Hi. I am here to start the 100 words daily. Feel free to comment, but be respectful. My works will be post up here with the words typed/wrote.
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Chri's 100 words daily
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Day 1
Today's 100 word daily. (Um.. maybe tonight is better.)
(This is when Korean and Japenese war ended. When most people were poor, expect the ones who betrayed or was hight ranked soilder.)
Hope you enjoy.
Sight
Wind blows, and so does she
Fire blazes, and his ready be a murderer
I never really knew much about life. What it was meant to be and what waits behind everything with the shadows. I didn’t know anything, and that was the end.
I want you (readers) to live in joy as the sun falls and the hope fades. Be brave, stand out, be who you never thought to be. Be who you are, open the window and let yourself fly. And that moment you let go of the cover, you will be free and truth will come. You will be the one God wrote you down to be.
(Chris Calaid A.M.W)
Prologue
The sword slipped behind the warrior who had brought victory to all. Victory was there and so was fear. He was mighty and that brought him to a cliff.
We long ago believed that we could reach the sky. Those who succeed was lifted but was the highest ones lifted high as they are supposed to be? Higher you are the more it hurts. But he tried, he was not successful, but he maintained his trust.
He tried, so he stands here, in the battle.
To win, and to forgive
Chapter 1
I saw the snake slithering and it was ready to bite, but not to kill.
The gang of Pistol Heo was on their way to attack. Most of them with rags and sticks were better fighter than any who never learned to kick ( which was all the one with money). Nevertheless they were not the best.
Mesko Hibiki traditionally was to be rewarded and to be praised. But that doesn’t matter now.
Mesko lifted his sword pointing the edge to the left. Lowering the sword in a swift, he wounded two men. Again he looked through the movements and found the empty spaces. He kicked the man in the left, and he slid the blade across the ones in right. Hibiki took seven steps. Two striding steps across two men with sword ready to kill, he blow a gust of wind that took them off. He stabbed with in a second and gild like he was airplanes landing everywhere.
Hibiki ducked through vines and bushed searching for more. He appeared changing the tense atmosphere. He was ready to strike, stepping in to the shooters’ view and throwing off their guns he left.
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Blacker was waiting for the customers. The dealers were usually early, but this one was knew when he was ready and expected. A person came through the fence with a brown cloak, and a hood slid over his face. “Dagger, the dealer.” He said in a misty, rigid voice. “12grams.” A teenage girl said handing the sack of drugs to the man. “Gold two three.” The dealer spoke in a firm voice, dropping a pack of payment. He stomped across the way and silent was left. “Hoshiko, we got it.” Spoke the man approaching the empty hall way between the allies. “We did.” She counted the money with a smile. Then, she lifted the eyes lid higher like a rich lady with a makeup.
“Boku ga kachimas.” Someone whispered behind the mist. It meant “I will win, as a battle cry over a duel it rang. He opened his eyes and sighed. A dream was better than real he told himself. The grief caught him in regret that leaded him to nothing but battle. A battle between long forgotten friends that always was remembered only by memories.
Makuto, was one of the successful warriors who fought in the war between the citizen and the king’s solider. He rewarded with great wealth fighting for the king. But he knew that he was on the wrong side. Know he was full of regrets, that he never got enough, that he wasn’t respected as he was to. He was a warrior, but yet to maintain trust. Makuto did not know the world, and the world did not know him.
Makuto had to win this battle, it was death duel without any distraction. He was ready to fight but time was yet.
Mesko was ready to forgive, Makuto knew that. But something deep inside him told him it was not the way. What if he was remembered like this? Would they, what would they say about him? He was throwing his chance away; he could be remembered in better ways. Mesko was ready, so! I am not ready to be forgiven by a wolf. The nickname gave him a blow.
Wolf, that’s what they call him? What I called him? No, no, no.
He did not dare to think more. It was crumbling the beautiful, murderous images of duel he made.
Wolf? That’s what they call the cross-eyes man? My friend? No, he is not your friend!
The memories were brought back to him, but slowly. Mesko kept on resisting the truth. He was only going to prove himself, he lied. No, he was working with someone. That someone was not going to like it. If anyone knew the truth he would be dead by now.
I loved him as a friend, as a warrior, but could it ever be same?
