All writers gather round

I can't help but feel like you are trying to get people to do your homework.

You should enter an example story.
^this

3 paragraphs are also extremely restraining.

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However, since I am bad a reading rules on occasion, and since I am a bit of an attention hoarder; I will post a part of one of my own stories.

mild language
“Sir! We got a hit down 'ere!” says one of the dusty, raggedy looking miners who had just came up to alert the overseer of a new supply of gold that had just been uncovered in the mine.

“Alright, dig it out, put it in the cart, and push the cart over to the wagon so we can load it up. Tell your men down there to hurry it up, we don't want any thieves coming to take our treasure do w-” BANG! A lough roar echoed through the canyon, and the next thing anyone saw was a mine shaft overseer fall to the ground with blood gushing from a hole in the side of his head. He had been shot, if you were too dim to figure that out.

“We got ourselves a sharpshoo-” began the miner that was talking to the overseer, whose sentence had been interrupted by a loud bang. He too, was shot. The recent gunfire triggered a reaction among the miners that were in the shaft; they started grabbing guns, and they all huddled toward the entrance. They had to adjust their eyes for a moment since the cave was much dimmer than the scorching midday sunlight. Afterward, they all scrambled over to the boxes of weapons and ammunition that were located next to the tent that sat beside the victims of the sniper.

“Damn! There are too many, I can't take them all out!” says the man who was shooting the sniper rifle. He was a 6 foot, 4 inch Caucasian with short, dark-brown hair, a beard, and eyes that were two different colors, yellow and blue. He sported a Remington No.1 rolling block rifle that had a scope which was as long as the barrel attached. He also carried a 7-shot .22 Caliber Smith ans Wesson Model 1 revolver. His friend was shorter, being 6 feet tall exactly. His name was Terry Sidney, and he had long blonde hair that came to his shoulders, with pale-blue eyes and no beard. He used a Henry Repeater rifle with his sidearm being a Colt .45 Army Style revolver. The man who was shooting the rolling block rifle's name was Jeff Donna.

“Take down as many as you can,” said Terry “And make sure you get the ones that will be shooting at me, unlike last time...”

“One time, just one time I don't notice a guy and you're all over my ass about it.” replied Jeff.

“Yeah well, if I had reflexes like yours, I'd probably be filled with lead by now”

“I have the reflexes of a cat!”

“A dead cat. Also, don't start firing until I shoot.”

After diminishing his partner's self confidence, Terry started climbing down the rocks with his repeater strapped to his back, and his gun in it's holster. Down bellow, he could see that the miners were frantically searching for the man who had assassinated their boss and their co-worker. They couldn't see him quite yet. As he got closer and closer, the miners started to notice him. Their shot-guns and pistols started blazing towards Terry's direction. As son as the bullets started to ricochet around him, he dove behind a large boulder for cover. He then peeked his head over to get an idea of how many and in what spots the miners were, but as soon as his eyes were over the boulder, his hat was blown off his head. This caused him to quickly fall down behind safety again. Jeff had his sights set on the man who was closest to Terry, waiting for Terry to fire. As soon as the man hiding behind the rock fired his pistol up into the air, Jeff fired just one shot right into one of the further away man's head. The miners' attention diverted towards the rocky hill top, wondering where the rifle bullet had come from. This gave Terry the chance to jump up and gun down three of the men that were originally shooting at him. While he was reloading, Jeff started picking off targets still around Terry one by one. The miners were now splitting up. One group was heading towards the area that they heard the rolling block rifle shot, and one group headed towards the rock Terry was hiding behind.
 
