For many minutes I played Stafy music (ack, that Sogwood Forest level music) and searched though Random Chat topics. Stumbling across "Tell your story" I basically got the idea to revive this board.

I don't know why the (insert your choice of vulgar word here) I'm doing this, but oh well.

Make a story, post whatever.

Doesn't have to be Catplanet (which I destroyed by falling onto the self-destruct button and falling out of my bed)

Oh yay, it's the S.S. Logwater Map song!! Next I'll probably play Ending 2 and Let's Go... wait what am I doing?

I have a big story in mind, but I'm writing Wildcats. I'll copy the prologue, why not?

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A full moon brightened a grassy clearing. Cats moved in the light, their glossy pelts reflecting the cool, milky light that bathed Fourtrees.

A dusky white shecat with reddish paws padded into the clearing. She gave a slow breath.

"I'm here. You asked me to come, right?"

The cats stopped and looked at her, then parted to reveal a fully red tom, eyes sparkling with the milky light of the moon.
"Whitestar," mewed the tom.

"Redstar," mewed the shecat. "How are you these days?"

"I'm fine," Redstar mewed, licking a paw. "I have a message for you."

"That's why you asked me to come?" Anxiety and excitement filled Whitestar.

What could the message be? Is it an omen?

"Yes," mewed Redstar, placing his groomed paw on the ground. He walked up to Whitestar, gave a small sigh, and whispered in her ear:

"She will be greater than fire, but a storm will fall in her wake of power."

"Her?" questioned Whitestar.

Greater than fire... "Leafkit?"

"Yes," mewed Redstar. "But don't tell her... not just yet, anyway."

A storm will fall. "A storm will fall... a storm will fall..." Whitestar wondered what the storm represented. Fire means Leafkit: No questioning her fiery reddish orange pelt with creamy leaf patterns. But what could  storm mean? Storm could stand for Stormtail, Featherstorm or Whitestorm, or even Stormkit.

Redstar leant forward once more. He whispered, "Be ready, Whitestar. One cat's destiny is to fall when her power holds true, but he will not fall in vain."

He? So it's not Featherstorm... "Wait. Tell me more, please... Redstar!" Whitestar pleaded.

But the red leader was beginning to fade, as the other cats were. The wind howled in the midst of the silence, and it seemed to carry words when Redstar vanished.

Leafkit will be greater than fire. But you must be cautious. Cats will die in these days where her power holds true...

"Cats? Now more... wait! Please! Redstar!" Whitestar called in confusion. But Redstar did not come: the wind howled so very loud, and then her dream faded into a dizzying blackness.

A paw gently prodded Whitestar's side.

Whitestar opened her eyes to see Leafkit. Her brother Stormkit was sleeping in the clump of ferns in one corner of the den. Leafkit's pelt stood out against the faint dark of the den: it almost seemed to glow.

"Mama, I want to go out to play with Patchkit!" Leafkit mewled, her squeaky mew seeming to soothe Whitestar. Patchkit was Leafkit's other brother.

"Yes, you can," sighed Whitestar. Even though Leafkit, Stormkit and Patchkit were her kits, she had given them to another queen to raise for a while when Whitestar became deputy, and then reclaimed the kits when Redstar had died.

The memory of the dream shook Whitestar. It was hard to believe. Would Leafkit really be greater than fire, one of the most feared things in the forest? And what "storm" cat would fall in Leafkit's time of greatness?

Whitestar stared out into the clearing. Leafkit joined Patchkit and Ravenkit, another brother of her. Stormkit still slept in the corner.

When my only daughter becomes powerful, does it mean my reign will be over?

The new fear built up inside her. The dream had not come then. It had been sent seasons ago, when Whitestar was still Whitefur. Every full moon did the dream come back, and Whitestar would say the same things over and again, pleading for more meaning for the prophecy.

"What does it mean..." mewed Whitestar. There was some other meaning to the prophecy she couldn't place her paw one.

She had a feeling it was bad. Worse than that feeling of guilt she'd felt a long time ago, before her kits were even born...

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This is just a snippet, I have yet to do chapter 1.

I don't really like stories about cats, but I can say that your punctuation is better than most of the people in my class "and by the way this is the best smiley. I use it all the time and it means so many different things "
Stealth edit by Isa: You can't beat this: ¯\(O_o)/¯
Second stealth edit by Harumbai: No maybe you're right, ¯\(O_o)/¯

Well, really, I was only putting the prologue on, and no more. When I write the next Wildcats book, I'll put on the prologue of that one. Just Wildcats books prologue chapters will be placed here... and you get it now, right?

YAY!!  I finished the first part of my History of Cakism.  Here it is...

So when god created the world he thought, “Damn, this is a big world.  I can’t do everything by myself.”  And so, he created multiple gods, to work on a specific part of the world while he sat on his big fat lounge chair drinking a mango pineapple smoothie.

One of these gods was known as the Cake God, and, as his name suggests, his field expertise is cake.  One day, those pesky mortals came up to him and shouted, "WE WANT CAKE!! WE WANT CAKE!!"  Had he been prepared, all of them would have already drowned in icing.  But he was not, and thus he was left with his green tea ice cream cake.

The Cake God needed to protect what was left of his cake, so he hid it a cave.  The Cave God helped him assemble one in 5 minutes, and it’s been around for thousands of years.  Of course the green tea ice cream cake has long melted, but if you lick the floor you can still taste it.  He put the cake where he thought nobody would find it, but still a few people found it.  Luckily the Cake God was somewhat smart, and so he hired some guards and set a few traps.  Unfortunately, due to the economic crisis, the cave isn’t that big.  Gods still have to pay for things too.  Apparently no one who went in never came out.  They're bodies rotted in the cave, but because people are looking for new fossil fuel sites, the cave is relatively clean.

