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| 27 Aug 2011 03:46 PM |
~PROLOUGUE~
In the years of the Wild West, gambling became a religion to some. Some gamblers, who had saved their winnings, would get custom dice made for their games. Most of the dice were made with expensive materials, such as emeralds, diamonds, rubies, and pure gold. But one man, William Saddleset, a famous gambler, had different things in mind. He had custom dice made from pure silver.
He had two dice. Two silver dies with the dots painted black. They were shiny and valuable. Other men envied him.
William's silver dice were made by Elizabeth Kindel. A beautiful young woman, a goddess to some. Elizabeth, unfourtunately, was under a curse from her Father, a man who always cheated when he gambled. This curse is known as "The Touch." Basically, whatever Elizabeth touched, was set with bad luck.
The first night William used these dice, he won $500. As he walked across the street to get on his horse, a stampede of bulls came.
William was killed. When the stampede passed, it started pouring rain. His blood was washed over the two silver dice.
Ever since, the dice have been passed on from generation to generation.
It is now the year 1998. It's late in the fall, November 13th. A little girl was born at exactly 4:10 in the morning. Her name, is Sarah.
It's Friday the 13th when Sarah is born. A full moon. Her crystal blue eyes wide open.
Her first day home, some family come over. One of which, being her God parents. Her God father handed Sarah's mother a little black bag, with black tissue paper and black ribbon.
"My, Al, such a lovely color for a baby girl!" Sarah's mother said sarcastically. Al ignored her and said, "This gift is not to be opened until Sarah's 13th birthday in 2011. No sooner. No later."
Al and his wife then left. On the way home, they got into a car crash.
Neither of them survived.
Now let's skip to that rainy Sunday in November.
Sarah is now 13. It is her birthday. She rides in a car with her parents. She watches out the window with her dull blue, almost grey eyes. She watches the rain pour down from the grey sky.
It is around noon, they are traveling to Wyoming. They will be riding over the soil on the area that the town William used to live in is, now deserted desert land.
As they drive over the rough terrain, the car hits a pot hole. That pot hole is where the silver dice laid after William was killed.
And so the car flipped. Somehow, Sarah survived.
Sarah crawled out her smashed window. She slid on her hands and knees. Blood dripped from her forehead. She looked back at the car. The engine was smoking.
"Mom! Dad! Get out of the car!" she shouted. No response.
She crawled to the passenger side of the car, where her Mom was. She pulled the door open and fought with the seat belt. She pulled her Mom out of the car to safety.
The engine was starting to flame. She got up and ran around to the driver's seat. She tried opening the door. It wouldn't open. She tried again. It creaked open. She pulled her Dad to safety.
The car exploded.
She looked at her parents. She felt their pulse. Nothing.
She felt their chests. Still nothing. She put her ear to their chests. Then she put her fingers in front of their noses.
They were gone. Tears streamed down Sarah's face. She looked back at the car.
A little black bag lay on the ground. She crawled to it, tears welling up in her eyes, blurring her vision. She opened the bag. The ground rumbled.
An earthquake.
It passed after a few seconds. She pulled two silver dice out of the bag.
They were made of pure silver, with some scratches and dirt smudges.
As soon as she touched the dice, the rain stopped. The flames died down. The clouds blew away, revealing the afternoon sun and a mysterious rainbow.
The Silver Dice had found a new home. |
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| 27 Aug 2011 03:50 PM |
Did you just re-post this?
... it's been corrected...
ME WANTZ CHAPTAR TWU. |
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| 27 Aug 2011 03:58 PM |
| MUCH better and realistic at the car crash part :D BOOKMARKED XD |
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| 27 Aug 2011 04:00 PM |
Yes it's an edited repost :3
And thanks. After I take a shower I will work on Chapter One. |
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| 27 Aug 2011 04:47 PM |
~CHAPTER ONE~
I sat in he Sheriff's office. I was in Wyoming. I had spent the night in the desert. I was sitting facing away from the door. People walked by the windows, looking at me. Some got into little groups and pointed at me, chatting.
The door creaked open. I didn't turn around. The Sheriff sat down across from me. He handed me a hot chocolate. I played with the Silver Dice.
"Sarah Sarah Sarah... Everyone in the office heard your story," he said, taking a sip of coffee. I said nothing, just played with the dice. "Nice toys you got there," he said, getting uncomfortable with the silence.
