In the old times, magic ruled the world. Angels were the most prominent magical creature. But all was not well. Humans were being struck down and segregated by the magical. Because humans didn’t have magic, they were suffering. But, 1000 years ago, a human Mage discovered new magic. Borrowed magic. No one remembers this Mage. People argue about their inspiration and methods of making the first borrowed artifact. But this human placed a magical creature extremity inside a gemstone to create a Borrowed Artifact and unleashed… borrowed power. This artifact would allow for humans to channel magic power through their bodies to fight back against their oppressors. Hundreds of years passed and borrowed magic became more and more prominent. But... the Angels created the first curse. A terrible new kind of magic that would punish humans. They thought themselves immune for they had magic inside them. They thought wrong.
I was in the Castle of Sydney. I arrived there last night. All the great kingdoms of Australia were gathering to sign a magical contract. I am from Perth, where I’m from, kids in Perth use what is known as borrowed magic.
Have you ever wanted to enter a story? Have you ever wished your favourite character could stand right in front of you? Well when a story is written, it creates a kind of pocket dimension. the characters are born into this world. Tessa Storm is an interpreter. She has the power to enter books. The only question is can she survive them? Can she survive the devastating power of Abagail Shakespeare? To find out read the epic tale of The Storyverse
Words have power but what about stories. Since the beginning, stories were always going to exist. But what most people don't realize is that stories are real. Inside every book lies a pocket universe. They remained mostly harmless until the invention of the binding ring. The binding ring combines metal from both the inside of stories and from the world we live in. this unity of matter draws in Storyverse energy. Storyverse energy is what makes up everything inside stories. Authors can use binding rings to utilize their characters ability's. While a type of person simply named an interpreter can use them to enter stories. An author has a connection inside their soul to every story they have ever made. They store the power from those worlds inside their binding rings. But Interpreters do things a little differently. They drag in the energy through their crown chakra around them into their binding rings and manipulate the Storyverse energy around them.
(Long ago on an island of the between Eastern Australia and New Zealand. Covered in cold wetlands there is a river. That river is home to the great civilisation of Stinkeria.)
(During the time of the British Empire, Stinkeria built more powerful and environmentally friendly technology than anywhere else on earth)
(That might be why Britain wanted to conquer it. The only way they could fund their Empire was to conquer Stinkeria. If they didn’t they would run out of resources and be forced to surrender to the country’s they had already conquered)
(but, an unusual hero awaited. He wanted more than anything to see the world. His name was…. Moany)
The dream network began in the late 1950s and early 1960s with a woman named Mary Ghost! She was criticized in the world of neuro biology despite the fact that she was one of the greatest minds in history!!! Eventually she found a way to link up the dreams of 3 people at once. This break through made some fools outraged. But no man could deny that a woman had done the impossible. She became famous but she wasn’t done. With her new found fortune she made a quantum network! Instead of ones and zeros a quantum network uses subatomic particles!!! And she used this network to link up the dreams of the entire planet….. simultaneously!!!! That is what we call…. The Dream-network.
this series is about powerful beings with the ability to modify genetics with one simple touch. join rubidium warning in an adventure of mass proportion's. with danger's at every turn and both from enemy's and her own kind.
high I'm I, I have a sister sis, a brother bro a mum and a crazy dad named bonkers bob. we are aura's that means we are humans who out grew our bodies and became energy. but don't let us near the sun shine.... or else well turn into a monster. we have crazy adventures in the dead of night.
In the old times magic ruled the world. I guess it still does in some ways but now humans have magic. Before humans had magic, people suffered, and angels ruled everything. Humans were suffering but innocent. Until a human found new magic. But that is an old story. The new story starts 900 years ago
Published: April 11, 2020.
Fiction » Fantasy » Paranormal
In the beginning there was only the universe. Then out of nothing a being we only know as the first one arose. He or she was the first author. They wrote the first story. The first One wrote in a language no one remembers because the record is long lost to history. You see story's, are universes all their own. This first one's younger sister died young. But she became the Storyverse.
If stories teach us anything, there is no such thing as a perfect world. No one understands that better than Secret. In modern or even ancient times no one really knew who secret was. Let’s start our story in 2807BC. The modern Storyverse began 300 years into the bronze age in 3000BC.
