Untitled novel.

[WildSimba]

I'm posting it here, to save it from being killed with my computer, just for now, anything too graphic is written on binder paper.

Plot so far, in my head -
The story starts of as the narroration of Jake, a guy who is recently deceased, due to drowning, ironicly because a sponge gets caught in his air pocket, 500 feet under water. The mother, devistated before, is pushed to depression, so much that she decideds to make a stupid decision. She gets pregnant again. This time, she decided to try and experiment. She sends a person underwater to get one of the magical blue sponges. But in the process, the man forgets, and grabs a green sponge. He grinds it up, and gives it too her, in one of her meals. Surprisingly, it doesn't kill her. The baby seemed to have soaked up the sponge, and now, after 9 months, the baby is born. It comes out, and you figure out, the sponge gave him powers. The baby kills his mother, and goes on a rampage.
Growing at a deadly pace, the baby starts to kill everyone in the city. Then jake comes in. The sponge, for some reason as his new brother was born, he came out of his mom with him, a re-born twin. Jake sees his mission. He must go out to find the blue sponge again. This time, if he fails, the world will get killed by his baby brother. He finds the sponge, and wishes he never heard about the sponge in first place, and that the sponges never existed.
Everything goes back to normal. Jake and his mom have a talk now. She tells him that she wished the baby in her stomach never died. He puts his hand on his shoulder, and tells her, that although her first child died, that she still has him, to be the lovely child she always wanted. The mother realizes this is true, and she throws one of her plastic baby-dolls into the fireplace, signifying that she is over it, and now knows that Jake, was her real first child. Although, to end happy ending on a darker note, a scientist notices a stange sponge growing near the shore. The sponge is green.

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Random book - untitled - part one

You know how sometimes you've got the flu, and your nose hurts so bad, it feels like a million needles is scapping against your nose? Well, that's what I feel everytime I go to the ocean.
Sure, it might be a little bit fun at first, but is it really worth it in the end? My seem to think so, everytime they drag me there. Yet, whenever I go, I act like a deranged savage and go running around after my little sister.
I am man.
I am a man that goes by the name Jake.
For I am about to tell you about my mystical time, searching through the great ocean, in search for a horrible rumor that was placed upon our side of the land.
The story starts with something very simple for you to store away in your mind, just for now. Green is bad, blue is good. Got it? Repeat after me. Green is bad, blue is good. With this information, you will be able to understand my story, through the correct perspective.

The green stuff lays deep below sea level in the ocean. It may seem completely harmless, but it's a deadly killer. You see, it has spikes, on it's spongey fins, that slice small holes, barely even noticable to the naked eye, on the skin, and places a tiny bit of poisen inside the host. Many horror storys have been told around the island, where people have died, due to this deadly creature of the deep. In fact, one of my aunts supposively died due to this sponge. She was in search for the true good-natured hero, the blue sponge.

So why hunt this blue sponge out then? Well the answer, my clueless friend, is easy to understand enough. It's grants wishes. Yet, anyone that's ever even touched one of the blue ones have gone mad with power. They started having their enemys blow up, killing anyone who get in their way. I guess this is enough explanation of the sponge of death, for the time being.
I am man.
I am a man who is 34 years old.

Do you wonder why I am chasing a little sister around the ocean then? Well, I'll explain. It starts when my mother got pregnant for the first time. She was so happy, that she was about to bring life into the world, that she could bare it if the baby died. The first ultrasound was a-commin' and my mother was bitting her nails. There she sit in the waiting room, hoping time would pass quickly.
But it didn't.
"Mrs. Sanchez. It's your turn, darling," said the receptionist, with the big wart at the side of her cheek, and the sore on her lip. Warm saliva spit out of her mouth, as she spoke.
My mum walks into the doctors office, and sits on the bed. There the doctor stood, with a warm bottle of liquids in his hand. He poured it out, onto her bare stomach, which had noticably grown by now, and smeared the goo around.
He placed the scanner on her stomach, and watched for the baby on the screen. The doctor stares at the screen for a long time, before determining if the baby was alive and well, or dead, and not swell.
"Mrs. Sanchez, are you absolutely sure you were pregnant?" asked the doctor.
"I'm absolutely sure, the test was positive," said my mother, her lip trembling.
"I'm sorry then, Mrs. Sanchez, but this possibly the worst ever thing to tell a mother. Your baby, just didn't have the strength, too pull through. I'm sorry Mrs. Sanchez."
It was the end of a life, as far as my mother saw it. She spend countless days, staring at the wall, her eyeballs letting out a alone tear. The void would never be filled, and that was why my mother, at the moment my father picked her out of bed, and layed her down, decided to have me. The void still wasn't filled in her head, so she continued to have children.

