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Post by TheMacroprosopus on Apr 23, 2004 16:04:34 GMT -5
Another idea is to maybe find all the ways the word "Dragon" is pronounced in other languages and to chose one particular variation that you like the sound of. Hmmm..I'm not too swift when it comes to searching for such things....Is that possible on Google? sure it is, but what would I look for?
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Post by MisterAnderson on Apr 26, 2004 23:02:55 GMT -5
Try Babelfish, Stup. world.altavista.com/I just typed in "dragon" & translated it to Dutch, came out as Draak....sounds alright. Have a play and see what you come up with.
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Post by TheMacroprosopus on Apr 27, 2004 6:10:51 GMT -5
Kick ass. Thanks. I shall try that in Science today (computer lab period)....
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Post by NateP on May 4, 2004 0:26:15 GMT -5
Good story so far, continue when you can. ;D
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Post by TheMacroprosopus on May 4, 2004 19:31:29 GMT -5
Good story so far, continue when you can. ;D I most definitely shall. Thanks, by the way. However, there have been really only two reasons as to why I haven't done any more. 1. I have found a new love for my guitar. 2. I've been lazy. Pogo has taken over my life. I should try to stop that. So yeah, I shall continue shortly.
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Post by NateP on May 6, 2004 15:00:57 GMT -5
I most definitely shall. Thanks, by the way. However, there have been really only two reasons as to why I haven't done any more. 1. I have found a new love for my guitar. 2. I've been lazy. Pogo has taken over my life. I should try to stop that. So yeah, I shall continue shortly. Cool! The guitar is a cool tool to procrastinae with!
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Post by TheMacroprosopus on May 6, 2004 17:38:41 GMT -5
Heh, I thought so too. My only complaint is that acoustics don't have enough frets to do Metallica. I just stick with the main parts and don't do the solos. Works for me.
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Post by MisterAnderson on May 6, 2004 18:01:53 GMT -5
I love hearing a good acoustic session at the pub. And Seal also has some great accoustic tracks on his singles & EP's.
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Post by NateP on May 6, 2004 19:11:13 GMT -5
Hey, Stuponfucious, what kind of guitar do you have? I own a Fender DG-9. Good guitar for my old class in school.
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Post by TheMacroprosopus on May 6, 2004 20:36:37 GMT -5
At present, a steel six string..Art and Lutherie "Wild Cherry". It's part of the Godin company, which I believe is Canadian.
The next one I want is a Godin LG-X, which is a kickin' electric. Supposedly really good.
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Post by TheMacroprosopus on May 18, 2004 16:58:46 GMT -5
I dunno about the rest of y'all, but I'm actually startin' to work on the story again, which makes me happy (hence the "the rest of y'all"). Mainly in Law class.
Look forward to a name for the beast (most likely Draak. Or Drache. The only ones I really like), and a new character. That's about it for now....
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Post by MisterAnderson on May 18, 2004 23:06:27 GMT -5
There is also spelling Dragon backwards & using that for a name.
"Nogard"
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Post by TheMacroprosopus on May 19, 2004 18:01:51 GMT -5
Hmm..I could do so many different variations with just those six letters, now that I think about it... However, I took you up on the first idea and went to babelfish. You'll see....
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Post by TheMacroprosopus on May 19, 2004 21:18:02 GMT -5
Alright. So, to keep everyone reading, I have decided to post some more. However, this isn't as far as I had hoped to go. But still. I know where it is going....
John tried hard to think of a fitting name for the beast. He thought through all the movies he had seen; all the books he had read. Suddenly, random conversations with his Dutch grandmother ran through his mind. She had called herself a “big, old, fire-breathing dragon.” But she hadn’t used the word “dragon.” What was it she said? “I need to go home and get a dictionary….I think I might have a name,” John said, after a few more seconds of thought. The dragon looked at him and seemed to smile. “My dear boy. Home? Your old friends could be there, right now, investigating. You can’t go home.” The dragon laughed. “Perhaps the library may have a dictionary?” “Not a Dutch one.” “You won’t know until you try.” “So, you’re telling me to walk into the public city library, in front of newspaper-reading old people, to get a word from a dictionary? But, I can’t go home.” John could not understand how the dragon thought this would work. “Of course not! Not the city library. There is one not far from here, on the other side of this hill. You can drive there in five minutes. Ah…but do you have a change of clothes? I have water here for you to wash. No soap, however. You can’t go out like that; mainly in your police uniform.” “Um, yeah, I think I have a police t-shirt and jeans, change of underwear…all that stuff. Maybe even some soap. Haha. Camping pack.”
Forty-five minutes later, John found himself in front of a small library on the edge of a small town. He had never known of this area’s existence. He went into the library, and saw a newspaper dispenser. He was relieved to see that none had been taken. He put a dollar in the slot and took all of the papers, each with his face in the corner, putting them in his backpack. He walked up to the librarian’s desk and asked if there was a Dutch dictionary. The slim old woman simply pointed to a far corner, not bothering to look up from her novel.
