Post by Professor O'Conner on Nov 17, 2006 18:20:15 GMT -5
I love you guys!
*GROUP FLYING TACKLE GLOMPS ALL WHO ARE ON HER SIDE*
but seriously, she is gonna be so mad with me! Please Stop censoring !Ke-zaa!, he is much more worthy of the Honor than Kennedii. And anyway I am already hated and rail roded enough on that site i don't wanna cause a site war or be hated even more there.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Dec 14, 2006 13:41:07 GMT -5
ooooooooooooo! I finished my second assignment! Unfortunately I'm like 688 words over the mark, but I'll cut it later. I want you all to see it in it's entirety before I make edits . . .
Post by Professor O'Conner on Dec 14, 2006 13:41:46 GMT -5
SPARKY’S PROJECT
For the sixth Friday in a row, Sparky had come home with a bloody nose. His mother had called the school twice, only to hear glowing reports of his and his classmates’ behavior.
“Sparky dearest, please tell me what is wrong! I’m very worried about you. Is everything alright at school?”
“Everything is fine mom,” said Sparky, running through the kitchen with his nose in a wad of tissues. “The girls are just too pretty at Spinning Breeze Academy that’s all. I’ll get used to them soon.” He added sprinting up the stairs.
Sparky knew he’s just given his mother the lamest excuse so far for his weekly nose bleeds. His life wasn’t a stupid Anime after all! Still he couldn’t very well tell his mother that a bully named Az was beating him up every Friday, especially not when he was being home-schooled for the Foxfang University of Higher Sorcery. A Wizard was supposed to be able to fix his own problems right? Right!
Sparky locked his bedroom door, crossed the room and ran a hand over the magical lock that locked away his workshop. It had been after the third attack that Sparky had decided what his final project to get into the University would be. It lay on the floor before him almost completed except for a few last critical details.
Sparky spent the rest of the day finishing the forming his chosen medium, pale tan clay, into the desired shape. At last the form was finished, and Sparky stood back to look at his handiwork with pride. No one would ever suspect this clay form was anything more than human once Sparky had spoken the incantation to make his creation move.
Carefully Sparky put the hand copied curse paper into the forms mouth, and left it to sit over night. When dawn broke the next morning Sparky wheeled his creation out into his bed room to catch the first raze of the sun and spoke the incantation.
I call upon the Seven Rings of Dest-euteu! Bind my Creation together with your Mystical Power I Evoke the One-hundred Staves Of Indestructible Perilu! Lend him your Strength! By the Perfected Temple Of Vione! Lend him your Wisdom and Guidance I Invoke The Locks Of Kricidyi! Let him Obey my Every Command! I Evoke The One-thousand Draughts Of Unkillable Sioliu! Let my creation LIVE!
There was a great flash of light and what looked like a starburst. Sparky was sure that his creation had been destroyed. However when the smoke cleared the figure was still there, some how even more perfect than before. His bonds had been broken by the starburst, with a shudder and stretch he got down from the platform and seeing Sparky bowed. Sparky had been speechless all this time but now he whooped and danced. This would get him into Foxfang for sure, AND get rid of his bully problems!
“Quick!” he told the now living servant. “Put these clothes on! No wait, stop!” Sparky had suddenly remembered that in the directions it had warned to never order a newly made servant to do something quickly. Luckily for him the servant hadn’t had time to move. He did however look at Sparky anxiously, wishing to please his master. “Ok, carefully get dressed in these clothes, and if you need help I’ll be glad to show you.” The servant seemed to be very smart except when it came to tying his shoes, Sparky double-knotted them for him just in case.
At last the bus came and took Sparky and his creation to school. It was lucky for him some exchange students had just been enrolled, and the servant could easily pass as one of them. Once they arrived it didn’t take long at all for people to notice the servant.
“Hey Sparky!” Sparky’s eyes got wide. It was Jesika, his former best friend and current crush, only problem was she didn’t know it yet. However before he could do more than murmur a hello, a large crowd of people gathered round. “Wow who’s the new guy?” “He’s cute!” “Where’s he from Sparky?” “Erm, he’s from Russia,” said Sparky the particular incantation Sparky had used originated from there and so it was kind of true.
