Memories - Chapter 4

Okay, I understood you don't like this story or are too lazy to even read. Anyway, I want to finish it. And I will.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a shadow illuminated by the sun.
“Serena?”
“I’m Rienna…” she said with a sad voice and walk away avoiding the topic.
At first, I couldn’t recall what had happened in the last hours, or how many other I had been sleeping, but my bruised body reminded me of the tough morning. As a habit, my eyes cried again, not alerting at first.

Brad's Adventures and Misadventures - Chapter 4

This is not a dream. It's a new chapter of Brad's Adventures. Read and comment. But don't overdose the comments.

Brad examined the man.
“I remember you. You’re that one from the class.”
“Yes, I’m the man that visited your class.” Said the man. “My name is Robert. I’m here to talk to you.”
“You mean, to kill me?” Brad interrupted him.
“No way, kid. That was a test to see your skills.” He stopped talking. “To see if you are good to the organization…”
“Organization? What organization?”
“You see.” The man starts walking. “Follow me…”

George was lying in his bed. He was resting from a hard day of doing nothing. Then, he removes a little calendar and a phone from under his bed.
“Today’s the day. I better call him.”
He marks a number very quickly and he places the phone to his ear.
“Hum… Hello?”
“Hello, junior. What’s the problem?” A voice appears on the other side.
“Have you already recruited them?”
“One is almost ready. The other is still out.”
“Okay. I’ll be going to the base to see them.”
“Roger that, number 6.”

“Where are you taking me?” Brad asked Robert.
“Before you know, I must go get someone else.”
“Who is it?”
“Do you know this boy here?”
Robert hands Brad a picture of a small boy. The boy had dark short hair and blue clothes.
“I never saw in my life” Brads says.
“He has many skills. He already made that test and I think that he may be the biggest soldier of the JSO ever.”
“JSO? What’s that?”
“I’ll tell you when we arrive.”

A boy was playing in the garden with plastic soldiers.
Robert, appearing behind the woods, turned to the boy and said:
“That can be your future job.”
The kid stared at him with a angry look. Brad could now see that the boy’s eyes were light blue.
“You again?” He said.
“The world is full of surprises, isn’t it?” Said Robert.

James went to his home. He grabbed his mobile phone and pressed Brad’s number.
The phone rang. Twice. Then a thin voice answered the phone.
“Hello?” Said the voice.
“Hi, little one. Is Brad home?”
“No.”
“Oh… I’ll phone later.” James started to worry. “By the way, which of Brad’s brothers are you?”
“I’m Nick.”
“Oh... okay. Thanks for the information. Bye.”
“See you on the camping trip.”
The phone turned off.
“Oh, yeah. I almost forgot it.” James sat on a chair. "The camp trip."

Memories - Chapter 3

This is an experience people. I have now a special blog to post Memories's chapters but I'll post the updates here and you'll still have the bar to link to the posts in the other blog.

This story is amazingly interesting and short so I don't see why you can not read it. Comment please. :)

Next morning was suspiciously quiet. I slowly opened my eyes, which were willing to shut again, but the background noises woke up my inner senses. I sat in the short bed still yawning and with the normal watery shine in my eyes. However, I actually woke up when I heard a woman’s voice struggling. It was her. (continues...)

The Haunted Tower - Chapter 9

Yes, I've finally updated the only story I'm writing here, which is now having 9 full chapters!
This one took some time to write, maybe because it was a bit boring, even for me. So, don't expect a full-of-action chapter (this might even be the worst of the entire story...).
So, you may cry, yell and scream: I'm back with another chapter, and I promisse you won't have much more (got it?)!