If stories teach us anything there is no such thing as a perfect world. No story is perfect, no story will ever be perfect. Danger lives in every world. My world is the Earth where stories are written. In the world where stories come to life. Stories become a reality of their own. I didn’t understand just how much, people in these worlds were actually alive.
Penny: are you sure its ok for us to stay here?
jon black-lake: you brought my son back to me after a long month. And besides, you know about the beast armour, I cant let you out of my sight until the armour is released to the public.
(Moany runs in and yells out loud)
Moany: Where’s Tim! This news paper says that there is another metal monster inside Eclipse City!
Words have power but what about stories. Since the beginning, stories were always going to exist. But what most people don't realize is that stories are real. Inside every book lies a pocket universe. They remained mostly harmless until the invention of the binding ring. The binding ring combines metal from both the inside of stories and from the world we live in.
There was a carriage of white pulled by 4 skeletal horses that flew across the starry night sky. It dived and dived but it pulled up at the last second. We cut to a scene inside the carriage. A Death is struggling relentlessly to take control. Chakra Nightfall, Sam Nightfall, Hairball Brain Sock-Breaker and Miff the Wimpy Werewolf are screaming and clinging on for their dear lives
In the old times, magic ruled the world. Angels were the most prominent magical creature. But all was not well. Humans were being struck down and segregated by the magical. Because humans didn’t have magic, they were suffering. But, 1000 years ago, a human Mage discovered new magic. Borrowed magic. No one remembers this Mage.
Tessa and friend's are on holidays from Storyverse school. but unfortunately Abagail Shakespeare is still loose. She may not be the only big bad one on the block. A mysterious little girl named Secret is trapped inside an amulet and is trying to get out. Secret knows everything, and is trying to use Nancy Red to break free. Not only that, but our hero's get separated from each other and find thems
Jacob: You’re a woman? A woman broke into our walls without resistance. I will kill you in this duel. But first, how the hell did you get in here? This city is heavily guarded.
Miff: Ask the guards she knocked unconscious, sexist pig.
Tessa storm knew her third year of Storyverse school wasn’t going to be easy. But when the forbidden queen herself rises again everything will change. Not only must Tessa master her knew third-year powers but she has to face the most powerful dark author of all time. Will the daughter of Shakespeare bring on an age of Storyverse supremacy or will Tessa storm and her valiant friend's snow and Willi
My name is William Stonehill. I am in a car going to my aunts wedding. My great grandfather died last Christmas. He had dementia but don’t tell him that. Not that I can now. That is in the past. In the present we are headed to my aunts wedding. She is getting married in an Inn a few km’s outside of Perth. The car seat was murder on my autistic ass. My sister Kelly was in the back with me along wi
Guard: Oy you, Huge man. What’s in the sack your carrying over your shoulder?
Moany: Just marshmallows.
Guard: Do you really think I’m stupid enough to think a bag big enough to carry a person holds marshmallows.
(Setting: Dark monument on Rottenest Island. Fire burning in a dark altar with tapestry’s surrounding it. Chakra and Valkyrie stand waiting.)
Melody: Valkyrie, despite the fact that you never knew your father he was from the Nightfall Clan. Do you accept the Map of Witch Way, the complete map of the Witches Den.
When a book is written a pocket, universe is made to witch the characters are born into. These universes are linked together in a pan-dimensional web. This is called the Storyverse. Only a being called an interpreter can enter the Storyverce. An author in possession of binding rings can use the power of all the worlds they’ve made.
But who am I? My name is Tessa Storm. This story is starts in my b
My name is Temperance Storm. I am 24 and I am an interpreter. Interpreters can enter stories at will. The Storyverse Is a very large place. The year is 1616. The day is the 22nd of April. As you know, living in the future Shakespeare died on the 23RD of April 1616.
Words have power. But what about stories? All throughout human history men, women and children have told epic tales of heroes and villains. This story is a little different. It tells about the power of stories. Because whenever a book is written, it creates a pocket universe to which the characters are born into. The universes are linked in a kind of quantum web
It was a foggy Thursday morning at the Mary Ghost Academy of Dreams. We were under water in a castle pulled out of the dream network. The Dream Network is a universal network that links the dreams of the entire planet simultaneously.