Centuries later, mortals found another of the Cake God's caves, this one made from remains of a vanilla cake.  

The cave was magnificent.  The walls were smothered with the soothing scent of vanilla.  It was a relaxing and quiet place, and the men who came could hear their footsteps echo softly.  Engraved on the arched ceiling were images of all the ancient gods.  They formed a circle around another god, carved in greater and more detailed.  A solitary fountain stands in the vast space of the cave, dried vanilla covering up most of the fountain’s detailed carving.   Dried up, the fountain stood, forever frozen in time.

But the most amazing thing was the statue of the Cake God sitting in his throne.  He was huge.  He shone with radiance so great the sun would have been blinded.  He was fat.  In his left hand was the staff that was rumored to have created the world.  In his right hand, was a mango pineapple smoothie.

Actually the entire plot has already been planned, now I'm trying to make it sound interesting and all the jazz~~ :]  The next part should be about a 5th crusade and how the Cake God tries to control the world with his cakist minions.  There will also be a small teeny weeny segment on the history of D52's internet campaign, how he was pwned by the cake god, and how he was reincarnated into d52. :]

Wahaha.  Its gonna be epic...

I hope you succeed.
Part 1 of Big Story: Presenting SKY!!

"Sound the alarm!!"
"Intruders!"
"We're under attack!"

The shouts were carried around the tiny cloud kingdom of Cattera. Shadowy figures began to grab all of the cizitiens. Each Catteran held mysterious powers, which is why the figures were after them.

The ones nearst Lotchi were holding off the figures, but the defense was weakening.
"Lotchi! You have to get out of here!" cried one.
"What?"
"Hurry! Run!" cried another.
"But... I'm no coward! I can't just run and hide!" Lotchi protested.

Suddenly the defense was broken. The figures grabbed the soldiers, and then tried to grab Lotchi. But she was too quick: escaping into the lower part, she jumped out the window and into a rainbow in Skydye. Following the fluffy clouds and rainbows, she ended up in Coreplace. Lotchi then sealed herself in the Core for a few years, hoping the danger would pass...

But no. They found her. Lotchi broke out of the seal and ran. But an attack hit the Core, and the shards shattered. The figures were killed, and Lotchi fell and tumbled into the sea. A year passed. Lotchi washed onto a beach.

Meanwhile...

"OK, Kallia, I'm just going to walk around the beach," Klonoa said.
"Beware of the crabs!" his sister warned.
"I'll be fine. I haven't lost my zap."
"But they can sneak up on you," Kallia pointed out. "You aren't the alertst Mousika around here."
"Yeah, yeah. See you," Klonoa headed out of his house.

The sun was beginning to set. It cast blood-red rays onto the sea.
"So beautiful..." Klonoa breathed. He began to count seashells.

Suddenly, something floated onto the horizon. A blue forked thing.
"What's that?" Klonoa asked. He'd noticed from counting the shells. He searched for a stick, and grabbed a long flaky one. He used the stick to prod the forked thing away from the Mt. Spike currents and when it was in reach, grabbed it and pulled.

"Urrrrrgh! It's so heavy!" Klonoa gasped. Suddenly it slipped out of the water, and a wave of salty spray was kicked up.

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Something poked Lotchi's tail. It was poked again, and again, stirring Lotchi away from the currents.
What's that?

Suddenly her tail was grasped. She was tugged and pulled.
I'm running out of air!

Lotchi let herself go loose, and was pulled out of the water. A wave crashed on her.
"Owowowooow!!!" something cried, muffled by the water in Lotchi's ears. Silence, and Lotchi tried to force herself out of her blank state. But nothing happened.

"Hey, wake up." Something prodded her.
"Hey, you all right? So wake up!" came the voice.

Lotchi's vision blurred, a horrible face flashing in her head.
Ow... stop it! Stop poking me!

A beach was in her view. Lotchi pushed up on her paws: but her legs seemed to give way.
"Whoa, steady there." More paws grasped around her sides.
What? Who's that? She turned her head, a yellow black-striped Skylian of some sort staring anxiously at her.
You're not a Cattern.
"It might be better if you sat down, you know?" said the Skylian.
Hey. I'm not to be ordered around! But Lotchi was confused: he hadn't heard a single word!

"So what's your name, huh?" The Skylian asked.
My name...? I... wait... what... what was I called... uh... She shrugged.
"What?! You really don't remember?"

He knows!
The Skylian gave a sigh: "Well, I'm Klonoa, and I'm a Mousika... see?"
What's a Mousika?
"You... don't know what a Mousika is?"
No. I don't.
"Well, I've never seen a Catteran! But I'm seen them in stories."
Stories? What are those?
Klonoa knocked her head. "It must be so empty in there."
What?! How dare he!
"Maybe Kallia will know..."
Who's that?
"Come on." Klonoa got up and walked off.
I'll guess I'll follow... Lotchi gave a sigh.

But... who am I? I wonder... Wait a sec.
Klonoa hadn't really paid attention to what she'd said! How could that be?

To be continued.

My best one so far, written last year.

“Mum, my pen is running out of ink!” I cried.

          â€œThen, just go to Bukit Panjang Plaza and buy another one!” That was the harsh reply that came out of my mother’s mouth.

          That dialogue would be etched in my mind forever, up until the day when I die. If I had followed my mother’s advice to not trust strangers, the horrifying incident, which sends shivers down my spine every time I think of it, would never have happened.

