So I'm writing a book.

MuNkY

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I started a new one, seeing as the last one was kind of stupid.

So anyway, I have no idea where the plot of this one is going. Although I do have about a chapter and a quarter figured out, plus the ending, I don't have a clue.

No real point to this. I just thought it was funny. :rotfl:
 
Going to write the great american novel eh? Good luck to ya..
 
AllyGirlie said:
Going to write the great american novel eh? Good luck to ya..
I think it's pretty good so far. I have three pages of it written if anybody wants to read it. :confused3
 
Yeah, I'd be interested in reading it. I love to write.
 

All eyes were on the convention. All of the world’s greatest leaders were there. Presidents, Prime Ministers, Kings and Queens. Even a few warlords managed to make it to this grand event. But what was the occasion? Estacado, a company that sold military technology, was unveiling their new invention.

Normally they just sold to Mexico, the land closest to the company’s private, man-made island. Estacado’s inventions had made Mexico a superpower, more technologically advanced than the United States, China, and Great Brittan. Using this technology, Mexico had conquered Belize, Guatemala, Honduras, Costa Rica, Panama, and half of South America. Nobody dared attack this quickly moving juggernaut because any force that got in its way was quickly, cleanly, and efficiently wiped out.

But this time Estacado had another idea. The business was lacking funds for its research, so in an effort to make some money, the company had publicly stated that this time their latest invention would be sold to the highest bidder. This had created quite a stir among the world. Estacado itself said that, whoever bought this invention could quite possibly make their military unstoppable overnight, and as a result of this, countries were willing to spend unheard-of amounts of money for it. Royal families were planning to spend their entire fortunes for it, and warlords were about to give vast amounts of land for it. Whatever it was, it was going to change the world, and everybody wanted it.

Everyone was crowded into Cobo Hall in Detroit for the unveiling. A man walked onto the stage to a massive applause. Miguel Castillo. The man had single handedly made Estacado. A man raised in the middle of the Mojave Desert, miles away from a town of any size at all. Youngest of five brothers born into a family of poverty, he had somehow managed to acquire an education that would put Harvard graduates to shame. At the age of twenty, he saved and saved until he had enough money for a one-way train ticket out of the desert. The only problem was that the nearest train station was two hundred miles away, and his family didn’t posses a car. But this didn’t stop him. He walked the two hundred miles in a week, drinking water out of cacti, and eating small birds and lizards. He later published a book about this experience, which is currently a worldwide best seller. He later used the profits of his book to create Estopers, a company devoted to technological research. With them, Miguel developed the first Helium bomb. More of a joke than a weapon, it raised the pitch of everyone’s voices within a twenty mile radius, as the people of Los Angeles found out the hard way. But Miguel mistakenly took the company public, and Samuel James, a man who had suspiciously been given billions of dollars by Bill Gates himself, bought many of the shares.

You could say Miguel and Samuel didn’t get along. After many disputes on how the company should be run, Miguel sold his shares. Just in time too. Soon after he left, the company went bankrupt. So Miguel took the billions he had made from Estopers, and built his own island in the Pacific Ocean off the coast of Mexico. He later built factories, hired the greatest minds of world, and created Estacado. His first several projects were secret, almost on the scale of the Manhattan project. He and his team created powerful microwaves to cook the enemy alive. They created Star Wars-like laser guns, and armor that could stop practically everything, including their microwaves and lasers. They had also put man on Mars before anybody else on earth, and they got there in an astonishing three weeks. So here he was, an evil genius about to give the greatest military invention of all time to anybody who paid the most. Who knew who would get it?

“I believe we are all here?” Miguel asked as the crowed started to quiet down. “Good. Now, I know you have all heard about this new breakthrough from my labs. Well, I can honestly say, that this is in fact the greatest achievement not only by my company, but perhaps by mankind as a whole. I have been tinkering with this design by the age of seven. Something that could give someone almost god-like powers. The ability to wipe out entire cities in minutes. Going in un-detected, and getting out without leaving a trace of evidence that you were ever there. Ladies and gentlemen, behind this curtain sits the most powerful weapon man has ever seen. So without further delay, I give you, the X-645 Fighter!”

The curtain was dropped to reveal a futuristic looking plane. It was something that seemed to have come right out of a video game. Painted jet-black, it had a mean look to it. The slanted forward wings also added to it’s, “I’ll beat you blind” look. Its engines were hidden inside the fuselage of the plane. Its twin tails were slanted in, almost like a triangle, and the canopy of the cockpit looked like a pyramid of tinted glass. Yet somehow, the crowd was not at all impressed.

“You brought us here for a plane?” one man exclaimed.

“One that looks terribly out of date not to mention.” someone else added.

“I doubt if it even flies.” Another person said.

