I would love to have some authors on my blog, who could post stories when I'm busy somewhere else! You need to follow these guidelines:
1. NEVER post anything hurtful. I will remove the post and you from the blog if this happens.
2. You MUST have read EVERY story I have posted, as each one contains crucial information to shape your stories to fit with mine.
3. Absolutely NO doing any sort of post besides a Jamaasian story without my permission.
4. Roleplay on my war roleplay page regularly, its fun and will get you in shape for posting hero stories like the Frost saga.
5. Be sure to read a lot of books and overall try to perfect your writing. This isn't a place to get fame, its a place to fill in the holes in Jamaasian Lore and mature!
That's it for now, but you need to be on blogger to do this. Your email in your submission will be appreciated, ask me for permission to post here in the comments below. Oh, and if you can WRITE a story to the BEST OF YOUR ABILITY about a Jamaasian topic and send it to samurott331@gmail.com OR post it in the comments. If you must, you can be a secondary author sending stories to one of the registered authors for them to post, but for full status as an author PLEASE register yourself. Once you post a story, it is property of our "company name", Amy Jiao Press & Jamaasian Lore Education, and must be carefully made.
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ReplyDeleteWaiting For An Adventure:
ReplyDeletePeck sniffed the air, twirling her ears impatiently.
"Come on, Greely! Just tell me the plan!" she protested, turning to face him. Greely shook his head.
"There is no plan, Peck. None that I know of, anyway. We wait for Mira to guide us on this mission. The animal of Jamaa are not fully prepared to fight this battle." he said, his eyes gazing out over the horizon. Liza sat nearby, leaning on her walking stick as she rested in the shade of the trees.
"The phantoms have been hard on our people, Peck. But Mira has her own plan and we must not interfere with it."
Peck gave an exasperated sigh.
"But it's so hard waiting! We've made the spirit helmets and even spirit gloves to go along with the armor! Aren't we ready yet?"
This went unanswered as Graham appeared around the bend of the cliffs of coral canyons, back from seeking counsel from Mira. Peck slouched down against the tree opposite of Mira as the Shaman came closer. Liza on the other hand straightened up and walked over. Greely flicked his ears.
"Have you learned anything, brother Graham?" he asked, his own eyes shone with a spark of excitement, betraying his normal harsh attitude of his firm, in-control personality. Liza leaned forward, waiting eagerly for his words. Graham slowly walked forward and then smiled.
"It is time!"
~Zoraz
(c)Zoraz 2013
Woah, I didn't know you wrote THAT well! You're in, accept the invite!
DeleteLol! Thank you! I write a LOT.
Delete^.^
Zoraz, really? Remember, I MAY make changes to your posts, so be prepared for a change in your story. Don't forget to get a banner and establish your style as a member of the Lore Club Team! Welcome!
DeleteZoraz i hope you dont mind, but I wrote a story kinda like yours on my blog! I will give you credit for the idea!
DeleteI'm sure he doesn't mind!
DeleteLove your story :D
DeleteI cant really write a story as my brain is being still being occupied with stuff I learned from school, and is currently being tested by my blog story, its hard for Olivia to fight off the phantoms when shes about to be in a relationship LOL can you have a look at my blog? animaljamresistance.blogspot.co.uk THX!
ReplyDelete- GenralJitsu
I'm sorry about that, but I need a story to demonstrate your prowess in writing. I'll accept you as soon as possible, once you write a story!
DeleteI would really love to be an author on this blog, but you have SO MANY STORIES TO READ!! I will try to read all of them!
ReplyDelete-AJ Legends
You can become one once you get an email. =)
DeleteAmy, I'm not sure if I'm allowed to become an author. Could I write a story here, and if you say yes, could I just put stories in these comments for you to post? I'm sorry, but it would just take forever if I had to become an author.
ReplyDeleteWhat do you mean? Just offer me your email and a sampling of a story, and I can judge you to see if you qualify! You don't HAVE to become one, but it is crucial to getting your name out there. Besides, what will other people think?
DeleteWell, I don't really have an AJ email address. Eventually I think I will, but at the moment I do not. Well, anyways, here's my small story sampling (also, this is unrelated to phantoms and stuff. It features a different enemy).
DeleteFar beyond the stretches of Jamaa, past forests and marshlands and beaches, one creature sat waiting. The animal sat in a grassy clearing, surrounded by towering trees. The sky was dark, the stars twinkling cruelly and the moon nowhere in sight.
DeleteThe animal in the middle was large. A mane of golden hair that shone silver in the night fluffed from his head. He turned around and gave a mighty roar that shook the trees.
As if it had been a command, another smaller, lither, shape slunk from the trees. It was all black with yellow eyes with energy pulsing from them like the sun. The jaguar crept towards the lion in the center of the clearing and bowed his head.
