Fifteen Journey - Chapter 44

A/N: Non stop! *sings*
I don’t exactly know when I’ve posted this chapter, but Fifteen Journey is finished by that time. Now, I’m unbearable. Always speaking about Fifteen Journey. Well, I have to translate it into Portuguese: a writer’s job is never finished.
Why won’t you comment? :(

Chapter 44 – Blade X Blade

The girls didn’t have to chance to say if they agreed or not. Both fencing masters automatically began the battle.
In contrast to Thynia, Matt’s sword and long and slight, and was a doubled sword, which meant he could attack twice, while Rick attacked once. Everytime Rick stroked, Matt would block the attack with one side of the sword and would attack by twisting the sword and using the other side. Rick could only dodge not using his sword but his body.
“Tired already?” Matt grinned after stopping the attack.
“Never.” And with nothing more to add, Rick attacked, which surprised Matt. He succeeded in avoiding any physical damage but profited that moment to attack again. Rolling his sword, Rick had badly cut in the skin, bleeding seriously for the first time in the games. With a doubled sword, he could never win against Matt.
His hand was filthy red, the pain started and his body had weakened a lot. Only the battle with Fred had been this painful, except for his death. He could not die either as he felt responsible for the whole group.
“Giving up already?” Matt was extremely amused.
After putting his hand in the stomach, he could feel the warm blood in the hand as well as a painted hand. He knew he was weaker now. Bradley would not be pleased with his efforts now.
And decided in his mind, Rick turned to Matt. He stroke again but, this time, he used a lot of strength, which made Matt lost control of his sword’s direction. He was still grabbing it, but he could not direct it to Rick, since its trajectory was always being changed. Rick couldn’t also attack him, since his fatigue would always give time for Matt to protect himself with his sword’s help. However, Matt was getting angry and finally took action. With a blast of anger, Matt attacked Rick, causing him to trip into the river. Rick was all wet and could not stand up since he was too heavy as his clothes had absorbed the water. And so, Rick got some few starches.
Fortunately, the water was running faster and faster so Matt tripped as well, giving Rick a moment to stand up, as well as Matt who was more quickly and had fewer scratches. Without losing a single moment, both soaped teens continued their fight.
When Mike arrived, he automatically began arguing with everybody especially at Sarith and Cassey who did not stop Rick from doing what he was doing.
“Look at is face.” Cassey ordered.
Mike calmed down and obeyed. For his surprise, Rick was ultra concentrated, like if this was the battle he had always waited for. Ashley was pulling Mike’s outfit, telling him Rick was bleeding and he should end the battle, but Mike smiled.
“I won’t stop his battle. This means a lot more for him: if his life’s practice was worth or not.”
Fred didn’t know what to think but as he saw Matt’s sword he recognised it.
“Ancient sword…”
Seeing Mike was curious, Fred sat down as well, always looking at the fight.
“That’s an ancient sword. It was used to assassin people; it is extremely easy to use. But I think that is the weakest from all four.”
However, none of them was relieved at all. They knew they could not interfere, but seeing his friend is such a state, would be painful.
Finally, after so many strikes, Rick decided to take a risk and attack him. However, his attack missed the opponent as Matt dodged with his body, which gave him time to hit Rick in his back. Now, Rick was bleeding in his back too, which was making an almost impossible task to get up. But Matt gave him time to do so, since, the more they fought, the more Matt enjoyed the fight. And he wanted to enjoy the moment as much as possible.
Rick could barely do any movement. That sword wasn’t big or particularly powerful but the attacks were rather painful. With Thynia’s help, Rick stood up and looked at Matt. Finally, it was time to end the fight. Rick did not know if this would decide his victory or defeat but giving up now was no choice.
And, for everyone’s surprise, Rick stroke. As soon as Matt prepared his sword for the impact, Rick kneeled down and scratched his legs. Matt shouted of pain, but he couldn’t really stand up as well. And, while Matt was trying to be stand up, Rick stroked like if this was the final blast.
The metal sound echoed in the dark forest. Matt had avoided the attack with his sword.
“Maybe you’re not as good as you think…” he grinned.
Rick smiled back. “I’m not finished yet.”
And with that said, Rick proceeded with the attack. By using his strength, he pulled Matt’s sword closer to its owner, not forgetting the other cable, which he still kept in mind. But Matt was trapped: he had a huge sword pointing at him and he was grabbing his sword, which was behind Rick. They were really close: close enough to feel eachother’s blood.
However, Matt did not give up and pulled his sword closer to Rick, trying to reach his neck. His movement was stopped with Rick’s hand, which grabbed his.
“The battle is over. Give up before I kill you.”
Desperately, Matt used all his strength to push his sword to hit Rick, but Rick was stronger than him, so he’d have to stop that or his hand would have been crushed.
“Allright, you won.” He did not seem sad at all.
Not minding what other could think of him, Mike hurried and checked Matt’s arm ID. It was deactivated.
“You actually won…” he turned at Rick.
Before then could say anything else, Matt grinned.
“I’ve already been beaten.”

