forest of Arien. The soft breeze moved the graceful, tall trees to a single dance, softly moving its unpredictable force thorough the rippling leaves, creating an enchanting sway of leaves and branches. The exotic wildlife that ruled the night began creep itself out of sleep; the power of the nocturnal animals presented itself with the first small paced rhythm of the croaking frogs and the thundering multitude of bats fleeing the caves, the rhythm soon quickening to inevitable crescendo of the mosquitoes, their buzz quickly dominating the screeching of the bats and the hoot hoot of the owls, interrupting the rustling of the swishing leaves the wind made and the croaking song of the frogs, and the small, still un-orchestrated melody of the sleeping crickets.



To the "Ariens", the dominating, and fast growing population of rebels from various countries who came to settle in the promising tranquility of the Arien Forest, the night sound of the forest was an essential means to falling asleep. To them, the noise was a beautiful lullaby that eased them to their dreams, and if they were to travel outside the Arien Forest, they would be disturbed by silence, and plead for the omniscient sound of the frogs and crickets, of the bats and owls, of the mosquitoes and other nocturnal sounds which echoed through the Arien Forest.



Too bad for Efrain, who couldn't let the mesmerizing melody of the night's wildlife put him too sleep. All he could do is content him-self with listening to distinctive sound of nature that had long before been engraved in his sub-consciousness. He was admiring the scenery of the canopy, for it was a full moon, and he could visibly make out the coating of leaves that hid the endless villages of the Arien people. The moonlight illuminated the night sky, and Efrain began to enjoy his job as a night guard as he saw the random night bird or tree frog erupt itself through the cage of the top, top trees, jumping into the vulnerability of the groundless sky, down to a level of the canopy. Safe from the mosquitoes in the towering height of the endless canopy, and the poisonous amphibians due to the potion his herbalist sister always prepared from him, Efrain still had worries. Such as the arrow that pierced right through his chest, quickly forming an uncontrollable circle of blood in his green uniform.



Panic flooded Efrain's emotions. Fear began to partake itself rapidly in his mental chaotic frenzy that was diluting his intensive training which had prepared him for this moment. It was the pain that brought him to his senses.



Ducking simultaneously to the sound of whizzing arrows headed directly towards him, Efrain was soon able to control the panic that had momentarily claimed him. His endless years of training saved his life that night, as he compulsively blew three sharp whistles through the secret tubes that were known only to the Guards. Within seconds, his three hidden assailants, and would-be-assassins appeared, Efrian had not his sword



He didn't need it.



He instantly went into quick, swift, fluid motions, fiercely attacking his highly dangerous assailants.



They had black masks on, almost as black as their unemotional eyes. Swathed in black robes, no skin was shown. Efrain had only their eyes to see; Efrain was on a plank, which was dangerously giving in to the wind, creaking as the three mysterious figures retreated, creeping around Efrian; looking for a weak spot in his defense.



They had underestimated the Ariens.



But the by the time that Efrain had been hurried into his sister's cramped guest room, and been over dosed with herbal painkillers and had the arrow removed, with his blood flow reduced to small trickle, two of the assassins had been slain. The third, though badly injured, vanished. The guards had responded quickly to Efrain's alarm, suddenly swarming the canopies, relentlessly pursuing the three, fleeing figures, so unwelcome and ignorant of the Arien Forest.

Rumors swept like wildfire through the village. Each spark of speculation started another wave of fire, mixture of gossip and lies circulated through the Forest. Messengers had raised the alarm; a potential assassin was on the loose, headed to wherever he came from.



Meanwhile, the elders were meeting in the Circular Clearing, the meeting place for the elders, when secrecy was essential. Troy, the leader of the Ariens, was facing the other eight elders. Jonah, Micah, and Linda, Troy's advisors, were stationed at the three entrances, ready for another surprise attack. Logan, the commander of the Guards, and Elmer, the Commander of the Rangers, were also present. Then there were the five other leaders of the Ariens, all obedient to Troy. Blaine, the leader of the Western part of the forest, Daniel, the leader of the Southern part of the forest, Ashley, leader of the Northern Forest, Greckel, leader of the Western forest that was mostly swamp, and Lily, leader of those on the outskirts of the Arien forest were all there. There was an unusual aura present; usually the elders had their servants to tend to them, yet there were no servants allowed in the Circular Clearing.