“Night,” the lion said. His voice was deep and rough.
“Roar,” Night said, bowing his head again.
“You have situated the spies?” questioned Roar.
“Yes. They are in position.”
“Good,” purred Roar.
“Umm, how exactly do spies help us crush our enemies?” Night looked nervous to even ask the question.
Roar turned on him. “You don’t know?”
Reluctantly, Night shook his head.
“You are my most trustworthy servant. Yet you can’t even figure out the obvious!”
“I suppose you want me to tell you.”
“Those soft hearted Jammersi- Jammersi- Uh, forget it. They’ll take the spies in, of course, having all that pity for others. The spies can gather information for us. They’ll know where the animals never go, when they’re all asleep, the best way to surprise them- everything! And by next week- Jamaa will be no more…”
Hi! I don't think I'll be able to read ALL of your stories, but I will try as much as I can! And just so you know, I'm not aloud to tell you my email. Here is a story I made about A.J.
ReplyDeleteThe Life Of Zios.
Long ago, the only thing that existed was whiteness. But since phantoms in the future were not meant to be, a ripple in the whiteness appeared, and a black dot came. Centuries later, that black dot became Zios. He got lonely, so he created Mira.
Together, they made a glorious land filled with wide meadows, tall mountains, great seas, and of course, unique animals. But not all of those animals were nice. A group of animals were traitors and wanted to kill Mira and Zios. They bullied, scammed, hacked, and even killed. They mastered dark magic and created Apophis.
Mira and Zios found out, and locked Apophis behind a cage of icefire, and banishes the group from Jamaa. Apophis got angry, and used a spell to make sure many jammers were not pure of heart, and he swore that Zios would pay.
(The story pretty much continues with your story called "The Death Of Zios")
~pink200330
Sorry, but the true story is that Apophis was the first creature, an experiment by Zios for creating life. He swam around Earth but got irritated when Jamaa sprung up, then nearly went mad when others were created, because he hated changing his course of swimming, so the Chaos Snake possessed Zios in an attempt to sink the lands beneath the sea so that he could swim freely once more. Still, good story. Unfortunately, I need your email to make you an author, sorry.
DeleteWell I have only been on here for only a few days and I just like to be creative >.<
DeleteGood! I value creativity! Once you can give me some sort of email you can accept the invite from, you can be an author. To get bumped up to admin, you need to write enough and to earn my trust.
Deleteibp911@gmail.com
ReplyDeleteIm not that good, but i hope u like it
The story of Harper.
Chapter 1
The shock was too hard to bear. She had tried to lose it, but she never regained full happiness. Until much later. She pressed her soft brown nose against the ice of her cave. It all came back to her. A cold wind danced beside her home. She was a happy seal pup, as happy as can be. She snuggled close to her family, her Playing Big brother Alex, her unresponsible little brother Cayimin , her warming mom Ellis and her Laughing dad Bruno. The wind swirled until it hit the house with a hard Bang! Harper was glad she was safe inside with her family inside their home. But was she really safe? They heard a series of crackles. Harper, a young and scared pup, inched back into the home. “Mommy?” She whispered. “I’m scared.” Her mom smiled. “Don’t be!” She cooed. “Nature may be strange, but it has its reasons.” Harper gulped and returned back to her dinner. “Yes mommy.” But she wasn’t satisfied. The crackling grew louder until BAM!The solid ice walls that had just surrounded the family, just kept them safe fell apart, their protection doomed. What Harper saw was the scariest thing any creature had ever seen. One-eyed, many legged creatures floated outside, their flailing legs Crackling with electricity. The pups wailed. The creatures moved closer to the family. In a few seconds, Harper’s parents were gone. Dissapeared. Lifeless. The creatures were lifeless too. The pups cried themselves to sleep that night, salty tears slipping down their pearl-colored cheeks. Harper could remember it all too well. Alex looked at Harper fearfully the next morning. “Sister,” he whispered. “Its time we seperated. I am sorry. I’ll take alex. I am old enough to join a group. I can fight. But you cant. You are old enough, but you are a seal! And more, A Girl Seal!” Harper was not ready for this.”I can be strong!” She persisted. “One day, I will be the strongest of them all!” Her plan was not working well. Here she was now, crying miserably on the side of a cave. Things will change soon. She tried to convince herself. And things were.
Chapter 2
She woke to the sound of coos. Great. She thought. I just lost my parents 6 moons ago, and now I am going psycho. She heard laughs. “You are NOT crazy young one!”