Next Chapter:
“I will not wish you luck because I am not willing to your victory.”- The Unpredictable

The Haunted Tower - Chapter 10

This story is coming to an end. I guess it'll be the first long story (OK, not THAT long) in this blog to meet its ending chapter. Hope you like this one as you (said you) liked the other ones!
And please, don't forget to comment! As you know the greatest part of the story by now, it'll be easier for you to judge this single chapter and say what you really think of it (I've had some not-that-kind comments already, and I'm still here!).
If you're kinda newbie by this place, give a try to the "our stories"'s menu (IE and Konqueror compatible) to read the other chapters of this story: you'll find them short enough for an afternoon ;)
And, by the way, happy new year to everybody!


Chapter 10:
The night of all Spirits


'Come back here, you freaking scum!' shouted Eyodar, burnt in his own anger, chasing the ghost as fast as he could. However, Lord Worroc had already gained a lot of time, when Eyodar was facing all the pieces of his broken dagger.
He turned left, where he thought he saw the ghost going, and speeded up even more. Yes, he could see now the end of the ghost's trail at the end of the corridor... He kept on running, with his sword in one hand and the other one empty, due to the destruction of the magical weapon.
'The magical weapon that will destroy Lord Worroc once for all', said the Ancient, the old woman that gave the magical dagger to Eyodar.
That bastard!, he thought. That dawn toy would make HIM destroy me!
His anger grew even more. He yelled. He screamed very rude words. He dropped down to the floor.
'No', he screamed. 'No way!' He couldn't hide his frustration. The one who had ordered the kidnap of his daughter, the one who would murder her for pleasure, his great enemy, had just ran away, and Eyodar lost his last chance to fight him.
Then, the silence. Comprehension. After all, he wasn't "the One". It wouldn't be him who would stop all the deaths around the haunted tower and its habitant, the ghost Lord Worroc. He was just one more condemned soldier who came to that tower in search of justice, but found nothing but an enemy with no flaws. The dagger from the Ancient didn't even last a second in battle!
During this moment of reflection, a song came to Eyodar's head. First, he didn't remember where did it come from, but then, everything became clear and he remembered the whole song. It was called 'The night of all Spirits', and told a sad story of a man that have seen his family die, and appear later as spirits, to take him to their world.
The world of the dead people.

That night when you've gone away
The night of all spirits
Will be repeated today

The music in his mind was even clearer now. For a moment, Eyodar forget where he was, forget what he was doing, and forget what made him feel like that.
The murder.
And sang the song.
His memories... The night of the murder... And the return, as spirits. He sang the whole music, until he reached the end:

Now that you've came back
Take me with you
To the dead world.