This shall continue......
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Post by NateP on May 19, 2004 21:23:34 GMT -5
Cool.....I wonder what name you chose. So John had a camping pack in his car?
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Post by TheMacroprosopus on May 20, 2004 21:30:13 GMT -5
Umm...yeah....those crazy cops and all. I dunno. That just kinda happened. Perhaps simply a change of clothes for the cop gym thing. I'll have to figure that one out. Good call. Thanks. Hmm....
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Post by NateP on May 20, 2004 22:10:05 GMT -5
The gym bag sounds feasible. Continue!! ;D
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Post by TheMacroprosopus on May 21, 2004 15:30:30 GMT -5
Haha, I shall. Perhaps tonight. Or, if my friends don't come over tomorrow, perhaps then...
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Post by JenGe on May 23, 2004 18:52:30 GMT -5
Ok, you should be able to post in this thread now. I can't do anything about the messed up page count though. Sorry.
Go ahead & start a new thread if you wish to...
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Post by TheMacroprosopus on May 23, 2004 19:44:21 GMT -5
Wicked! Great thanks be to you. Mine didn't have a messed up page count, however. But thanks all the same. ;D
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Post by TheMacroprosopus on May 23, 2004 20:10:11 GMT -5
Wait, I see it now. Messed up from the outside. It's normal from in here. Okay.
I'm gonna continue the story. Not because I have a lot to say, but because I feel like it. Well, it's also a lack of feeling. I don't feel like re-italicizing a whole bunch of stuff. So.....
John walked to where the librarian had indicated and began searching for a Dutch dictionary. It took a fair while, as it was practically hidden behind a set of various German and French dictionaries. There were a few odd combinations as well, such as German-Italian, or Swedish-French. Who here would need those? John thought, as he quietly chuckled. He found the dictionary he was looking for, although he feared that most of the pages would fall out; the book must have been at least 70 years old. Thinking it was time for an update, John began skimming through the pages, searching for “D”. He found the page with dragon, and almost yelled with delight. “Draak!” he exclaimed. The librarian actually detached herself from the world of her romance novel to glare at him. “Sorry,” he mumbled, as he walked by her, and out onto the parking lot. “Found it yet?” A whisper in John’s ear made him jump and spin around. There was no one there. John became frightened. “What the…?” “Interesting,” the voice continued. “Very interesting. It works. Hurry up,” the voice went away and John was left alone in front of his car.
John sped back to the cave to relay the story of the voice but found that the dragon already knew. “I like the name Draak. Yes, that will do. Thank you, John. Now, the voice you heard. That was I. I was testing your abilities. If I am able to do that, your powers are almost limitless. You may very well be able to read minds, once you harness what you may potentially possess.” “Really? That is quite interesting. I can’t wait,” John was quite intrigued by this concept. He could use this ability to his advantage, on many levels. His main thought was women, though. “You will have to,” Draak replied. “Such a thing must be mastered and used in moderation. What you may find could disturb you immensely. There are things deep within the mind that should remain there. We really should begin honing your skills now. The sooner we learn about all you can do, the better.”
Chapter 2
Christina found herself running down an alley again. Not running from something, however; after something. The robbery had been committed just around the corner from her cruiser, and so, naturally, she was first at the scene. The criminal had run from her for five minutes, and was finally showing signs of slowing down. Especially now. He had not predicted the fence at the end of this alley. Christina had. She had chased countless offenders here before. Easy bust from here. The man was far too tired to hop the fence so he turned to face her, panting. She grabbed him by the arm and spun him against the fence. “You, sir, are under arrest. Armed robbery. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney…” “Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard all that bull-” “Hey! There is a lady present!” Christina interjected before he could finish. “You ain’t no lady. I’ve heard it all before. Look at me. You think this is my first time? Come on woman,” this guy obviously had a deathwish. “Fine then. Get moving.” Christina shoved him forward and out of the alley. It was a long walk back to the car. “You interrupted my book. I’m rather unhappy with you. Besides the fact that you robbed a good friend of mine. I’m gonna make sure you don’t get out too easily. Trust me.” The man tried to spit on her shoe, but she whacked him in the head in time for him to land it on his own chest. “Good job,” she laughed.
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Post by NateP on May 24, 2004 9:52:55 GMT -5
HAHAHA.... Christina reminds me of an old girlfriend ;D ;D good stuff! Draak is cool, as is that mention of "almost limitless power".
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Post by TheMacroprosopus on May 24, 2004 12:00:41 GMT -5
Heh, yeah. I just tend to like the name Christina. I'm not all that sure why. Oh, and if you have any problems with the name Christina (I.E. if it didn't go all that well), feel free to change it whenever you see it. I won't mind.
