The Unknown Awesomes discussion

Ducky challenges everyone who will participate to a ROMANCE WRITE-OFF!!! Who will win?!?!?! Who will lose?!?!?! Who will prove themself the ULTIMATE ROMANCE WRITER?!?!?!

DO YOU TAKE THE CHALLENGE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Short story? Specific category? Time period?

Yeah. How long? Like, two pages minimum, twenty pages tops or something?
I would assume the specific category is romance.
If it is a two-twenty page thing, does it have to have a defined plot? Or can it be one romantic scene?

Poetry,maybe? Macabre romance?

Eww, not poetry! I hate poetry. I think she means like, romance excerpts. Not long, just a few scenes?

...

You.

Did.

NOT.

Just.

Say.

That.

Hold on, lemme rephrase that.
I hate WRITING poetry. I'm awful at it. XD
I'm totally cool reading other people's poetry.

OK, good. You just saved your life. You are permitted to live a little while longer.

Ahhh, but if you were to kill me I'd just regenerate.

Unless I killed you while you were regenerating. I am a Ninja, mind you. Born to be an assassin.

You can't kill a Time Lady while she regenerates. The molecules in our body are moving too fast. :)

I'm a ninja. Did you not just read what I said? I was BORN to assassinate. And what about The Doctor, hmm? Did anyone say I was going to be using a katana?

Hold on. Rewind. Time Ladies > Ninjas.
Now, that being said, let's move on. Anything worth hearing that you have to say? ;)

I am Ninja Of The Keyboard.

Therefore:

Ninja Of The Keyboard > Time Ladies.

Socks > Snails

Exactly.

AHAHAHAHHHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll work on a little treat for y'all. MWAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Actually, I recently did a Sara/Aaron scene. Maybe I should just type that up. Except, it's got way too many spoilers.

I'm writing crappy fan fiction with SD. That's vaguely romantic.

Forbidden ninja love for me. <3

XD

Question.
Does your character have to be in love with a person for it to be classified as "romantic?" Or can they fall in love with an idea, or an image of some sort? Like books or nature?

I once wrote a short story about a guy who fell in love with a bird because it was the only one who wouldn't run/fly away from him, or bully him.

Naw, I think she means that they have to be in love with a person. Or else it wouldn't really be a romance.

Aww, that's sweet!!!
All right, I'll write a new short story and type up a Sara/Aaron scene. Or maybe a Sara/Matt scene. I dunno. But then I'll have two entries in.
I CHALLENGE YOU, DUCKY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kyra wrote: "Question.
Does your character have to be in love with a person for it to be classified as "romantic?" Or can they fall in love with an idea, or an image of some sort? Like books or nature?"

That was not what I meant.

Robin wrote: "I think she means like, romance excerpts. Not long, just a few scenes?"

That is what I meant.

OF COURSE I'LL TAKE THE CHALLENGE PEOPLE, WHO'S GOING TO POST FIRST??

I, unfortunately have to go right now, but I will type something up asap.

Ooooh! Paranormal romance snippet for meeee!!!! Yay! I'll work on it.

Ducky wrote: "Kyra wrote: "Question.
Does your character have to be in love with a person for it to be...."

That was not what I meant.

Hmph, fine!!! But I had an amazing short story planned out!!! I was almost done with it, too...

TIME TO WRITE. I SHALL WRITE. I ACCEPT.
Wait, who's judging? XD

Oh yeah. I forgot about that... XD

We should set up a poll once all the entries are in.

Screw Ducky, I'm finishing the non-person romance!!! And then, if she's going to be picky, I'll type up some Sara/Aaron action. XD

Kyra wrote: "We should set up a poll once all the entries are in."

Good plan!

Non-person romance is entirely different than person romance! That's totally not fair.

Can you vote for yourself? Maybe we should get people from Random Ramblings to judge 'em, too.

(sigh) Alright, fine. Since Robin also objects. COUNT YOURSELF LUCKY, DUCKY!!!!!!!!! XD JK, JK...

XD Robin feels accomplished.
Also, this is kinda fun. I may be enjoying myself. It will be a tad long, though. Because like, I had to build this kinda depressing plot.

I can't wait to read everybody's! I'm doing a bit from a book I was once going to start, but it fell through. Maybe someday...

Mine has a lot of background information that will end up being as long as the story itself. XD

I know, right? I like, seriously want to read everyone's.
I just pulled mine from my head. Pon&Zi helped for a bit of inspiration, as did Secondhand Serenade.

Ahh, Kyra! XD So yours is gonna end up pages long? :D

Robin wrote: "Non-person romance is entirely different than person romance! That's totally not fair."

My point exactly.

