The Book of Dreams

So, I work in a library and I found a notebook on the shelf today. No, not the book titled ‘The Notebook’ (good book), an actual notebook. It was black and kind of scratched up, but that’s not the point. Anyways, I opened it to find a name and stuff, but there wasn’t any ‘This Book Belongs to: _______’ thing. I really didn’t know what else to do, so I kind of read the first page… it wasn’t really interesting, but it got me thinking. If you’re wondering, yes I turned the notebook in to the front desk but that’s really not important. This story is going to be based on the idea I got when I read the notebook. I guess you’re all wondering what this idea is now, aren’t you? I suppose I should tell you seeing as I want your help writing it. This is my idea:

Everyone daydreams, right? Some people more than others. I’m one of the ones who spaces out a lot, but back to my point. This story revolves around a group of friends who live extremely ordinary lives, so ordinary that they try to escape it the only way possible. That’s right. They submerge themselves into the world of their dreams. Why not do something else? I don’t know; it’s for the sake of this story. If you don’t get my point so far then read the passage first. If you don’t understand after reading it, then PM me.

For those of you who are going to help me out (anyone can), I’m going to lay down some guidelines.
1) a writer can use any and all characters developed (as well as point of view), as long as they do not abruptly change the character’s personality
2) when introducing new characters, you can do it anyway you want
3) if you are going to kill a character off, don’t kill them off easily, that’s just mean to the person who created that character
4) if you want to ask/discuss the story and what you want(ed) to happen, go ahead and post here, but please give people time to respond (I’ve had this problem before in previous multi-authors)
5) remember, this is just one story. So you can have mini-stories, but they’ll all tie into the big picture
6) finally, seeing as this is a notebook (supposedly) authors can comment on the previous entry. For example: after my entry, the next person writing might comment on how I said I was the founder of The Book of Dreams/Dream World, and how I called it my world.

Wow, that was a long intro. Now for the first entry

The Book of Dreams

Concerning this book

Hello. I’m not going to state my name or anything personal in here, in case this falls into the wrong hands and whomever the reader is thinks I’m crazy. All I’ll say is I am the founder of The Book of Dreams. The Book of Dreams? I bet you’re wondering what I mean by that. Well, let me tell you some stuff about me and my friends first. Thus far in our lives nothing really great has happened. What I’m trying to say is that our lives are fairly ordinary. Ok. ‘Fairly’ isn’t the right word, more like extremely, exceptionally, abnormally mundane. Well, ordinary is ok for awhile, but then one does get fed up. I have developed this book so that we can escape reality and actually do something for once. You’re wondering how one can escape through a book. Well, we’re not escaping through a book; we’re escaping through our imaginations, our dreams. This book is merely the canvas one which we are painting the picture, if you get what I mean. This dream world is limited solely by our imaginations, thus anything can occur.

My name, in this otherworld is Errol Black. Sounds like something out of Harry Potter doesn’t it? It’s not though. You very well may see some things out of Harry Potter and various other things, seeing as all of my friends have different interests. In this world I work mainly as a thief and assassin, but I have many other talents. Welcome to my world.

It was close to midnight, and the streets were empty of all inhabitants. Being that it was near midwinter, the sky was overcast, causing the town to take on a hazy sort of glow. In this silence, one might be able to see a thin dark gray silhouette running across the rooftops of some of the larger houses. Nearly everyone knew what it was.

Nicknamed the fallen angel, Errol had been stealing from an early age. Abandoned by his stepfather at the age of five, Errol had learned the ways of the streets and how to survive on them. He wasn’t proud of his way of life, but at least he survived and he hadn’t been caught yet.

