What to call my fictional group of people for my novel?
March 24th, 2010I need help naming a group of people in my novel.
This group is a large group of people, almost like a race, or something like wizards and witches in Harry Potter.
They are human, but they have “the ability to see the unseen”, some fight “demons” and bad guys, others work with herbs or blacksmithing.
I was think of naming them Shadowhunters. But War of Worlds Video game (i think its a video game) and The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare have characters named Shadowhunters.
So i need ideas! They are human guardians who see the unseen, fight the darkness and protect the innocents (humans/unsuspecting people).
I need to call them something, and i have been thinking about it on my own for AGES, so i need your help!
Any serious suggestions are welcome. And please tell me if you think i can use Shadowhunters…?
Blacksmith as a profession?
March 24th, 2010I want to become a Blacksmith after I’m finished with high school, but I haven’t put much effort into finding colleges and other schools that will help me accomplish having this career. Would you perhaps know any colleges in California that offer classes into becoming a Blacksmith? And would there be anything I could do now to further experience me more into Blacksmithing? I’m currently 16, and I would get a job into smithing, but my social security is fucking with me and I can’t get a job until I’m 18. (Inheritance Issue.)
Please help? Thanks.
Are their any master sword smiths alive today,where to find them?Either Japanese or European but real masters.
March 24th, 2010Hi, I really want to learn blacksmith craftsmanship and especially the art of making fine steel swords. I have looked at so called swords on different sites and they make me sick. Even I, as a complete amateur can tell their was absolutely no love put into making these monsters.I have heard their are two Japanese masters alive, and the chances of them accepting a nineteen year old american kid as an apprentice is slim to none , but I don’t know if their even alive and I have heard absolutely nothing about a European Master Swordsmith butt heir must be one somewhere right? I want to learn blacksmithing in general, I know their is no market but something about purifying the steel through fire and forge ,and using my strength to make raw ore into pure white steel gives my soul a sense of inner calm just thinking about it. I want to create works of art that are classic and can withstand the test of time and practice. Perfectly balanced in every way. Are their any masters left? Where?
Is it possible to forge a sword in a couple months?
March 24th, 2010I actually have absolutely no experience in blacksmithing or bladesmithing, but I am considering trying to forge a sword (or possibly something far less significant, maybe a knife) for a project that is due in Mid-november. i realize that I will not be able to learn the art in this time, but as a beginner, would it be possible to forge a sword with guidance from an experienced forger (?) in this short of a time period? This would be a one time event and I would not necessarily have to acquire every skill involved with bladesmithing
Thanks in advance
What do you think of my story?
March 24th, 2010I’m trying to write a novel and I want to make sure it’s good before I show it to anyone. At the bottom I have some misc. items that will fit into the story later. It’s long so don’t read the entire thing, I just want to know if my actual writing is. Keep in mind I’m only 13.
I was jolted awake as my skull crashed against the dirty window. “Ow!” Moaning, I rubbed my head while the bus jumped along the unpaved road. Beside me, my best friend was shaking, and I turned, catching him in mid-giggle. I stuck my tongue out.
“Very mature, East,” Jack commented.
“Oh shut up, your one to talk,” I tugged one of his ebony ringlets, finally releasing the lock for a satisfying boing.
Jack and I went way back. When I was little, I became his self appointed “protector,” after I found him on the playground one day being picked on by the class bullies. He was the perfect target, small and skimpy, and his pure white skin always brought on taunting. As he grew in years though, what he had previously been picked on for began to earn him scores with the “uppers.” He moved from the bottom all the way to the tip of the food chain, with moi of course. He became famous for his refusal to have a girlfriend, something I never understood, but I followed in his footsteps, mostly due to him specifically asking me to. He was different than other boys though, and you weren’t able to see that from the outside.
“How long’ve I been sleeping?” I asked.
“Eh,” bringing out a golden timepiece, he checked. “You’ve been out about an hour. We’ll be there pretty soon.”
“Hmm…” I snatched the watch. “You still got this old thing? What’s the matter with watches from the past hundred years?”
I held it away as he made a grab toward it. “It’s an antique, show some respect.”
A sharp comeback hovered on the tip of my tongue, when a flash of blue caught my eye.
“Oh my God, oh my God!” Instantly on my knees, nose pressed to the glass, I stared at the great expanse of water before me. Waves crashed against craggy rocks, seagull’s wings clipped the surf, the surface danced with sun rays. The sea.
I started as hand came to rest on my shoulder. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Jack’s voice held an awe in which I had never heard from him. I could only nod.
How my legs yearned to run, frolicking in the mist from the break. To balance on the precarious rocks. To stare to the deep blue below. To take a running leap into the waves, and finally I might belong. I could be home.
The last thought surprised me, but as I pondered it, I realized that had always searched for that place I would fit in, equivalent to those around. It was not as if my family did not love me, but abandoned on their doorstep as an infant, they had no choice but to take me in. I felt like an outsider, even in my own house. I knew that put in a situation to choose between me or another child, my sibling would be chosen, no hesitation.
Sighing, I settled back into the bus seat as the ocean disappeared around a curve. This is your life, be thankful for what you have. But deep down, my heart could not accept it.
Three hours later, I gasped for air in the clouded blacksmith shop. Smoke raced down my throat, and I coughed trying to clear my lungs. Ms. Griffith, drawling on about importance of blacksmithing in the 1600’s, ignored me until my violent hacking began to drown out her lecture. “Ms. Anderson, do you need to step outside?” she asked sharply.
Nodding, for that was all I was capable of, I hurried out into the sunshine. Forcing as much air as I could down, my coughing began to subside. The door creaked and Jack emerged, dropping his inhaler into a pocket as he came to stand beside me.
“It’s a nice day,” he commented. “To bad we’re stuck inside.” He gave me one of his infamous, evil grins.
I raised an eyebrow, “What is it this time? I got detention for a month last time I saw that smile.” He convinced me to raise a lit match to a fire detector in school and the entire lunchroom was soaked by the ceiling sprinklers.
“I was just thinking about how much you wanted to see the ocean. You don’t think they’d notice if we left do you?” I gaped at him. I’d never dreamed he would do that, even with his reputation . . . but yet I did want to get another look at the ocean.
“Oh come on,” he grabbed my hand. “Relax, I got something to show you.”
“Chocolate with sprinkles, please. Oh wait no the rainbow ones.” Behind the counter the lady grumbled. “Well what do you expect?” I asked. “Chocolate sprinkles on chocolate ice cream? Boring!”
I received an exasperated look as she handed me the cone. “Ooh tough crowd,” I murmured to Jack.
He sniggered. “Well your tough to please.”
“Well I’m friends with you aren’t I?” I shot back as we stepped out of the shop and into the sunshine.
“That hurts, East. It really does.”
“Oh you’ll get over it.” I caught a drop of ice cream on the tip of my tongue as it slid down th
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