Miguel seemed to be insulted by the remarks and mumbles going on in the crowd. “Well at least wait until I give you some of the specs of it before you go off insulting the very thing that could be demolishing your countries not too long from now. So anyway, the first thing that amazes me about this machine is its speed. You may all be wondering what the “645” stands for. Well, you see its engines are a new kind of jet. They operate on simply air in the atmosphere of the earth. You see, its fuel is the hydrogen atoms in the air. It separates them from the rest of the elements in the air in its intake because of a special foil we’ve coated it with. It then goes into a separate chamber that basically rips apart the atom causing an explosion, but not on the scale of a hydrogen bomb. This explosion gets channeled out of the back of the jet, resulting in extremely fast speeds. It works basically the same way in space. But as for the 645, well, we flew to the moon and back in six hundred and forty five minutes exactly. Another thing amazing about it is its quietness. Let me turn it on, and show you just how quite it is.”

He typed in a few things on his laptop sitting on a table. With that, there was a slight hum coming from the plane, and it lifted off a few inches from the stage. This was met with “oos” and “aahs” from the crowd.

“Now some would say that this plane being so quiet would be enough,” Miguel continued, “but we at Estacado believe in going above and beyond for our customers. So we worked night and day, making technological strides that should have taken decades to crack. But seeing as I have the best minds of our age in one place, we sped up the process a little bit. Now those of you that can, you might want to sit down for this.”

He typed in something else into his laptop. With this the plane seemed to disappear. Some were amazed. Others were annoyed.

“Where did it go?” one guy asked.

“He brought us here for a hologram!” another exclaimed.

“Now, I know some of you think you’ve been duped. Well, I was hoping I would get to use this.”

Miguel picked up a paintball gun off of the table. He then took a shot in the direction of the plane. Amazingly, the paintball seemed to splatter in mid-air. The crowd gasped at this, and a few people fainted as Miguel typed in a few things into his computer, and the plane re-appeared, this time with a spot of wet paint on it. Miguel smiled, and continued to address the crowd.

“We accomplished this by placing super-sensitive cameras all throughout the plane. They are always filming the plane’s surroundings. These cameras are connected to trillions of what you could call pixels right underneath the plane’s surface. You can tell these pixels what color to be, and they will change to that color. For instance, right now I have it set on black. When it “disappeared”, I had it set on the camouflage setting. This connects the cameras to the pixels, projecting the pictures from the cameras onto various parts of the plane, making it virtually, invisible. Its computers are also constantly monitoring minute changes in altitude and direction, and making small changes, so it flies as steady as a rock. We flew it through the eye wall of a category five hurricane this summer, and it didn’t budge. Also to add to it, it is made out of the same material as our armor. It is literally bulletproof, microwaveproof, and laserproof. It is also ventilated so you could fly this right through a cloud of mustard gas, and you would be perfectly fine. It’s also stops radiation, so if a nuclear bomb went off near you, you would be safe. Now I’m sure you all have figured out by now the possibilities of this plane. I believe there are representatives of the United States and Al-Qaeda? As for the United States, you could fly this plane through the mountains of Afghanistan without a trace. As for Al-Qaeda, you could fly this thing right into Times Square with a nuclear payload, and nobody would even know you are there.”

“Ten billion!” One man rang out.

“Forget that, Twenty Billion!” another said.

“Don’t take the chump change, Fifty billion!” a third exclaimed.

“Now everyone don’t fret. I believe you all received a small keypad when you entered here? It should look something like a calculator. Well, simply enter your bids into that, and press, “enter”, and your bids will be sent to my laptop here. I will announce the winner once everyone has placed their bids.” Miguel declared.

Everyone with a keypad entered their bids. Miguel suddenly got a sick, sadistic smile on his face.
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Sorry that it just kind of cuts off at the end there. Also keep in mind that this is supposed to take place a good 30 years or so from now.
 
I like it. Not really my taste, but I like it. very well written. :thumbsup2
 
Well, you have a few spelling and grammar mistakes in there, but that's usually what I pick at first in anything I read. Also, some of the parts were a little, well, awkward, as in it didn't really fit into the context of the writing. Particularly the microwave and laser part, you need to find another way to express and explain that. That's just what I think though. Other than that it was pretty good..
 
AllyGirlie said:
Well, you have a few spelling and grammar mistakes in there, but that's usually what I pick at first in anything I read. Also, some of the parts were a little, well, awkward, as in it didn't really fit into the context of the writing. Particularly the microwave and laser part, you need to find another way to express and explain that. That's just what I think though. Other than that it was pretty good..
30 years into the future remember.

Also the japanese developed weak Microwave rays that could disable cars at close range in World War 2. :confused3

Ans what were the grammar errors. :confused3
 
MuNkY said:
30 years into the future remember.

Also the japanese developed weak Microwave rays that could disable cars at close range in World War 2. :confused3

Ans what were the grammar errors. :confused3

That's not what I meant. I know it's supposed to be futuristic. When you explained how Miguel developed the microwave and laser technology it was awkward phrasing in my opinion. You could have explained it differently..
 
wow...interesting...still not my type of reading but i thought it was nice :thumbsup2
 
I have my own story about 8 pg.'s long!It was hard to write. :coffee:
 
I'am actually writing a book called History of the Super Bowl.
 
Its not might type but it was still really good!!!! :thumbsup2 :sunny:
 
Good job! :thumbsup2 Writing a book is something that i've always wanted to do. Good luck and keep working at it! :Pinkbounc
 


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