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| Topic Started: 25 May 2014, 03:15 (6020 Views) | |
| Hope_and_Heir | 25 May 2014, 03:15 Post #21 |
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UPDATE: Just The Beginning… ~ Prologue, by Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, the last of the Viking heroes. ~ Sometimes friends can come from the most unexpected places. I, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, ended up finding someone special from the least likely place I ever would have imagined. As a six-year old boy with no friends, but no absence of bullies, this day was something special to me. It is one day I never shall forget, even though at this time, my hair is as white as the snow on a winter morning at Berk. This story, is about the day I finally found someone who cared, but instead of telling you about it as the way I see it now, I'm going to tell you in the way my past childhood eyes saw it. Although the bright blue in those eyes have dimmed to almost gray, the spirit without them stays the same. The colors may have became duller around me, but in reality they haven't really changed. My childhood self might be far, far away from me, but he's still there. He never really left… ~ ~ Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third woke up with a start. A lightning flash illuminated the small, empty shack that stood a small ways from his house. The boy jumped, not expecting the loud, ominous thunder that shook his room. His eyes drifted to the nightmarish shack and he wondered how in Woden's name it could get any creepier. He had heard a rumor from his abhorrent, older cousin that the rickety structure was haunted. Could it possibly be true?… It certainly looked haunted. Then again, Snotlout wasn't notorious for telling the truth. Holding a pillow over his ears, as if to not hear it, the ginger didn't really care to find out. At least not at this moment… then again it was in the middle of the night. ~ ~ Putting his feet to the floor, Hiccup forced himself to get out of his stone cold bed. The chilling breeze brushed through the small child's ginger hair, as he looked out the window. Somehow, he obviously managed to go back to sleep during the storm, for it was morning. However, it must have been a struggle, judging by the covers half off the bed and the pillow a distance away on the floor. Heading out for some dragon watching, he grabbed his bearskin waistcoat and notebook. The ginger skipped breakfast, not hungry at the moment. His father seemed to already be up and moving and his mother was on yet another 'important quest'. The small child brushed his fingers against the door frame, while opening the door with his other hand. Hiccup walked slowly toward his favorite spot, about a five minute hike away, until he heard voices around the stone corner. |
'There Were Dragons When I Was A Boy…'   
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| Hope_and_Heir | 26 May 2014, 02:43 Post #22 |
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[color=#B40431]Winner of Shnuckle's Oneshot Fanfiction Contest 2014 [/color]
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Update: Just The Beginning… ~ Prologue, by Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, the last of the Viking heroes. ~ Sometimes friends can come from the most unexpected places. I, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, ended up finding someone special from the least likely place I ever would have imagined. As a six-year old boy with no friends, but no absence of bullies, this day was something special to me. It is one day I never shall forget, even though at this time, my hair is as white as the snow on a winter morning at Berk. This story, is about the day I finally found someone who cared, but instead of telling you about it as the way I see it now, I'm going to tell you in the way my past childhood eyes saw it. Although the bright blue in those eyes have dimmed to almost gray, the spirit without them stays the same. The colors may have became duller around me, but in reality they haven't really changed. My childhood self might be far, far away from me, but he's still there. He never really left… ~ ~ Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third woke up with a start. A lightning flash illuminated the small, empty shack that stood a small ways from his house. The boy jumped, not expecting the loud, ominous thunder that shook his room. His eyes drifted to the nightmarish shack and he wondered how in Woden's name it could get any creepier. He had heard a rumor from his abhorrent, older cousin that the rickety structure was haunted. Could it possibly be true?