I need a story to be a beta
This is a random mass of (hopefully) 6k words please don't judge as I am too lazy to actually write an entire story and would never get anything done as I would constantly be restarting parts and anything I write would be unsatisfactory and short as I am too lazy to finish things.
Might write a few ideas/challenges in here as well feel free to take what you may need.
Possible Challenges:
Naruto:
1. A NaruIno story in which Naruto is stupidly overpowered for any reason, perhaps Naruto has gained the blessing of Kami it something along those lines. The naruino relationship could be introduced by something such as Naruto protecting Ino or perhaps them training together.
Conditions:
Must be NaruIno.
Naruto must be stupidly overpowered.
Preferred for a loyal (to Konoha) Naruto.
2. A version of Naruto in which post Shippuden Naruto is in a similar situation as Saitama in One Punch Man; so strong nothingnposes a challenge anymore and he is perpetually bored.
Conditions:
Naruto must be strong enough to not be challenged.
Boruto just doesn't happen.
RWBY:
No ideas yet
PJO:
No ideas yet
XOVERS:
1. A PJO and RWBY xover in which Percy, due to any circumstance, is forced to go to remnant. In remnant he meets Beacon after an event (e.g. destroying many Grimm) and goes to Beacon where he meets Pyrrha who he relates to because they are both Greek.
Conditions:
Relationship must be Percy/Pyrrha
Story must be told from Percy's perspective.
Here is a early draft of my English Coursework:
The Shack in the Woods
I was lying in a hospital bed with no recollection of how I got here. My head was spinning, I felt nauseous, my legs felt like they had been ripped off and I couldn't feel my left arm. "Luka, what were you doing in the rainforest? Were you alone?" The voice shocked my thoughts into coherency; I started to remember. My oldest friends, Juan, Ricardo, and Zoë, and I all shared a passion for the unknown and had gone on an expedition into the rainforest.
Our expedition seemed to turn to dust immediately; our original path was blocked by a landslide. We had to camp for the first night in the wilderness. As the moon came out, sending a white flame of light through the canopy onto the Amazon River reflecting sparks of light onto the surrounding area, painting a scene that I wish I could've held onto forever. I remembered how as it got darker the rainforest transformed from a place of buzzing excitement and bright colours to a place of silent serenity, with an eerie sense that the predators were out to hunt. We quickly set up our tents, making sure our bug nets were closed, and we applied extra bug repellent, ever wary of the various diseases that were spread in the forest.
The next day we set off at dawn after a short night of sleep; the night before we had drunk a lot, none of us could really remember what had happened, but we were all badly hungover. All I knew was that in the night, one of us had wrecked the campsite and in the process had rendered one of the two maps we had brought unusable. We continued on walking through the luscious green forests, passing over part of the rushing Amazon River which was full of life and creatures. The river appeared to be the centre of nature and life. However, if you took a second to analyse the situation, you could see that under the surface it was a death trap: crocodiles hiding as logs filled up the banks of the river while metallic blue and orange piranhas swam in the centre, their sharp teeth making them appear as small demons. The view was serene but dangerous; there was an underlying sense of peril. I distinctly remember seeing a flock of thirteen or so ravens in the otherwise clear sky. I thought it strange that we saw ravens so far into the rainforest. The rest of that morning was a blur, at 1 o'clock we stopped for lunch. I gazed up into the sky as it slowly turned dark. I realised that this was an eclipse that was supposed to happen, but I had never thought we would see it so clearly.
In the afternoon we came to the village we were supposed to reach the day before. At the entrance to the village, scratched on a tree was an ankh, an ancient Egyptian symbol meant to symbolise everlasting life. We decided we would stay at the small village for the night. The village was run by a local tribe; they were very welcoming and good hosts. We were given a dish we were told was a bug salad. The thought of eating bugs was disgusting; the dish was actually quite nice. Juan joked around about feeling the bugs moving around stomach making his insides twist.
We spent the night in an old empty shack which had clay walls and a thatched roof. We had been told that it was the former home of a villager who had left however the house reeked of blood. There were stains on the wall. It was clear that whoever had been the previous resident of this house had met an untimely end. The house was macabre like a scene from a horror film. The house made me nervous; it felt conscious, alive, it felt as if it was out for our blood. Across the floor was the faint pattern of a Magnus Opus, the alchemical symbol for the philosopher's stone, usually relating to immense power and immortality. That night we drank away our worries and woke up having no recollection of the night before.
At some point in the night, it appeared that Ricardo had disappeared, and he had not yet returned. We were panicking and speculating about what could've happened 'maybe he got mauled by some wild beast in the night' I suggested, Zoë replied 'maybe he went for a walk and got bitten by some poisonous animal…' our speculations were interrupted when Ricardo returned. He was covered head to toe in scratches, his normally straight black hair was rough and unkempt, his eyes were hollow, a stark contrast to their usual brightness, he seemed a shell of his former self; I wondered what had happened in the night that had caused this. We were unable to ask him what was wrong as the first thing he did was pass out. We tried to wake him, but he remained catatonic. I decided to stay until Ricardo felt better while Zoë and Juan went to look for help.
That night I was beginning to eat my dinner when I heard a strange noise in the village. Ricardo was still out cold with no sign of coming to; I decided to investigate the sound and went to the centre of the village. I watched the tribe villagers marching towards a fire, chanting in Latin about immortality. Horrified I spotted Zoë and Juan being dragged, screaming, clearly in agony, towards the fire. I felt a sharp spike of pain on my head and blacked out.
I looked at the Police and it was clear that they didn't believe me. One of the officers said, 'That is all' and then the two of them left as I faded back into unconsciousness.
Pretty shit huh...