Jesika smiled at them both. “What’s your name,” she asked the servant. The servant looked confused and looked at Sparky.
“Erm, he doesn’t speak English well, he can only understand a bit, but his names Golem.” The crowd of teens gave Sparky a weird look. “Golem? That’s an odd name,” said Jesika, and someone snickered. Sparky grew nervous. “That’s his last name! His first name is –uh- Greg! Yeah – Greg Golem.”
Greg Golem nodded and bowed shallowly to the group, which instantly caused his charm factor to skyrocket in the teen girls’ eyes.
“Oooo, look Sparky has a body-guard! Aww is poor ittle Sparkles afwraid?!” It was Azrael the school bully. This was the moment Sparky had been waiting for and true to the magic that Sparky had placed in him, Greg Golem grew fearsome and tried to run to confront Az. But Sparky held up his hand in front of the Golem.
“Not yet,” he whispered, “he will come to you. I don’t want you to hit him, just push him across the room, scare him a bit.” The Golem nodded almost imperceptibly.
“Oooo, check it out Sparkles is whispering lies about me,” said Az to his cronies, “I guess he still doesn’t get that I rule this school! I’m just gonna have to teach him a lesson now instead of on Friday!”
It happened very quickly. Az charged, Sparky stepped back, Greg Golem strode forward. Az reared back to punch this meddler, and Greg Golem pushed Az – what seemed to be a small push- and Az flew across the room and crashed into the mural that Sparky’s class had been commissioned to paint. The plastic paint jars flew everywhere, luckily their caps were on tight and none spilled.
“Wow,” said Sparky he had read thoroughly about the Golems immense strength but he’d never expected that. “That’s what you get when you mess with people who are smarter than you Azrael!” said Sparky mockingly, as Az slipped on the plastic floor covering.
“His names Azrael, as in the Cat on the Smurfs?!” Suddenly everyone was laughing. The bully of the school had been brought to his knees at last, and by none other than the school’s greatest Artist, Sparky! Just then the Art Teacher Mr. Galen B. Sky came running down the hall. He stopped to look at the bumbling bully, but finding the only thing truly hurt was his pride, he turned to look at Sparky.
“Mr. Cobalt, if you and Mr. Golem will please follow me . . .” Uh oh, thought Sparky, now I’m in for it. Never the less he motioned to Greg Golem and went to follow the teacher. Greg followed him dutifully.
Once they got to The Art Studio office, Mr. Sky closed the office door and leaned on the edge of the desk. At first he didn’t say anything, just looked from Sparky to Greg and back at Sparky.
At last he spoke. “Wow, Sparky, your really are the next Michelangelo.” Sparky stared. Mr. Sky had never called him by his first name before, and why was he bringing up art when he was supposed to be writing Greg Golem up for fighting? “Honestly if I couldn’t feel all the magical forces coming from ‘Greg’ Golem,” he chuckled, “I’d never have guessed he was less than human.”
“What?!” Sparky squeaked, completely taken aback. Mr. Sky had been their Art teacher for two years now and never had he shown any signs of being anything but a human art teacher. Wait a sec, thought Sparky, it was two years ago that Mother told me about Foxfang University . . .
“You’re him, aren’t you?” said Sparky aloud. “You’re the recruiter from Foxfang,” Galen laughed.
“You’ve hit the nail on the head Sparky! I am glad, proves there are more than dreams in that artists mind of yours.” Then Galen grew very grave. “However, it worries me that you chose a Golem to solve your problem. Don’t you know how dangerous they can be? Your ‘friend’ Greg here could have really hurt Az, then where would you be?”
“But I told him not to,” said Sparky, knowingly. “Believe me sir, I read almost everything I could once I decided that a Golem was what I needed. I almost changed my mind twice, once I read about their destructive properties. But I figured out a way to make it work, sir.”
“Do tell,” said Galen intrigued.
“Well sir, I didn’t just use the paper curse method. I used that in conjunction with a spoken Spell, so that even if I wrote out the curse incorrectly, I’d still have complete control over -er- Greg here.” Sparky then took out a Journal and turned it to a page in the middle where he scribbled the words he’d used to awaken Greg Golem.