The rithm of the song was still playing in his head. He got up. He have also seen his family get killed by murderers. First, his wife, Inahda. Now, his daughter, Jeryah. He was now dead inside, waiting for them to come back as spirits and take him with them to another world, where he could rest in peace at once.
A light appeared in his back.
Eyodar looked to the light, hopping to find his wife and daughter, but the one in front of him was the ghost Worroc, again.
'You freaking murderer!' he shouted, blinded in anger, grabbing his sword. That WOULD destroy that ghost, he was sure of it.
'Who, me?' asked the ghost, ironically. 'How would I kill... a dead person?'
She's dead...
Eyodar shouted again, and ran towards his enemy, sure that his anger would be enough to finish off the assassin with this sword. Worroc turned back, and ran to a near corridor.
The chase continued. But now, Eyodar felt his strengths were failing. He hadn't rest for a very long time.
After some moments, the ghost jumped to a new staircase, which led to a single room.
That room...
Eyodar ran upstairs, trying to hit the ghost with his sword, but always missing. And, at a sudden, without warning, he felt into a fake step. With all the anger that blinded him and the need to catch Worroc, the warrior forget to dodge the tower's traps, and felt his body fall down.
Everything was moving slow, now. The ghost, far away, laughing at him. The sword, falling to the dark abysm beneath him. Hands, with nothing to grab, trying to desperately to avoid the fall. With no success.
He felt into the darkness, to hit the floor some seconds later.
Eyodar was now having troubles to breath: he must have damaged something, and couldn't move, as well. A great pain was filling all his senses, letting his energy slowly abandon him. He looked away. There were two other corpses in that small room beneath the staircase. One of them had no flesh left and was completely covered with dust. Both of them had enormous spikes all over the damaged body. He tried to look to his won body, and saw three huge spikes coming out of it, covered in blood. So that was the thing that was killing him right now...
I failed. I'm so sorry...
Eyodar died some moments later. The last thing he heard was a sarcastic laugh of someone above him.

Fifteen Journey - Chapter 43

A/N: I hope you had enjoyed the information I posted before. As you can see, we have just entered Sloan’s arc and, I know you don’t understand why it has his name but you’ll soon understand. I won’t say more or I’ll ruin the story.
Just a little comment, pleaza!

Chapter 43 – Eternal Rival

When Sarith arrived, she was perplexed at first. But after seeing she wasn’t being noticed, she decided not to interfere that much and proceeded with the preparations for them to spend the night there.
“Is he a friend of yours?” she asked giggling.
Cassey took her eyes out of the teenager for the first time they’ve met and blushed, embarrassed.
“Th-that’s not it!”
“It what?” Matt asked confused.
Seeing the conversation would just get more confusing, Cassey opted to end it there.
“Let’s eat before it’s too late, shall we?”
Sarith had collected many and varied ingredients. However, as Cassey was the one who had suggested, she felt responsible for its preparation, even knowing she wasn’t endowed with the art of cooking.
As Cassey split the “tasting plate” for the third time, Matt decided it was time to prepare it by himself.
“Here, let me help…” he made the movements grabbing her hands “See, you don’t have to take a big amount, just a small portion.” He tasted some of the soup. “It needs salt.”
In the end, Matt did all the cooking.
“Oh, it’s so good!” Sarith exclaimed of joy.
Cassey tasted it for the first time. Indeed, it was excellent. From Mike and Rick’s meals, this sopu was far better than anything she had ever eaten.
“Is it good?” Matt asked looking worried at Cassey.
“Excellent.” She answered with a slight blush.
Suddenly, they heard some noise in the bushes right next to them. Afraid it would be some kind of wild animal, both Matt and Sarith prepared for the fight: Matt grabbed his doubled sword and Sarith pulled her baton. However, a happy bark saluted them.
“Horous!” Cassey exclaimed. Sarith also recognised the dog as Mike’s pet, but this was the first time she actually heard its name. Together with Horous, two teenagers appeared exaushted, more angry than relieved.
“Where have you two been? We were worried and sick about you!” both Mike and Rick shouted.
Cassey smiled but her smile faded as she noticed Rick and Matt were looking nervously at each other.
“Oh, Seven, this is Matt. Matt, this is Ricky, aka Seven.” Sarith giggled.
In fact, Rick had recognised him from the ceremony. That guys was always wearing a smile. Matt also recognised Rick, but from another place.
“Pleased to meet you.” Matt smiled and gave Rick his hand. He had no other choice but to greet him as well.
However, Mike could only look at Sarith angry. And, not minding anyone else, cleared his thoughts.
“She lead him here, he’s a Tourch player, for sure.”
Matt was a bit perplexed.
“No, you’re wrong. He’s just a guy we met here and invited him to eat with us.” Cassey explained.
Mike’s anger was interrupted as Matt advanced towards him.
“Indeed, I am a Tourch player. And my mission is to defeat other players…” he turned at Rick. “Like you, Ricky.”
“Ahem.” Cassey coughed.
“It’s Rick…” the name’s owner replied, looking angrily at Sarith, who was happily embarrassed.
As Mike wanted to speak again, Matt interrupted him.
“However, I was not sent by her. In fact, this was the first time I ever saw the red haired girl… But I had already seen the blond one…” Cassey blushed.
Matt was being sincere. So, Rick asked Mike to go and look for Fred and Ashley, with Horous’s help.
As soon as Mike left, Rick knew no one else would critisise him.
“I challenge you, Matt.”
He smiled. “I’ve been waiting for this moment…”

Next Chapter:
“This means a lot more for him: if his life’s practice was worth or not.” – Blade X Blade

Fifteen Journey stuff

It is with most pleasure that I introduce the characters! :)



Try to guess who's who. I shall post more pictures later.