          I was going to Bukit Panjang Plaza to buy some new pens. The street was very busy as I walked down Bukit Panjang Ring Road on my way to the mall. After about twenty-five minutes, I finally arrived at Bukit Panjang Plaza. As I had just moved in from Hillview, I was unfamiliar with the mall. I wandered around, searching for a stationery shop when I realised that a man was following me. I walked faster, hoping that he would lose me in the crowd and stop following me.

          Unfortunately, that did not happen. He came up to me and asked, “Do you know where The Petals is?”

          â€œYes! That was where I used to live.” I replied.

          â€œCan you show me how to go there?” he said.

          â€œOkay. First, you turn left onto Bukit Panjang Ring Road. Then, you turn left onto Upper Bukit Timah Road. Conti––” I began, but I was cut off by the man.

          â€œCan you get into my van to show me the say, please? I cannot remember the directions if you tell me right now.” The man said.

          His response startled me. Could I do it? Could I trust him?

          My mother’s voice echoed in my head, “Never ever, ever trust strangers under any circumstances.” This was something that she had warned me many times before.

          I looked at the man again. He seemed harmless enough, with his flashy blue eyes and dark brown hair, almost looking like my uncle. How could I not trust him.

          Ignoring my mother’s advice, I agreed with the man. We walked down to the basement park. The man then used a key to unlock a small van.

          Out of the blue, he grabbed me and shoved me into the van, frightening me.

          â€œIt’s too late, little boy. You will not live to see tomorrow. You are going to take a nice little drive around Singapore to my house, but you won’t be coming out again. He bellowed and dragged me into the back of the van where another man was waiting. I did not dare to fight for fear that the kidnappers might have a weapon, so I just kept quiet and hoped that someone would see us, but no one did.

          The second man looked like a real devil. He had a really long beard and stinky breath that smelt like rotten eggs and resembled a pirate.

          He tossed a gunny sack over me and dragged me inside the van. The two men then closed the rear door and locked it. Then they went to the front seat and started the engine.

          Regret filled my mind. I asked an uncountable number of questions to myself, but none of those had answers.

          â€œWhy had I followed that man?”

          â€œWhy had I ignored my mother’s advice?”

          â€œWhy was I so foolish?”

          â€œWhy? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?”

          â€¦â€¦

          The men drove away from the mall. I was frozen with fear. Relax, I told myself. If I pretended that I was sleeping, the men might leave me here. I pretended to sleep and tried to stay calm but I could not do so. Just then, I heard my handphone ringing.

          â€œOh no! I forgot to switch the phone to silent mode! I’m surely going to die…” I said in my heart.

          When my captors heard my hone ringing, they slammed on the brakes and parked at the side of the road. Mr. Devil, which was the nickname that I gave for the second man, opened the rear door. He searched my pockets thoroughly and found my phone. I watched, my mouth gaped open in horror, as Mr Devil snatched away my phone and threw it away into a nearby drain. Tears welled up in my eyes as my phone flew away, and landed––SMACK––in a drain. Mr Devil had the opposite reaction––he was ecstatic––probably because there was no way for me to be rescued. I felt determined to prove him wrong.

          One hour later, I felt the van turn right. It screeched to a halt beside an isolated house in the middle of a forest.

          Mr Devil opened the rear door and called gruffly, “Get out, or else…”

          I did what the man told me to do. He pushed me, hitting me every few seconds. It simply meant pure torture––torture that one could not possibly tolerate for more than a few minutes.
          When we went into Mr Devil’s house, he took out a handkerchief from his pockets.

          â€œBreathe into this.” He commanded me.

          From what I had learnt during my Science lesson, I knew that was chloroform. I knew about the liquid and its effects, and how come criminals and kidnappers use it to make people unconscious. I tried to hold my breath, but Mr Devil noticed it. He slapped me on my face, arms, body and legs. He was so strong that my skin broke and fresh blood flowed out of it, like a small stream. I did not want to be slapped my Mr Devil again, so I had no choice but to inhale the chloroform.

          I began to feel drowsy and say illogical stuff while the man and Mr Devil tied and gagged me up on a chair in a small room. I heard a click on the door before I blacked out.

          The next thing I knew, the room was totally dark except for the moonlight coming in from the windows. I could hear Mr Devil and the other man talking to each other in the next room.

          â€œWhat do you plan to do to him, Lucius?” Mr Devil asked.

          I froze. Lucius was my uncle!

          â€œWell, he’s Alice’s son, and…” Lucius began.

          â€œSo what, Lucius? What is wrong with kidnapping your nephew? It doesn’t matter who we take!” Mr Devil replied, rather harshly.

          â€œBut Kong Kong, I…” my uncle stammered.

          â€œWhat??!!” my mind screamed at me. I could not believe that my captors were the Terrifying Twosome. They were infamous for killing many children and teenagers. I had no idea that Hong and Kong, as how the newspapers referred to them, were my uncle and Kong Kong!

          I continued to listen to my captors.

          â€œHey, Lucius. I think that your nephew can hear us.” Kong Kong spoke.

          â€œThat’s impossible! We gave him enough chloroform to make him unconscious for fifteen hours. It’s not even ten hours yet. How could  he ever wake up?” my uncle reassured Kong Kong.

          â€œSo? You can’t tell for sure.” Argued Kong Kong.

          Soon, they started arguing.

I told myself, “This is my golden chance. I have to escape, but how?”

          First, I tried wiggling myself out but the rope was tied up in such as way that it would not free itself easily. Then, I tried jumping around, hoping to free myself. I moved my legs and my body, and I jiggled forward. My heart was palpitating vigourously. Beads of cold sweat dotted my forehead.

