Shadow Walker
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This is the story that I have been working on for a while.. This is one of the reasons why I have this name. I hope you enjoy. This story does not have chapters because I am planning on making it a graphic novel in the future.
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Sнαdow Wαlкэя wrote:
❔❔❔This is the story that I have been working on for a while.. This is one of the reasons why I have this name. I hope you enjoy. This story does not have chapters because I am planning on making it a graphic novel in the future.
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Darkness creeps over New York, pure evil. The darkness is a cloud of black smoke and demons. They come to wreak havoc on the people of New York. The problem is that the people can’t see them. They live their normal lives thinking that they will never face the consequence. They need a hero, a person who can see that which is invisible to human eyes. They need Shadow Walker. He is given the gift of seeing the invisible, and he knows how to fight the invisible.
“Breaking news, a freak thunderstorm has appeared in the sky. It has the possibility of creating strong straight-line winds. Please stay inside and only leave if you have an emergency.” That was the weather report sent throughout New York. Sadly, they have no clue as to what the real problem is. A black sports motorcycle is flying down the empty country highway. The driver is Shadow Walker; he is a black belt in Ninjutsu, Tae Kwon Do, and he is a Freerunner. Shadow Walker speeds up to 120 mph trying to reach New York as fast as he can.
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Just as Shadow Walker is about to reach the city limits three demons fly down from the sky. When they are 100 feet over his head he jumps off his motorcycle. He flies up in the air straight like a bullet, swords extended. He stabs the first demon right through the heart. The demon explodes in a ball of flames. Using the power of the flames, Shadow Walker shoots himself over to the second demon and cuts it in half. He then shoots himself over to the third demon and slices its head off right at the shoulders. Shadow Walker falls back to earth and lands in front of his motorcycle.
Shadow Walker starts to get on his motorcycle when he hears a shriek above. He looks up and sees a demon flying down from the sky, talons extended. Like a fireball the black markings on Shadow Walker’s body shoot up into the sky. The markings collide with each other and form into a man. The man is Black Fire. Black Fire reaches the demon and slices its stomach open. Black Fire then falls to earth and lands beside Shadow Walker.
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Shadow Walker looks at Black Fire and says, “Let’s go.”
They say that Shadow Walker is a fable, a legend, and just a story to scare criminals off the streets. They will soon learn their faulty mistake. Shadow Walker enters New York and drives his motorcycle into an alley. He gets off his motorcycle and runs towards the building closest to the motorcycle. He runs up the wall and reaches an emergency ladder. He climbs up the ladder and goes up to the stairs. Instead of walking up the stairs he climbs the handrails. Shadow Walker reaches the top of the building and jumps onto the roof. He walks to the edge of the building and looks out over the city.
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While Shadow Walker is standing on the edge of the building Black Fire walks up beside him. Shadow Walker glances at Black Fire and says, Only if they could see what is happening. They wouldn’t be living their normal lives.” Shadow Walker begins to remember his past as he looks out over the city. He was the oldest of three children. His name was John Trillan. When he was 21 he moved to New York to help teach a martial arts school. One day his family decides to visit him...
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And now we enter the past times of Shadow Walker’s life.
I sit up in my bed, something startled me. “What was that?” I silently put my feet on the ground and sneak over to my bedroom door. “There it is again...” I lean towards the door so that I can hear the noise better. “Whispers, something is whispering in my house.” I walk towards my bed and start to sit when I look over at the clock on my nightstand. The alarm clock wasn’t on. “Did I unplug it?” Silently I walk towards the nightstand and reach for my Rolex wristwatch. I lightly tap the button the lights up the time display. The light doesn’t turn on and the watch itself is dead.
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Confused and startled I creep over to my dresser. On top of the dresser is one of my most prized possessions, my favorite Ninjutsu sword. This sword is black with a full tang build, which means that the sword is made of one solid piece of metal. I touch the cold steel thankful that it still looks brand new. “Whoever broke into my house made a big mistake.” I have perfectly master sword fighting. I know how to kill anyone with a sword with the slightest movement of my arm.
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I walk out of my room and put my left hand on the handrail that guards anyone from falling twenty feet to the floor below. I look over the railing to see where the whispers are coming from. I am thankful for the years of training in martial arts, I can see everything even in the dark. I silently turn to walk down the steps with my sword in my hand. With each step that I take down the steps I continue to hear the whispers of whatever was lurking inside of my house.