Fifteen Journey's Arcs

1st - Fred's arc - chapter 20 to 23
2nd - Annya's arc - chapter 25 to 31
3rd - Vince's arc - chapter 34 to 41
4th - Sloan's arc - chapter 44 to 52
5th - Tom's arc - chapter 54 to 59

I'm not counting Mike or Cassey's fight as an arc, since those are just small battles.

Had a good Christmas? :)

Fifteen Journey - Chapter 42

A/N: Here’s another lovely chapter. I’ll soon make you a structure of the “arcs” there are in Fifteen Journey so that you can understand it better. Maybe I’ll have to do more than 60 chapters; I have no idea, only time can tell. And, who knows, maybe I’ll finish Fifteen Journey before 2007 begins!
Together with the arcs, some pictures will appear. Look forward for it!

Chapter 42 – The Midget

The rules were simple. The first group to find a four leafed clover would win the game. All the teenagers were stupefied.
“But that’s impossible.”
Sarith calmed them down, gesturing the movement with her hands.
“Let’s see… Whoever gets it will be lucky, right? What this team needs his luck!”
Sarith then turned to Cassey, who was the person next to her.
“That was the only thing I could think of…” she whispered.
Cassey thought for a moment. Maybe Sarith wasn’t as evil as her mind had made her seem.
“I’ll team up with Number Seven!”
Or maybe not…
They preferred to make the pairs by luck, using sticks. Both Mike and Ashley took the red coloured stick, so they’d team up, together with Horous. Ashley was extremely happy and giggling just like Sarith, but Mike was looking worried at Sarith. No stranger could be trusted that easily and she hadn’t given them any clue she was by their side. Mike’s suspicion even increased after noticing Fred would not be in Sarith’s team. If it were Rick, Sarith could lead him to someone else’s trap. If it were Cassey…
“I’m in Fred’s team.” Rick stated after taking the stick.
… She would be in greater danger since she did not have an art.
“Great. Now the first team to find the midget wins!”
Each team headed in a different way. Cassey wasn’t really decided to follow Sarith but her hand was grabbed and she couldn’t do anything about it. Sarith was singing, as cheerfully as always. Maybe she was a nice person after all. So, Cassey, decided to believe her, started doing the same as she did: searching in the bushes for a four leafed clover.
However, finding such a plant was truly difficult. The two girls opted to eat some apples they had found during the way in the middle of the forest. Cassey felt a bit insecure about being in the middle of the forest but Mike had told them a trick to know the way back.
“This part has a lagoon some metres. When you reach the river, you know you must go the opposite direction, which is the cliff we were fighting in.”
Quite simple.
To scare away the feeling of insecurity, Cassey tried to distracte herself.
“Are you travelling with us for the rest of Rick’s fights?”
Sarith was checking her bag so she took a while to understand the question.
“Yes, yes, until Tourch is over.”
Cassey was curious.
“Why’s that so?”
Sarith lowered her head to look at the ground.
“I can’t go back home like this.” She was obviously sad about something. Cassey predicted her village would not be very happy about her loss but she preferred not to say anything in case she would hurt her feelings.
Although the apples were delicious, some hours later the stomach growled. However, they were extremely hungry and it was very dark, so going back could be impossible. Thanks to what Sarith had brought, they could spend there the night without any problem, but Cassey also knew the guys would worry a lot for them. However, without the sun’s help, they couldn’t move or they could be lost.
They decided to stop near the river Mike had told them about. At least they had water right next them.
“I’m searching for food.” Sarith walked away after smiling and grabbing her baton.
Cassey’s task was easy: unfold the bag and prepare everything to sleep. She had no choice but to trust Sarith. Indeed, Sarith was the only person who could protect her now.
As soon as Cassey finished, she approached the lake and kneeled to see herself reflected in the transparent liquid. She had changed a lot: her hair was messy, her clothes had the traditional aspect of being in a fight.
As she heard some steps from behind, she called Sarith.
“Look at the calm water! You can even see the moon!”
As Sarith didn’t approach, Cassey turned back.
That wasn’t Sarith.
A teenager stood there, looking at her a little surprised. He was handsome: perfect brown hair, dark eyes and a slim body. They gazed at each other for quite a long time until he broke the silence.
“Oh, I thought you were somebody else…”
Somebody else? Who else in the forest had blond hair?
“You look familiar…” she stated.
He smile and nodded affirmatively.
“I met you in a blue mooned night. My name’s Matt Drutond.”