          â€œWould I be discovered?” I wondered.

          I was glancing around nervously when I suddenly was able to move my left arm. I looked down and noticed that due to my movement, for some unknown reason, the rope had loosened, but I knew that it was not the end of the ordeal yet. I could hear my uncle next door talk about checking me.

          Instinctively, I knew I had to free myself. To my surprise, it was easy and soon I was standing in the room without ropes to bound me to my chair. Then, I knew that I had to get out of the room. The windows were made of glass and were big enough for me to climb through. I picked up the chair and heaved it against the window. The window immediately shattered.
        
          â€œHey, little boy! Come back!” my uncle shouted. I saw him standing in the doorway with Kong Kong. At lightning speed, I climbed out through the window and ran to the right, with my captors hot on my trail. The scene reminded me of the  suspense stories that I loved reading, only now that I was the main character, and I might not get rescued.

          Suddenly, a raindrop fell on my head. Thunder rumbled in the distance, signalling imminent rain. I had to ignore what Mrs Chin had taught me about lightning because I had Hobson’s choice, which was to run straight through the forest. Soon, merciless rain started pouring down in torrents. I was caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. The sky was so dark that I could not see anything.

          To make matters worse, I was in a forest, so I had to rely on luck and a good memory to guide me.

          Out of the blue, a light bulb flashed above my head. I told myself to turn left since I had been running in a straight line starting from the right of the house, and the van had been going in a straight line ever since it turned right into the forest.

          I turned to the left. Kong Kong and my uncle were closing in on me, fast. I used my remaining energy to push myself to my limits.

          After a minute of continuous running and huffing and puffing, I saw some headlights in the distance.

          I yelled between my breaths, “Help!!”

          Kong Kong and Lucius warned, “We run faster than you. Quit yelling and running. You’ll die anyway.”
          I ignored them and continued running with all my might. When I reached the road, I dashed across to the other side and into a block of HDB flats.

          â€œOuch!”

          I looked behind and saw that my captors  had tripped. Taking advantage of this, I found a phone booth and dialled 999.

I gave the police a good description of my captors and their names, and my location. The police officer told me that they would come shortly.

          Two minutes later, I heard the wailing of sirens. Kong Kong and Lucius were already running away but, all of a sudden, two police officers appeared and arrested them. They were handcuffed while I called my parents on the police officer’s phone to let them know that I was safe. I heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that justice had finally been served to the kidnappers.

          My parents came to fetch me a few minutes later. When I saw them, I ran towards them. My parents gave me a big hug. Apologies tumbled out of my mouth, but my parents did not scold me. They only heaved a sigh of relief as they knew that I was safe.

          Criminals and kidnappers might be on the loose, but it is not difficult to prevent the from doing what they want. Even if the stranger seems ‘harmless’, in actual fact, he or she may be harmful, and the best thing to do is not to trust them.

          Remember, crime prevention is not just the police’s responsibility, it is everyone’s.

Nice story.


Somewhat, I've made Lotchi, Klonoa and Kallia into human-like forms, and the story now focuses mostly on Lotchi from her point of view.

Part 2:

          Klonoa knocked on the door of a small hut tucked in a mossy alcove away from the salty waves of the beach.

          "Hey! Kallia!" he called though a small hole in the door.
          A rough, female voice sounded a moment later: "Yeah, yeah, just shut it so I can get there and open the door! Just stay where you are!"

          What a rough voice! I thought. Wouldn't Klonoa's sister have a much more subtle voice? Why the hoarse attitude?

          The door swung open. Kallia stood at the door: she had intense hazel eyes that seemed to burn into me. She was much taller than Klonoa: her looks were identical, the same catrabbity shape, but where Klonoa's fur was black, hers was a reddish pink, and she wore goggles and a headband instead of a hat with a Pacman.

          "Who's this, now?" she asked, staring at Klonoa now. He didn't even flinch as he met his sister's burning gaze. He's had a lot of experience, I thought, and she's his sister.

          "She didn't tell me her name." he answered.
          "What?! You mean you didn't ask her!"
          "It's not like that! She doesn't remember, for crying out loud!"

          Kallia's gaze swept across him and me: a small puzzled flicker in her eyes told me she was definitely confused. The sun hid behind a cloud, and an icy wind pierced me, and I shivered.

          "Oh what's the deal, of you two..." she glared at me. "The both of you! I can sometimes never understand what you get into!" she glared at Klonoa. "As for you..." she pointed at me. "...Well, I shan't bother! Yeesh, the heck of it. Come in."

          Klonoa shrugged, and followed Kallia. I hesitated, then followed. Maybe this pair could help me recover my lost memory. I blink, then something weird seems to flash. What was that? I shrug. Probably no big deal.

          The hut was plain white walls, a couple of windows, shelves of food, berries, buckets of stream water, and books, a large table with five chairs, and a small radio.

          Kallia sat down at one of the chairs, Klonoa on the chair opposite. I grabbed the seat next to him, and his gaze darted away from me.

          "So," began Kallia. "What's the story? Where'd ya find her?" she glared at Klonoa.
          "The beach," Klonoa explained. "I saw something floating on the surface of the water, and I used a stick to prod it near so I could pull it out. If I hadn't, she'd be killed in the waterfall."

          You saved me! I thought.

          "Well, then," Kallia glared at me. "I guess you should be thankful. Oh, whatever! So you really don't know your name? Or even how to talk?"

          I shook my head.