The thoughts came back. Mesko only was sacred he would lose his friend, his family. And what is it know that he was willing to kill his love one? To forget, the answer came flying to his mind. He needed to forget what he did. He was only going to do like what he did to others. So what was wrong!
Why am I thinking this way? I can kill! He is your friend! -
Day 1
942 words
I didn't look to grammers so if you see a mistake please do remember that I didn't have time.
Thank you.
I'll be trying day 2 tomarrow -
Don't know if it's going to turn out to be short story or a novel. I'll keep writing 'Sight' and other stories. By the way if you have any ideas or suggest on what I should write about, feel free write it in the commends.
Thank you -
Day 2
Today's 100word daily.
I apolgize for all the incorrect grammer, time goes to fast.
Howling of Death
Time changes the scene and the scene changes the crime.
Ivan the consular was in brainstorm, thinking what could solve the problem. The problem was simple, but was the answer simple, no one knew. “What’s bothering you?” Maks asks staring with his clear blue eyes, whipping the worries in Ivan’s mind. “Someone is on it.” Ivan spoke without even knowing she was. “Murder, the scene on CCTV…” Maks rushed in to questions as Ivan replied. “Murder? Where? And why couldn’t they solve it with CCTV? Ivan? Wait, here?” Ivan was fast and that saved it. The words Ivan spoke saved the world and people. -
Day 2
111words.
Hope you enjoyed it.
Thank you -
Day 3
Til it tears apart (short stories)
All falls down (short story 1)
I was on the way to home from school. I was glad to be home as the warmth surrounded me. The sunshine was my lamp and the clouds were my little umbrellas.
I knew something was going to happen, but I was in a dream. A dreamt that was all peaceful. I should have known if it was quiet, something was coming. I was unaware of everything around me.
The warning came, but I tripped and fell through the deep and nite cave.
Mom didn't really understand me well, yet it was fine before the day came.
Mom and I were washing dished like normal days. I was telling her about my classmates and Ms. Viliya, our teacher. I told her that Ms. Viliya's voice was prodigious. Then, mom's word changed our relationship She assumed I was telling her that her voice was like Ms. Viliya. She yelled and muttered something. I was mostly calm and quiet girl, yet this time I was put out of patients. I knew tha if I didn't say anything she was going to yell more. So I said in a high pitch voice to my mom. "You don't know! Nobody understands me! Dad was better! He wouldn't have....." I came down to a pitch no one could hear. I knocked off the cup in the holder beside mom and ran to my room.
I sobbed, I didn't cry long. I want to bathroom like nothing was wrong. Yet my heart ached, as black mamba has bite me all over. I clipped my teeth and bit my tongue. -
Day 3
277words
The story is based on real life stroy between mom and I.
Hope you like it!
Thank you -
Day 4
Stare
“The man has reported.” Spoke a firm voice.
“Edi know why.” Replied the man’s voice.
December_07_20XX
13:00_PM_
“The victim is Shan Hei, age 19. He worked with Misa Handi. He has one record of crime.
Around the fourth corner of Mester Street, he was found in the time of 19:00_AM_. His body was found by Machuhoka Lin and the neighborhood Teszuim (타츠미).
The body only had one trace of cut. It was made by a nail, deep but thin. Nothing was left expect a shotgun that didn’t have any connection in murder.
Many nails lays around the corners in Mester Street, for reason that hasn’t been discovered. “
“So, nail isn’t much help.” Hayashi Nanasi(나나시) murmur as if she was saying a top secret information.
“According to this report, the nail was made of silver.” Akio Qamar said giving out strong aroma of mint
“And, the nails that lay around the corners?”
“No, the nails are made of Silenter. And very little amount of silver.”
“Yes.”
“We could say yes, though no is most likely.”
“You speak ‘Report’”.
“Um….”
“It’s like you are inhuman.”
“Machuhoka Lin: Age 19, the lawyer of Benka, gang organizer of Jester. Graduated college…..”
“No...Why are we reading this report?”
“To find….”
“I know! Sorry, but I’m not doing for no reason.”
“We are the ones that can figure out.”
“So let us see…’ It was said with a long deep sigh.
“Lin is from Iceland.
Teszumi, the neighbor came from Japan to go to John Brown University. ”
“Page 5 says she’s 20?”