Next Chapter:
“Is he a friend of yours?” she asked giggling. - Eternal Rival

Fifteen Journey - Chapter 41

A/N: As I stated before, chapter 41 didn’t take that long to come out. I wasn’t really inspired to do this chapter but I must say Fifteen Journey is ending. Two more arcs and it’s over… (cries, cries…)
Well, just be sure to actually SAY something. Even just a comment saying “hi”, I’d like that.

Chapter 41 - Secret

“NO!”
As Katie was felling into the cliff’s river, she shut her eyes and remembered her short life: father, brother, her friends, Rick and even Vince. She would have to leave.
“Goodbye…”
“Who are you telling goodbye to?” a man’s voice asked.
She opened her eyes and found Vince looking expressionless at her. She was still grabbing Rick’s sword and was lying in Vince’s arms.
“Hmf, no one.” She said trying to find any other spot to look at.
As soon as they landed, the question appeared. Had Rick won or could the fight be continued? Katie painfully answered the question.
“I’d be dead if you hadn’t helped me…”
Rick looked at her with tender eyes. Cassey’s attention was attracted when Rick approached her with a decided expression. Was he in…? No… or could he?
“Please give me back Thynia.”
Cassey wanted to tap herself from being so stupid. This wasn’t her business after all; she had nothing to do with that… So why would someone feel like that?
Having Thynia back made Rick feel more relieved. However, he couldn’t avoid feeling guilty for Nick’s interference, which could have cost Katie’s life. The other teens were feeling his worry but they’d ask him when they felt it was more convenient.
The innocent voice broke the silence.
“So, will you guys accompany us?” she asked the three ex-players. Sarith, Vince and Katie looked at each other, but Sarith was the first to speak.
“Yes, for sure. You guys will be needing back-up!” she said cheerfully.
Rick was pleased with the idea. Having more people in the “small” team could be troublesome but Sarith’s presence would certainly cheer all up. All except one girl…
However, Katie was still deciding but Vince clearly said his choice.
“Sorry, but we are not accompanying you…”
The most surprised person was Katie. Why had he said “we”? He was counting on her even before asking her?
“Hey, hey…”
“You have a debt to pay, missy.” He spoke only to her, eyes to eyes. “And I’ll be needing your ability.”
Katie thought for a moment. She needed rest, since she had many straches from the battle with Rick, but going with the active player would only cause her more trouble.
She finally raised her hand and spoke loudly to the group.
“I will go with Vince.”
Yes, this was the decided person Rick had met before Tourch’s ceremony.

There was another advantage in having Sarith in the group: she still had plenty of food with her.
That night was special: a commemoration. Rick hadn’t had a second to rest since he had fought Annya and only Mike and himself were able to cook decent food. Although Sarith was not a good cook, she had many ingredients with her, which permitted both to make a typical family’s meal. But when they sat to eat, Rick felt melhancolic again. The more he thought about that day’s events, the more he would feel guilty. He had not control of Nick nor he had predicted that action. He clearly remembered the ghost’s image in his head when he would loose control of some part of his body, the ghost smilling at him from joy. It was like if Nick had pleasure in killing people.
“Rick…” Cassey and Mike started at the same time. However, they were interrupted by Sarith.
“Let’s do a game! It’s called ‘Who gets the midget’!”

Next Chapter:
“I met you in a blue mooned night. My name’s Matt Drutond.” – The Midget

Fifteen Journey - Chapter 40

A/N: It took me long enough to make this chapter and I had to wait until I was grounded… I’m so sad… (personality speaking)
Anyway, here’s the so awaited chapter 40. I hope you enjoy it. I really liked doing the last part, the part of the fight: I think that part is quite understandable and you can picture it.
I had to cut this chapter into two parts so chapter 41 is probably coming out in just a few days. If I write this fast when I’m like this, I hope to be grounded many times in my life!
Some things that happen here are related to Sixteen Journey (I think that you can imagine what that is). Please comment on this amazing chappy!

