Tom Brady gripped the cold doorknob. The rusted metal seemed to fuze with his sweaty hand. Seemed. It didn’t actually fuze of course, that would have been uncomfortable for Tom.
Tom turned the handle and pushed. The door moved a milimeter, the clicked and stopped against the locking mechanism.
The old, wooden door buzzed, “Unauthorized personell do not have permission to access the central core room.” The dark, silent corridor Tom was in swallowed the tiny voice. Tom didn’t like the corridor. It smelled of ancient clay pottery made by primitive men when they were still living on the moon.
Tom pushed against the door again, and it once again buzzed its. He sighed, “Yeah yeah unauthorized people aren’t allowed. That’s why they’re called unauthorized.” Continue reading
Psean burst from the chrysalis, free at last! He raised his heavy wings to prepare him for flight. But something slowed down his movements… His wings were still wet!
That’s fine, Psean thought to himself. I’ll just float myself away with my telekinesis. Psean tensed his antennas and concentrated. A few moments passed.
Horror squashed Psean like giraffe’s hoof as it dawned on him that he lost his psychic powers.
Nooooo, Psean thought. I loved being able to hover around and move objects on whim! How will I ever get by in this cruel world without some supernatural prowess? Oh if he knew that transforming into a butterfly would cause him to lose his gifts, he would have stayed hidden in his cocoon. Who knew being beautiful would come with such costs? Continue reading
So I made a really crappy game for my final in game design class. It’s not even a game technically since there’s no gameplay. It’s just me messing around in Python. The only thing in the game is a couple lines of dialogue.
On Windows, you need Python to play the game by running “main.py.” Linux and newer Macs should have Python already. It’s not worth the trouble getting if you don’t have it. If I do make something worth sharing, I’d make a Windows executable. Download the game here if you really want.
The game takes place in some post-acopolyptic setting where a meteor knocked out everyone’s memories or something, idk, I didn’t think too hard about it, I was just trying to get it working by the day it was due.
Edit: Whoops, I forgot to mention that you also need Pygame to run it.
Anyways, I’m playing around with Python some more this winter break. Well, that’s about it for this update from me.
Gloria knelt with her head held down, embracing the circle of light the gap in the clouds allowed through. The light caressed her skin and filled her with the warmth of safety, washing away her fears and sorrows. She needed courage for what she’s going to do.
Her little sister Dollie, a young, dark skinned girl took a seat by her. “What is that?” she asked.
Gloria looked up. The sky had become cloudy. A skinny shadow slithered through the light like a serpent. Gloria stood up and grabbed her sister’s hand. “Let’s go.” Continue reading
I was sitting there at the bus stop, when a bus walked up to me. It didn’t drive or roll to me. It just straight up walked up to me from the sidewalk on its hind wheels.
Naturally, I was slightly bewildered.
“Hey man,” the bus spoke in a low, gruff voice, the kind that sounds like it smoked a bunch of cigarettes should be in a movie trailer. “Did you want a ride?”
Now, I normally don’t talk to strangers, walking buses with creepy low voices, or flying pots and pans making a racket in the library.
But I really needed to take the bus to get to my destination. Continue reading
Which means that nanowrimo is over. I didn’t get even close to finishing my novel, or reaching 50,000 words, but I made enough progress that I don’t want to stop. So I’m not going to finish it anytime soon, but I will finish my story. Ayup.
Well, now that my break from posting is over, I guess I’ll write and share my shorter, stupid stories that I enjoy so much, just like before. If I had a better microphone, I would upload myself playing songs on the piano is well. I’ve been playing a lot of piano. I’ve also been coding a lot, I’m such a noob programmer, jeez.
I remember someone asking me to do a review for 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors (teehee, I didn’t forget/read the comment, I’m just lazy). For my Games History and Culture class, we were supposed to a video game review. I was going to do 999, but I realized that it would be much easier to do a mainstream game. I’ll still review 999 eventually, when I’m not concerned about a grade. ~Obachuka
by Yijia Gary Lu
I thoroughly enjoyed Bioshock but I would argue that its atmosphere is the only thing going for it. Bioshock felt like an RPG, where your decisions should have mattered, but they didn’t. Continue reading
Whenever I think of something, I will write it down so I can make it into a story later. So like, write now, I have things like “walking bus,” and “psychic butterflies” (spoilers for future posts maybe).
I have something that says “Help, they’re right behind you…don’t forget”
I remember writing it. I don’t remember what it was supposed to be about. Creepy.
Actually, I just made that up. But I really do have “burn everything written down.”
But I know what that one means. Oh yes, I do.
Hey folks! No, I haven’t stopped writing.
So a few days ago, friend was like, “I met my wordcount goal today for the novel I’m writing!”
“You’re writing a novel?” I asked.
“Yeah! November is National Novel Writing Month. You should totally do it too, Gary,” she said.
So yeah. I’m Obachuka on http://www.nanowrimo.org. I started fairly late, and I also write slow. I haven’t made much progress so I probably won’t finish by the end of November. But it’s fun, and I do want to finish by the end of this year!
So anyways, yeah that’s what I’ve been working on outside of schoolwork. I’ll share it if I’m ever done!
A fire broke out in the building. Flames roared as smoke and heat crept towards Marley through the collapsing hallway. But she didn’t do anything. She just stared. She could have helped too. But she didn’t.
No, Marley wasn’t some girl trapped in that doomed building. She was a fire extinguisher. She could have helped, but instead she just listened to the cries of trapped people shouting for rescue. She could have helped, but she knew that if she extinguished the fire, she would be empty on the inside. Literally. And because she didn’t help, the fire raged on and grew in size. Continue reading