          "That would have to be a big fall. I guess somewhere on a mountain... or the Higher Skies? You don't remember anything at all?"

          Once again, I shook my head.

          Kallia gave a sigh, then seemed to notice something on me. Leaning close, she grabbed my arm, and ripped a bag off me. Klonoa watched in silence. Kallia opened the bag's latch and pulled out a hammer with colorful crayon patterns and "L" inscribed on each side.

          "You have a hammer, and a shrinking bag," she explained. "So you must come from the Higher Skies! Catterans are known for their hammer skills and making these sorts of bags." For once she didn't sound hoarse. Kallia must've been an extreme researcher. "So you must have the power of transforming too."

          I gave a doubtful look. Transforming? How? Klonoa opened his mouth to speak, but the radio switched itself on.

          "Blip beep blip. Reports of fallen orbs have crashed on various places on the Lower Skies and the Water Skies. Blip beep blip beeeeep."

          "Why not?" asked Klonoa. "It'll be fun!"
          Kallia shrugged. "I don't see why not... wait a minute 'ere!"
          Me and Klonoa stared.
          "We've had many comet crashes, but orbs? It's possible. The Core's orbs have crashed here."
          "WHAT?!" Klonoa screeched. "Then we must find them right now! The world's calamities with accelerate in damage even more!" He raced out of the door.
          "Hurry up," Kallia said to me. She handed me the hammer and bag. I followed her and Klonoa.

          After minutes of traveling, we came upon a scary mountain. Thunder raked the peak of the mountain.
          "Welcome to Mt. Thunder," Klonoa said. "An orb's crashed here: see the smoke?"
          I looked up. A wave of light smoke weaved though the skies.
          "Hopefully Zap isn't awake," Kallia said. She must've noticed my expression, because she gave another lecture: "Zap is one of a trio of legendary birds living in the Neutral Skies in the mountains. No bird is known in Mt. Spike. Ice thribes Mt. Freeze on Frozen Island. Molt lives in the volcano of Mt. Blaze. Everyone fears that place will erupt."
          "I sure hope it won't!" Klonoa cried. "Remember last time? Kolka was killed by that lava! Poor guy..." Klonoa looked really downy. I guess Kolka was his brother.

          "Argh. Mourning him won't get him back. Come on," Kallia said, walking towards a spiky ravine. I followed, surprised. Didn't Kallia mourn Kolka? Maybe she did but didn't want to show it. Or maybe she'd gotten over it.

          Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed. I shivered. Was the mountain as dangerous as it seemed? Faint footsteps revealed that not many people came here. And some footprints didn't come back this way. Either they took a different path, or were killed. By Zap? The thought sent fear down me.

          Will we die too? Like them?

To be continued.

@catta: lol yeah, set in my neighbourhood with real places and real roads (bukit timah road, etc)

Here's a different version of Sky:

Long ago, in the lands of Lutria, off the shores of the North Sea, there was an island called Ritcha Island. The people of this land were enslaved to work under Argaan the King and his cruel swordsmaid daughter Kurta.

One of the slaves was a pretty cat-human named Lotchi. Her fur was snow-white, with clear blue eyes that twinkled like Star Lake at night. Her clothes were worn and tattered from hard work, and her hands were nicked and cut from the larbour as well.

In the food storage, Kurta was practising her sword skills. She commanded at Lotchi and a rabbit-human named Drewfo, "Wha' 're you stan'in' 'round for, ya scabs? Get me m' sabre!" Her tone was harsh. Lotchi held out the sheath she was carrying to Kurta: carelessly the princess drew the knife and nicked Lotchi's hand. She darted out of the way, dropping the sheath. Kurta began to cut the food: the turnips, the apples, as she swung her mighty sword. It was very heavy, a hard sword to carry, but slaves were trained to carry it so they could take it to whoever needed it.

Suddenly a blow darted toward Drewfo. The poor slave was frightened, silently screaming. Lotchi quickly grabbed some of the food and threw it at the blade of the sword. Kurta snarled, "An' wh't yo' be doin' now?" she glared at Lotchi and aimed a blow.

Then the door was slammed open, pebbles cracked and one of the door's hinges fell off. Kurta's brother Adder glared at the two slaves with a very weird smirk that didn't match the glare in his red eyes.
"Kin' w'nts to s'e yo' now s's," he spoke.

"Wh'rt? You b' tellin' tales 'bout m', now!" Kurta yelled. Throwing away her sword, she marched out the door. Adder glared at Lotchi and Drewfo, and growled, "Yo' be cleanin' up no', or els'," then marched out of the door. Drewfo gave a sigh of relief.

"Thanks for savin' me t'ere," he commented. "No problem," Lotchi said, her voice like honey. "Now let's clean up before Adder tells on us." Drewfo nodded, then grabbed the sword and pulled it into the sheath. Lotchi picked up the scarps of food and put them in a sack and racked the wet ones on food pegs that hung the food from a thin wire.

"This is no life for me," Lotchi sighed. "Slavery doesn't fit me."
"Your not slav'born," Drewfo pointed out. "It don't fit you not matt'r what."
As far as Lotchi knew, she'd been kidnapped by Ritcha soldiers to work a life of hard larbour in the Island. But she had no idea of where she'd been taken from, and the soldiers never told her a word.

"So I organized something," Lotchi whispered. "Shell and Welfor are helping build the escape boat. I'll soon escape this horrible life."
Drewfo's eyes widened: "But the King 'ill catch you befor' you'll escap'!"