Even the forest was quiet, but not that beautiful, peaceful quiet, that surrounds the forest in utter awe as the jungle forest animals give way to the night rulers, and a hanging tension is in the air, as if the bats and the owls and the mosquitoes and the crickets all were in a tense mood, waiting...waiting...waiting for Troy to burst and for the forest to scatter with his mood. For Troy was a Treecaller. Only Earthlings lived in the Arien Forest, Earthlings being humans who had control over the earth element. Some have called it earth magic, others have called them earth mages, yet in their world they were best known as Earthlings. In the Arien Forest abided Aria, the last free city where all races lived and the most secret, its location constantly shifted for Treecallers constantly moved the forest to conceal their location. It was here in this city, in the very heart of it where the Circular Clearing was.


The following is a piece of writing submitted by gabemay on March 24, 2010
"This is my first draft, not set n' stone, it also has quite a few errors"

My Untitled: Book: chapter one con't

Even the forest was quiet, but not that beautiful, peaceful quiet, that surrounds the forest in utter awe as the jungle forest animals give way to the night rulers, no, there was a hanging tension in the air, as if the bats and the owls and the mosquitoes and the crickets and every other creature that normally would have already awaken to rule the night were all suspended in fearful expectation. They were waiting...waiting...waiting...for the worst to pass.

It was Troy's doing of course.

It never was able to be fully explained, but it seemed that nature itself moved with Troy's emotions. When he was mad, the animals became quite...a quietness so dense and unnatural that you would get the chills just listening to the nothingness in the air. Yet when he was happy, oh man...what that a treat. The animals would get loud and overwhelming sounds would whoop through Arien. The animals would together seem to sing in their buzzing and tweeting and hooting and growling and roaring and clicking...clickty clackity raaaawrrr bzzzzzbzzzbzzzzzzzzz....and all would merge to make an even more enchanting melody than that of the night creatures.

And of course right now, they were quiet. Troy was mad. No, not mad. Mad was a nice way of putting it. Troy was furious. He was enraged. He fuming in paroxysms of rage so immense that the other council members just stood by in fear.

At least, that was theory. Nobody even guessed that Troy might be a animals just got scared and left when there was a very loud person who ignored the principles of stealth. But nevertheless, the silence still irked the atmosphere, the theory was nutured by the elders' imagination, and suddenly a feeling crawled into each of the elders present: fear.

"Three attacks this week. Three attacks! Since when have we allowed three attacks to slip by? To vanish! To sneak past Lily, and the Guards, to have never been seen by the Rangers! That is unacceptable!" Troy's voice startled everyone. Usually, Troy was kind hearted, with a sweet, gentle spirit. But there were some things Troy did not tolerate, and that was mediocrity.

"What do you have to say for yourselves?" Troy's eyes were vicious, with disbelief and disgust in his every feature.

Silence. A bitter, still silence. Nobles were used to getting angry at others, not having others getting angry at them, that is, in front of their faces.

Finally, Lily broke the silence. "Somebody has been betraying us."

Again, silence. This time the silence was tense, with a hint of horror and rising suspicion meddling in everyone's minds.

"Well I guess we are going to have to bring out Laura."



Efrain finally got up five days after the incident in the canopy. Dazed and nauseous, he painfully made his way to the kitchen. Plants were everywhere, animals in cages, books open, papers strewn all over the ground, candles alit, and his sister gone. He was where his sister Laura lived which was spack dab in the middle of foresty nowhere it seemed. And three miles from the nearest village, without a mount, Efrain had nowhere to really go.

"There's some berries on the table, and your clean clothes are outside; you might want to get them, there's a storm coming," Efrain stopped dead in his tracks, nobody other than him, his sister, and his two cousins had ever stepped foot in his sister's hut.

As Efrain instinctivley turned around to the voice, he felt a pang of stinging pain in his eyes. His vision was blurred. Blurred by tears. His eyes were in pain. So much pain! He began to cough violently and his whole body began to convulse in shakes. Through his teary eyes which he opened for several seconds he saw a tall, dark figure...yet the searing pain forced him to shit his eyes closed again. Nevertheless, two seconds were all he needed to know that he had been poisoned by this stranger.

"Sit down boy, eat. You haven't eaten in five days. Everytime I tried feeding you, you would vomit it up. Now sit and see if your stomach has settled."

"I have been poisoned"

"Exactly right. That's why your sister is gone. She left you here after you had spent two days in her cabin. Your wound has not closed; a rather alarming symptom...hmm, maybe your eyes are just suffering from some sort of splinter that could have managed it's way in there...no...that would been both eyes have something in them..."

Efrain cut her off. After all, her mindless talk was disturbing him. Classic healer. They always murmur to themselves. "My! Eh....my eyes!!"