She looked around but saw nothing. “Nuh uh uh! Up here pup!” Harper looked up, and found herself face-to-face with a huge bird. A Heron? Harper guessed.The bird swooped down. It was at least a few feet taller then Harper, and her beak was about two times the size of the pup. She strutted up to Harper. “What is your name pup?” She questioned. “My name is Harper. And yours?” “Mira.” The heron swooped down, her long wings creating a puff of air, sending Harper a cold blast. “Why are you here anyway?” Scowled Harper. “ I am just a lowly orphaned seal.” Mira laughed. “You have been chosen young sapling of the oak. You have been selected.” “for what?” “To fight.”
Harper let the bird’s words sink in. “ I have been chosen? To fight?” Mira nodded. Harper had always wanted to do good, any good in the world. But ever since the creatures had killed her parents, her one and only goal was to kill the creatures. Revenge. Karma. She wanted them wiped out of the world. She wanted no more innocent people to die. “Harper?” Mira’s voice interuppted her daydreams.”yes?” “I also came to apologize.” “For what?” “ Well, I um kinda created the phantoms.” “Phantoms?” Mira sighed. “The creatures that killed your parents. Your good doing parents.” Harper felt like she wanted to strangle the birdbrain. Tears ran down her cheeks. “How could you? They were innocent! I never want to work for you! Ever! You and your “chosen” Animals.” Mira looked as though tears were about to run down her cheeks. She quietly whispered, “ I didn’t do it on purpose Harper. Swear to Zios.” Harper scowled. “Who the heck is Zios? And how did you create the phantoms? Better yet, Why?” Mira looked up. “ I have one story that fulfills all of those inquires.”
Amy, PLEASE tell me how my story is! And anybody else please!
Delete9/10. Try using vivid words, and more emotion and suspense. Still, good, I'll add you when I'm less busy!
DeleteOk. Thanks. Believe me, these are only the 1st 2 chapters! I have ALOT of suspense planned.
DeleteYou could title it the "Alternate Harper Story" and repost it! This is wonderful!
DeleteWOW O-O
ReplyDeleteWow. 0-0
DeleteI'm trying to read all of your stories but I can't catch up! XD
ReplyDeleteI calculated that if I don't post, which I do often, it takes you a month to read them all!
DeleteI will write a story that will be great when the holidays come for me!
ReplyDeleteGood! I hope its engrossing!
DeleteI might try and write when the Phantom War RP is over, but my writing skills have decreased quite a bit, as I have been meaning to write, but never ended up doing... And I haven't even read all of your stories! You might want to expect an entry in a few weeks.
ReplyDeleteSure! Your writing skills are good, roleplaying is a way to improve. The RP will NEVER end, sorry, but its good writing training. Kinda like co-op writing.
DeleteHay Amy, I don't want to be an author or anything (no offense :P) but can I write a story here :3?
ReplyDeleteIt's gonna be a good one :)
No offense taken.
DeleteOf course you can! This blog is a place you can get some "market" for your story, and for others to give feedback, along with other things! Of course, its your free will if you want to post the story, no pressure intended.
Hi! C: Im Rosy Ive been trying to find a lore blog for so long!! And then I found this one :D. I have long Aj fanfic ive been working on for a year now but all in my head and it's the only story I have but it's REALLY REALLY LONG! but it's my big instinct is to tell someone the story! Ive told my friends that I have a story but never told them it. :I I would love to be an author in this club! :3 (by now you can tell I like to talk a lot but im kinda shy too awkwardly X3) Please reply back and ill give you a sample of my story :3 - Rosy PrettyPaw
ReplyDeleteOops DX I just saw the top part of this page :C my story isn't gonna fit in this club it's a lot stuff I though of I haven't read every one of the stories here and it's not gonna fit in here D':
DeleteIts okay, if you saw a previous post it stated that unless you are up to the challenge, in the mythos of Jamaa this will be considered a different "world", or a different collection of stories and explanations but the same Jamaa, just altered differently. Catch my drift? Even if you don't want to, just post the story, I love getting other fanfic stories!
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ReplyDeleteHmm, its a good story... I guess...
DeleteAlso, I'll say that since Bloda talks to spirits freely, Pink would be able to talk to him. Hmm, if this really happened, I think that impossible romance may blossom between them... I mean, they're both oddballs that don't really have much of a place in the world, and have several different forms. (Bloda can be normal, spirit, or Ultra form).
Someone deleted my story.. D:
DeleteOh no! A hacker, maybe?
DeleteMaybe a bot. Bots may be able to do that.
DeleteWriters block >.< I write this, but it has nothing to do with AJ... I may just copy/paste so you get a sample of my writing when I revise it...
ReplyDeleteGwen shifted in the squishy armchair that was more a lump than anything, it sat on fat squat legs and its bulging cushions puffed out around her as she sat down. She curled up nearly engulfed by the chair and took out her book.