"They aren't toys," I muttered in a harsh tone, close to a growl. I knocked a small statue off the desk.
"Now you listen to my young lady, this is a big tragedy! Do you even care about your dead parents you greedy little brat?!?" he shouted at me. I glared at him. I could see him getting nervous by my dull eyes.
"Don't you ever talk about my family like that," I snarled. I looked at his calender. It was the 14th. An early snow fell outside. I grabbed his coffee and threw it at him. It splashed everywhere. I stood up and ran out of the room.
"Ten four this is Sheriff Harper, 13 year old girl lose in the building," the Sheriff said over his radio.
Sarah ran into a dark closet. She hid on a shelf behind a box. A woman walked in. She shone her flash light around the room. Sarah ducked. The woman left.
Sarah stood up. She walked into the hallway. A deputy grabbed her shoulder. "My my my, such a bad little attitude for such an innocent looking young lady," he said, bringing her to the Sheriff's office. He forced her down in the same seat.
The Sheriff frowned at her, his shirt stained with coffee.
"Your Aunt Vicky is to take custody of you with her husband and son, Matt." he murmured.
A few hours later, Sarah sat on a plane headed to Alaska. She clutched the Silver Dice. The Sheriff sat next to her, reading a newspaper. Sarah adjusted her handcuffed wrist.
"Why the hell did you find it necessary to handcuff me to this seat?" she said, glaring at the Sheriff.
He replied, "So you can't escape Princess."
"Don't call me that," Sarah shouted. People looked over. An attendant walked over. "Is there a problem?" she whispered.
The Sheriff replied, "No, my daughter is being rather bad today."
Sarah threw the dice at the Sheriff's head and screamed, "I'M NOT YOUR DAUGHTER YOU FOOL!!!!"
The dice landed on the ground. The plane tilted downwards.
The engines died. |
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| 27 Aug 2011 04:52 PM |
| Wow, nice chapter. I will be looking forward to reading more. Bookmarked. |
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| 27 Aug 2011 05:52 PM |
~CHAPTER TWO~
The plane crashed in the woods of Alaska. The snow fell hard. The plane tumbled.
Sarah felt her head hit the wall. Then the glass window.
She went unconscious.
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| 27 Aug 2011 05:53 PM |
| Imma re do Chapter Two >.> I switched between first and third person. |
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| 27 Aug 2011 05:54 PM |
| I feel like you were either a little lazy, tired, or that your going to continue this chapter later because of something else your doing. Anyway, can you please read my story, 2 Weeks Until Rescue? It is one of my best works. Making another chapter in a couple minutes, too. |
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| 27 Aug 2011 05:59 PM |
~CHAPTER ONE~
Sarah sat in he Sheriff's office. She was in Wyoming. She had spent the night in the desert. Sarah was sitting facing away from the door. People walked by the windows, looking at her. Some got into little groups and pointed at her, chatting.
The door creaked open. She didn't turn around. The Sheriff sat down across from her. He handed Sarah a hot chocolate. She played with the Silver Dice.
"Sarah Sarah Sarah... Everyone in the office heard your story," he said, taking a sip of coffee. Sarah said nothing, just played with the dice. "Nice toys you got there," he said, getting uncomfortable with the silence.
"They aren't toys," She muttered in a harsh tone, close to a growl. She knocked a small statue off the desk.
"Now you listen to my young lady, this is a big tragedy! Do you even care about your dead parents you greedy little brat?!?" he shouted at me. Sarah glared at him. She could see him getting nervous by her dull eyes.
"Don't you ever talk about my family like that," She snarled. Sarah looked at his calender. It was the 14th. An early snow fell outside. She grabbed his coffee and threw it at him. It splashed everywhere. She stood up and ran out of the room.
"Ten four this is Sheriff Harper, 13 year old girl lose in the building," the Sheriff said over his radio.
Sarah ran into a dark closet. She hid on a shelf behind a box. A woman walked in. She shone her flash light around the room. Sarah ducked. The woman left.
Sarah stood up. She walked into the hallway. A deputy grabbed her shoulder. "My my my, such a bad little attitude for such an innocent looking young lady," he said, bringing her to the Sheriff's office. He forced her down in the same seat.
The Sheriff frowned at her, his shirt stained with coffee.
"Your Aunt Vicky is to take custody of you with her husband and son, Matt." he murmured.