Her eyebrows arched up. "Look around you."

Then, realization dawned upon Efrain as he heard the distant screech of an eagle in the distance. "We...I...where...I'm...the Jagged Mountains?"

"Yes boy-"

"The name in Efrain! And I am not a boy, I am a man!" Efrain stuggled to his feet, determined to get away from the witch.

"I am not a witch."

"Liar! Any mad person would live in this place and be expected to not be called a witch!"

"Rumors are very powerful."

"So are lies!"

"Lies can also be rumors"

"Where is Laura?" Efrain sputtered. "Where is she! She did not take to this horrible place in the care a witch doctor, she knows better than that!"

"Your sister, is just a day's walk from here, collecting herbs and harvesting her Crimson Berries. She is my apprentice. I am no witch. I am no doctor. I am a herbalist. And I know much more of the craft of healing than any doctor there is! You want to leave? Go ahead! But don't come to me once your painkillers fade away. And this salve in my hands is your medicine! Now you either can leave and starve and die of pain, or stay and eat! And the berries!" Efrain stood dumfounded by this speech, and then was yanked from his daze and into reality when he heard her resounding words..."Oh, and get your clean your clothes like I said, the storm is coming."


The following is a piece of writing submitted by gabemay on November 9, 2011
"werwer"

Untitled Book part 3

He was outnumbered, three to one. The mysterious men in black circled around him. They knew he signaled backup, so they had to act quickly. Some how Efrain knew this in his heart because the assasains were no longer stealthy and methodic in their movements, however he saw them communicating with one another through sign language.

Interesting, thought Efrain. He could not keep his mind on them though. He had to lower the rope elevator to let the backup aid him. His hair rippled in the wind, and blinded him. He lost his bearings. The men attacked.

Screw it! He had to cut the rope that held the weight. The back up was just going to have to fight the wind and pull themselves up to the canopy.

"Efrain, you are going nowhere, drop your sword and the pain that is awaiting you just might be less."

"Hmph. I say we eat him."

"Silence! This boy is different! We take him to Vize alive. That was the agreement." snarled the leader of the trio. "Take the boy and make sure to treat him with the incense. We don;t want this one to thrash in the swamps like the others."

"Argh! Why must we always sacrifice the best meat! No fair!" but the man was not protesting, just mubling in complaint, he knew better than to go against the leader.

Efrain froze in shock. The voice of these men was so gruttal, so unhuman...

Then Efrain foze again. This time though, it was not in shock. It was not even in fear. He literally froze. He was paralyzed, but was still able to stand up and support his weight. He saw the hideous face of one of the men, the monster. It's eyes were completly black. He saw the things teeth and shudderd at the sharpness of them all. But wort of all was the smell. The thing reeked of death. It took all of Efrains will powere to supress his gag reflexes that demanded to vomit.

"Do as I say, and I just might change my mind about what I want for dinner tonight"

Oh boy thought Efrain. I get to be carried by mister cannibal freak. But before Efrain could think more of his captors that seemed to be humans but were just too unearthly to be considered so, his whole entire world was drowed in a helpless blackout.

And then, they vanished.


Chapter Two.

"Laura, you must understand, we had no idea about Efrain. We would have saved your brother if we could, but the elevator was never raised in time, and the wind was strong so by the time the Guards arrived at the canopy guard tower, they had gone. We believe he was kidnapped..."

"Kidnapped? Kidnapped! What in the hell are mercenaries doing kidnapping my little brother in the first place? We had a deal Troy. I work for you and you keep my brother safe. I never asked for you to train in him as an Arien soilder! I only asked that you make him a man! How dare you allow this! After all my years of service!".

"Laura. We know your secret."

"What?"

"Come on Laura. Do not play dumb on us. We know that Efrain is not your brother. He is your nephew. And you, you are an outlaw."









The following is a piece of writing submitted by gabemay on November 16, 2011

Chapter One

I was fifteen when it happened. It was one of those moments that everybody in the world can go back ten years from today and tell you exactly what they were doing the moment the Others arrived. It was the best and yet, at the same time, the worst day in my entire life. Nobody ever anticipate their arrival. In fact people were anticipating quite the opposite. That 31st day of January t in year 2099 people were spreading rumors of yet another date that would mark the end of the world. The birth of the 22nd century would finally bring the death of mother nature...the world would end, the Rapture would finally happen...but no. Nothing of the sort happened. Not that anybody believed the world would end. Scientists assured the public that Earth still had eons yet to enjoy.