I finally reach the bottom of the stairs. I creep across the floor like a snake, low and silent, like a Black Mamba, which is silent and extremely deadly. I take comfort in my silent feet, which allows me to walk in near perfect silence. I finally reach the end of the hallway and I peek around the corner into the living room. “Nothing looks different in here,” I think to myself. I silently move my right foot forward and step into the living room. I still hear the whispers but I can’t place where they are at, yet.
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Yawn😒
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I am about to take another step into the living room when I hear rain and see a bright flash of lightning. “Great, the lightning is going to blow my cover.” A little annoyed at the lighting coming at one of the worst times I am greatly thankful for the rain that can help mask any noise that I make, not that I am planning on making any noise though. Making my feet step with near perfect I move to the right side of the living room, which leads to the kitchen. “If anyone broke into my house they might be in the kitchen stealing the keys to my car.”
I finally reach the end of my living room and as quietly as I can I enter the kitchen. “Nothing seems out of the ordinary.” I take one more step into the kitchen when lightning lights the kitchen up. “Nothing, just like the living room.” I turn to the middle of the kitchen when another flash of lightning lights up the kitchen. There in the middle of the kitchen I see five dark figures standing in a circle. “Are they children?
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They only look to be about four feet tall.”
I take a step forward and I blink. When my eyes opened I find myself staring directly into the eyes of the five creatures. The red eyes of evil lit by the fires of Hell were staring directly at me. Awestruck and fear stricken I stumble backwards into the wall behind me. The five evil creatures lift their devil wings up into the air. I can’t decide what they are but I know just know for some reason that they are evil. Below at their feet I see large white candles each lit with a flame as red as blood.
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Can I go to sleep now?
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I drop the sword to the ground because I knew that it was useless against those things. Any physical thing was useless against the evil that was in front of me. “I am surely dead.” Another flash of lightning turns the kitchen into day for only a second. I hated the light because I wanted to hide in the darkness that separated me from the evil beyond. Against my wishes another flash comes and I see the creatures fly in a straight line from the candles. The creatures appeared to be shot out of a gun because of their speed. I have no time to react as the creatures collide into the walls and disappear into black smoke. I fall to the ground as one of the evil creatures pass right through me. I thought I felt my soul being taken from me at that moment. “What evil could...” I said nothing else as my mind stumbled into darkness.
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As if grabbing life after death, I feel myself being dragged out of the darkness. I open my eyes and find myself lying on the kitchen floor. “I am alive.” “Something protected me from certain death.” I slowly lift myself to my knees. “What were those evil things?” I slowly stand on my feet, I feel weak and nauseated. I limp towards one of the candles to see what they truly were. “What is that smell? It smells like cooper.” I reach down and touch one of the candles. I jerk my hand back as I feel evil flow through my arm. At the base of the candle I see a red line. I look closer and see that the line is a line of blood.
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“Blood, whose blood is this?” I wince as a feel a sharp pain on the upper part of my right arm. I put my left hand to my arm and pull it back. I feel moisture between my fingers. I look at my hand as another flash of lightning comes. I see blood that has now covered my hand. I look at my arm and for the first time I notice that blood is running down my arm. I pull up my sleeve and see that there is a large gash on my arm. Astonished, I let go of my sleeve and look back down at the candles. I look around at the candles when another flash of lightning lights illuminates the area between the candles. I feel a sharp stab of fear when I see what lay between the candles.
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So far, good story.
So far, terrible grammar.
Think I'll come back when your editor has had a look at it 👍Bed time! Night folks ✌💤
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♠Aⅅⅅ ϮuƦƑ₳♠ wrote:
I'm not paying much attention to grammar. It's going to be a graphic novel so, I didn't want to spend time paying attention to make the grammar perfect.So far, good story.
So far, terrible grammar.
Think I'll come back when your editor has had a look at it 👍Bed time! Night folks ✌💤
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Not only is the grammar at fault, the verb tenses and paragraph construction also need an editor's loving and undivided attention.
I say this with my utmost respect for a writer: it can be a difficult business, story-making.
I simply think you should consider investing some time into literature and general English classes before going public with your novels/novelettes.
