Fanfiction !?
 

I finished my fanfic, but I don't know how to post it as a link so that I wouldn't have to make it all one huge post. After all, it is 20 pages long. How do I make it into a link?

I find that large parts of writing in posts make me sort of bored. Is there chapters, that often helps suspense increase and divide the story. They are also used to separate parts of stories be organized. But your problem, I don't know.

There are 11 chapters, all of them are kind of short, but they divide the story well enough.

Best you can do is post it as the chapters. The fan corner is the only board where you are allowed to double post, so you can just make a new post for each chapter.

Heere it is.

PART ONE
Chapter One

… Sami coughed slightly and leaned back onto the stone, shivering. Rain trickled down his snout, making him sneeze. He stood behind the stone wall, rubbing his paws together, trying to be as invisible as he can.
Keeping his eyes alertly open, he started carefully groping his way along the wall, ready to dive into the mud at the slightest tremor in the atmosphere.
A scaly, webbed paw reached over the wall. Sami held his breath.
He saw a shadow fall upon him. Unable to help himself, he uttered a high-pitched squeal and dashed in the opposite direction.
From behind he heard a mighty growl — it started out low like a whale call, but ended in a hyaena shriek. The force of it nearly swept him off his feet… And he froze.
It howled again. Sami could feel its hot breath on his neck, but he dared not look back… Instead, he dived into the turbid water.
For a split second, he felt relieved. In the water, his kind were among the swiftest. With resolution, he shot forward.
His easiness didn’t last long, however. He felt he was being followed, and with a speed that he did not expect. He was beginning to become tired — and, in such a case, tired was dead.
He was on the brink of giving up when he felt the water becoming less dense — he found that his fin scraped the river bottom more and more pronouncedly. Feeling that this was his only hope, he scrambled upwards onto the banks of the river.
He was almost at the ledge when he felt a set of sharp claws rake across his back. In despair, he pawed at the webbed claw wildly, somehow hoping to throw it off and escape, when suddenly, with a giant thud a heap of rusting metal collapsed on the riverbank…Sami’s vision went dark.


He could not tell how long after, but miraculously, his conscience returned. Sami could not move a single muscle. When the scrap was dumped out, apparently the beast’s heavy clawed hand was still trying to reel him in, and now, with an extra half-ton of weight on it, the claws were hideously buried in his back. The Woulk, it appeared, was dead.
Doing his best to ignore the excruciating pain and the enormous weight pressing upon him, he made an attempt to examine himself, which led him to find that both his hands were crushed by the scrap metal. Even the smallest endeavor to wriggle was met with agony.
Luckily, his head was not in the scrap, or it would have been crushed, resulting in, obviously, death. Thus, not all hope was lost, but it definitely did not seem so to him at the moment. He lay in the dirt and wept — he was afraid of what might happen to him. He thought of how eventually he would starve to death and how his body would lie there, decaying through the ages…
Recovering from his fit, he realized with a pang that the pile was rocking back and forth. Also with a pang, he realized that if the pile collapsed, his skull might be crushed and
there would be absolutely no hope of him climbing out. He lay there, holding his breath when he felt a harsh itching in his nostrils. Unfortunately, his writhing to keep from sneezing was ample to shift the top of the stack just enough so it could fall freely…
With a loud bang, the scrap pile collapsed. The ground shook as the metal fell to the ground. Sami closed his eyes and prayed for the better…
After a while, the banging stopped. From this Sami had to conclude that he was still alive, for if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be able to feel the ground stop shaking. Sighing with relief, he realized that now, with an effort and quite a bit of pain, he could haul himself up. There was virtually no metal left pushing him down, except for a few pipes, and, of course, the paw of the Woulk, with its three-inch talons still digging into his flesh. There was only one problem — his hands were still stuck under the scrap.
He opened his eyes and was terrified by what he saw — both his forearms were completely saturated with blood. With even more horror, he discovered that his left arm was free — but cut off to the elbow!
He examined with disgust the useless stump, feeling like he is going to be sick. The dried blood was caked on thickly, and thus impossible to wipe off. Moreover, fresh blood was starting to leak from the gashes. Sami made a face and closed his eyes.
Soon, he found that a piece of metal that fell when the whole pile crumpled fell across the end of the pipe that was holding his right arm down, lifting the other end a little ways up into the air. This made it possible to free his right arm.
Working very carefully, he managed to wriggle out his right hand. With revolt, he discovered that it was missing one finger. Such was the price of staying alive, he thought.
Gritting his teeth, he reached back with his right hand and tried to lift the Woulk claw from his back. It was awfully heavy, but it gave. Sami could actually feel the talons sliding out of him.
Now, he thought to himself, I should be able to stand up.
Propping himself up on his right hand, he managed to draw himself up with a great effort. Twisting his neck, he looked back on the place where he lay. All he saw was a bloody imprint in the dirt. Sighing, he hobbled over to the grass.
The lacerations in his back and his left arm were throbbing with pain. Looking around him, Sami discovered that he was on the edge of a forest. A forest no one has ever seen before.