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It was almost impossible to concieve that a timid boy like Dave could ever encounter a time machine. He had an IQ of 117 and was in the tenth grade, on par with everybody else. But in front of his eyes, there it was: a working time machine. As all 16 year olds do, curiousity got the best of him. Entering the machine that looked like a metamorph of every junk found in B-rated Sci-fi movies, he began thinking of a time and date to test drive it into. Then, this morning's history lesson came into focus: The day Christopher Columbus found America.
Dave fingered the coordinate panel, hesistantly deciding whether or not to go through with it.
"The hell with it," Dave said to himself. He set the year, month, and day, but more accurately, attempted an estimate, for all he knew was the year.
"Eh, I'm a lucky guy," he assured himself. He pressed the activation button and immediately felt a rush of thunder and wind flowing past his hair, and even felt it going through his veins. The lightning consumed him as he traversed past the deepest bowels of time and space, or Christopher Walken's garage, whichever is more accurate.
"Holy crap," he stood, shocked, not at the precise landing upon the New World or even the fact he actually set the correct coordinates, but Native Americans as far as the eye can see, were aiming their bow and arrows at him. "Guys, c'mon," he smiled idiotically. "Let's make love, not war."
The Indians let out a howl and various yelps. Dave ran off screaming, into the woods and out into a shore. In the distance he could make out three ships: The Pina, Nina, and Santa Maria. And upon one of those ships was the Spainiard himself, standing proud, with chest popped out and chin held high.
Dave went off into hiding before the Indians could find him. Sure enough, the Indians stood much like Dave was: transfixed on the oncoming ships. Columbus and his men disembarked.
"So we finally reached India," Columbus announced. "And these must be the natives." He marched to them, still standing proudly. He stood for a moment, thinking and finally said, "Yosh! We will enslave and annihalte them!"
"What the hell?" Dave cried. "This guy's mad!" So, like how every 16 year-old American boy solves problems, Dave runs towards Columbus and punches him in the face. Columbus' men didn't appreciate that and gave chase to Dave. Scared he hopped aboard the Santa Maria and attempted to find a hiding place onboard. Unfortunately more men were waiting for him. Frightened and anxious, he took off into the ocean.
"Wait a second," Dave thought for a moment. "I CAN'T SWIM!"
And so, Dave drowned, and died of cancer.

The End
 
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It was almost impossible to concieve that a timid boy like Dave could ever encounter a time machine. He had an IQ of 117 and was in the tenth grade, on par with everybody else. But in front of his eyes, there it was: a working time machine. As all 16 year olds do, curiousity got the best of him. Entering the machine that looked like a metamorph of every junk found in B-rated Sci-fi movies, he began thinking of a time and date to test drive it into. Then, this morning's history lesson came into focus: The day Christopher Columbus found America.
Dave fingered the coordinate panel, hesistantly deciding whether or not to go through with it.
"The hell with it," Dave said to himself. He set the year, month, and day, but more accurately, attempted an estimate, for all he knew was the year.
"Eh, I'm a lucky guy," he assured himself. He pressed the activation button and immediately felt a rush of thunder and wind flowing past his hair, and even felt it going through his veins. The lightning consumed him as he traversed past the deepest bowels of time and space, or Christopher Walken's garage, whichever is more accurate.
"Holy crap," he stood, shocked, not at the precise landing upon the New World or even the fact he actually set the correct coordinates, but Native Americans as far as the eye can see, were aiming their bow and arrows at him. "Guys, c'mon," he smiled idiotically. "Let's make love, not war."
The Indians let out a howl and various yelps. Dave ran off screaming, into the woods and out into a shore. In the distance he could make out three ships: The Pina, Nina, and Santa Maria. And upon one of those ships was the Spainiard himself, standing proud, with chest popped out and chin held high.
Dave went off into hiding before the Indians could find him. Sure enough, the Indians stood much like Dave was: transfixed on the oncoming ships. Columbus and his men disembarked.
"So we finally reached India," Columbus announced. "And these must be the natives." He marched to them, still standing proudly. He stood for a moment, thinking and finally said, "Yosh! We will enslave and annihalte them!"
"What the hell?" Dave cried. "This guy's mad!" So, like how every 16 year-old American boy solves problems, Dave runs towards Columbus and punches him in the face. Columbus' men didn't appreciate that and gave chase to Dave. Scared he hopped aboard the Santa Maria and attempted to find a hiding place onboard. Unfortunately more men were waiting for him. Frightened and anxious, he took off into the ocean.
"Wait a second," Dave thought for a moment. "I CAN'T SWIM!"
And so, Dave drowned, and died of cancer.