… It certainly looked haunted. Then again, Snotlout wasn't notorious for telling the truth. Holding a pillow over his ears, as if to not hear it, the ginger didn't really care to find out. At least not at this moment… then again it was in the middle of the night. ~ ~ Putting his feet to the floor, Hiccup forced himself to get out of his stone cold bed. The chilling breeze brushed through the small child's ginger hair, as he looked out the window. Somehow, he obviously managed to go back to sleep during the storm, for it was morning. However, it must have been a struggle, judging by the covers half off the bed and the pillow a distance away on the floor. Heading out for some dragon watching, he grabbed his bearskin waistcoat and notebook. The ginger skipped breakfast, not hungry at the moment. His father seemed to already be up and moving and his mother was on yet another 'important quest'. The small child brushed his fingers against the door frame, while opening the door with his other hand. Hiccup walked slowly toward his favorite spot, about a five minute hike away, until he heard voices around the stone corner. The voices belonged to the other kids in the hooligan tribe and Hiccup could just make out what they were were saying. "I don't know… that stupid shack gives me the creeps…" once voice stated while stuttering. "You aren't telling me that you're scared, are you?..." Sneered another nine year old voice, that Hiccup knew well. It happened to be his unpleasant cousin, Snotlout. The small ginger eavesdropped, almost without meaning to, on their little conversation. The person who had spoken up earlier had immediately taken his statement back, not wanting to be looked upon as a coward. "Good, because I hear it's haunted…" Snotlout drawled while smirking slightly. The other boys tried to look as unconcerned as possible at Snotlout's statement. "Legend says that someone once died there… and that they were buried underneath the floorboards, and when they hear you walk Over their rickety floor, they'll rise up and drag you down with them!" Dogsbreath started shaking in a slightly hysteric manner. "That's ridiculous…" a frail voice cut through the silence rather timidly. The boys turned their heads to see the social outcast of their group… Hiccup. |
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| WasBornCrazy | 26 May 2014, 04:21 Post #23 |
i dont think my avatar is working but ehh
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Too awesome. Too much. ARGH! |
| i'm not very active anymore!! it's sad, but i'll come back sometimes to feel nostalgic ahaha | |
| Hope_and_Heir | 26 May 2014, 10:04 Post #24 |
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[color=#B40431]Winner of Shnuckle's Oneshot Fanfiction Contest 2014 [/color]
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Thanks x'D |
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| AuroraBorealis | 26 May 2014, 12:06 Post #25 |
Monstrous Nightmare
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Amazing! I love where this is going! |
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What should I write on my signature? Hmm... I am a Httyd, Gravity Falls and Portal (One and two) fan. I'm also a bookworm and an introvert. That was pretty random, but that's me summed up in two sentences. | |
| Hope_and_Heir | 26 May 2014, 15:43 Post #26 |
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[color=#B40431]Winner of Shnuckle's Oneshot Fanfiction Contest 2014 [/color]
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Thanks :3 |
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| SilaNightFury | 27 May 2014, 00:55 Post #27 |
Lemon Guru and Cloudjumper Fangirl~
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GAH! Why'd you stop?????? Sooooooooooo much better than my one shot XD |
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| Hope_and_Heir | 27 May 2014, 01:21 Post #28 |
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BAHA liar X'D |
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'There Were Dragons When I Was A Boy…'
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| Hope_and_Heir | 27 May 2014, 10:37 Post #29 |
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[color=#B40431]Winner of Shnuckle's Oneshot Fanfiction Contest 2014 [/color]
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Update 5/27 Just The Beginning… ~ Prologue, by Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, the last of the Viking heroes. ~ Sometimes friends can come from the most unexpected places. I, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, ended up finding someone special from the least likely place I ever would have imagined. As a six-year old boy with no friends, but no absence of bullies, this day was something special to me. It is one day I never shall forget, even though at this time, my hair is as white as the snow on a winter morning at Berk. This story, is about the day I finally found someone who cared, but instead of telling you about it as the way I see it now, I'm going to tell you in the way my past childhood eyes saw it. Although the bright blue in those eyes have dimmed to almost gray, the spirit without them stays the same. The colors may have became duller around me, but in reality they haven't really changed. My childhood self might be far, far away from me, but he's still there. He never really left… ~ ~ Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third woke up with a start. A lightning flash illuminated the small, empty shack that stood a small ways from his house. The boy jumped, not expecting the loud, ominous thunder that shook his room. His eyes drifted to the nightmarish shack and he wondered how in Woden's name it could get any creepier. He had heard a rumor from his abhorrent, older cousin that the rickety structure was haunted. Could it possibly be true?