“Page 13, Age: 26.”
“Minister Web gave us this info.”
“The page is….”
“Page!”
“513, Hacker found what.”A new voice joined in.
“513. Found what?”
“513 the name of the Coder.” -
Day 4
390words
I hope you enjoy reading it.
It has lots of dialogues.
Thank you! -
Day 5
Wister
I didn't want to just watch and praise. I want to be the one who knew.
Chapter 1
"What do you think you are doing?" Wister's mom asked pasting by.
"Watching." Wister answered simpley.
"How many times are you watching? You know now you are older and..." Mom speaks with a sigh
"Mom, course I know that." He said his eyes deeply focused on the screen.
"Then, do it!" She replies with scowl.
"I'll come in early." He steps out and walked away leaving the door closed behind him.
***
"What would be interesting?" Wister closed his eyes and leand his head.
"Um..." A man came out of the bank counting his money.
"Uff....Sorry mister." Wister aplogized quickly collecting the dollars.
"His a thief! He stold my money!" The man growled and hung Wister's collar between his fingers as squizzing a lemon's water out.
"This boy..."
"Please stop. Let us talk." A police officer called, pushing through the tightening crowd.
"Hey young man, this boy stole my money."
"I told you, I didn't steal any thing."
"Now will you, please come down?"
"Twenty-fve dollars is what you hold in your hand." Came a new voice with a girl. She was quite the same hight as Wister. Her name was Cristin, and for now we can conclude she is an knowledge dictionary.
"It isn't the same amount!"
"Wait."
"Huh?" The man's left eye brow want up with a question look mixed with anger.
"Wait, and see." As Wister spoke, he picked up the man's umbrella. He pushed the wire that withstanded the umbrella, and a dollar fell through the skilly cloth.
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Day 5
270words
I think this will turn out to be a chapter book that contains mystery or tricks.
It might have murder scenes, I am not sure.
Thank you for reading. -
Day 6
Time tells me
"Does the time every tell you to behave? Do you every hear the wind whispers you the future? I'll tell you story, and you lay there and listen. And you'll learn how to hear the wind. My boy."
"There was a boy who lived in Alaska. He always want to see the snow even though it was mostly snowy there. Everyone called him Arkan, he himself didn't know his true name. So he thought nothing mattered about names and nothing ever mattered. He was a person that never fully liked anything, or really hate something. But one day somehow he was interested, in something that no one knew about."
"What is it? What do you mean something no one knew about?"
"Time..."
"What was Arken like?"
"Well, my dear, he had an red fuffly hair."
"And green eyes."
"Not quite green, I'll say hazel is better to discribe him."
"And than?"
"Now you quite jumpping around and asking question. Then, I'll tell you all, about him."
"I'm ready."
"Time, it was. Everything has it's end and he knew he would too. Arken wanted to know first time ever in his life. -
Day 6
196 words
I hoped you like it. The story will be update if soon this Thursday, and late about next week.
Tell me if you have any suggestions.
Thank you -
Day 7
The moon's call
Prologue
"The owl did call,
But no knew I would fall,
Cause they all saw I stood tall."
"Hey my friend? Do you think anything can happen?" Zon spoke to his horse.
"Uk`um" The horse reponsed with a quick lovely nod saying, "Maybe. I hope it will happen if it can."
"Well, did you like the poem?" The boy asked.
"Um`huff" Zon's horse spoke with a sniff, telling him that he always knew every poem is beautiful.
"This is a poem from grandpa's journal letter. I always keep it carved in my heart." Zon whipsered softly tickling the horse's raised ears.
"Hu-h" The horse said spraying his hair acting a male horse showing off to female horses. He meant, "Nothing is that important."
"Uh`um`hu`hif-hiff." Zon's friend replied with a gaintic sneeze. "Your grand was a grand hero, in my opionion."
"Grand? I don't know about him, so let me guess. I think he was travler, a journalist, and maybe a detective?"
"Maybe I'm like him! I can't stay in the same spot. I need something new, something that turns me in to a new person." Zon said to his horse still tap dancing with his hoofs.
"E`uh" Zon's best frind stopped and stared at him. Then, he lifted his head high and said two words, "New things".
"Yes, my bro. You too, agree with me. A good thing."
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