The End

Cool Bro Story.
 
North, West, South and East idea
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South
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In the south, there was mainly Stuff, which was the force of the unknown. All that was known by the usual peasent about Stuff was that there was a lot of it, and it was powerful. Stuff is also known by it's proper name, which was Massive Aerial Guide for Irrelevant Cannons. The irrelevant cannons were notably what the people known as Sy-en-tysts from the north called Physics, which ran around like loose cannons. Generating the name. It was mostly used by it's acronym. Which was MAGIC. It is often not spelled out letter by letter and is said as 'magic' in most cases.
The main city of the south is Augoroth, a city leaking vast quantities of Stuff at a constant rate. The reason for this is that the inhabitants of the city had discovered a way to bind Stuff into solid objects, the objects created were called WhyzardStones. The high density of Stuff in the stones was enough to make the Wizards be able to concentrate their powers in using Stuff even better. It also allowed idiots- ahem, normal people to use magic when they shouldn't be able to. The city is covered by a thick layer of blue smoke, through which it is impossible to see the end of a street on the beginning of that street on the ground; you can only see the tips of the the tallest buildings from afar or from the air, most noticable is the Tower Of Wizardry, a building that you can see only the middle of. It is around two miles high and the bottom part is lost in the blue smoke and the top part is
lost in the clouds.
The smoke is created by the WyzardStone factories that spend all day sucking in Stuff and pushing it together into a powder. The powder is then charged with a Stuff field by a Tier 42 or above wizard, the particles connect to eachother to form a rough, golden stone that leaks out bright light. It is then grinded down using massive stones that rub away at it until finally a golden sphere is left behind. The grinding profess creates the smoke, it's harmless, but it's hard to get rid of and very annoying.
The Tower Of Wizardry rises two miles high as said before, there is always a supply of orbiting golden light trails around it that make up a shining field. It is made of concentrated Stuff and is a marker that the WyzardStones do not need to be used within it's walls to be a wizard. The better Wizards despise the stones, even the Tier 100 Master Of Wizardry Arnelius hates them. The Tiers in the tower are from 0-99, the lowest level meaning no magical talent and the highest being able to utilise magic to the highest degree. The single Tier 100 wizard is an unusual case, if his Tier was to be on Tier skill difference which is the case from 0-99, he would be past the 200s. But seeing as noone has breached the level except him it was made simple and he sits at Tier 100.
The city has rather damp and cold climate, it is ruled by King Avate the 3rd and is placed on the coast of the southern continent, meaning the massive arrays of docks that it holds are put to good use, containing exotic boats with a light blue and white theme; they are usually built out of wood, though Tier 90 and above wizards have been known to create incredibly fast ones out of glass. The warships are not quite so heavily armored as they could be, seeing as they are made of wood, but they host a variety of magical weapons. The most common weapon would be the Hell Bringer Cannon, it was built by a Tier 33 wizard and fires a flaming cannonball that explodes on contact.