Chapter 9:
Broken


Eyodar stumbled on something and almost felt to the ground. He kicked it. Dawm stupid skeleton! He was walking in that stupid tower for a very long time and, since he got in the dangerous zone, after fighting with Ikkam, the guardian, he had already found a lot of human corpses, most of them reduced to bones.
The first skeleton he saw, after what it looked like an hour walking in that floor, was a big surprise. Eyodar was in pure horror watching a corpse in the tower, which meant there were lethal weapons and traps arround there. The skeleton wore a basic armor, but it was very rusty and even destructed, in some parts. There was no sign of swords or other weapons the dead soldier could have carried.
But the corpses along the way turned to be a natural thing. That cursed tower had already taken too much lives. He had to stop it.
He continued his way, now a bit more dirty, because of the dust of the skeleton. Then, something caught his eye: an enourmous room, with something strange in one of the walls... He aproached the room, and confirmed what he was thinking of: it was the hall of the stairs to the next floor.
So, finally found the fifth floor, he thought, smiling.
He had to be careful, though. The stairs had been the most tricky obstacles he found so far. Testing each step before moving the weight of his body to his front foot, he began to climb the stairs to ne next floor. The fifth.
There were three fake steps and a hidden spear ready to kill anybody who didn't see it. Not bad, but the last staircase had been much worse. This one didn't even have corpses!
Left or right? he thought, when he reached the next floor. Well... I've got to follow the right way!
He turned right and carefully got in the first room. It was a pretty small one, but had an access to a corridor, which would simplify his exploration task a lot.
In the end of the corridor, there was an enormous door, that Eyodar opened, just to see an empty bedroom. It was kind of strange: if that tower had rooms, they should have served for something, even if now they were just a labyrinth in an haunted tower. But Eyodar didn't remember other specific rooms like that one, where he could see obviously it had once been a place people used to sleep in that tower.
He decided to investigate that particular room.
The first thing Eyodar understood was that this particular room had something strange with it. Something... maybe magic, or maybe not. But it sure wasn't an ordinary room! His feelings of weirdness increased as he continued to explore every corner of that room. It wasn't something inside the room. It was the room itself.
He turned back, and suddenly got sick: he was now staring at Worroc, the ghost he was chasing.
For a moment, it looked like the entire world froze and Eyodar stared at Worroc for ages. But then, the ghost smiled and talked.
"So, guess you've gone this far", he said, sarcastic. Eyodar was still in shock. "What now? Are you going to defeat me or what?"
It was as if Eyodar woke up and saw his enemy for the first time. He looked carefully at the ghost, drew his dagger and prepared for the battle.
Let's see if this magic weapon is as good as that creepy grandma told me, he thought, before striking.
Worroc didn't move. Didn't even try to dodge the attack. It wasn't necessary: as the magical dagger touched him, it broke in a hundred pieces.
Eyodar felt a sudden chill and panicked. The dagger... was... broken!
Worroc laughed very loud and got out of the room. Eyodar was now completely static, with no idea of what to do next. The dagger helped him in nothing, and his enemy was moving out of sight.
How is this possible? How am I going to defeat him?