Chapter 40 - Back to ground

"Astral transmission, appear!" Nothing.
"I order you to appear spirit!" No answer.
"Dad! I need you!" 'To fill in this empty feeling...'
Cassey sat on the ground hopeless, partly to hide her face, partly strenghless. Her soul hurt, her mind was becoming blurry. And her dad wouldn't help her...
"Get up girl!" However, Katie's order was effect less and, even with all the strength she was using to make Cassey stand up, Katie wasn't reaching her aim. So, she just stood there looking to the dragon as well. However, she could hear many sounds: Vince whispering, since he was just one or two meters away from her, and a sound coming from the cliff, which Katie supposed as the sound of Fred's robot losing its strength. Where was Rick after all? Had he fallen to the cliff?
Suddenly, a huge blow of wind was made by the dragon as he was using his wings, causing the dust to reach the teenagers' eyes. As quick as a flash, the dragon went down the cliff, bringing Fred's robot in its back. And, as he landed, Rick jumped from the dragon's back, with a smiling Fred and a tired Mike behind him.
"Yay, you did it!" the happiness was too much to retain. His friends touched him to make sure they weren't dreaming, but, indeed, that was reality. However, Mike, who was terribly tired, Vince, who smiled from far, Cassey and Katie didn't participate in the festivities. On the one hand, Cassey didn't know what to think. She stared at the friend, with a blank expression, waiting for his approach towards her. And that didn't take long. For Katie’s repulse, Rick happily kissed Cassey in her check, enabling Cassey to move. Indeed, Katie, for some unknown reason was angry, too angry.
Vince made a few steps to Rick. He could see now: as Vince stared at him, he was able to check he was taller than him by a few centimetres. But, for everyone’s surprise, Vince kneeled before Rick and, looking at the ground, he decided his destiny.
“I shall surrender. You are stronger than me, Rick Flaim.”
If Rick didn’t understand at first, as Vince stated later, Rick could easily defeat Vince since Rick was controlling Vince’s dragon.
Sarith restarted congratulating Rick, followed by a suspicious Ashley. As the boys started discussing methods for Vince to recover his dragon’s control, Katie exploded.
“This isn’t finished, Rick!”
If all the presents, excluding Cassey who was still in the same position, turned to her at first, they continued their doings after Vince’s comment.
“Don’t worry, she has told me that millions of times.”
However, Vince’s statement just made things worse as Katie felt deeply offended with the lack of interest. Without concentrating first, she made all her anger explode in the kick she directed to Rick making him lay down in the floor. She felt relieved at least. Rick, however, really thought it was funny.
“Okay, I will battle you. You have a point, you have never been defeated yet… which will end today…” the smile in his face faded as he unfolded his sword, shining with the sun. At last, he would have a decent fight.
Although her personality was very stubborn, which would make her comical before, she was not an easy enemy to beat, and Rick knew that. Nevertheless, he had in mind she was just a girl, and martial arts would not be a very strong tactics.
However, he quickly changed his mind as Katie first stricken. Although he had blocked her easily, her strength made him move backwards, making some dust fly.
The background wasn’t positive at all. From what Rick had studied of martial arts, the fighter would get stronger and stronger as the fight goes on, since the muscles would heat up. He had to finish that soon.
With that in mind, Rick stroke without stop. If at first she blocked some attacks, she was hit by many of them. Soon, she was tired.
For Mike, seeing his friend battling like this, this was an achievement. No one said anything at all about the fight at the moment as Fred was helping Vince to regain the dragon’s control.
“So, as soon as I have him physically controlled, you’ll have to communicate with him… Vince? Are you hearing?”
“Hm-… yes… and by the way, it’s a she.”
After hearing a intriguing “oh!”, Vince continued keeping an eye in the fight that was taking place. Katie was being hit several times, but she kept fighting. Rick, for instance, couldn’t let her attack more, or he’d loose for sure. However, she just got more and more angry.
Katie was brought to the floor once again. Rick’s breath was amazingly fast and he paused to recover. But, in a flash, Katie re-attacked with all her strength left, using a vertical kick, and, in the next second, Rick was quickly approaching the edge of the cliff. He didn’t fell in the cliff by a few centimetres, gladly. And when Mike thought he should interfere, Katie ran towards Rick to do the final blast, which didn’t give both times to do anything. When Rick thought he would loose, Nick appeared in his mind and time almost stopped. Gaining control of Rick’s left arm diverted Katie out of Rick’s direction, right into the cliff.
For his own surprise, Rick was able to grab his sword and saved Katie, as she grabbed it as well. Rick was bleeding, since he was grabbing the metallically part but the thought of saving a person wouldn’t let him stop the pain.
After being able to chat with Katie, Nick interfered once more. By gaining control of one hand, he let Katie slip.

