I've been here officially a year now, so I figured; "Hey, might as well." I was there when it was announced the LMBs would shut down in early March of 2017, and like most of everyone else there, I was greatly dismayed. I'd been playing around with the idea of writing a Ninjago fan-fiction for a little while back then, though if I had had more time to think about it, I probably would have decided not to ever indulge in something like that. However, the fact of the matter was, I did not have much time to think about it, so suddenly I decided; "These boards are shutting down. No one will remember. You have a little over two months. Go for it."
So I did. Rushed, sloppy in some places, typos in others, and riddled with references to other fandoms and universes -- from the littlest, most discreet nods to the utmost blatant and stupid of jokes -- here's something I wrote on the fly, with a time limit, a vague idea of what I was doing, but hopefully made with a whole lot of heart. If it weren't for the friends I met while making this and their enthusiasm and encouragement, I may not have finished, nor considered going on to write more fan-fiction material.
Jonmbost and ninjagofanmam , here's the story that had us meet and become friends. You liked the idea of me posting it again, so here it is. Thank you so much for adding encouragement, fun, and laughter to my story topic back then. I'm so glad we can still hang out and chat today. As well as the readers and friends who have disappeared, this is for you.
RomeNZ , you asked, I kept my word and thought about it, and here it is. Yup, the first Ninjago fan-fiction I wrote. Actually, the first Lego story in general that I ever wrote -- and back then, I hadn't written anything but school stories, essays, and cartoons for years, so please don't judge me. XD
Well. Here it is. Without further ado, I present to you;
Runaway ~ Cole's Story
Oh yay you're posting it here! So many memories! Definitely going to be re-reading this! ( and I'll respectfully put any spoiler comments in jammers. )
I'm already feeling nostalgic. . . was it really only a year ago? (Good idea. )
Cole stared out the greasy window of the train, the glass stained with children's fingerprints. It was dark outside the train, it looked like night. Faint shadows and dark silhouettes flashed by the train as it rolled swiftly down the tracks, its continuous rumble echoing down the hillside. The only sign of life outside the train was the faint twinkle of the few stars shining above the steep mountains.
Inside the chugging locomotive the light was bright and harsh, the seats cold and unfeeling. Several people sat quietly in the compartment, reading the newspaper or texting on their smartphones. Their bodies swayed slightly with the movement of the train, but otherwise were still.
Cole fingered a pair of headphones, his heart beating rapidly and stomach churning like a storm at sea. His backpack sat between his legs, holding the few items he had packed last night. Inside were things like water, packs of food, matches, a flashlight, a sleeping bag, extra pair of underwear, and things you wouldn't expect a student of Oppenheimer to carry with him.
He licked his lips. Whatever his dad said, he wasn't going to school. He didn't want to. He had wrestled with himself all night, tossing and turning fitfully in his bed for hours, arguing to himself in his mind before he came to his decision: He wouldn't go. He would get off the train at the next stop, with only the supplies in his pack and the clothes on his backs, and find a different life. What that would be exactly, he wasn't sure of.
'You can't do it, you can't,' An annoying voice chanted in his head. 'You're only a spoiled teenager, you can't do it. It only happens in movies, you can't, you can't.'
'Shut up!' He snapped back to the voice.
'You can't, you can't.' It chanted.
He stared out the window into darkness.
It seemed like an eternity passed before the train began to slow. Cole jumped at the sound of a robotic voice saying. "Yokaiville. Next stop, Ninjago City."
The train screeched into the station with an ear-piercing, shrill cry, hissing and rumbling like a monster. The passengers swayed in their seats, keeping their balance as the vehicle slowed and came to a stop. The doors opened with a whoosh, letting in the cool, moist night air. Cole, along with several people heading to work, stepped off the train and onto the concrete platform. Cole swung his backpack over his shoulder and gazed at his surroundings.
The station was a simple large-city type, a large plastic awning rose high above the concrete, and streetlights lit up the area in a golden glow. Around thirty or forty people were either waiting for their train at the wooden benches or bustling to and from a flight of stairs. Shouldering his pack, Cole trotted upstairs to the building above.