And, the "almost limitless power". Yeah. When I was, like, 14, I had begun with this idea as a comic book, but it didn't go too well. He was at one point in a huge battle with aliens (which is totally justifiable, cuz there's dragons too, so why not?), and he gets his arm blown off and loses an eye. ....big hole through his chest. However, everything heals. It was as if he couldn't be killed. But I'm not sure how I can incorporate such things into this one. It'll happen if it happens I guess.
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Post by NateP on May 24, 2004 14:47:56 GMT -5
no no no, it's not the name that made me think of her, it's her mannerisms ;D....Don't worry about it, we broke up a while back, stayed friends, then she left and went to Florida....it's all good ;D
sorry for the misunderstanding!
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Post by TheMacroprosopus on May 24, 2004 15:14:06 GMT -5
Oh! Gotcha. Okay. I'd continue to continue, but I'm supposed to be working on science, so....
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Post by TheMacroprosopus on May 28, 2004 21:10:17 GMT -5
And, "Puff"? Hmmm.....that has given me an idea.... Damn. Just realized I didn't use said idea. Oh well. Perhaps when I go to publish it I will. It was gonna be funny too. John was going to suggest it to Draak (as it has been revealed), and Draak was to have a humourous response (well, as funny as I could make it.) By the way, how is "Draak" to be pronounced? Is it like "Drake", or "Drak"? I've been curious about that since I chose it. Most authors know how to pronounce all names in their books. Oops.
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Post by MisterAnderson on May 29, 2004 18:21:00 GMT -5
I would think it would be pronounced "Dr-ahhhk".
Or something to that effect.
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Post by TheMacroprosopus on May 29, 2004 19:37:40 GMT -5
Yeah, that's how I've always said it. Alright. Good. I'm not alone. Thanks.
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Post by NateP on May 30, 2004 13:51:23 GMT -5
I agree with MisterAnderson in the pronounciation
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Post by TheMacroprosopus on Jun 6, 2004 20:53:16 GMT -5
Hey look! There's more. I didn't like this part when I first wrote it. I didn't feel that I had captured the action well enough. But it grew on me as I typed it. Here it is...
As Christina got to her car with her catch, she saw a city police car racing away toward the hills that separated the city from the town. She threw the man into the back seat of the cruiser and looked up in time to see the distant car stop and shut off, the dimming brake lights plunging the area around it into darkness. Have to check that out later, she thought, sliding into the driver’s seat. She drove back to the small town station, filler out the necessary paperwork and was back to her car in less than an hour.
Christina stopped behind the other police car, and looked towards the caves. Just as John had, she took out a flashlight and her gun. She had to turn the flashlight on five feet from the car; it had become much darker. She slowly walked up the hill, looking around her always. Stepping into the entrance to the caves, Christina shone her light down every visible tunnel. It was this that alerted Draak. “John!” the beast whispered urgently. “Put the fire out. Quickly!” “Alright…what’s going on?” John was quite confused. “No time. Put it out.”
Back at the entrance, Christina noticed a slight change in lighting, but blamed it on the flashlight’s bulb. She continued further into the damp, cool caves. She randomly chose a tunnel and ended heading down the tunnel that led directly to John and Draak. Weird, she thought. This path is warmer. John could now see what the dragon was so afraid of. Light was coming down the tunnel towards them. He swore under his breath, crouched down, and tried with all his might not to make a sound. Christina finally reached the cave. The beam of light from the flashlight was rather direct, so not much outside the beam was illuminated. She did a sweep of the area with her light at about head height. John was surprised that the beam didn’t hit the dragon. “Nothing,” Christina deduced aloud. “Where the hell did that guy go?” She lowered the beam and turned to leave. But something caught her eye. She turned back and the beam of light fell on John. “Hello.” “Christina raised her gun. “Who the hell are you, and why are you here?” “Let’s start with ‘I’m a cop’. Then, we’ll move on to ‘I can’t tell you why I’m here.’” “Why not?” Christina demanded. “That would be the same as telling you why he’s here, would it not?” Christina turned to where the voice had come from, but there was nothing where the light landed. “Lady, you really shouldn’t be here.” John was standing now, and was inching closer to Christina. “Damn, I wish I had the fire going still. I could see what I’m doing.” “I’ll get it,” came Draak’s reply. “What? No, man, don’t do it!” But it was too late. Draak had restored the flame in the middle of the room. The walls danced with life, and Christina finally saw the source of the second voice. Almost without thought, Christina fired at Draak. The massive beast tried to move away, but the bullet never reached him; John had jumped in the way. He had tried to knock the gun out of Christina’s hands, but he wasn’t quite fast enough. Instead, he took the bullet in his right shoulder. The combination of a low caliber and increased muscle mass prevented the bullet from passing through. “Oh my God, buddy. What the hell were you thinking?”
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