Next Chapter:
“Sorry, but we are not accompanying you…” – Secret

A Christmas Tale

Hi hi, minna! A short story for you to read!

She was deeply frozen. Even after rolling the cup around her fingers, she would miss the gloves she had just some weeks ago. And to think that all had disappeared in a flash…
The hot chocolate cup, which she was holding, seemed to be breathing. She couldn’t smoke as much as the cup did, but she didn’t seem wanting to drink the chocolate. Instead, she stayed sat in the bench in front of the park, as if she was waiting for someone.
In a moment, her fingers let the cup slip. In the next, the cup broke into pieces in the white floor, which was melt by the brown liquid.
Soon, it started snowing again. The flakes arrived at the floor shaped in different ways, one with its particular beauty, as the snow was covering the park and its swings. She remained expressionless for a while looking at the brown snow in the floor, but only when a flake made her head wet, she decided to look to the sky. And she smiled.
“Are you my angel?” she asked.
She paused for a bit, looking at the sky, afraid she would have committed a mistake but the snow’s whisper made her calmer. ‘Close your eyes.’
She did as the snow ordered. And she slept to never wake up again.



Comment whether you liked it or not. I'd also like to know which title do you think this tale should have (A Christmas Tale is too simple) since this tale is for a contest in the Writing Place.

Memories - Chapter 6

Here is one more chapter. 3 more and this story is finished. Let's see if I can do that before 2007... :P

Comment, please! ;)

“Let’s go!” We were running as fast as I could run since Serena was lying in my back. I suppose she wasn’t having a comfortable trip, since she woke up very soon.

Fifteen Journey Awards!

Welcome fellow readers. As the host of these awards, I must congratulate all the writers (including myself :P) for all the hard work.

And now, the awards!

As you may know, Fifteen Journey was born after many nights typing stories in MSN (Saritah's job). In November, in a sad and rainy day... (j/k, I don't recall a single thing about that day), the idea was born. And finally, Fred created the site.

The three initial writers, me, Fredy and Saritah, were very excited about the new thing they had to explore. Our first 50 posts were, probably, done in 1 or 2 months. We now have about 150 posts. Imagine how it would be like if we had written always like the beggining of times... :P

Once month later, RicardoRPL joined us. He is the HTML code expert and all the changes you've seen during the blog's life in the layout were made by him. Of course, he didn't make all the work. Sarith wrote amazing stories (I think she is a brilliant writer, but she lacks imagination) and Fredy was the Special Event's poster (Christmas, birthdays...).

Looking back, I know we could have done some things better, we could have avoided some mistakes concerning ourselves and our dedication to the blog. Well, I won't give up. I have the dream to publish anything in my life, even if it is just a short article: at least I was able to show my opinion and point of view. But I am a dreamer and, as any dreamer, I want to go further and reach my deep dreams, which do not concern showing personal opinion but to show my talents and capacities.

This is a promise: I won't give up. I'm sure every writer agrees when he/she says the blog has been more than a tool to practise English: it has been a tool to write better and share stories. Believe it or not, I met better my friends by the blog: it has also been a tool to understand them.

And I think I've written too much. Well, let's go to the awards. :P


Best Story:

1st place - Fifteen Journey
2nd place - The Haunted Tower & Blooming Spring Flower


Best Writer:

1st place - Fipa
2nd place - RicardoRPL


Best Character:

1st place - Rick
2nd place - Frederious & Kane


Best Commentator: (I hope this works as a estimulator :P)

1st place - Marco Horácio


Congratulations everyone! And keep working hard. :)