Ok, this is my first story on here, so go easy on me!

In the not too distant future, (or maybe the very distant future, I'm not sure) Earth contained only an artificial sun, two ever-floating peices of land, a mountain made of ice, a great moat, and some contaminated water. You see, by this time the sun had already blown up, so the remaining people, 100 remained, built an artificial sun with solar panals and some lamps. The water became contaminated after the explosion, and what was left of it hovered in a small glass sphere abouve the once great moat, which once surrounded abrilliant castle which had long since crumpled to the ground. The people were scared of the comtaminted water, and decided to flee. But, you may ask, where did they flee to if the onbly land left was an ice mountain? Well, here's where those floating land peices come in. The people built space ships and sped toward the two land peices. One was blue and slightly small. The other, redish like fire and very large indeed. Twenty of the Remaining fled to the blue, seventy-nine to the red.

The redish asteroid had two...shall we call them moons? These "moons" don't provide any light, so it is winter year-round. The red asteroid also has a Great Dark Period every five months or so, you will remember that the moons don't provide light. Despite the freezing temperatures, it's never snowed.

The blue asteroid has one moon filled with a nasty fire that the Remaining call Flames of Death. Much like Florida, it is always summer on the blue asteroid. Anyone that comes within twenty feet or so of the moon will burn to a crisp.

Well, you are all dying to hear the actual story I presume, and I, being the generous person I am, will share with you the story of a boy named Mark and his great adventure!
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Should I continue? Sorry if my spelling is bad, I can't type for my life. Sorry
-Spaz

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On a dark and rainy afternoon Mark dashed home from school and ran in the house. What a dreadful day! He was supposed to be seeing his great grandmother in the hospital today. Why did it have to rain? She would be so miserable, she hated the rain you know. Mark dashed to his bedroom and threw on his best pair of clothes. He pocketed his most prized posesion, a small key chain his great grandfather had given to him before he passed away nearly five years ago now. He ran down the steps and into the car. He waited for his mother to come out, and she did in about five minutes time.

They drove the hospital in the pouring rain. When they got there Mark ran into his great grandmother's room. He wanted to see her for so long, but he was always busy.
"Grandma!" he shouted as he entered the room.
"Hello Mark," she replied in a faint voice almost impossible to hear.
"I missed you," said Mark biting back the urge to cry.
"Mark, I have somthing for you," she whispered. She opened a small box and gave Mark the bounciest blue ball he had ever seen. It was smooth as glass, deep blue, and could bouce about a hundred feet in the air. Mark took the ball, murmed a quick thanks, and grabbed his great grandmother's hand. Somrthing wasn't right. She looked happy, but the light was draining from her eyes.
"Grandma?" he asked.
"It is time I left you," she said. Mark burst into tears. No, this wan't happening.
"No," he said. "You can't."
"I must," replied she. "You are strong enough, and my time runs short. I am too old." It was true, she was very old, but Mark rufused to except the fact that she was leaving, leaving forever. "I love-" But she didn't finish her sentece. Her head fell and her hand became ice cold.
"NO!" Mark screamed. "DON'T LEAVE ME!" He nealt down and bowed his head. His mother came in and wrapped him in a warm hug. "Her spirit will always be with you," she whispered in Mark's ear, and together they left the hospital.

Mark sqeezed the rubber ball in his hand. It was most important he didn't lose it. It was too special.
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Sorry it's sad, but it is necessary i explain this part of the story, because it's important later.
-Spaz

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Mark walked to school the next day. He sat in a stubborn silence in the back of the room. The teacher tried to get him to talk, but he only grunted, and she was forced to call on another student.

He left school in a sad and mournfully eerie silence, and when he got home slammed the door behind him. He stomped up the metal stairs to his room, his banging echoing across the house. He slammed the door to his room and cried into his pillow.

His mother pittied his behavior and loss. She brought him some cake and tried desperately to get him to say something, but he grunted and shrugged her off. She went back down the stairs and cried on the couch, for her dead grandmother and her only heartbroken son. Things couldn't stay this way.

Mark kept his stubborn silence for the next week, grunting and shrugging everybody off when they tried to comfort him. This was no average loss. His great-grandmother was the one he idolized. Why did she have to leave him? Why? He was so stubbornly silent that he was sent home from school and reamined home for another week. He still kept his silence, and ate nothing but soup as his stomach was often hurting.

His mother tried everything in her power to return Mark to his normal state, but nothing worked. Finally, she got to the point where she couldn't take his stubborn, never-ending silence anymore. She set him outside in the backyard with his blue rubber ball and his key chain and told him he couldn't return to the house until he agreed to end his silence. He sat for an hour, and then slowly got up and began to bounce the ball. He began talking to it in a horse whisper, all he could manage since he hadn't talked for two straight weeks. His mother smiled from the window. Maybe, just maybe, there was a cure for this awefull silence and mourning that filled her lonely son's heart.
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How is it so far?

whoaa this is RELLE GOOD!! more plese!!

thanx EDDi! lol!
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Sadly, his mother was wrong. Mark didn't return to the house, and his mother was forced to bring his supper outside for him. It was the usual soup. He ate it quickly, handed it to his mother, and grunted "more," in a weak voice. His mother got up and brought more soup out to him. He ate it in stubborn silence.

When he was finished he handed the bowl to his mother and walked over to the nearby tree. He pulled off a load of leaves and laid upon them. His mother looked at him, tears began to flood in her eyes. When would he learn that loss is not the end of the world?

She sat there as her silent son nodded off to sleep. Should she bring him inside? Was he trying to get away from her? Did he want to be alone? In the end, she decided to bring him up to the house and leave him in his bed. Her last plan had backfired. What was she going to do?

Well, she decided to leave him outside everyday, as he seemed to like that. Every moring he would get up and come down the stairs. She would feed him his breakfast and lock him in the backyard.

Thankfully, this worked. Mark's stubborn silence turned into a happy, comfortable silence, and he had a lot of fun. After another week of him staying in the backyard, he started to speak again. He started with small words. If his mother asked him how he was he would say "fine," or "good." If she gave him food he would say "more."

His mother, while satisfied, was uppset at his lack of words. It was like teaching him to talk all over again. It was long painfull work, but after a month of continually being locked in the backyard, he started using senteces again.
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It feels like reading about a baby, but in the next post the real adventure starts!

hmm....this is interesting!! i x3 it!! more plese!!

I like it. Carry on, spaz.