Now you guys all make me feel behind. I'll have to get ideas from my sister's new soccer team. They have their first practice today.

Kidding, little kids know nothing about that stuff. Or they shouldn't, anyway. I really need to come up with an idea.

OH WAIT!! I can do something for The Song of Eron!! Not from it, for it, cause I, well, haven't really written anything. XD

THAT'S A FREAKING BRILLIANT IDEA!!!!!!!!! Now, go write it. Now.

First entry!!! Well, more of a warm-up, really. I had to trash the other Sara/Aaron scene, but I did write a new one. I'm sorry to those of you I am about to confuzzle, but the romance parts are clear enough that the rest should be easily deductible. Still, if you have any questions, just ask. XD

Excerpt from The Elementalists (named River Fire until recently... title STILL pending!!!)

I hated feeling so useless. At least in the devil stronghold, the enemy was pretty obvious. And it was a physical enemy I could actually beat up, or at least I could pin one of the little weasels against a wall while Sara beat it up. But now the enemy was in Sara’s brain, which I couldn’t really groin kick, now could I?
She was shivering a little. “Maybe we should build a fire,” she suggested through chattering teeth.
I couldn’t resist raising an eyebrow, even if she was my superior officer. “Build a fire?” I echoed.
Sara smirked a little. “We need wood for you to actually light a fire on, genius. Unless you can somehow make a fire on top of wet grass.”
I was about to suggest she simply evaporate the water when I remembered... she couldn’t.
She stood to go get fuel, but I grabbed her wrist. “Wait,” I stammered. “I’ll get the wood.”
I could see her pause. For a second I thought she’d oblige, but then her head whipped around for her to glare at me. “I don’t want your pity,” she hissed.
I was stunned. My mouth just opened and closed, not making a sound. “I-I didn’t...” I finally stuttered. “I-I mean... Sara, I didn’t mean to...”
She wrenched her wrist away, blue-gray eyes boring into mine with a fury I could not ever remember seeing in her. Or rather, a fury I’d seen but had never dreamed that it’d be directed at me one day. “I don’t want you to pity me,” she repeated, a little louder this time. Then Sara turned and disappeared into the woods, blending into the shadow and trees to the point I couldn’t make her out the second after she reached the first handful of trees.
I sat in a daze for a couple of seconds, trying to process the situation. Pity?
Of course. I should’ve guessed. This was Sara, after all. Pity. She thinks I pity her?
That’s not what I meant. I was just trying to be nice.
“Sara, wait,” I called, springing to my feet. I had to apologize now, or things would just get worse.
I sprinted through the trees, trying not to make too much noise. Of course, any humans in the area would simply think I were some kind of large animal, so long as they couldn’t see me. But Sara’s naiad ears would be able to pick out even the subtlest of changes in my footsteps.
“Sara!” I called, skidding to a halt. Which way did she even go?
Focusing, I tried to take note of my surroundings. I was in a small clearing with a fallen tree to my right. The night was cool and the full moon was out, but there was hardly any light because of the trees. Not that it would be a problem for a naiad-angel and a demon-dryad, but still. The few stars overhead that weren’t blocked by branches and leaves glistened, and the air was alight with cricket song and a river rushing in the far distance.
River. I closed my eyes and tried to control my breathing. Duh, Aaron!
I vaulted over the fallen log and kept running.
Only one thing was on my mind now. I didn’t even remember which way I’d come from. I burst from the trees, apology on my lips.
And there was Sara.
The moonlight hit her so her brown hair glistened as though wet, illuminating so it reminded me faintly of starlight. She was up to her knees in the dead middle of the river, shivering. The ripples gathered around her legs and gently tugged themselves loose, each one catching the starlight for a brief second.
I knew she could hear me, even if she didn’t turn to face me. Her head was bowed, as though in prayer. For a moment, I considered turning and leaving her be, imagining her wrath if she knew I saw her so... vulnerable.
Vulnerable? Was that word even on her vocabulary list? She’d never seemed vulnerable before. She was courageous. Strong. But right now she looked almost wounded. Delicate, even. How could this possibly be the same girl I’d had nightmares about for the last four months?
Then she took a shuddering breath, turned to head to face me, and spoke the words on the tip of my tongue. “I’m sorry.”
Well, that woke me up fast. “What for?” I asked, forcing myself to wade into the water a little. It was ice cold. Like death, almost. But I kept walking, trying to focus only on the shivering form before me.
“You were right to pity me.” Her words sounded strained. I glimpsed tears in her eyes, and the sight was so shocking that I stopped breathing for a moment, winded.
Then the words registered somewhere in the back of my head. “No. Sara, I don’t pity you.”