Good luck pal! 👍
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Sнαdow Wαlкэя wrote:
Hmm. You'll find it easier to keep writing if the story flows easily as you reread it. And rest assured, you will reread each paragraph, each page and each chapter numerous times as your work progresses.♠Aⅅⅅ ϮuƦƑ₳♠ wrote:
I'm not paying much attention to grammar. It's going to be a graphic novel so, I didn't want to spend time paying attention to make the grammar perfect.So far, good story.
So far, terrible grammar.
Think I'll come back when your editor has had a look at it 👍Bed time! Night folks ✌💤
Again, good luck. I won't post again, not tonight. Lol. 👋✌👍
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♠Aⅅⅅ ϮuƦƑ₳♠ wrote:
I could make the grammar better. But I wasn't paying attention to how I wrote the grammar. This is just a basic sketch of how I am going to draw the pictures. Most of the text isn't going to be in the story at all, thankfully.Not only is the grammar at fault, the verb tenses and paragraph construction also need an editor's loving and undivided attention.
I say this with my utmost respect for a writer: it can be a difficult business, story-making.
I simply think you should consider investing some time into literature and general English classes before going public with your novels/novelettes.
Good luck pal! 👍
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I'd love to see this as a comic! Hell, I'd make it myself if I could!
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I have finally bought all the software that I need to make this a graphic novel, sadly my desktop computer just got 2 trojan birthday presents. I will start making the graphic novel after the computer is fixed. It should be tonight.
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A pentagram with a goat’s head lay in the middle. The goat’s cold dead eyes were staring directly into mine.
I almost threw up right there. Number one, I have never been involved with the occult. Number two, who would use my blood to draw a pentagram in my house. And finally, who in their right mind would leave a slaughtered goat’s head in the middle of my kitchen. “This is the devil’s work.” I knew that I was somehow cursed. What I didn’t know was that my life would never be the same. This was the end of life, as I knew it.
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Have you gotten copyrights, licenses, and trademarks yet? If not this was a bad idea because someone can come on here, copy and paste it and claim it as there own.
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I've already followed copyright rules to prove that this work is mine. So, if anyone tries to infringe my work... I have many ways to prove that I am the one who created this story. You don't need to pay for a copyright to keep your work safe, but I went on the copyright website and followed their instructions on how to keep my work mine. So, I am not afraid of putting this online. So yes, I have made sure that people can't copy and paste and claim it as their own.
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Sнαdow Wαlкэя wrote:
Ok good, wouldn't want it getting stolen or anything 😁I've already followed copyright rules to prove that this work is mine. So, if anyone tries to infringe my work... I have many ways to prove that I am the one who created this story. You don't need to pay for a copyright to keep your work safe, but I went on the copyright website and followed their instructions on how to keep my work mine. So, I am not afraid of putting this online. So yes, I have made sure that people can't copy and paste and claim it as their own.
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ѢʉʂĦⅈÐʘ/A͜ⅆㅌℤⅈʘ wrote:
That would stinkSнαdow Wαlкэя wrote:
Ok good, wouldn't want it getting stolen or anything 😁I've already followed copyright rules to prove that this work is mine. So, if anyone tries to infringe my work... I have many ways to prove that I am the one who created this story. You don't need to pay for a copyright to keep your work safe, but I went on the copyright website and followed their instructions on how to keep my work mine. So, I am not afraid of putting this online. So yes, I have made sure that people can't copy and paste and claim it as their own.
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Well, this is all that I am going to post right now for the story. I will hopefully be posting tomorrow or later today. Who wants me to make this into a graphic novel?
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Got any more? I for one like the concept. Could use a little editing with the story to flow better, but I think that using graphic novels as its medium is a good idea. Not only are they gaining in popularity, but also they are entertaining reads. As Turfa said, take a few English classes, but keep pursuing this! I would definitely get in line to buy a refined copy
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Jon Allen wrote:
Lol, I can actually write really well with grammar. I have taken many tests at school with English and, my writing and English skill level is above average. If I wanted to make the story have perfect grammar, I could. But, the reason why I am writing with poor grammar is.... I love messing with grammar Nazis.Got any more? I for one like the concept. Could use a little editing with the story to flow better, but I think that using graphic novels as its medium is a good idea. Not only are they gaining in popularity, but also they are entertaining reads. As Turfa said, take a few English classes, but keep pursuing this! I would definitely get in line to buy a refined copy
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