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Post by deoxy99 on Sept 11, 2009 22:52:16 GMT -7
The Secret Library: Originally Published In: 1980 Author: Deoxy99
Once upon a time, there was a library that was filled with books. It was filled with special books that are filled with pages of magical charms and wishes. You could read the book and you would be taken there in your mind and dream of the scents, feelings, sights, sounds and tastes. One day, someone called Deoxy99, went to that exact library. Deoxy99 rushed to the science section. He picked up a atom book, which talks about the structure of atoms. Then he started dreaming of atoms, quarks, and elements. The book started freaking out. It seemed to have a curse on it. Deoxy99 was sucked in the book. And he was an atom. He was a lithium atom. Then things started melting. Pictures melted. Dreams melted. Senses melted. Everything and everyone was melted. Then things came back to normal. Deoxy99 closed the book and rushed home to tell his mom. Deoxy99's mom did not believe him. Then Deoxy99 woke up. It was just a dream. "Thank goodness I am still alive and moving." said Deoxy99. But there was a book on his bright and shiny pillow. It was the exact book he had read in the dream. A sticker on it said, "The Secret Library Book: Due Today." He opened it and he dreamed of atoms, quarks, and elements.
THE END...
This is what you probably feel: ;D
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Post by the wanderer on Sept 13, 2009 12:12:20 GMT -7
;D your story is absolutely wonderful, i really enjoyed your colorful writing, keep writing, you have a natural talent for it, great!
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Post by elar142 on Sept 13, 2009 12:22:36 GMT -7
wow, nice narrative story, thanks for sharing.
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Wynd Fox
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Go Deoxy!
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Post by Wynd Fox on Oct 3, 2009 21:32:02 GMT -7
Best story ever. ;D
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Post by deoxy99 on Jan 7, 2010 8:18:32 GMT -7
I just had the idea.
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Post by kibibyte1024 on Jan 31, 2010 16:53:20 GMT -7
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Post by deoxy99 on May 17, 2013 4:25:48 GMT -7
Edit:
First of all, this was posted on 9/11, just thought I'd point that out.
Second of all... I have no idea how I suddenly developed my abilities in writing, after I had a childhood of writing garbage like the top post. Maybe I finally got a clue after all of this time.
Third of all, I feel that it would only be right of me if I rewrote this, so here we go:
Back in the younger years of a person known as Infernus, there had been a mysterious library in the center of town that was filled with the magical sort of books, filled with pages of incantations that had the power to bring whatever was desired to the reader, no matter what it happened to be; simply reading the book out loud would activate these incantations. On one day, Infernus decided to go to this library after hearing about the powers that were stored inside; upon entering the building, he rushed over to the science section of the library to find a book about the structure of atoms, which had the potential of revealing the truth behind all atoms in the universe. As he read the book out loud, he blacked out for a brief period of time, before he started seeing vibrant images in colors that were normally incomprehensible to human eyes of all sorts of atoms, as well as the actual structure and nature behind all of them. This alternate reality appeared to fall apart in a cascade after a few moments of experiencing all of this, and he came back to the true reality, now knowing the exact nature of all atoms. However, he made sure to keep this knowledge to himself, because unspeakable things may be done with everything that he discovered.
And there you fucking go, that's how you actually write a god damn story, you nine year old shithead. Thought you were being so fucking cute with your childish, no, not childish, infantile writing that sounds like it came out of the brain of a raving schizophrenic psychopath after being translated from English to Swahili and back again, recited out loud to a legally deaf transcriber who doesn't fully understand how to even write coherent sentences.
Holy shit, I think that may be the most convoluted and stretched out insult that I have ever written down... and to think it was to myself...
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