1. I was 12 when i started writing in english. I'm 19 now.
2. My best fanfic would probably be Making Do and The Lifemaker
www.fanfiction.net/s/9050526/1/The-Lifemakerwww.fanfiction.net/s/8676436/1/Making-DoNote that these are my two most recent stories, that's because I think my writing has improved a lot since last year.
3. I don't mind getting direction on what I have to write, you just have to sort through the ideas later, because if i get excited for something I write a bit too much. Still, if you give me a clear subject and restrictions I'll be fine.
4. Here you go:
"Doc! I've got good news and bad news!"
"Vhat is it now?"
"The structure is definitely failing, but if you have quick legs you might just make it to this side. And if you get here, there's something you should see.
The Medic stared at the bridge. The weight of the Engineer alone had made it snap in the middle, and there was at least a 20 centimeter vertical gap between his end of the bridge and the Engineer's .
"Keep moving and you'll be fine! If you start, don't stop!"
"Jetzt geht los..." The Medic took a step back, and pulled out his medigun. "Neunzehn und neun Prozent? Verdammt!" He put it back on his back. No über, no protection from the fall. The Medic was very hesitant to move, but he also realized that there was no reason (outside of the fear) to stay behind. For a second he imagined that he was charging into a sentry-filled room with the Heavy at his side. Then, he went for it.
As the Medic stepped onto the bridge the slow and brooding sound began again, much louder then it was before. The Medic could see the gap between the two widening as he came close. There were no thoughts in his mind. He just had to keep going. His half of the walkway began to bend downwards even more the closer he came. At last, he had to jump for it. He reached for the underside of the walkway, and barely missed them. Now, the water was streaming down his face, almost knocking off his glasses. He slowly pulled himself up ontop of the Engineer's side, and lay there for a few seconds. His heart was pumping like mad , yet he forced himself to breath slowly to calm himself down.
For a short moment the Medic felt truly free, as if he could take on the world. Then, he heard the loud cracks, and realized that he wasn't out of danger yet. The other side of the walkway was starting to bend just like the one the Medic had ran over earlier.
"Don't just stay there, Doc, MOVE!" The Engineer shouted.
The Medic rose to his feet, and ran towards the Engineer. The road ahead continued to become steeper until the Medic reached the point where he knew he would fall over. Before that happened he reached for the metal sides of the walkway, and used the thin metal strips to slowly climb up. The strips seemed to bend easily, so the Medic fastened his pace of climbing
The Engineer got onto his knees and held out his gloved hand as far as he could without falling. He reached for the Medic. "Grab my hand, doc."
"Ja!" The Medic grabbed the Engineer's hand as tightly as he could, while the other hand reached for the edge .
"3...2...1.." The Engineer pulled as hard as he could, while the Medic pulled himself up . The Engineer felt his muscles complain, but he refused to let go until the Medic was more then a meter onto solid ground
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Taban started to feel worried. He suddenly felt much weaker then when he first entered these barren lands. As if something was slowly draining the life from him. He couldn't quite place it. He turned around. Releived that he could still see the dome, Taban continued to approach the large structure. It was metallic, like the dome from before, but this…structure seemed completely wrecked. The structure had been in ruins for quite a while.
Perhaps he could re-use some of the metal and wiring in his efforts to improve the dome. The roof was not finished, and he needed more materials to make sure it would stay structurally safe for a few years, at least.
"HELLO! ANYBODY HERE?" He yelled, but got no reply. "I guess it's just me."
Taban tapped on a lone sheet of metal, intent on testing it's stability. The short, yet fierce sound of metal of metal echoed around the abandoned buildings before fading into the ever-lasting sounds of the soaring winds.
"Seems solid enough." He looked around for more usable sheets, when he noticed that most buildings had the letters "Site 32" on them. "Site 32? Hmm...this looks like some kind of research facility." There were all kinds of simplified warning signs on the walls, and a defunct neon sign that said "Use caution when handling all chemicals."
He continued his search, wading deeper and deeper into site 32. At first he was cautious, but it soon appeared to him that nothing could live out here. Oh, how wrong he was. On a whim he continued until he reached a large open space. In front of him were more defunct laboratories, but to the rright there was a large flat space that stretched past many of the buildings.
"That looks just like one of these metal roads. Hmm…I guess this is the end of site 32, then. Hold on, what's that?" Taban could see a vehicle in the distance. Carefully he approached it, and examined it closer. It was painted blue on top, and yellow on the lower half. Small flaps of metal extended from the front of the object. In the lower back there were several pipes leading right into the object. From the wheels below it taban could determine that it was an autonomous carriage, or as he liked to call it, a vehicle.
It was simply incredible. Taban had came up with the idea of an autonomous land vehicle, but it didn't seem possible…yet. Guardia had steam powered boats, but these engines were not suited for land travel. They were too big and bloated, no kind of land vehicle would be big enough to carry them and still be able to move faster than a horse drawn carriage. With some study, perhaps he would be able to repair it, and control it.
Suddenly, he could hear several creaks. Metal hinges moved back and forth. Taban suddenly recognized the sound. It sounded like one of the robots he encountered below the dome.
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In general though, I think I'm a better idea supplier and brainstomer then I am a writer. But I'll leave that up to you to decide. Give me something to do and I'll write it for you!