Somewhere around the turn of the last century, there was a little girl. That little girl’s name was Jasmin. She was nine. Her imagination was very powerful. Her mother was in the shower. It was 5:20 in the morning.
Jasmin heard a voice calling from up-stairs. A laugh from beyond.
I, Crystal Blood-Stone was a sleep in my bed. But on Rottnest Island, something was happening to someone I knew. A police man named Dylan who was also my uncle was screaming in the dead of night. “COME ON CONTACTS. GET TO CRYSTAL ALREADY”!!! He pointed his gun at a fish-man nightmare. He shot, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM. The nightmare shuddered.
Betty Butter showed up outside our door, she replied “HA! You have to share a bed with a half-mare. I heard a story about the last people who did that. They had their blood drained while they slept. Put into bags and drank for breakfast”. Black yelled “I don’t drink blood! I prefer hair, and spiders. Ant eggs aren’t half bad either. But, I don’t kill people. She’s just trying to psyche you out”.
A giant woman made entirely out of water jumped out of the water. She was literally 15 metres tall!!! I grabbed a bunch of pine cones. Matilda screamed “I have made a biological fuel. James give this boat a cylinder with a nozzle on one end. The water lady was standing on the sand.
Donald: Chakra, this is Sandra. She’s an old colleague of mine.
Sandra: If anyone knows how hard it is to be a female witch hunter, it’s me. May I introduce my daughter? The lady Valkyrie.
Valkyrie: Hi, you must be the famous Chakra
I was with my sister Kates friends, Drowsy, Grass and Tracy in a dark spooky room in my apartment.
An avian voice crept over the building intercom. “listen humans, I am Rhino. You cannot see me but I can see you. You must hold together for until 4:00AM for Wakers to find you. The phone lines are dead, I am not human. welcome to my game….. the House of Nightmares”.`
“listen humans, I am Rhino. You cannot see me, but I can see you. You must hold together for until 4:00AM for Wakers to find you. The phone lines are dead, I am not human. Welcome to my game…..the house of nightmares”.
Ever wonder what its like to have a curriculum about sleep walkers when you are a sleep walker, and no one knows it? Then add a multi-million-dollar industry corrupting the curriculum to make kids scared of sleep walkers so that you buy anti-sleep-walker weapons!
Hi, I’m Amy, And I’m a sleepwalker. There has been a sleep walking epidemic for 5 years now. The first thing you need to know about being a sleep walker is that it’s really scary. Imagine going to sleep one night and not knowing where you are going to wake up? Or who is going to be chasing you? Or what people would think of you if they knew what you were. Imagine that being normal.
The day was late. I lay asleep in bed. But my sister, Sis, was about to go through a rather crazy experience. I awoke to a massive, buzzing, primal energy. I walked into Sis’s room. Apparently something was going to be pretty crazy. Well more than normal anyway.
Chakra and Grace, who are witches, are in a meeting room discussing with Donald, who is a famous witch hunter, what to do about the witch hunter invasion. Grace, the head of the Perth Coven shows Donald $2500 for a bribe to help fight the other super powered immortal witch hunters.
It all started one stormy night. My name is I, my half-brother is Bro, my half-sister is Sis. We’re Aura’s, that’s one step above a witch. witch is a human that manipulates the microscopic vibrations inside everything. An Aura, is a human that evolved past the need for a body and has become energy.
That night Matilda with her all black eyes strode down the stairs last night. Past her sleeping trainer’s and across the floor. As she tried to sneak out to spy on my cat Hairball she saw while opening the door that Hairball had left muddy foot prints
(Tessa waiting on train station)
Mum: Tessa, I have something for you. A relic from the heart of the big bang itself. A by-product from the primordial storm of creation.
Tessa: You mean like a drop of water or something.
Hi, it’s the Space Dog again. This is day 29 of my voice, ahh I mean voyage to Mars. I think that the Mars bars must taste awesome on Mars. Mmmm Mars. Chocolate is not doggie poison. I don’t care what the very beefy vet says, it’s just so tasty. I am berry bored. Not much has happened.