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oooo, nice story! And is Sami a Gabbit? Coz' that's what it sounds like...

Yes, Sami is a Gabbit.

Next two chapters:

Chapter Two

It turns out that the metal was actually dumped from a nearby plant, which had a garbage chute exit into the river. Sami thought about coming back home. No, he told himself firmly. The Woulks have made it their nesting place. It would prove difficult, Sami reasoned, nearly impossible to win it back. And yet, he had to try.
The wood that he was standing on the edge of looked very unfriendly. Where the trees parted, there was blackness.. Even the sky above it seemed darker.
Still unsure of himself, Sami sat down on a rotting log. He found that the less he moved the areas containing his wounds, the less they hurt. He hung his head and closed his eyes.. After all, it couldn’t be much worse — this was the point in life where there was no turning back..
Sami decided to risk going in. Heavily hauling himself up off the fallen tree trunk, he stood unstably on his one foot, swaying back and forth.
Since the Gabbit is an amphibian species, their appendages were not made for the ground. Neither were Sami’s. Instead of walking, he had to move by awkward hopping motions. He could use a stick as a support, but he did not wish to overload himself and so bravely hopped toward the wood.

The giant trees cast a shadow over the entire forest, forming a semi-light-absorbing canopy over Sami’s head, much like the jungles of Necrum. The beams of light traveled down from the tree tops with an eerie orange glow. Calls of birds and rustling of leaves could be heard through the dense air, carried in some unearthly echo. An occasional wind gust would send fallen leaves flying up in the air in a frenzied swarm.
Sami hopped timidly, doing his best not to disturb the atmoshere. He could even hear his own labored breathing. He was a strange sight — both his injured arms stuck out stiffly in opposite directions and his spine erect. He looked much like a rather fat scarecrow.
Suddenly, there was a swooping sound from above and a great howl, followed by a noise as an egg being struck with a fork. Instinctively, Sami dropped to the ground and covered his head with what was left of his arms.
The breaking calls continued, but Sami could not yet feel claws being stuck into him and flesh torn out of his ribs. He ventured to look up.
What he saw was a small creature, hardly double his arm’s length. It possessed massive jaws with a heavy overbite, narrowed like a beak. Its forearms were muscular and flexible, and it had no paws. Instead, a single, long claw grew out of its wrist, for the purpose, as Sami could see, of anchoring itself in a nearly vertical position against the tree bark. Its hind legs looked limp and immobile, with three digits on each foot. An elastic membrane joined the fore- and hind- legs together.
While Sami was gaping at the animal, it lost no time. Immediately, it began digging in the bark with its sharp mandibles and pulling in the critters found inside with its long, sticky tongue.
Supposing it was some sort of undocumented species, Sami hurried on.
After a long while, Sami grew tired. The vegetation growing in these parts was, for the main part, unsuitable for Gabbit consumption, but Sami was able to compromise by eating the few known species of insects he found along the way. Shortly, he came to a stopping place, sitting down on the dry grass.
He wiped his nose with the right paw and sneezed. Most of the dried blood had worn off, and now his limbs looked much less repulsive. However, the throbbing pain was still present, and he needed to find a solution soon. His back was feeling much better, although he still only could lay on his side and the wounds broke occasionally.
The sky was beginning to darken. Most of the birds have ceased their singing, but now the night was filled with the sound of crickets and calls of various nocturnal animals. The orange glow has been replaced with a rich purplish one, and the forest floor has burst into light. It appeared that bioluminescence was not unusual in such forests, and this one particularly had it in abundance. Now and then he could hear distant cries of animals, and the rushing of the wind as it passed between the trees. But apart from that, he was quite alone.
Gabbits are social creatures, who do not like to be alone. And so, Sami gave way to sniffling and whimpering into the night, not sure whether he wanted anyone to hear or not. He himself did not notice as he fell asleep.