… It certainly looked haunted. Then again, Snotlout wasn't notorious for telling the truth. Holding a pillow over his ears, as if to not hear it, the ginger didn't really care to find out. At least not at this moment… then again it was in the middle of the night. ~ ~ Putting his feet to the floor, Hiccup forced himself to get out of his stone cold bed. The chilling breeze brushed through the small child's ginger hair, as he looked out the window. Somehow, he obviously managed to go back to sleep during the storm, for it was morning. However, it must have been a struggle, judging by the covers half off the bed and the pillow a distance away on the floor. Heading out for some dragon watching, he grabbed his bearskin waistcoat and notebook. The ginger skipped breakfast, not hungry at the moment. His father seemed to already be up and moving and his mother was on yet another 'important quest'. The small child brushed his fingers against the door frame, while opening the door with his other hand. Hiccup walked slowly toward his favorite spot, about a five minute hike away, until he heard voices around the stone corner. The voices belonged to the other kids in the hooligan tribe and Hiccup could just make out what they were were saying. "I don't know… that stupid shack gives me the creeps…" once voice stated while stuttering. "You aren't telling me that you're scared, are you?..." Sneered another nine year old voice, that Hiccup knew well. It happened to be his unpleasant cousin, Snotlout. The small ginger eavesdropped, almost without meaning to, on their little conversation. The person who had spoken up earlier had immediately taken his statement back, not wanting to be looked upon as a coward. "Good, because I hear it's haunted…" Snotlout drawled while smirking slightly. The other boys tried to look as unconcerned as possible at Snotlout's statement. "Legend says that someone once died there… and that they were buried underneath the floorboards, and when they hear you walk Over their rickety floor, they'll rise up and drag you down with them!" Dogsbreath started shaking in a slightly hysteric manner. "That's ridiculous…" a frail voice cut through the silence rather timidly. The boys turned their heads to see the social outcast of their group… Hiccup. "You calling me a liar, useless?" Snotlout's voice turned to steel. "N-not at all…" the ginger stuttered in reply. The other boys stayed silent, knowing if you corrected Snotlout, then you were liable to get punched. "You were, and you know it." His cousin snapped as the smaller boy winced. The obnoxious nine year old suddenly smirked as if having a clever idea. "You should prove it isn't haunted then." He smiled down at his enemy. "I dare you…" Hiccup didn't notice, but he was shaking like a bird caught in the claws of a fox. Even though he doubted that it was haunted, it didn't make him want to find out. Unfortunately, if he refused, this would probably put a damper on his social image, and he already had a bad social image. "F-fine..." He finally got up the nerves to respond, even though he badly just wanted to disappear down a hole. "Great. We'll be there at four in the evening." The bully grinned and turned to walk in triumph, with all the others following after. As soon as they left, Hiccup gulped, thinking this was probably the worst mistake he made in his life… ~ ~ His hand slowly enclosed the rusty doorknob and turned it to the left. The door swung open with a shrill creak, making the boy even more nervous. Walking in, he held on to the door frame, but hesitantly let go after a moment. The door slammed behind him loudly. 'Just the wind…' the ginger told himself, but in reality was freaking out. The six year old walked across the floorboards, creaking with ever step. What was it that Snotlout said?... About the ghosts grabbing him and dragging him down with them? That story seemed more likely now. He walked a few more steps and suddenly felt something thin and bony rise up from the floor and grab his ankle. The child opened his mouth to scream, but nothing would come. It was if he was frozen in time, he couldn't move, or make noise, he just had to let it happen. The bony fingers dragged him down through the floorboards with ferocity, as if the ghost was furious. Right when the boy was completely under everything went black. Hiccup suddenly jolted himself awake, his mind forcing him to wake up. It was only a dream… the ginger looked down at his sweaty palms in relief. That relieved feeling went away quickly... He knew he still had to go to the shack. 'Surely it isn't like that...' He thought, to make himself feel better, but what if it was?… |
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| SilaNightFury | 27 May 2014, 11:24 Post #30 |
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Lemon Guru and Cloudjumper Fangirl~
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BcfjsubaiElxrocucib You are too good at cliffhangers!!!! |
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