Then some Ritcha soldiers came in the door. They inspected the room before the leader said: "You young 'uns did a go'd 'ob, now g' do 'or othe' work." Drewfo went out, but before Lotchi could follow, the leader stopped her. "Not you, missy." Then he snapped at the soldiers, "Tak' her to th' punishment cages!" the soldiers obeyed and grabbed Lotchi and began to drag her away. "Buildin' a boat to escap'? You t'ink we're idiots?" the leader snared. Drewfo watched with wide eyes helplessly as Lotchi was taken away.

Am I the only one keeping this alive? Evan, where are your stories? And Orca, do you have more on the history of Cakism? I have more of Sky (second) and a preview of Wildcats: Brightspirit's Path.

The Weird Guy – Final Draft

“Ring! Ring!” The school bell rang. In my mind, I screamed with excitement. It was a searing hot Monday afternoon, no dark clouds were in favour of us and our very boring supplementary lesson had just ended.

“Hey, Lester! Do you want to come to my house?” I nudged my best friend on his shoulder.

“Okay!” he replied gleefully. I was thinking about all the fun that I would be having with Lester. Nothing about weird people or mysterious men was in my mind.

Kaelan was directly in front of us as we, laughing madly and chatting animatedly, walked down the steps to Gate Three. When we reached the foot of the stairs, Kaelan and I went in different directions; Kaelan turned right to the bus stop beside our school while Lester and I went left, to the overpass, to take our bus on the other side of the road.

As Lester and I walked up the overpass stairs, I took a look over my shoulder and saw something very weird and unusual. A tall man with long, stringy hair, wearing black clothes and trousers, was loitering at the bus stop near to Kaelan. It was the weirdest thing that I had ever seen in our lives so we decided to watch. Lester insisted on using my camera-phone to take a video, but I was against his idea, saying that if we did, the “mystery guy” was sure to notice it after a few moments, and who knows what would happen after that.

One minute later, Kaelan’s bus arrived. As Kaelan boarded the bus, our “mystery guy” turned tail and ran away in a flash, like an Olympic sprinter. Two seconds ago, he was at the bus stop. Now, try as we might, we could not find a hint of our “mystery guy” and Kaelan had already boarded the bus like on any other normal day, unaware of the action that had just happened recently.

“Look, there’s our bus!” I exclaimed, pointing to a bendy bus that was turning into our bus stop. Like the “mystery guy” we ran like two Ferraris racing each other to our bus and rushed in just as the doors were closing.

In the cool interior of the bus, we sat down and discussed what we had just seen. After a few minutes, we became tired of saying “mystery guy” over and over again, so we named him “John Doe”.
The next day, I went home by myself as Lester had tuition. I took one look at the bus stop Kaelan was at, and saw John Doe, or maybe his twin brother, if he had one, again. This time he was doing funny poses at the bus stop, and was dressed in a very long white T-shirt and very short pink pants. In the distance, it appeared that John Doe was running for a bus, but, up close, a split second glance at John Doe was enough to tell you that he was either drunk or had a mental illness. After a while, the overwhelming urge to erupt in a fit of laughter was almost unbearable as the man continued to do funny stuff. He was in plain view of Kaelan, but Kaelan apparently had no reaction to the man’s bizarre behaviour, which made it even more curious.

Eventually, I grew tired of trying to resist my urge to laugh, and ran away. Even so, memories of the peculiar behaviour of John Doe doing funny stuff mentally replayed itself every so often and occasionally made me erupt into a fit of giggles with people staring at me like I was an alien from Planet Fifty-One or something.

“Why was the man loitering around Kaelan, and not other people at the bus stop such as Charles, Si Yong, Chuan Hui or Zeith?”
“Why is his behaviour so odd?”

Many more questions without answers popped up in my mind.

On the third day, Lester and I decided to get to the bottom of “The Mystery of John Doe and Kaelan”, and came to my house again. I opened the door to my apartment, and we walked in, armed with new information about our John Doe.

We keyed in everything we knew onto search engines but it returned nothing for Bing, and a bunch of stuff that was totally irrelevant to what we were looking for with Google and other search engines.

A few minutes later, I went to the kitchen to get some drinks. As I was going back, I took a quick look at a newspaper dated two days ago. The headlines screamed, “Lim Hon Kong still missing after two-month search”. There was a huge paragraph about him and a mugshot. I was intrigued and read the full article. It said that Lim Hon Kong was a criminal wanted in both Malaysia and Singapore, and he had committed all sorts of crimes, from pickpocketting to the unsuccessful murder of eleven-year-old Winslow Cheong the year before. Following that, I took a look at the mugshot. The face that met me was extraordinarily familiar to John Doe except that his curly hair was not long. I skipped back to my room, squealing with delight at my find, fully convinced that Lim Hon Kong was our mystery guy, John Doe.

On Thursday, when I was on the overpass, I glanced at Kaelan again. Hon Kong was there, as usual, but he was directly behind Kaelan this time. I watched as he, skillfully and cautiously, used his long hands to pickpocket Kaelan’s pocket. I raced to our school’s security guard in record time and told him what I had just perceived. We went to the bus stop and caught Hon Kong red-handed, who was so engrossed in pickpocketting Kaelan’s pocket that he was totally unaware of his surroundings. I called the police.

A few minutes later, a neighbourhood patrol car came and took Hon Kong into custody. As he entered the squad car, he looked at us in the eye, with a defiant, almost insolent look on his face. He was impertinent, but we didn’t care. All we cared about was that Hon Kong would hopefully be brought to justice.