Galen studied it. He began to look impressed. “I see – and just what did you write on the actual curse paper?” “I wrote ‘Protect Sparky Cobalt’, but see because of the spell, he’ll only protect me in a way I see fit. The spell also causes him to last longer than most golems and be smarter than them, right Greg?” To Galen’s astonishment Greg Golem nodded in agreement and smiled.
Galen smiled proudly at Sparky. “Mr. Cobalt, you not only have earned yourself a place at Foxfang University, but I’d be very surprised if you haven’t also ensured yourself a place in the Division of Mysteries as an Unknown upon graduation. It appears you have solved the Riddle of the Golem! Congratulations.”
Sparky shook Galen’s offered hand. This was the happiest moment of his life and if his Mothers stories were true he knew things could only go up from here.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Feb 27, 2007 16:05:12 GMT -5
ok I got my 2nd assignment back and turns out she actually wanted me to expand Sparky's Project and she said it might even be worthy of Novel-dom!!
Anyway here is the expanded bit.
SPARKY’S PROJECT
Sparky tried to sneak in the house, but his mother stepped into the kitchen just as he closed the back door. She took one look at him and exclaimed, “Sparky! Not another bloody nose – That makes six.” Sparky couldn’t argue with that. He’d had a bloody nose every Friday for the last six weeks. His Mother had called the school twice, only to hear glowing reports of his and his classmates’ behavior. “Sparky dearest, please tell me what’s wrong! I’m very worried about you. Is everything alright at school?”
“Everything is fine Mom,” said Sparky, running through the kitchen with his nose in a wad of tissues. “The girls are just too pretty at Spinning Breeze Academy that’s all. I’ll get used to them soon.” He added sprinting up the stairs. Sparky knew he’d just given his mother the lamest excuse so far for his weekly nose bleeds. His life wasn’t a stupid Anime after all! Still he couldn’t very well tell his mother that a bully named Az was beating him up every Friday, especially not when he was being home-schooled for the Foxfang University of Higher Sorcery, in addition to attending the decidedly un-magical high school of Spinning Breeze. A Wizard was supposed to be able to fix his own problems right? Right!
Sparky locked his bedroom door, crossed the room and ran a hand over the magical lock that locked away his workshop. It had been after the third attack that Sparky had decided what his final project to get into the University would be. It lay on the floor before him almost completed except for a few last critical details. Sparky spent the rest of the day completing the forming of his chosen medium, pale tan clay, into the desired shape. At last the form was finished, and Sparky stood back to look at his handiwork with pride. No one would ever suspect this clay form was anything more than human once Sparky had spoken the incantation to make his creation move. Carefully Sparky put the hand copied curse paper into the form’s mouth, and left it to sit overnight. When dawn broke the next morning Sparky wheeled his creation out into his bedroom to catch the first rays of the sun and spoke the incantation.
I call upon the Seven Rings of Dest-euteu! Bind my Creation together with your Mystical Power By the Perfected Temple Of Vione! Lend him your Wisdom and Guidance I Invoke The Locks Of Kricidyi! Let him Obey my Every Command! I Evoke The One-thousand Draughts Of Unkillable Sioliu! Let my creation LIVE!
The moment the words had left Sparky’s lips, the sunlight grew bright and dazzling, and seven rings made of light formed, then became one around Sparky’s creation. Sparky threw his hands up in front of his eyes to save them from the still brightening lights and felt his skin burn with its intensity. He feared that he’d used magic that was far, far too strong for the delicate clay figure, when he heard a loud crack. The smell of smoke filled the room. Sparky was sure that his creation was being destroyed. However when the smoke cleared the figure was still there, some how even more perfect than before. His bonds had been broken and with a shudder and a stretch he got down from the platform. The Now living figure looked around and seeing Sparky, bowed. Sparky had been speechless all this time but now he whooped and danced. This would get him into Foxfang for sure, AND get rid of his bully problems!
“Quick!” he told the now living servant. “Put these clothes on! No wait, stop!” Sparky had suddenly remembered that in the directions it had warned to never order a newly made servant to do something quickly. Luckily for him the servant hadn’t had time to move. He did however look at Sparky anxiously, seeming to wish to please his master. “Ok, carefully get dressed in these clothes, and if you need help I’ll be glad to show you.” The servant seemed to be very smart. He managed to put the pants and shirt on with no problem. The socks he examined for a moment but then realized that they belonged on his feet and put them on. He was also able to get his sneakers on, however when it came to tying them he just kept looking down at them then back at Sparky, in a confused manner. Sparky double-knotted them for him to be sure he wouldn’t have to retie them at school.