He was awakened by sounds coming from behind him. Scraping leaves off his face, he sat up. Looking around him, he found that it was still semi-dark and the golden sunlight was just beginning to penetrate the forest canopy.
Sami yawned and shook his head, sure that it was someone singing that awakened him. Perhaps not singing, but the sounds definitely were musical.
As it were, the forest was, at present, devoid of sound. Musical sound, leastways. Just beginning to present itself was the chirping of birds and the now-familiar howls of the unknown inhabitants of the wood, along with the customary wailing of the wind.
On the tree against which Sami was leaning were more claw-wristed animals that he had glimpsed earlier. Fearing that one of them might fall, he crawled away from the tree to sit on a dead log. Sami yawned again and leaned back, accidentally falling off the log.
Now he was completely upside down, but did not take care to adjust this position, as he was already half asleep. Eventually performing a sort of front-flip and landing on his stomach, Sami made himself comfortable in the leaves and started snoring.

Yes, Sami is a Gabbit.

Next two chapters:

Chapter Two

It turns out that the metal was actually dumped from a nearby plant, which had a garbage chute exit into the river. Sami thought about coming back home. No, he told himself firmly. The Woulks have made it their nesting place. It would prove difficult, Sami reasoned, nearly impossible to win it back. And yet, he had to try.
The wood that he was standing on the edge of looked very unfriendly. Where the trees parted, there was blackness.. Even the sky above it seemed darker.
Still unsure of himself, Sami sat down on a rotting log. He found that the less he moved the areas containing his wounds, the less they hurt. He hung his head and closed his eyes.. After all, it couldn’t be much worse — this was the point in life where there was no turning back..
Sami decided to risk going in. Heavily hauling himself up off the fallen tree trunk, he stood unstably on his one foot, swaying back and forth.
Since the Gabbit is an amphibian species, their appendages were not made for the ground. Neither were Sami’s. Instead of walking, he had to move by awkward hopping motions. He could use a stick as a support, but he did not wish to overload himself and so bravely hopped toward the wood.

The giant trees cast a shadow over the entire forest, forming a semi-light-absorbing canopy over Sami’s head, much like the jungles of Necrum. The beams of light traveled down from the tree tops with an eerie orange glow. Calls of birds and rustling of leaves could be heard through the dense air, carried in some unearthly echo. An occasional wind gust would send fallen leaves flying up in the air in a frenzied swarm.
Sami hopped timidly, doing his best not to disturb the atmoshere. He could even hear his own labored breathing. He was a strange sight — both his injured arms stuck out stiffly in opposite directions and his spine erect. He looked much like a rather fat scarecrow.
Suddenly, there was a swooping sound from above and a great howl, followed by a noise as an egg being struck with a fork. Instinctively, Sami dropped to the ground and covered his head with what was left of his arms.
The breaking calls continued, but Sami could not yet feel claws being stuck into him and flesh torn out of his ribs. He ventured to look up.
What he saw was a small creature, hardly double his arm’s length. It possessed massive jaws with a heavy overbite, narrowed like a beak. Its forearms were muscular and flexible, and it had no paws. Instead, a single, long claw grew out of its wrist, for the purpose, as Sami could see, of anchoring itself in a nearly vertical position against the tree bark. Its hind legs looked limp and immobile, with three digits on each foot. An elastic membrane joined the fore- and hind- legs together.
While Sami was gaping at the animal, it lost no time. Immediately, it began digging in the bark with its sharp mandibles and pulling in the critters found inside with its long, sticky tongue.
Supposing it was some sort of undocumented species, Sami hurried on.
After a long while, Sami grew tired. The vegetation growing in these parts was, for the main part, unsuitable for Gabbit consumption, but Sami was able to compromise by eating the few known species of insects he found along the way. Shortly, he came to a stopping place, sitting down on the dry grass.
He wiped his nose with the right paw and sneezed. Most of the dried blood had worn off, and now his limbs looked much less repulsive. However, the throbbing pain was still present, and he needed to find a solution soon. His back was feeling much better, although he still only could lay on his side and the wounds broke occasionally.
The sky was beginning to darken. Most of the birds have ceased their singing, but now the night was filled with the sound of crickets and calls of various nocturnal animals. The orange glow has been replaced with a rich purplish one, and the forest floor has burst into light. It appeared that bioluminescence was not unusual in such forests, and this one particularly had it in abundance. Now and then he could hear distant cries of animals, and the rushing of the wind as it passed between the trees. But apart from that, he was quite alone.
Gabbits are social creatures, who do not like to be alone. And so, Sami gave way to sniffling and whimpering into the night, not sure whether he wanted anyone to hear or not. He himself did not notice as he fell asleep.