A few hours later, Sarah sat on a plane headed to Alaska. She clutched the Silver Dice. The Sheriff sat next to her, reading a newspaper. Sarah adjusted her handcuffed wrist.
"Why the hell did you find it necessary to handcuff me to this seat?" she said, glaring at the Sheriff.
He replied, "So you can't escape Princess."
"Don't call me that," Sarah shouted. People looked over. An attendant walked over. "Is there a problem?" she whispered.
The Sheriff replied, "No, my daughter is being rather bad today."
Sarah threw the dice at the Sheriff's head and screamed, "I'M NOT YOUR DAUGHTER YOU FOOL!!!!"
The dice landed on the ground. The plane tilted downwards.
The engines died.
(There we go >.<) |
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| 27 Aug 2011 06:07 PM |
~CHAPTER THREE~
Sarah woke up. She was leaning against a tree, the pilot's coat wrapped around her. The plane was in flames.
"Wh-where am I?" she stuttered from the cold. The pilot kneeled down in front of her, shining a flashlight in her eyes. "You're in the Alaska wilderness missy," he said.
She watched the plane. The dice.
Where were the dice?
Suddenly the plane exploded. Debris flew everywhere. Something hit the pilot's head, knocking him unconscious in front of her.
The Silver Dice had hit the pilot. Sarah smiled and grabbed the dice. She took the jacket. Inside the pocket was a compass. She had to go Northwest.
She started walking. |
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| 27 Aug 2011 06:13 PM |
Chapter 3 rewrite :D(for fun) ~CHAPTER THREE~
Sarah awoke. She was resting against a tall tree, the pilot's coat wrapped around her. The plane was in flames.
"Wh-where am I?" she stuttered from the cold, she could see her breath infront of her face as she spoke. The pilot kneeled down in front of her, shining a flashlight in her eyes. "You're in the Alaska wilderness missy," he said.
She watched the plane. The dice.
Where were the dice?
Suddenly the plane exploded. Sarah quickly sheilded her face,Debris flew everywhere. She heard a thud, the pilot fell unconcious beside her, the dice had slammed into his forehead knocking him unconscious. Sarah smiled ignoring the pilot she grabbed the dice. She felt the pocket on her jacket weighing down heavy. She reached inside the pocket finding a compass. She needed to go Northwest, She needed to go home.
She stood up, balancing herself and started walking. |
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| 27 Aug 2011 06:14 PM |
| Hope you dont mind that i posted D: i just realllllly wanted to o.o all credit goes to french though! |
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| 27 Aug 2011 10:23 PM |
~CHAPTER FOUR~
Sarah trudged through the thick, cold snow for hours. At sunset, she found a lake. Fishing boats were everywhere. Sarah jumped up and down, shouting and flailing her arms.
A boat pulled to the bank. Two fishermen stepped out wearing fur coats.
"Can you take me to the nearest town?" Sarah asked.
The fishermen just gazed at her.
"What? What is it?" she asked nervously. One of the fishermen came over and lifted his hand above her head. There was a piercing pain. When his hand came in front of her, a huge piece of blood stained glass was there. Blood slowly dripped down her face, sliding down the bridge of her nose.
Sarah fainted from blood loss.
She awoke about twenty minutes later. She was in a hospital. A nurse adjusted an IV bag.
"Where am I?" Sarah asked cautiously. The nurse smiled and said, "You're in Alaska, sweetheart. When that boo-boo on your head heals you can go to your AUnt's house!"
How did she know where Sarah was going?
"How do you know me?" I demand. The nurse smiles again and says, "You're all over the news Sarah!" The nurse left.
For a week Sarah sat in the hospital. Eating food. Watching television.
It was November 21st when she left. She got on another plane and flew to the edge of Alaska. Right at the ocean.
On that day, around noon, she stood on the doorstep of her Aunt. Aunt Vicky answered the door with her husband, Uncle Mike and her Sarah's cousin, Matt.
They set her up in the guest room.
That evening, Matt walked in. "'Sup 'cuz'" he said, "What's with those dice?"
Sarah lie on her bed, rolling the Silver Dice.
"They're mine," Sarah growled.
Matt snatched the dice and shouted, "THEY'RE MINE NOW!"
"GIVE THEM BACK!" Sarah screamed. Matt ran down the stairs.
At least, that's what he was aiming for. He tripped over a sneaker, and rolled down the stairs, hitting his head on the hardwood floo and cracking his neck.
