The mornig sun rose on another summer day, in to the eyes of a young man. \"Ahh. Damn sun never fails right into my eyes.\" said the young man \"another summer day another hot day, just the way I like it.\" As he got up he rubed his eyes and stood from the hard ground he\'s forced to sleep on every night. He looked at the small town below the hard hill he slept on that night. Every day he\'s glad he dosen\'t live like them and so were they, he was an out cast, he was thrown out of his home town at the age of eight and lived on his own for nine years. All he had was the clothes on his back.He whore a blood red jacket with a dark blue undershirt, and dirty jeans with black sneakers. He also had some shades over his deep brown eyes. He had dark red hair witch went down below his ears. He had long forgoten his real name if he even had one ,but he called himself Blazen. Not because he thought it was cool, but because of the reason he\'s an outcast he had unholy powers some said he\'s the son of satan or the grim reaper. He had powers of fire, he could burn the town that threw him out but he always considered it a wate of time and energy as if he\'d waste any.

\"Well better get some breakfast,\" Blazen began to walk down the hill \"where shall I steal some food now. Let\'s see hmm iknow the market there selling outside today.\" As Blazen walked towrds town he got more and more pissed because of what they did to him. He tried his best to stay calm and he\'d always tell himself \"It was in the past forget about it.\" Although it didnt always work. When he got to the town he reilized he forgot his cloak. \"Awe, damn.\" he said to aloud.A women tending her garden heard him and when she saw him she yelled \"Gaurds, gaurds he\'s back!!!\" The gaurds can imediatly swords and shields ready. Blazen looked at them with an anoyyed look. \"Are we gonna go through this every time you I\'m here, dosen\'t this seem old to you?\" The gaurds did not answer but they did advance on Blazen. Blazen simply sighed and snapped his fingers and a wall of fire 6 feet tall came between Blazen and the gaurds. Blazen was already fustrated and he desided to get something in the woods to eat there were plenty of deer in there, so he left and as he left he snapped his fingers again and the fire wall came down. The gaurds were always horrified by Blazen\'s unholy power over fire and so they desided to let him leave again and go inform the mayor.

The morning sun rose on another summer day, into the eyes of a young man, \"Ahh, the damn sun never falls right into my eyes,\" said the young man. \"Another summer day, another hot day, just the way I like it.\" As he got up he rubbed his eyes and stood from the hard ground he\'s forced to sleep on every night. He looked at the small town below the hard hill he slept on that night. Everyday, he\'s glad he dosen\'t live like them and so were they. He was an outcast, he was thrown out of his home town at the age of eight and lived on his own for nine years. All he had was the clothes on his back. He wore a blood-red jacket with a dark blue undershirt, dirty jeans and black sneakers with some shades over his deep brown eyes. He had dark red hair witch went down below his ears. He had long forgotten his real name if he even had one, but he called himself Blazen. Not because he thought it was cool, but because of the reason he\'s an outcast. He had unholy powers. Some said he\'s the son of satan or the grim reaper. He had powers of fire, he could burn the town that threw him out but he always considered it a wate of time and energy as if he\'d waste any.

\"Well, better get some breakfast,\" Blazen began to walk down the hill \"Where shall I steal some food now? Let\'s see, hmm, I know at the market they\'re selling outside today.\" As Blazen walked towrds town he got more and more pissed because of what they did to him. He tried his best to stay calm and always tell himself \"It was in the past, forget about it.\" Although it didn\'t always work. When he got to the town, he realized he forgot his cloak. \"Awe, damn,\" he said to aloud. A women tending her garden heard him and when she saw him she yelled, \"Gaurds, gaurds he\'s back!!!\" The gaurds can immediatly, swords and shields ready. Blazen looked at them with an annoyed look. \"Are we gonna go through this everytime I\'m here, dosen\'t this seem old to you?\" The gaurds did not answer but they did advance on Blazen. Blazen simply sighed and snapped his fingers and a wall of fire 6 feet tall came between Blazen and the gaurds. Blazen was already fustrated and decided to get something in the woods to eat. There were plenty of deer in there, so he left and as he left he snapped his fingers again and the fire wall came down. The gaurds were always horrified by Blazen\'s unholy power over fire and so they decided to let him leave again and go inform the mayor.

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:rofl:..Burrito, that\'s hilarious.

Blazen, for one..you don\'t need Morphman\'s permission or anything to do a fanfic. Believe me, they\'ve probably been around longer than he has.

For two, it\'s best to seperate into chapters. I always think it\'s good to seperate character speech from the story, as well. That\'s just me, though.

Also, it\'s good to chop up the paragraphs abit..makes it alot easier to read. Example:

Chapter 1 (you can name chapters if you want)

The morning sun rose on another summer day, into the eyes of a young man.

\"Ahh, the damn sun never falls right into my eyes,\" said the young man. \"Another summer day, another hot day, just the way I like it.\"

As he got up he rubbed his eyes and stood from the hard ground he\'s forced to sleep on every night. He looked at the small town below the hard hill he slept on that night. Everyday, he\'s glad he dosen\'t live like them and so were they.

He was an outcast, he was thrown out of his home town at the age of eight and lived on his own for nine years. All he had was the clothes on his back. He wore a blood-red jacket with a dark blue undershirt, dirty jeans and black sneakers with some shades over his deep brown eyes.

Etc, etc

And why, may I ask, should I mind?
The only thing that isn\'t included much in stories is that the writer is also the person who it\'s all about. Usually they change the name a little, like \'James\' turning into \'Yamzee\' or something. And usually, the person the writer plans to be like he/she him/herself wants to be like isn\'t the #1 person, but is still important to the story.
Anyways, don\'t stop with this yet, it might turn out to be a good story. And I don\'t know what the hell Rito was talking about, but if it\'s bad grammar, you don\'t have it that much. Or at least less than Polar Teddy...

I\'m sorry guys I did this at 1 in the morning I\'ll fix it. Also I have no reason for the Morphman I just thought I should put it there ok I\'m sorry really and thanks for the advice.

hes in 8th I go to school with him and this is pretty good Blazen

no prob! take your time:D. im itchin to see the next epesode!