Within a week, I received a certificate of commendation from the police force for my righteous act. Several other questions were answered too, including the reason behind Hon Kong’s weird behaviour and Kaelan not being amused at Hon Kong. Hon Kong was an alcoholic, which explained his weird behaviour, and Kaelan had seen drunk people behaving in the same way many times when he walked past the pub on his way home, so he was not amused by Hon Kong’s behaviour.

Done by: Sun Hanchen (34)  |    6 Diligence’10 ^^

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---The Lunatic – Draft 2~

My teacher, Mr Soh, taught me lots of stuff, like English, Mathematics and Physical Education, but he did not teach us what to do if two thugs with knives tried to kidnap me.

It was Friday, the 2nd of October, right after Children’s Day. As I was woken up from my peaceful slumber by the shrill ringing of my alarm clock, my dreamland of fairies, brownies and pixies vanished. It was another day of school.

“Duhh…I hate school! I hate teachers and I hate Tim!” I lamented, while dragging my sleepy self to the table to eat my breakfast. I took a quick glance at the clock. It was right after six fifteen. I had twenty minutes to eat my breakfast, take a shower and do all the normal things people do when they wake up.

It was already thirty-six minutes past six when I finally took my first step out of the house. “The bus would be coming in four…no…it would be coming in who knows how many minutes.” I thought. My bus was never punctual. When I was early it came late. When I was late it was early!

As I walked through the HDB blocks to the bus stop, rain suddenly started pouring down in torrents. I rushed under the apartments to take refuge against Mother Nature’s awesome power. Under the cover of the apartment buildings, I continued walking.

A gentle tap on my shoulder startled me when I was almost at the  bus stop. I turned around to meet the most undesirable sight that I had ever seen in the twelve years that I had existed on Planet Earth. I saw a man, which I estimated to be in his late eighties or early nineties,  He did not speak to me, he just held out his hand, which I assumed to be the fact that he was asking me for some money. Being a kind person, I took out a one-dollar coin from my wallet and gave it to the man. He was just about to receive it when the unimaginable happened.

“Hey, look! There’s an UFO over there! Look! The aliens are coming to invade Planet Earth! Help!” the man pointed up to the sky. I, who did not believe that UFOs existed, simply looked up into the pink, cloudy sky, but all I could see was rain. Following that, the man shouted some nonsensical stuff before he started rolling on the floor crazily.

Jeong Bin, the only other person at the bus stop, was almost the most timid person in Primary Six. Seeing the sight of the “crazy man”, he immediately ran away and hid behind some shrubs. I rushed to calm the man down, but to no avail.

Just then, I recognized the man. He closely resembled Tan Ah Meng, a lunatic that had escaped from the Kwan Asylum three years ago and everyone was looking for him.

After taking a long, good look at him when he had finally stopped rolling around and was sitting as still as a robot that had been turned off on the benches, I fished out my handphone and tried to call the police but not before the bus arrived. The driver did not stop for me and continued driving. As I was just about to press ‘call’ when Ah Meng snatched the phone away from my hand and threw it around like a ball. Being the best basketball player in school I jumped and grabbed my phone and turned on its speaker. When the dispatcher answered, I screamed my words into the phone, at the same time keeping it out of the lunatic’s reach.

Five minutes later I saw a patrol car arriving. Two police officers got out and handcuffed Ah Beng. Ah Beng tried to put up a fight by attempting to kick the police officers but the officers, who were far stronger than him, restrained him and stopped him from kicking. By then, a crowd of passers-by had gathered around the bus stop. I looked around, red-faced, like I was the one in trouble.

Soon, Ah Beng was brought to the police car. The officers returned me the one-dollar coin that Ah Beng had taken from me and drove off with Ah Beng in the back. As the police car made a turn, I saw him make a monkey face at me, then do some weird stuff with his head. The crowd soon began to dispersed and I was the only one at the bus stop again.

The next bus only arrived twenty minutes later, at five minutes past seven. I was going to be invested as the level leader for Primary Six but since I arrived in school late, my opportunity was gone and I had never been anything more important than a prefect after since.

Done by: Sun Hanchen (34)
6 Diligence’10
1st February 2010

Whoa... good stories.

THE CAT

“What are we doing?” I queried.

“I’m not going to tell you right now.” My best friend, Clarine, responded, with a wink.

“It’s to create a bit of mystery and excitement,” she added.

In the pitch-black of the night, Clarine and I were hiding, low in the bushes. When we moved, we crawled, so as not to be seen easily. This was the first time that I had done this with her. I had no idea what we were doing, nor did I have any idea where we were going.

When we reached a fence, Clarine stopped.

“Now we are––” Clarine began.

“What? We’re going to climb through this fence?” I asked, a bit unsure about whether it was real or a dream.

“Yeah, of course we are!” Clarine retorted, but keeping her voice low.

Clarine went into the bushes and looked around for any passers-by. When she was sure that the area was safe, she took out a step-ladder and placed it against the fence.

“W…wh…what are we doing?” I stammered.

“We’re going to steal Mr Joshua’s cat. Now that you are lost in this territory, I’m sure that you’re not going to turn back,” Clarine hissed at me.

I was in a total state of shock. Kill Mr Joshua’s cat? Why would Clarine want to do that? Besides, why did she force me to come along? Was she crazy?

A few minutes later, Clarine had reached the other side of the fence, and was sitting on top of a piece of wood placed on the fence. There was a two-metre drop to the ground. Clarine looked around one more time, then motioned to me to follow her. I had an overwhelming urge to run away, but like Clarine said  before I went on this ordeal, she was the only person that was familiar with this territory, often referred to by other people as “Area Fifty-Two”.