At last the bus came to take Sparky and his creation to school. Sparky took a seat at the front of the bus, to make sure his servant could have the entire bus ride to get used to life. The directions said to allow at least an hour before asking a servant to do anything strenuous, and the bus ride was just about an hour in length. Sparky tried to have the servant sit on the inside, but true to it’s purpose, it wouldn’t sit until he had sat. As the bus began collecting more people, Sparky reviewed his plan in his head. Luckily for him some exchange students had just been enrolled and the servant could easily pass as one of them. Hopefully no one would ask any embarrassing questions of the servant because of his size and bulk. If they did Sparky planned to say the ‘new student’ didn’t speak much English, though he did understand a little, and to please go easy on him.
At last they arrived at the school. Sparky waited for everyone to push and shove their way off the bus and then whispered for the servant to get up and follow him. It did so graciously. Once they’d made it past the front doors it didn’t take long at all for people to notice Sparky’s new servant. “Hey Sparky!” Sparky’s eyes got wide. It was Jesika who had spoken and was walking up to him, pretty Jesika, with her cute red ponytail and shining green eyes. She and Sparky had been friends since second grade when he’d helped her with her art project for school. Then in third grade she’d helped him ace his science test and their friendship had been sealed. Unfortunately Sparky had recently developed a crush on her. It wouldn’t have been a problem except . . . she kind of didn’t know it yet.
However before he could do more than murmur a hello, a large crowd of people gathered round. “Wow, who’s the new guy?” “He’s cute!” “Where’s he from, Sparky?” “Erm, he’s from Russia,” said Sparky. The particular incantation Sparky had used originated from there and so it was kind of true. Jesika smiled at them both. “What’s your name,” she asked the servant. The servant looked confused and glanced at Sparky. “Erm, he doesn’t speak English well, he can only understand a bit, but his names Golem.” The crowd of teens gave Sparky a weird look. “Golem? That’s an odd name,” said Jesika, and someone snickered. Sparky became tense and his heart began to pound in his ears. “That’s his last name! His first name is -uh- Greg! Yeah – Greg Golem.” Greg Golem nodded and bowed shallowly to the group, which instantly caused his charm factor to skyrocket in the teen girls’ eyes, according to their squeals of delight.
“Oooo, look Sparky has a body-guard! Aww is poor ittle Sparkles afwraid?!” It was Az the school bully. He was both the inspiration and the reason Sparky had chosen a Golem for his project. The first day Az had punched Sparky in the face, one of his Cronies had accidentally call the boy by his real name – Azrael. Sparky new if he revealed this to the rest of the school, it might cause Az to loose respect, but it might also cause him grievous harm at the bullies hands. This was the moment Sparky had been preparing for. True to the magic that Sparky had placed in him, Greg Golem grew fearsome and tried to run to confront Az. But Sparky held up his hand in front of the Golem. “Not yet,” he whispered, “he will come to you. I don’t want you to hit him, just push him across the room, scare him a bit.” The Golem nodded almost imperceptibly. “Oooo, check it out, Sparkles is whispering lies about me,” said Az to his cronies, “I guess he still doesn’t get that I rule this school! I’m just gonna have to teach him a lesson now instead of on Friday!”
It happened very quickly. Az charged, Sparky stepped back, Greg Golem strode forward. Az reared back to punch this meddler, and Greg Golem pushed Az – what seemed to be a small push. Az flew across the room and crashed into the mural that Sparky’s class had been commissioned to paint. The plastic paint jars flew everywhere, luckily their caps were on tight and none spilled. “Wow,” said Sparky. He had read thoroughly about the Golem’s immense strength but he’d never expected that. He decided that this was the moment to reveal Az’ name if ever there was one. “That’s what you get when you mess with the smart kids Azrael!” said Sparky, as Az slipped on the plastic floor covering. “His name’s Azrael, as in the Cat on the Smurfs?!” Suddenly everyone was laughing. The bully of the school had been brought to his knees at last, and by none other than the school’s greatest Artist, Sparky Cobalt! Just then the Art Teacher Mr. Galen B. Sky came running down the hall. He stopped to look at the bumbling bully, but finding the only thing truly hurt was his pride, he turned to look at Sparky.