Upon reaching his targeted house, Errol swung down over the drain pipe and silently landed on a window sill. He took out his dagger, slide it between the two windowpanes, and was rewarded with a light click. After greasing the hinges, he gently pushed open the window and was horrified by the screech it emitted. Damn. This time I’m caught for sure…

i'm sorry if this is really bad. i'm not great at writing introductions.

you did terrific with the beginning. do you mind if i add something a little later?

ooc: The was an amazing intro! Really, I'm gonna add some now:

Errol thought for a moment that he was going to be caught but he began to run to save his own life. As he was running so many thoughts ran through his mind. For instance, the fact that he was almost caught. When opening the window he had an exciting yet terrified feeling in his gut, something he never truely felt before. But that feeling was taken away from the running. The running had taken every single emotion from him and left him bare and dimmed to the world. Finally when he arrived near an abadoned building and looked around him, there was no one in sight and he climbed up one of the semi-opened windows. He jumped to the floor and then found his way toward a blanket lying near a small wooden table. He laid himself down and felt that sting of falling back into conciousness. For the first time in a long time, he wondered if his life would change...was he to be a theif and assasin all his life? He closed his eyes and slowly began to fall asleep.

I can kinda relate to what happened to you finding a random notebook like that. I'm doing something similiar. I'm writing a diary in runic, I hope you know what runic is. Once I finish the complete diary I will leave it somewhere for someone to read. Within the diary is a letter. The envelope has many of my favorite quotes written on it. Inside is a letter on why I chose to make that diary and the alphabet to translate the runic letters. I want to make people realize many things in life from my diary. I also like the feeling of hidding a treasure for someone to find.

nice story . I'll keep checking for more .

wow. you guys really like this? anyone is welcome ti write, even if it's just once.

I want to write more, but I was hoping that you or someone else can join in before I continue. LIke that it won't only be me....

okay. new character introduction:

I don't see why Errol gets all the credit for this book. It was my idea in the first place. In reality i'm his twin, but in this book i'll be his worst enemy. My name is Tsuki (suki) Luna and i am a high born lady, heir to the kingdom's throne.

Tsuki received the report from a palace guard and was unfazed by the news. Another break in, a failed one this time. The idiot of a theif was still free to roam the city. She needed someone right to catch this theif. Some clever and quick. She would do it herself.

Returning to her suite, Tsuki ordered her maids out and, using the key that hung around her neck, opened a side pannel. Hidden within the wall was a secret passage. She stepped into the corridor, letting the door swing shut and moved down it until she reached a room. There she lit a couple of candles and opened a chest. The secret spy network was about to see their leader for the first time in three years.

Within the chest was a costume. A black leather costume and a mask. The mask was red and had not real shape to it. It was magical. Three years ago she had been a theif herself. She had stolen the mask from its mysterious owner and when she put the mask on it toke the shape of what she wanted it to. Of what she wanted to so that no one would regonize her. She slipped into the costume and put on the mask. She looked into a broken mirror on the all and saw how different she was. She took a scronchie and hair clip and put her hair up in a bun. No one will regonize this woman. She stopped herself before going back into her suite. She remembered why she had become a theif...she wanted adventure. She wanted that alive feeling----and then she knew that wasn't the way.

She realized it when someone confronted her. It was her fifth robbery in a month, and no one suspected her with the mask of hers. She was swift enough to get whatever she needed. But what changed her was something she was never going to forget. It was a month later, after she stolen the mask from the mysterious owner. She was breaking into an museum to steal an ancient sword but was cornered by her brother...(can come up with a name riku)

(Riku is not hte only one writing)

Saotifk was the swords name. After she had stolen it she pocessed great power, but too much. It was like a drug. Sure, she became most powerful on Earth but after a few days she realized the sword was draining away her life---her soul. She was sick in bed for weeks and months, but she never told anyone why. Only one person knew, and she didn't even know him. She was stealing the sword when a man appeared. He was tall with dark hair and blue eyes. For a moment she thought she was caught, but when the man toke the sword so very easily and handed it to her...it was as if she was---in love. She never saw that man again. The last thing he told her was a name...his name.. "Dominiq."

(sorry forgot...)
Years she had searched for Dominiq, but had found nothing. She needed to find him and...and...she didn't know what to do from there...time passed and she slowly started to forget about him. She vaguely remembered what he looked like, but she knew that she would never forget him completely. She slowly got her strength back by training herself harder than ever. She barely slept nor ate. She wanted to be herself again...one of the best theives ever. She needed to train so she would never get caught. She was lucky that she didn't get caught that night, but was also fortunate. She had another goal in her life...to find out who this Dominiq really was...but now was not the time...now was to stop the thief lord from stealing from another place. She couldn't completely understand why she stopped being a thief, but something had hit her, that she would never forget...