Personally, looking back on that fateful day, I really wish with all of my heart that the world would have ended. Even if it was the Rapture that occurred, I would not mind, for I would have rather suffered through the weird tribulations that the prophets yelled and warned about then have lived to see the day that the Others came to us.

You see, many people mistake me for being a pessimist. They say I look at everything in such a twisted light. But the fact of the matter is, is that I am but a logistic individual. And I am far from a pessimist. Just tell your grandson to ask my friends and they'll assure him I am quite the social butterfly. It's just when everybody is determined to see the glass half full, I'm the one who tends to pint out that the milk that fills it half-way is rotten and is no longer edible. You see? That's called logic. Not pessimism. I prefer to face reality head on than mask it with pretty flowers and incense.

So yes, I really wish that the Others would have never came. Because while everybody thinks of their arrival as a blessing or a sign from the skies. I don't. I see it as a curse. A big, bad, cancerous, horrible curse that I wish could just go away and never ever come back. Because you see I know all about these "Others". Remember me telling you that the Arrival was the best yet worst day in my life? Well the best part exists only for one reason only. The only reason why I still cling to hope, that somehow we can still win. That is reason is because, well, I fell in love with one of them.

-Matei August 17, 2110

Chapter One

"Matt!"
Ugh! Thought Matt as he dragged himself out of his chair. Why does she always have to interrupt me in the middle of Virtual Madden!
""Matt! Come down here this-"
"I am coming mom!"
"Don't you dare give me that attitude of yours Matt! " retorted Matt's mother Lisa Harper.
"Take off those shoes! Your tracking mud all over the stairwell! Matt!
"Sorry mom, my hydraulics are off this morning. Besides I have a meet tonight remember?"
"Oh Matt." exclaimed Lisa with and exasperated sigh, "What am I going to do with you? Finish cleaning the kitchen. Hurry before your Aunt gets here! She and your cousins are coming over tonight..."
"What? Aunt Rose is coming over and you never said anything? Mom!"
"Matei Harper! I told you to clean the kitchen not back talk me! Now get to it!"

Lisa walked away from the kitchen and into her room. Her beautiful face was tired and worn out from stress. Years of raising children put a strain on her beauty. They even put on a couple pounds on her figure, not enough to announce her to being fat, but enough to say she needed a diet. Steaks of grey were already creeping in her deep brown hair color at the age of forty-one. Lisa looked in the mirror, and admired herself. Even through the wear and tear Lisa managed to dress up sharply. Her job demanded it. Lisa was a paralegal. She never got the scholarship to through with law school, so she contented her self with her busy alternative.

"Matt!" yelled Lisa across the house, "I am going to stay late tonight and then your father and I will be going out tonight. There's leftovers in the fridge for you and your sister"

"Mom! It's New Year's Eve!"

"And? You know this case I'm working on could be the case..."

"Mom every case is 'the case'"

"Hey, hey! Come on buddy, you know how hard I have worked for this. Besides, it's not like you were going to spend the night here anyways."

"What?"

"That girl Christine?"

"Oh God! No! Mom!"

Lisa laughed. "Oh, come one, she nice!"

Matt only looked at his mom with a half smile, half smirk on his face. "Your carzy mom. That girl has brought me nothing but rumors and God knows what else!"

"Oh Matei. Now what did I say about using God's name in vain in this house eh?"

"Sorry. Hey mom, can me and Edwin go buy fireworks?" He knew the question was ludicrous. Ever since the presumed wildfire that was ignited by a stray rocket launcher two years ago, there had been a ridicuolous protest on the use of fireworks without a liscence and without a body of water close by.

But just because the question was ludicrous did not make his mother any more or less different.

"Yes. But be careful. And make sure you don't get in trouble with the patrol men."

"Mom? Can I go now? I finished sweeping..."

"Ok go."

Just before matt was about to step out of the house, his mom stopped him once more, And Matt?"

"yes mom"

"Please. Don;t let me cover another case for your ass.


Once Matei's mom finally retired into her work life, away from the house, Matei turned off his Virtual Madden and immidiately called Edwin.

The following is a piece of writing submitted by gabemay on April 23, 2012

Untitled BOOK edidted 1

All was quiet in the the still serene canopy as night claimed itself in magnificent island of Arien. Some people called vegetation there a jungle, but the island was so big one could be mistaken to call it a forest. Whatever the case, there was a canopy so grand and big one could lose themselves for days in the maze of trees and wild life.