Upstairs there were many more people, buzzing like bees and scurrying around like mice, everyone in a hurry. The huge station had marble floors and walls, making every footstep and voice reverberate throughout the building. It was a storm of noise.
'Step 1: Get to Yokaiville, check.' He thought to himself. 'Easy-peasy. Step 2: Call Mr. Duffel at Oppenheimer, pretend to be Dad, and tell him Cole isn't coming to school this year. Not so easy.'
He walked through the wide halls swiftly, and passed by a food stand. His stomach gurgled, but he didn't feel hungry. He just felt sick. 'You can't do it,' The stupid voice chanted again. 'You can't, you can't!'
He spotted an old-fashioned telephone booth standing in a corner by the bathrooms. Before slipping in, he glanced around furtively. Was anyone following him?
'Don't be stupid,' He told himself. 'As far as Dad's concerned, you're on your way to Ninjago City.' He shut the door.
He got out the piece of paper with the school's number, put the money into the slot, and picked up the phone. He took a deep breath. "It's OK. You've got this." With sweaty palms, he pressed the buttons, held the phone to his ear, and waited.
Cole stared out the greasy window of the train, the glass stained with children's fingerprints. It was dark outside the train, it looked like night. Faint shadows and dark silhouettes flashed by the train as it rolled swiftly down the tracks, its continuous rumble echoing down the hillside. The only sign of life outside the train was the faint twinkle of the few stars shining above the steep mountains.
Inside the chugging locomotive the light was bright and harsh, the seats cold and unfeeling. Several people sat quietly in the compartment, reading the newspaper or texting on their smartphones. Their bodies swayed slightly with the movement of the train, but otherwise were still.
Cole fingered a pair of headphones, his heart beating rapidly and stomach churning like a storm at sea. His backpack sat between his legs, holding the few items he had packed last night. Inside were things like water, packs of food, matches, a flashlight, a sleeping bag, extra pair of underwear, and things you wouldn't expect a student of Oppenheimer to carry with him.
He licked his lips. Whatever his dad said, he wasn't going to school. He didn't want to. He had wrestled with himself all night, tossing and turning fitfully in his bed for hours, arguing to himself in his mind before he came to his decision: He wouldn't go. He would get off the train at the next stop, with only the supplies in his pack and the clothes on his backs, and find a different life. What that would be exactly, he wasn't sure of.
'You can't do it, you can't,' An annoying voice chanted in his head. 'You're only a spoiled teenager, you can't do it. It only happens in movies, you can't, you can't.'
'Shut up!' He snapped back to the voice.
'You can't, you can't.' It chanted.
He stared out the window into darkness.
It seemed like an eternity passed before the train began to slow. Cole jumped at the sound of a robotic voice saying. "Yokaiville. Next stop, Ninjago City."
'Not for me.' He thought, and hopped off.
So much detail . . . I've forgotten a lot of it. Great writing!
The train screeched into the station with an ear-piercing, shrill cry, hissing and rumbling like a monster. The passengers swayed in their seats, keeping their balance as the vehicle slowed and came to a stop. The doors opened with a whoosh, letting in the cool, moist night air. Cole, along with several people heading to work, stepped off the train and onto the concrete platform. Cole swung his backpack over his shoulder and gazed at his surroundings.
* * *
Huh? The last sentence in the previous section was "he hopped off." But now he's back on and getting off again?
The train screeched into the station with an ear-piercing, shrill cry, hissing and rumbling like a monster. The passengers swayed in their seats, keeping their balance as the vehicle slowed and came to a stop. The doors opened with a whoosh, letting in the cool, moist night air. Cole, along with several people heading to work, stepped off the train and onto the concrete platform. Cole swung his backpack over his shoulder and gazed at his surroundings.
The station was a simple large-city type, a large plastic awning rose high above the concrete, and streetlights lit up the area in a golden glow. Around thirty or forty people were either waiting for their train at the wooden benches or bustling to and from a flight of stairs. Shouldering his pack, Cole trotted upstairs to the building above.