The fire made a whoof noise as a log shifted and fell onto the bed of coals, she poked her head out making sure no fire began to spread toward the shaggy carpet that might as well have been saying, “Light me on fire! Highly flammable stuff here!”
She sank back into the cushions letting out a content sigh, and cracked open her book Dragons of Old. She loved reading about these dragons and often thought of seeing one flying over her small house with its rolling hills of grass and trees sprouting along the hills every once and awhile. With the warmth of the fire heating the over inflated chair her eyelids began to droop. She decided it was late and she did have to get up early to do farm work... She curled up tighter and sank deeper into the cushions, the cushions enfolded her, cradled her, and made her feel safe. She thought about the fierce dragons she had read about then drifted off to sleep.
The fire burned low in the night and frantic ballerinas leaped across the walls as the shadows twisted in the dying light. Thump, something heavy was on the roof. The timber walls let out a long protesting creek. Dust fell down making Gwen sneeze and wake up. Just as she poked her head out of her protection of pillows a waterfall of dust poured down and the whole roof trembled then gave one last desperate shudder. All was still, then chaos rained down. The ceiling beams shook and trembled, one rattled and with an ear splitting crack fell in two to the ground. The chunk of ceiling it supported and piles of roof fell down and showered around Gwen and her chair, she curled up and burrowed into the pillows as deep as she could go, wishing for it to stop. A cold draft came from the new formed hole and the last remains of the fire went out, the house was plunged into darkness. All was still. Then breaking the cobwebs of silence a single, long, curling hiss echoed through the house, and she knew she wouldn’t be doing her farm work in the morning.
This is actually about a month old now that I think about it..
DeleteDat wuz EPIC! XD
ReplyDeleteWut? O.O
DeleteHey! TheGrandHighOreo here, formerly GenralJitsu! I just wanted to share how much I've improved over the years with my writing. I know this is strictly a Aj blog, but maybe you can check out my avengers fanfiction on both Wattpad and Quotev, both under the account names of TheGrandHighOreo. Here's a fight scene from Two Birds, One Stone.
DeleteI gripped my two katanas in my hand, and easily flipped over a hellhound and slid under the other. The snakeoid warrior, my personal guard Connor Caesarson, lunged and attempted to cut me in half with his double-bladed axe, but I dropped to my knees in time to avoid the swinging blade. I leapt up to my knees and did a forward somersault arching over him. I kicked Conner in the back when I landed, then turned to confront Darkness. He bowled me over and I slammed into the ground, the air leaving my lungs in a rush. Despite the pain, I staggered to me feet, only to have to duck because of a leaping HellSing. He skidded to a stop two meters behind me. I kept my eyes on Flip-Flop. I could feel their muscles tense as everyone prepared for a group attack. Rayson let out a battle cry and swung his mighty sword, almost getting me, but I leapt into the air and stabbed his left breast as I descended. I sensed the Hellhound, Destiny, leaping before I felt the air shifting. In a split-second, I swung around and grabbed her scruff, then turned around again to deflect a diagonal slash from Connor. Dropping Destiny, I darted to the left, where Hellsing had his hunches bunched together so if I were to move, he could easily take me down. Using him as a step, I somersaulted through the air and landed on the balls of my feet. With katanas in hand, I turned to face the oncoming attack. I slashed to the right diagonally across Darkness's face, but the rock began to close. With a slow, devilish grin, he pounced. I threw my right arm up in defense and I felt an immense pain erupting from the crunching bones in my left forearm. I quickly thrusted the arm into his mouth before withdrawing, then kicked him in the stomach. Forcing my arm our his grasp with a yank, I felt the flesh tear but I prevailed. I gripped the swords tighter and leaping upright, I plunged the sword through Darkness's thick stone head. The force of my attack had left him bowing as the blade was buried in the ground. I left the sword there as I turned to defeat the others. With lightning-fast accuracy, I stabbed Connor in his left side, leaving him bleeding opposite Darkness. I struck the Anubis warrior twice before he fell at my feat, then moved onto Flip-Top. I pulled a throwing star from underneath the ribbon around my waist. I threw it, using the shadows to guide it. It sank deeply into Flip-Top, giving a satisfying crunch. I could feel my the corner of my left lip twitch, but I carried on finishing off my attackers. Fate was next, and I easily defeated her using the other Katana I still gripped my my left hand. Hellsing and Rayson attacked together, which made it more difficult to take them, but more fun.
I stepped back twice, before charging forward. I somersaulted over them and twisted as I landed, so I faced their backs. I sunk the sword into Hellsing's back, and he fell with a thump, his right foot twitched once, before he fell still. Rayson turned and I thrusted the sword into his throat. Blood gurgled in his mouth as he tried to speak, but as I yanked the sword out, he collapsed with a thump.
Hopefully, you guys like my writing style:3