The soft breeze moved the graceful, tall trees to a single dance, softly moving its unpredictable force thorough the rippling leaves, creating an enchanting sway of leaves and branches. The exotic wildlife that ruled the night began creep itself out of sleep; the power of the nocturnal animals presented itself with the first small paced rhythm of the croaking frogs and the thundering multitude of bats fleeing the caves, the rhythm soon quickening to inevitable crescendo of the mosquitoes, their buzz quickly dominating the screeching of the bats and the hoot hoot of the owls, interrupting the rustling of the swishing leaves the wind made and the croaking song of the frogs, and the small, still un-orchestrated melody of the sleeping crickets.



To the "Ariens", the dominating, and fast growing population of rebels from various countries who came to settle in the promising tranquility of the Arien Forest, the night sound of the forest was an essential means to falling asleep. To them, the noise was a beautiful lullaby that eased them to their dreams, and if they were to travel outside the Arien Forest, they would be disturbed by silence, and plead for the omniscient sound of the frogs and crickets, of the bats and owls, of the mosquitoes and other nocturnal sounds which echoed through the Arien Forest.



Too bad for Efrain, who couldn't let the mesmerizing melody of the night's wildlife put him too sleep. All he could do is content him-self with listening to distinctive sound of nature that had long before been engraved in his sub-consciousness. He was admiring the scenery of the canopy, for it was a full moon, and he could visibly make out the coating of leaves that hid the endless villages of the Arien people. The moonlight illuminated the night sky, and Efrain began to enjoy his job as a night guard as he saw the random night bird or tree frog erupt itself through the cage of the top, top trees, jumping into the vulnerability of the groundless sky, down to a level of the canopy. Safe from the mosquitoes in the towering height of the endless canopy, and the poisonous amphibians due to the potion his herbalist sister always prepared from him, Efrain still had worries. Such as the arrow that pierced right through his chest, quickly forming an uncontrollable circle of blood in his green uniform.



Panic flooded Efrain's emotions. Fear began to partake itself rapidly in his mental chaotic frenzy that was diluting his intensive training which had prepared him for this moment. It was the pain that brought him to his senses.



Ducking simultaneously to the sound of whizzing arrows headed directly towards him, Efrain was soon able to control the panic that had momentarily claimed him. His endless years of training saved his life that night, as he compulsively blew three sharp whistles through the secret tubes that were known only to the Guards. Within seconds, his three hidden assailants, and would-be-assassins appeared, Efrian had not his sword



He didn't need it.



He instantly went into quick, swift, fluid motions, fiercely attacking his highly dangerous assailants.



They had black masks on, almost as black as their unemotional eyes. Swathed in black robes, no skin was shown. Efrain had only their eyes to see; Efrain was on a plank, which was dangerously giving in to the wind, creaking as the three mysterious figures retreated, creeping around Efrian; looking for a weak spot in his defense.



They had underestimated the Ariens.



But the by the time that Efrain had been hurried into his sister's cramped guest room, and been over dosed with herbal painkillers and had the arrow removed, with his blood flow reduced to small trickle, two of the assassins had been slain. The third, though badly injured, vanished. The guards had responded quickly to Efrain's alarm, suddenly swarming the canopies, relentlessly pursuing the three, fleeing figures, so unwelcome and ignorant of the Arien Forest.

Rumors swept like wildfire through the village. Each spark of speculation started another wave of fire, mixture of gossip and lies circulated through the Forest. Messengers had raised the alarm; a potential assassin was on the loose, headed to wherever he came from.



Meanwhile, the elders were meeting in the Circular Clearing, the meeting place for the elders, when secrecy was essential. Troy, the leader of the Ariens, was facing the other eight elders. Jonah, Micah, and Linda, Troy's advisors, were stationed at the three entrances, ready for another surprise attack. Logan, the commander of the Guards, and Elmer, the Commander of the Rangers, were also present. Then there were the five other leaders of the Ariens, all obedient to Troy. Blaine, the leader of the Western part of the forest, Daniel, the leader of the Southern part of the forest, Ashley, leader of the Northern Forest, Greckel, leader of the Western forest that was mostly swamp, and Lily, leader of those on the outskirts of the Arien forest were all there. There was an unusual aura present; usually the elders had their servants to tend to them, yet there were no servants allowed in the Circular Clearing.



Even the forest was quiet, but not that beautiful, peaceful quiet, that surrounds the forest in utter awe as the jungle forest animals give way to the night rulers, and a hanging tension is in the air, as if the bats and the owls and the mosquitoes and the crickets and (to be continued)

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