Two days later, Sarah sat at his funeral. She then flew back to Wyoming for her parents' funeral.
Then she flew back to Alaska.
On the 24th of November she sat in the livingroom with her Aunt and Uncle. They cried over Matt.
Sarah played with the dice.
"How can you not cry?" Uncle Mike asked.
Sarah replied hastily, "Matt deserved to die."
Aunt Vicky couldn't handle that. She took the dice and ran into the kitchen, about to throw the dice in the flames of the oven where a turkey was cooking.
The oven exploded.
It shot Aunt Vicky back. The dice were thrown back into the livingroom. Sarah grabbed them and listened to the pleading cries of her Aunt as she slowly burned in the flames of the kitchen.
Uncle Mike jumped into the flames to save her. Sarah ran outside.
Another two days passed and Sarah sat at her Aunt and Uncle's funeral.
Sarah found herself back in the police station.
This time in Alaska. |
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| 27 Aug 2011 11:22 PM |
~CHAPTER FIVE~
"Hey honey, how are you?" I woman asked.
Another Sheriff.
In Alaska.
The snow falling roughly.
But this time, Sarah actually like this woman. She smiled and said, "Good. How are you?" At the same time, she played with the dice.
"Well I'm mighty fine. Call me Anne," Anne replied. Sarah grinned.
"Well, we have a problem here. We want to go to court if you can't resolve it," she explained.
All about problems. Problems, problems, and more problems.
She continued, "Somebody needs to take custody of you. But, we want to go to court unless you can make a stable decision. You can stay with your Aunt Rose and her daughter Lula in Hawaii, you can go to an Adoption Center where you will be placed in a foster home, or an orphanage."
Sarah hadn't met her Aunt Rose. Or her cousin Lula. Sarah knew Aunt Rose's husband died years ago of cancer. She knew that Lula would be six years younger than her at the age of seven.
"I'd like to go visit Hawaii," Sarah said with a grin.
A few hours later, she sat by myself on a plane, clutching the dice closely.
She landed in Hawaii. Her Aunt greeted her warmly. She had blond, curly hair down to her shoulders.
Lula had mesmorizing green eyes and cherry red hair down to her butt.
Sarah smiled. They brought her to their house, a nice modern home on some rocks over looking the ocean.
They already had a room prepared. Beach themed. Sarah liked it. Especially her own personal flat screen and Wii. And the wall that was a complete window looking over beautiful flowers and the ocean on the second floor.
Yes, just yes.
The next day, Sarah sat on the beach in a yellow bikini, stretched out on a black towel, watching the waves crash. The dice sat next to her.
A seagull swooped in and grabbed the dice in its mouth.
By now Sarah had figured out the die. She grinned and watched through her sunglasses.
The seagull landed in the water. A huge wave came.
It crashed on the seagull.
The dice were swept by the wave up onto the shore. Sarah got up and grabbed them, then sat back down.
That night Sarah sat on her bed, the curtains closed, playing on the Wii.
Lula ran into the room with the phone. "It's for you!" he cute little voice shouted.
Sarah took the phone and watched Lula run out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind her. Sarah asked, "Hello?"
A man's voice replied.
"It's your Godfather. We need to talk." |
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| 28 Aug 2011 12:09 PM |
~CHAPTER SIX~
"Uncle Adri-!" Sarah shouted, but she was cut off by her Godfather.
"Shush. Don't say my name. If anybody asks, this call is on behalf of the car accident."
"How did you know about that?" She asked.
"Simple. The dice."
"The dice? But I have them!"
"I had them first. They were mine. They've been passed down through the family for years, and the dice choose who they want next," he grimly replied.
Silence.
"What do these dice do? Tell me everything!" She shouted.
"The dice were made by Elizabeth Kindel. She was cursed by her Father's greed. And so, the dice kill whomever they find. Unless of course, that person has their own curse that can counter-react."
Yet again, silence.
"I'm cursed?"
"Yes my sweet Sarah. All because of the day you were born on."
"But what day was it?"
"The day when the five closest stars to Earth, including our own, align in a perfect line. Which happened to create the curse for you, an ancient one, because that day happened to be a Friday the 13th."
"So, I'm double cursed?"
"You can say that. We call it The Rogue Curse."
"Who's 'we?' And why is the name so... vague?"
"You will find out who We are later on. I can't give away anymore. You need to do your own research."
"But Uncle Adri-"
Dial tone. |
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