“Mr. Cobalt, if you and Mr. Golem will please follow me . . .” Uh oh, thought Sparky, now I’m in for it. Nevertheless he motioned to Greg Golem and went to follow the teacher. Greg followed him dutifully. Awe man! thought Sparky, what if they find out that Greg isn’t supposed to be here! They will ask way too many questions, and even if they don’t they will think he is a friend I brought in from the outside to help me with my Bully problem! If they arrest him, he will be taken away from me and then he will fall apart! Sparky suddenly thought of something else. What if they can tell he isn’t real? What if they find out I used magic against a human! Does a Golem count as that? What if I’m forbidden from learning magic anymore, or worse thrown into Magic Prison?! Shimatta, do they HAVE Magic Prison?! Sparky was panicking by the time they got to The Art Studio office. Mr. Sky closed the office door and leaned on the edge of the desk. At first he didn’t say anything, just looked from Sparky to Greg and back at Sparky. If he thinks staring is gonna break me he has another thing coming, Thought Sparky. I didn’t withstand six weeks of Az’ Torture to go down that easily!
At last Mr. Sky spoke. “Wow, Sparky, you really are the next Michelangelo.” Sparky stared. Mr. Sky had never called him by his first name before, and why was he bringing up art when he was supposed to be writing Greg Golem up for fighting? “Honestly if I couldn’t feel all the magical forces coming from ‘Greg’ Golem,” he chuckled, “I’d never have guessed he was less than human.” “What?!” Sparky squeaked, completely taken aback. Mr. Sky had been their Art teacher for two years now and never had he shown any signs of being anything but a human art teacher. Wait a sec, thought Sparky, it was two years ago that Mother told me about Foxfang University . . . “You’re him, aren’t you?” said Sparky aloud. “You’re the recruiter from Foxfang.” Galen laughed. “You’ve hit the nail on the head Sparky! I am glad, proves there are more than dreams in that artist’s mind of yours.” Sparky knew it was the recruiter’s job to keep an eye on all those who had Magical Potential in the school he was sent to. No wonder he’d known Greg’s name! He’d probably been alerted to the Golem’s presence the moment the servant had walked into the school, or had been watching for Sparky in a magic mirror or something.
Then Galen grew grave. “However, it worries me that you chose a Golem to solve your problem. Don’t you know how dangerous they can be? Your ‘friend’ Greg here could have really hurt Az, then where would you be?” “But I told him not to,” said Sparky, “Believe me sir, I read almost everything I could once I decided that a Golem was what I needed. I almost changed my mind twice, once I read about their destructive properties. But I figured out a way to make it work, sir.” “Do tell,” said Galen. “Well sir, I didn’t just use the paper curse method. I used that in conjunction with a spoken Spell, so that even if I wrote out the curse incorrectly, I’d still have complete control over -er- Greg here.” Sparky then took out a Journal and turned it to a page in the middle where he scribbled the words he’d used to awaken Greg Golem. Galen studied it. He began to look impressed. “I see – and just what did you write on the actual curse paper?” “I wrote ‘Protect Sparky Cobalt’, but see because of the spell, he’ll only protect me in a way I see fit. The spell also causes him to last longer than most golems and be smarter than them, right Greg?” Galen’s eyes flew open wide when Greg Golem nodded in agreement and smiled. Galen then smiled at Sparky.
“Mr. Cobalt, you not only have earned yourself a place at Foxfang University, but I’d be very surprised if you haven’t also ensured yourself a place in the Division of Secrets as an Unknown upon graduation. It appears you have solved the Riddle of the Golem!” Galen offered his hand to Sparky with a look on his face like he’d just found the most gifted student on earth for his school. “Congratulations!” Sparky shook Galen’s offered hand. This was the happiest moment of his life and if his Mothers stories were true he knew things could only go up from here.
Teagan Offline: This board is full of nostalgia.
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Missing the old MH: gotta say missing when MH and all that was around.
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Azrael: hold onto your pantaloons
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