Fifteen Journey - Chapter 39

AN: Fifteen Journey is back!!! I must conclude this battle and we shall meet some other characters later. Stick here and comment/review.
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Fred opened his eyes expecting to see what he had looking for in front of him but he just spotted buttons.
From inside the machine, he could see he had been placed in a nest, almost in the top of a mountain. Mike and Horous were there too, loudly sleeping. His body was also demanding for rest and fresh air, so Fred pressed the exit button and the machine opened itself in its front. After doing some work-ups, Fred headed to the edge of the nest to check the view to the forest. Instead of the characteristic beautiful views of Horiond, he saw a devastated landscape: a huge creature destroying the forest where he had been some hours before. Only in that place, Freed was able to recall last day’s events.
He didn’t have much time to check who was laying in the destroyed landscape as the nest seemed to be moving backwards. Fred’s weight was creating instability, since he was lying on a side causing them to fall directly to the cliff.
“Hands Program, #2, activate!” Fred shouted with worry in his voice.
When they were on the cliff, Fred’s robot corresponded to the owner’s command: lightening itself, it let its arms grow and it managed to grab the cliff’s walls. Fred grabbed one of the robot’s arms, similar with a rope and Mike and Horous had peacefully landed on the robot’s main body.
Once joined with the two sleepy heads, Fred wondered. They hadn’t many chances now: they could climb but that could be difficult since Fred wasn’t that athletic without the robot’s help, who would be aiding Mike.
“Are you okay, guys?” a voice coming from the skies echoed in the entire cliff.
“Yes,” Fred spoke as loudly as he could “What is happening in there?”
No need to answer after the creature passed by them.
“A dragon…” Fred whispered.
Not a normal dragon. This dragon’s moves were out of control. He was still trying to recover its sight and without it, he was insecure and afraid. Rick shared the same feeling.
After checking if Mike and Fred were okay, Rick glanced one more time at the dragon. How could such a big creature be recontrolled? How could they solve this dilemma?
A Vince’s movement made Rick take a look at him. He seemed to have gained control of himself again, looking more confident at his Tourch art flying in the sunny sky.
After looking around probably to see Mike’s brilliant mind, Rick ran to Cassey and, grabbing tenderly her hands, looked directly to her face.
“You’ve had magical creatures’ classes to control the astral transmission… Please, tell me how to control this dragon…” he asked with a warming smile always in her face.
At first, she blushed immensely, but, eventually, let go her hands and placed them on her cheeks trying to chill them out.
“There is a way… but it is quite risky…” she answered looking at the ground.
The other girls were giggling with that conversation, especially Sarith, but Rick did not ignore them. Rick approached the younger girls with his typical smile.
“Can I borrow your weapons?” he asked pointing at the baton and the ribbon.
Ashley was rather surprised. What he could possibly do with two amateur weapons?
“Sure, Number Seven!” Sarith said cheerfully and handed it over to him. “Just don’t make any scratches on it, okay?”
He smiled at Sarith. She could even bring energy in a non-that-happy situation. Rick then turned to Ashley with Sarith smiling behind him.
She was reluctant to give it to Rick, due to the affection she had towards the baton, but many people’s lives were depending on her action… including his.
“Ahem, Rick… Save him, okay?” she let her face dive to watch the grass dancing with that slight breeze. Obviously, she was blushing.
Rick raised his thumb up catching her attention and making her to raise her head. Yes, she was cute… when she smiled.
Finally, Rick headed to the place where Vince and Cassey were staring at the sky. She looked beautiful: she had the slight blush in her cheeks but the sun light was illuminating her blond her, offering a celestial appearance.
‘This is no time to think about this…’
Rick turned to Vince then. He was looking at the sky, his so called home and the place where his best friend was lost. His figure was melancholic; Rick could feel the pain emaning from his pose. His dark sin contrasted with Cassey’s blond hair, but they matched perfectly in the landscape. So would say a couple…
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
Rick’s surprise eventually became a smile. “You are heavier than me, anyway.” However, Rick’s joke didn’t affect Vince the way the sword user wanted. He just wouldn’t stop staring at the sky, wishing his dragon to see him.
Finally, Vince grabbed the baton Rick had placed in the ground. Vince studied it. He had seen Sarith using it, but it was quite a elegant baton: not heavy but strong at the same time. Rick seemed confident: he didn’t need to study the ribbon. The baton was placed vertically to the cliff and Rick was already standing at the top of the baton.
“Let’s do this…” he whispered.
Without expecting, Rick was quickly lifted up by Vince’s strength applied at the bottom of the baton. To avoid falling, Rick grabbed the baton with his hands and freed himself at the highest point. He was flying? What was this amazing sensation?
However, he knew he couldn’t waste time with his futile feelings. As fast as he could, he freed the ribbon and easily grabbed one of the paws of the dragon. The creature felt his presence and started moving, so that Rick would fall, but the ribbon was quite strong. The dragon tried to free itself which made things easier for Rick who profited the balance to jump to the dragon’s back. However, it turned to be even more dangerous as the dragon had felt Rick’s warm skin in his cold body.
“Rick!”
The dragon was insecure and wanted to get rid of him. As soon as Rick took out Ashley’s ribbon of the dragon’s foot, he started a worrying movement balancing to the left and right, even backwards, to let his so-called enemy fall. And, at the next second, Rick had disappeared.

Next Chapter:
“Destiny is something you can’t escape from. This battle wasn’t a coincidence.” – Back to ground

Fifteen Journey's second season

Our blog is incredibly reaching the end of its first year of life!
During that year, we have created several stories and posted here for you to read and enjoy them. This was a very crucial year, because our project wasn't very famous and we had to appeal to the public outside the writers' group if we really wanted to see this hole thing grow up.
Some of us created a lot of different stories, others just didn't stop writing chapters of the ones they had, and others simply wrote their story whenever it was possible. The blog itself was improved, we even found a new writer and did other important stuff to improve the blog's quality and atract new readers.
To all of you that posted your comments, just said hi in the mini-forum, e-mailed, talked to us personally or simply read without giving us any feedback (you shy guys), thank you from Fifteen Journey's blog team.

Now, the second season is ready to come up with brand new episodes and stories, following this year's efforts in the writing and in the blog's improvement (we will continue two projects we started this year and probably start other ones).
After a long pause for holidays, Fifteen Journey's blog writers are going to appear again to put an end to this writing pause and start this second season, that will hopefully be even better than the first! If you're new arround this blog, you couldn't have chosen a better timming to read it: enjoy the blog's stories and get ready to follow their continuation as new chapters are ready to land!

And, by the way, if you've liked what you've seen so far, please let us know, so we don't start thinking we're writing to nobody (that would make us stop it). This is a great post for you to comment the blog in a more general way, and you can allways use the mini-forum, located at the side bar, or simply contact one of the writers.
If you really want to help, tell your friends about us. It won't hurt you, and it will make us (and probably your friends, too) much happier.