East
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The eastern continent is quite a difficult one to describe, it is not devoid of Stuff but it contains only a weak field throughout the continent. The main population of the continent is warriors, barbarians and heroes. This leads to alot of war and towns being wiped off the map with very little notice, thus the only map that is useful if you plan going there only has one location. The location of mention is the capital city itself, by the name of Ubah-Klasp. The city is a dangerous place to live, especially at night. The saying is "When you are too tired to lift your sword any more, your life is over" in the city.
There are many guilds inside the city, most notably the Heroes Guild seeing that it is impossible to find a Herods Guild anywhere else in the world. The Heroes themselves are little more than glorified mercenaries, known for being able to use magic to the degree of a Tier 15 wizard while removing your entrails with an abnormally large sword. They are horribly expensive too, the amateur ones without even a horse will cost you around 25,000 Kroins for a job on average, varying on the job. The most expensive Heroes such as one riding a black dragon with a magic talking sword will cost you millions.
The continent is rather warm and dry, the water is pumped out of the ground, they have no official leader, but everyone obeys Lord Veneri, probably because he owns a castle, keeps dragons as pets and has an armory of rare weapons, including one that had supposedly been given to him by one of the Gods himself. The ships are red and black painted, the ships are relatively well armored with iron plating over the wood and boast large cannons that tear apart ships at close range yet fall short on long range. They also have a flagship, it goes by the name of "The Eye Of Hell" and contains no cannons. Instead it holds massive rooms inside it and a large runway, it launches dragons which pick off ships from the air.

North
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The northern continent, even being the smallest continent and the least populated continent, is said to have a higher cumulative IQ than the other continents combined. They have a large amount of what they call Sy-en-tists, which are people who spend all day in lab-oh-rah-towies messing about with the raw materials of the universe. But not Stuff. The continent is devoid of Stuff except in artificially generated areas.
The main discoveries on the continent were famed because they were stolen and produced across the world. Such as Gunpowder and Click Towers. Click Towers were a simple idea, build machines that would send messages along a wire string hooked up to two modified typewriters. One for sending a message, another for receiving and writing down the message, it allowed for near instant communications.
They weren't one bit pleased about their inventions being stolen and so they had cut off relations with the eastern and the western continent. The south continent was able to contact and trade with them because of the vast research going on about Stuff over there.
The continent is cold and dry, they no longer use pumps and instead rely on machines that create water from the air and some of the wierd blue gas that they import from Augoroth, it may sound mad but once the traders noticed what they were willing to pay for leftover gas they quickly purchased compressors and gas tanks, gleaming in their copper finish.
Their ships are fast and small, they focus the power of the sun to set the enemies boats on fire though the use of mirrors turned by slaves across the boat to focus light onto the backs of the cannons which projects it into a small, deadly beam of white light. The ships are painted silver and white and are coated in steel plating, making them able to take quite a bit of cannon fire.
There is no ruler in this land, there is a democracy, people vote for wars and taxes etc.

West
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The western continent creates marvels with machinery, having mastered the creation of the steam engine around 200 years ago, they had built vast steam powered contraptions, fueled by the unusual replenishing coal pit, of which refills every day with coal due to an ancient Stuff field set there around a thousand years ago by one of the most powerful wizards who was sick of not having enough coal for his fireplace after retiring to the west.
The steam car is a new sight, a personal transport unit that you could drive without any tracks, it'd set you back 30,000 Kroins but it's worth it when you can hit a mighty 60 miles per hour without a train. A relatively new invention was the first air vehicle on the world, it could carry up to 4 people in comfy seats and had a range of 5,000 miles. It could hit mind warping speeds of 160 miles per hour. There was supposedly a larger one in creation that could carry 40 people with their things from one place to the other at 200 miles per hour!
The ships, land vehicles and airplanes were painted a dark bronze colour, some pieces were painted red on them as well. The vehicles utilise steam engines propelling wheels, legs and paddles to make them move along. The usage of steam allows them to move against the wind and hit unusually large speeds. The weapons vary, they are mostly versions of steam cannons, though. Steam cannons use a large amount of steam that is placed on valve on the projectile, when it is launched it let's loose the steam, propelling it in a very straight line, unlike other cannons. The ships are protected by massive iron plates bridging across them.
There is a warm, wet climate in the continent, the ruler as such of the continent is Master Engineer Cornelius Fleck. The nation witholds itself to itself, it is not even known of by the other nations, it is often called a myth.
The people who live in the west are devoid of Stuff, it had all been used up thousands of years ago by some rather dumb wizards that cared not for preserving Stuff for other people.

I know it's a little late but what the hell. I love writing.
 
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