He was awakened by sounds coming from behind him. Scraping leaves off his face, he sat up. Looking around him, he found that it was still semi-dark and the golden sunlight was just beginning to penetrate the forest canopy.
Sami yawned and shook his head, sure that it was someone singing that awakened him. Perhaps not singing, but the sounds definitely were musical.
As it were, the forest was, at present, devoid of sound. Musical sound, leastways. Just beginning to present itself was the chirping of birds and the now-familiar howls of the unknown inhabitants of the wood, along with the customary wailing of the wind.
On the tree against which Sami was leaning were more claw-wristed animals that he had glimpsed earlier. Fearing that one of them might fall, he crawled away from the tree to sit on a dead log. Sami yawned again and leaned back, accidentally falling off the log.
Now he was completely upside down, but did not take care to adjust this position, as he was already half asleep. Eventually performing a sort of front-flip and landing on his stomach, Sami made himself comfortable in the leaves and started snoring.

Yes, Sami is a Gabbit.

Next two chapters:

Chapter Two

It turns out that the metal was actually dumped from a nearby plant, which had a garbage chute exit into the river. Sami thought about coming back home. No, he told himself firmly. The Woulks have made it their nesting place. It would prove difficult, Sami reasoned, nearly impossible to win it back. And yet, he had to try.
The wood that he was standing on the edge of looked very unfriendly. Where the trees parted, there was blackness.. Even the sky above it seemed darker.
Still unsure of himself, Sami sat down on a rotting log. He found that the less he moved the areas containing his wounds, the less they hurt. He hung his head and closed his eyes.. After all, it couldn’t be much worse — this was the point in life where there was no turning back..
Sami decided to risk going in. Heavily hauling himself up off the fallen tree trunk, he stood unstably on his one foot, swaying back and forth.
Since the Gabbit is an amphibian species, their appendages were not made for the ground. Neither were Sami’s. Instead of walking, he had to move by awkward hopping motions. He could use a stick as a support, but he did not wish to overload himself and so bravely hopped toward the wood.