(Its alright)

That night she came back to her chamber with the costume in one hand the the mask in the other. She didn't know if she should begin her search for the Thief Lord just yet. Her mind was flying with so many thoughts and so many memories. But the saddest one was that she knew who the theif was. He was once my friend in our childhood days. Then he began to take the wrong road. Sure, I tried as a friend to help him but nothing worked. But that wasn't my saddest memory either. It was the fact that he was my friend and that he didn't listen to me. He left me one day just like that to start a pathetic theif life. I tried so many times to help him, but by the young age of thirteen, I gave up. I never saw him again. Then newspapers came in talking about the "Thief Lord', and how he stole form innocents. Then I began to track down who he stole from---it was a certain pattern that delighted me in the most repulsive ways. He stole from those who really weren't innocents! I began to walk back and forth in my chamber.

(don't really think we really need a name for him right now...is this what she was thinking? we need to be careful with the point of view. but it really isn't a big deal...((great job)))
(back to Errol for a bit...unless you have an objection?)

((Not at all, go ahead. I was just giving a little more history to the thief. Back to Errol.)

((would you like to go first? the history was good, we should add to Errol too. say how he became a thief...))

good job guys sorry i haven't wrote. school's started for me.

Errol lay on his cot long after the sun had rose. He stared up at the ceiling he had painted. it was a night scene, one of the best he had ever done. But that was before in a life he barely remembered. He had use to paint, for fun, for his family, for the girl he loved. Tsuki, his best friend in the world an the heir to the throne. They had had so many adventures together; before, before the masked man had come and his parents had died.
It had just happened that one day Tsuki had ran into this guy. Actually, it had been Errol 15th birthday and he remembered it clearly. She had come running straight to him to tell him the new. 'The most wonderful man in the world' she called this stranger. Errol had been heart broken. It was on that day that he was going to confess his love but he never had the chance. She had belonged to this 'Dominiq' the moment she set eyes on him. He of course had said nothing about himself, but smiled and agreed to help find this man of her dreams. The day afterwards, Errol's parents were murdered and Errol Black, the son of the most well-known artisans in the kingdom, vanished.
Here he was now, inside of what had once been his rich home. It had all gone downhill from that moment Tsuki had broken the news to him. Errol didn't blame her, nor did he blame Dominiq, but somehow it seemed justified that he become a theif. The same profession that they had worked...

i really love the story so far guys!

Her closed his eyes and pictured Tsuki clearly in his mind. Sure, he hadn't seen her in quite awhile, but he was still in love with her. She was the most beautiful and different person he had every met. There was a rose in his hand that day he wanted to confess his love for her. A red rose. Her favorite. He never got the chance to give it to her and the rose still remains in his jounal...dead and broken, just as his heart. He didn't want to hurt her by leaving...but so many things happened at a time that he had nothing else to look foward to in his life. He became a thief because it gave him a sense of direction. It made him feel that emotion of happiness that he hadn't felt since he met her... He stood up and retrieved a blank drawing notebook. He began to draw her...

new character:

Hey! my nam's Justin. that's my real name. i don't know why Chris over here is so afraid to put his name down in here. i mean how many ppl in the world are named Justin and Chris? a lot! neat story so far. i don't know why the twin didn't let me in on this before. this is really cool!

well.... i'm actually Lisa's boyfriend, but i don't like the name Dominiq. I guess i'll be he betrothed. hahahahahaha! that's gonna be fun! my name is.... Yama. Garrett Yama and i am a prince from the neighboring kingdom of Reya.

Garrett had just returned from a morning horse ride and decided to invite his brothed to lunch. Prehaps a picnick in the meadow. just some time alone for the two of them. He gave a half smile thinging of it, but knew there was nothing there. It was a political marriage. there was no love, well love between them at least. No, he loved her, but she - she belonged to someone else. His foresight told him that. But he had gone along with his father's plan anyways. Turning back around, Garrett headed to his room to wash up instead of going to Lady Tsuki's. Maybe later they'd spend some time together...

feel free to introduce new characters when ever and how ever.

Garrett Yama???? lol!

I'll post sometime later, gotta think.