“Well, you should,” she snapped, drawing her arms across her chest. I could see now, she wasn’t shivering. She wasn’t cold at all. Sara was trembling. “There are four factions that are relying on me to lead them into a war we’re probably going to lose. Four, Aaron! No, five. The Mutants count as a faction, don’t they?”
“Sara,” I said gently, but she refused to be coaxed.
“Aaron, you saw what the devils can do. They did this to me, Aaron. To me. I’m powerless.” She choked on the last word, and stopped, drawing slow, shuddering breaths and swaying a little.
“Sara.” She blinked once, hard, trying to banish the tears without wiping them away. Somehow, I could make the connection here. This really was the Sara I fell in love with. Despite all that had happened to her, every horrible event that had taken place in the past week, she was still strong enough not to wipe away the tears. She wouldn’t even acknowledge them. “Sara,” I repeated softly. I was finally close enough to take her hands in mine. Her fingers were cold, cold as the river. I squeezed them gently, trying to warm them a little. “I don’t pity you, and I never will. You’re the bravest person I know.”
She tried to smile, but it came out as a grimace. “Really, Aaron? After all that’s happened. Look at me. I have about as much power as a human does.”
I kissed her forehead, letting my lips linger on her skin a little longer than was really necessary. Even her face was cold at the touch. Worried, I wrapped my arms around her waist, trying to warm her a little more. She stiffened at my touch, unsure of what I was trying to accomplish. “No,” I whispered. You don’t need power. You’re stronger than the others, Sara. Even without magic.”
She took a deep breath, but still didn’t move. I almost wished she would. I was beginning to feel a little awkward, holding my commander like that. In fact, I was kind of surprised she hadn’t threatened to demote me at that point.
“Aaron.” Her voice was small and timid. Shrunken from the loud, boisterous tomboy I knew so thoroughly to what could’ve been a mouse’s voice. My heart wanted to smash into a million pieces at my name, but I ordered it not to, and for the first time since I met Sara, it listened. “You don’t understand. Imagine if you couldn’t connect to fire, or with the earth. You’re standing right on top of soil, and you can’t feel a thing. You can’t bond with the only thing that hasn’t been taken from you so far, Aaron.” She regained more and more confidence with each word, stuffing her logic into my ears, trying to make me see things the way she did. Pretty encouraging.
“Aaron, I came here to try and grow my tail back,” she sobbed. I blinked at her, shell-shocked. “Or wings. I don’t care which. I want my powers back, Aaron.” She sounded half furious and half broken. I guess I’d be pretty mixed up, too, if that happened to me. “I want to be able to grow a stupid pink tail that I’ve always hated and Kiah’s always laughed at me for. I want stupid girly wings that make Angelica jealous and embarrass me beyond words. I want to know...” She paused. “I want to know what I am, Aaron. It’s the Mutant problem all over again... but worse.”
I stared into her eyes, and was not surprised in the least to see her tears were gone. Her hair still glowed. Still had moonlight on the tips. I ran a hand through it, trying to ignore the shock written on her features. “I’m sorry,” I whispered in her ear, and she scowled and thumped me on the chest.
“I thought you just said you didn’t pity me, General.”
The title stung a little, reminded me what Sara and I really were, but I tried to ignore it. This was the only time I could ever be more than just another soldier trying to help his commanding officer, and I relished it. “I don’t.” My lips brushed her cheek, trying to lose myself in the moment. Trying to just forget what tomorrow would be like, knowing that I held her like this but couldn’t ever cradle her in my arms again. “I’m sorry about being suck a jerk.”
“You’re not a jerk, General. Pull yourself together,” she commanded, but swallowed and leaned her head against my shoulder, laying a hand on my back.
Was she finally giving in? It felt too good to be true. Maybe it wasn’t true, just my imagination talking.
Only one way to find out. I gulped, trying to brace myself for what I was about to do. “If I weren't a jerk,” I said slowly, pulling her head back a little so I could look her in the eye again. “Would I do this?”
Keeping a firm hand on the side of her cheek, I leaned in, terrified she would pull away. Walk back into the trees, and leave me here. Shattered and all alone.
Then our lips touched and pressed together, and standing up to my knees in water in the middle of a full moon, I deducted that I had to be the craziest demon-dryad alive.

More entries to come!!! Hopefully not as sucky and wishy-washy as this one.

It was good...
I'm writing mine all at once and then I'll post it.

Can't wait to see it!!!

You're gonna have to. XD It's turning out to be more needy than I was picturing it being.

Uh, yeah. I think I have a question, Kyra.

WHEN THE HELL CAN I READ THE REST OF THIS BOOK?!?!?!?!?!?!

Please excuse the cursing.

Oh, I can get quite vulgar sometimes... XD