That was nearly 30 years ago. Now I, her mischievious scientist, will now look for the most treasured thing, around my parts. My mother never knew, that the void was indeed filled when I was born, until I died. Her last words to me, were that she wished that child in her stomach wouldn't of died. Then I died, from drowning.

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It was the day when I was finally doing to take the dive for the sponges, when I did. I swam towards the target, approximately 500 feet under the ocean. I swam past many sponges, none were the one I was out for. Then I saw something that was blue, and looked a lot like a sponge. I swam towards it, fast, not looking around me.
A dead stop.
Something got caught in my mouthpiece. It was green. I didn't panic. I just kept trying to kick up, and get the sponge out of my mouthpiece, but it didn't work. Blood gushed out of my mouth, like a kid comming down a slide. The water around me was red. Everything got all foggy, and I felt life slipping. I then heard voices screaming at me. It was too late. I was dead.

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The search party they sent after me, wasn't able to find me for a while. I guess it was because the guy above sea level, just stood there picking green goblins, from his knocker. It was disturbing, because he flicked him right into the water, in which I was floating in, 500 feet below. The thing that finally sent a red flag, was well, red. It was my blood, comming up ashore.
The man jumped in, and found me, 500 feet later. He touched me with those booger fingers, on my cold, dead arm, and swam me up.
He tried to revive me, but it didn't work out. I was already dead.
So why, you may wonder, what I have to do with this story, well you'll find out soon enough. Now I have to tell you about my mothers imediate reaction to this.

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She was depressed. There the chair that never got sat in at all, she sat. Giving it a good buttox warming. She was clutching a picture of me, tears dropped all over the picture. She didn't know for sure if I was dead yet. She was crying because she knew she couldn't take the news again.
A knock on the door, signaled an imediate reaction in her gut. She stood up, and answered the door. A police officer sat her down. He told her what had happened to me. She then died inside. She knew I would never be able to talk to her ever again. She picked up the picture again, but this time, blinded with sadness, she threw it against the wall, the frame snapped in half, sending chunks of glass flying. One chunk hit her flat in the hand. Blood dripped down onto the picture. My face was now red with her red juice. My death sparked an imediate responce in her system. The baby that died, whilst in her stomach. She was devestated.


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The green sponge worked in mysterious ways. Yet, there is an actual proven way that it kills you. This section of my historic novel, is to tell you of what the deadly sponge does, and how it kills you.
First off, yes, it's a highly toxic critter. Even touching it with a strand of hair can, and will kill you. You may also want to know, that the death is not easy. When you first touch it, you won't notice a thing. In fact, you won't feel anything. During the time you touch it, it sends spike onto it's victim, filled with a horrible toxin, that will kill you slowly.
The first symtom, is that your fingertips will start to go numb. This is what happens when the cuts the spikes make, ingulf into your skin, and cause a slow, painful infection. Then, a little bit later, you'll feel a strange feeling in your stomach, as if something is traveling through it, you know, the normal feeling gas release, that your stomach sometimes lets out through your butt. Except nothing will come out. It will just end up feeling bad. Then you black out. The poisen moves through your body, destroying everything it comes by. Then you will die, the signature of the sponge killing someone being green goo, releasing out of your nose, eyes, and ears.
The green sponge is a very mysterious thing, and has pondered scientists for the last few years, since the rumors started. Every scientist in the world wanted to get one of these sponges, in order to dissect it, and figure out an antidote. Yet, no one has been able to yet. Why? Everyones afraid of the death that comes from it.
This my friend, is why the green sponge will forever remain a mystery.

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continuation later. if a mod needs to delete this, copy and paste the full story in a pm to me first. don't delete it. This is my freedom of speach.

Thanks,
WildSimba.

--- remember, this is a work in process, any detail left out, has just not been written yet, thanks.

what do you think? came to me, partly in a dream.

[Mike]

First of all, there's no freedom of speech on the internet, there's freedom of what an admin tells you you can say. The internet's a funny place that way ^.^

Second of all, there's no reason to delete this as far as I can see lol. Stories are certainly allowed to include pregnancy and death in them lol. =)

Thirdly, this is a very fine story so far! It's interesting and original, as well as being dark and mysterious. Hoping to see more =)

[WildSimba]

I posted an overall plot, of what I've though of, it is indeed subject to change. Feel free to give me ideas. Yes, this will be a full novel.

Symbols so far:

Green sponge - Death
Baby - Life
Blue sponge - Greed
Jakes mother - Sorrow
Jake - Peace

[NightmareMoon]

I've been impressed with this so far. I don't really have many comments otherwise, but just keep up the good work. This really impressed me. ^^