Unenthusiastically, I climbed up the ladder and jumped to the other side. We were now in the backyard of Mr Joshua’s giant mansion. I could see the silhouette of his house looming over me.

Everything was quiet. There as no sound; even the cicadas were not chirping. Mr Joshua had to be sleeping soundly on the third floor. His cat, which was black, was famous for his “meow”. The cat’s name was Cat and when Cat saw anyone, he would hiss at the person, and would often try to bite him or her, but Mr Joshua would not stop Cat. Instead, he continued ambling along as if nothing was happening.

Clarine gestured to  me to follow her. Warily, I did so. As we got nearer and nearer to the mansion, it got bigger and bigger. Soon, we reached the back door. To my absolute surprise, Clarine got out a key from her pocket and opened it!

“Where did you get that from?” I interrogated.

“What, the key? I got the key when I was walking behind Mr Joshua two days ago and he dropped one of his spare ones and I picked it up,” Clarine replied, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

When we stepped inside the mansion, it was so dark that we could not see anything. We had to wait for five minutes for our eyes to be accustomed to the dark. We hid behind some potted plants and waited, tense. Five minutes later, Clarine checked her watch and told me that it was one minute and one second past one in the morning. Mr Joshua typically slept at half past eleven, so we were sure that he would be asleep by now.

Creeping down the hallway, we could only see things in black-and-white. Eventually, though, we could make out the shape of a cat. Running, though on tiptoe to cut down on the noise made, we made towards the cat. When we reached the cat, we could clearly see that it was Cat, Mr Joshua’s cat.

“Han Chen, you watch out for any strange and unusual noises or movements. I’ll carry the basket,” Clarine told me, then whispered me her plan.

We were supposed to carry the cat out of the house and let it free in the woods behind the mansion. We wanted to teach Mr Joshua a lesson, though we were very sure that sooner or later, we would be caught.

Just as we were about to open the front door, a booming voice threatened to shock us out of our minds.

“Hey thieves! What are you doing here? What happened to Cat?” Mr Joshua yelled.

Clarine was prepared for this and she quickly dropped Cat and the basket behind a plant.

“Cat? Who’s Cat? We don’t know any person called Cat,” I pretended to be confused.

“Don’t act silly, little boy. I was watching you all the time, from the time you opened the back door of my mansion, till the time you walked to that door,” Mr Joshua apprehended.

I was stuck. I had no idea what to say. I could only say a weak “sorry” to Mr Joshua, but he did not seem to forgive us. The tall figure signalled us to come with him. We did, but without Cat. We were figuring that once Mr Joshua found out that Cat was safe, he would let us go. But Lady Luck was not on our side. He hit us and punched us in the stomach, before locking us in the attic. By then, we were so sleepy that we fell into a deep sleep. But we did not sleep for long, however. Half an hour later, we were in handcuffs, sitting in the back of a patrol car, on the way to what everyone called the Building of Death: the police station.

We were brought into a interview room and interrogated by two officers, with our parents, looking gloomy, beside us. After some questioning, we admitted that we wanted to steal Cat because we hated him. The police officers then gave us a stern warning not to do it again, and our names were keyed into the computer. My wish of being a criminal record-free person was annihilated.

At home, my parents caned me again, till my buttocks bled, and gave me another stern lecture on the same topic. After that, I was sent to my room, not allowed to have dinner for that night, and grounded for a month. Mr Joshua was also warned not to let Cat behave in such an unsatisfactory manner in public.

We never got over the shock of that day and even now, when I see a cat, not only a black cat, but any cat, memories of that fateful day came into my mind.

Done by: Sun Hanchen
6 Diligence’2010
Zhenghua Primary School.

A competition entry with 1119 words and five pages in MS Word.

Luventea Adventure~The Frozen Island of Luventea

A bolt of lightning pierced the deep blackness I saw. Many bolts of terror surged though my unconsciousness, fish swimming, only visible as shadows and bubbles from their lips. Pain surged as the bolts hit my vision. I only saw the black depths of the water, the bolts and the fish and their little bubbles. Suddenly they all faded into rainbows and everything went dark. Moments later I was soaked, out of water, on ground. But a dark wave hit me and darkness overcame me once more.

Suddenly I was shaken by a strange object. I opened my blurry eyes, and the bluest of skies surrounded a frosty, pine forest landscape. The water was nowhere near me if you didn't count the water that soaked me to my skin. Mountains were distant to the forest, but one mountain in particular, frozen and icy, stooped over me. I saw some yellow, red and green thing in front of me, but because of the blurriness of my vision I could not see it properly. Muffled voices and sounds weaved into my waterlogged ears.

Suddenly the blurriness escaped my sights. The yellow thing spiraled to a yellow mouse creature, green bandana with red cheeks and curious eyes. I stared with shock: what was this creature? And what was this place?

"Are you okay?" It asked. It was a small voice, somewhat timid-sounding, and sounding like a child's voice, a boy's voice, but no sound of mouse tones. I struggled to faintly nod - to even move was very painful. My body was frozen.

"You don't look like it," the mouse said again. "Are you sure?" I gave a small sigh as a reply - my vocal cords were extremely frozen.

"Can you get up?" said the mouse again. I struggle but fall back. My body was definitely frozen. The mouse gave a sigh. Suddenly the dark wave hit again and I fell back into the state of blackness. When I woke up, the mouse was still there, looking at the huge mountain, and my body didn't feel as stiff, but still quite stiff. I raise my hand to tap the mouse's shoulder...

Wait a minute. I was not wearing bangles as far as I could remember, and my hands certainly weren't white. My arms were tan golden, not the ghosty white tan of my actual skin. What have I become?