Upstairs there were many more people, buzzing like bees and scurrying around like mice, everyone in a hurry. The huge station had marble floors and walls, making every footstep and voice reverberate throughout the building. It was a storm of noise.
'Step 1: Get to Yokaiville, check.' He thought to himself. 'Easy-peasy. Step 2: Call Mr. Duffel at Oppenheimer, pretend to be Dad, and tell him Cole isn't coming to school this year. Not so easy.'
He walked through the wide halls swiftly, and passed by a food stand. His stomach gurgled, but he didn't feel hungry. He just felt sick. 'You can't do it,' The stupid voice chanted again. 'You can't, you can't!'
He spotted an old-fashioned telephone booth standing in a corner by the bathrooms. Before slipping in, he glanced around furtively. Was anyone following him?
'Don't be stupid,' He told himself. 'As far as Dad's concerned, you're on your way to Ninjago City.' He shut the door.
He got out the piece of paper with the school's number, put the money into the slot, and picked up the phone. He took a deep breath. "It's OK. You've got this." With sweaty palms, he pressed the buttons, held the phone to his ear, and waited.
-last edited on Aug 27, 2018 1:31:17 GMT by Gnuehchcaz
Post by Gnuehchcaz on Aug 27, 2018 1:30:46 GMT
I wasn't an active user on the Ninjago Stories Forum, but for some reason this first chapter seems very familiar. I may have read the first chapter once before.
I've been moderating a few of your these posts and they're great!
Cole stared out the greasy window of the train, the glass stained with children's fingerprints. It was dark outside the train, it looked like night. Faint shadows and dark silhouettes flashed by the train as it rolled swiftly down the tracks, its continuous rumble echoing down the hillside. The only sign of life outside the train was the faint twinkle of the few stars shining above the steep mountains.
Inside the chugging locomotive the light was bright and harsh, the seats cold and unfeeling. Several people sat quietly in the compartment, reading the newspaper or texting on their smartphones. Their bodies swayed slightly with the movement of the train, but otherwise were still.
Cole fingered a pair of headphones, his heart beating rapidly and stomach churning like a storm at sea. His backpack sat between his legs, holding the few items he had packed last night. Inside were things like water, packs of food, matches, a flashlight, a sleeping bag, extra pair of underwear, and things you wouldn't expect a student of Oppenheimer to carry with him.
He licked his lips. Whatever his dad said, he wasn't going to school. He didn't want to. He had wrestled with himself all night, tossing and turning fitfully in his bed for hours, arguing to himself in his mind before he came to his decision: He wouldn't go. He would get off the train at the next stop, with only the supplies in his pack and the clothes on his backs, and find a different life. What that would be exactly, he wasn't sure of.
'You can't do it, you can't,' An annoying voice chanted in his head. 'You're only a spoiled teenager, you can't do it. It only happens in movies, you can't, you can't.'
'Shut up!' He snapped back to the voice.
'You can't, you can't.' It chanted.
He stared out the window into darkness.
It seemed like an eternity passed before the train began to slow. Cole jumped at the sound of a robotic voice saying. "Yokaiville. Next stop, Ninjago City."
'Not for me.' He thought, and hopped off.
So much detail . . . I've forgotten a lot of it. Great writing!
The train screeched into the station with an ear-piercing, shrill cry, hissing and rumbling like a monster. The passengers swayed in their seats, keeping their balance as the vehicle slowed and came to a stop. The doors opened with a whoosh, letting in the cool, moist night air. Cole, along with several people heading to work, stepped off the train and onto the concrete platform. Cole swung his backpack over his shoulder and gazed at his surroundings.
* * *
Huh? The last sentence in the previous section was "he hopped off." But now he's back on and getting off again?
I wasn't an active user on the Ninjago Stories Forum, but for some reason this first chapter seems very familiar. I may have read the first chapter once before.
I've been moderating a few of your these posts and they're great!
![[derp]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/YqNTPqyQUocVMYXZgUAI.png)
That's great! 
Yeah, you have quite a bit to catch up on. 
![[y]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/WYWPH2VRo26pOFDid7QZ.png)
That's great! 
![[lenny]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/7elNEqtPK2hcSAiIMFNh.png)