The giant trees cast a shadow over the entire forest, forming a semi-light-absorbing canopy over Sami’s head, much like the jungles of Necrum. The beams of light traveled down from the tree tops with an eerie orange glow. Calls of birds and rustling of leaves could be heard through the dense air, carried in some unearthly echo. An occasional wind gust would send fallen leaves flying up in the air in a frenzied swarm.
Sami hopped timidly, doing his best not to disturb the atmoshere. He could even hear his own labored breathing. He was a strange sight — both his injured arms stuck out stiffly in opposite directions and his spine erect. He looked much like a rather fat scarecrow.
Suddenly, there was a swooping sound from above and a great howl, followed by a noise as an egg being struck with a fork. Instinctively, Sami dropped to the ground and covered his head with what was left of his arms.
The breaking calls continued, but Sami could not yet feel claws being stuck into him and flesh torn out of his ribs. He ventured to look up.
What he saw was a small creature, hardly double his arm’s length. It possessed massive jaws with a heavy overbite, narrowed like a beak. Its forearms were muscular and flexible, and it had no paws. Instead, a single, long claw grew out of its wrist, for the purpose, as Sami could see, of anchoring itself in a nearly vertical position against the tree bark. Its hind legs looked limp and immobile, with three digits on each foot. An elastic membrane joined the fore- and hind- legs together.
While Sami was gaping at the animal, it lost no time. Immediately, it began digging in the bark with its sharp mandibles and pulling in the critters found inside with its long, sticky tongue.
Supposing it was some sort of undocumented species, Sami hurried on.
After a long while, Sami grew tired. The vegetation growing in these parts was, for the main part, unsuitable for Gabbit consumption, but Sami was able to compromise by eating the few known species of insects he found along the way. Shortly, he came to a stopping place, sitting down on the dry grass.
He wiped his nose with the right paw and sneezed. Most of the dried blood had worn off, and now his limbs looked much less repulsive. However, the throbbing pain was still present, and he needed to find a solution soon. His back was feeling much better, although he still only could lay on his side and the wounds broke occasionally.
The sky was beginning to darken. Most of the birds have ceased their singing, but now the night was filled with the sound of crickets and calls of various nocturnal animals. The orange glow has been replaced with a rich purplish one, and the forest floor has burst into light. It appeared that bioluminescence was not unusual in such forests, and this one particularly had it in abundance. Now and then he could hear distant cries of animals, and the rushing of the wind as it passed between the trees. But apart from that, he was quite alone.
Gabbits are social creatures, who do not like to be alone. And so, Sami gave way to sniffling and whimpering into the night, not sure whether he wanted anyone to hear or not. He himself did not notice as he fell asleep.

He was awakened by sounds coming from behind him. Scraping leaves off his face, he sat up. Looking around him, he found that it was still semi-dark and the golden sunlight was just beginning to penetrate the forest canopy.
Sami yawned and shook his head, sure that it was someone singing that awakened him. Perhaps not singing, but the sounds definitely were musical.
As it were, the forest was, at present, devoid of sound. Musical sound, leastways. Just beginning to present itself was the chirping of birds and the now-familiar howls of the unknown inhabitants of the wood, along with the customary wailing of the wind.
On the tree against which Sami was leaning were more claw-wristed animals that he had glimpsed earlier. Fearing that one of them might fall, he crawled away from the tree to sit on a dead log. Sami yawned again and leaned back, accidentally falling off the log.
Now he was completely upside down, but did not take care to adjust this position, as he was already half asleep. Eventually performing a sort of front-flip and landing on his stomach, Sami made himself comfortable in the leaves and started snoring.

OOps. Why did my post duplicate??

Anyway, chapter Three:

Chapter Three

Sami rubbed his eyes and stretched. Remembering the noises that woke him last night, he looked around alertly. Nothing seemed out of place.
The deep orange glow had by now turned rich yellow, from which Sami concluded that it was nearing noon. The wind has also picked up and was swirling the fallen leaves around, along with chips of bark and small stones. Sami yelped. The wounds in his back were still very sore and it was difficult to move around.
Grabbing hold of the log, Sami drew himself up. Slowly and painfully, he made his way around the log and sat down.
He was disturbed by a screeching noise coming from the shrubs. Expecting the worst, he cowered and shut his eyes, but once again, not noticing anything changing he looked up. There was nothing unusual in sight. Supposing it was only an aftereffect of yesterday’s chase, Sami straightened up and resumed drawing in the dirt with his toes.
However, as he himself reasoned, he could not stay here forever. He must find a way to live. He was very hungry, since he had not eaten anything since yesterday except for a few stray insects, which were far from nourishing. Sami rose carefully and started hopping eastward, with hope that he may find a pond or a stream, at the least.
Soon Sami noticed something very strange: the sounds of the wood, the chirping of birds, the cries of animals have vanished. More wary than ever, he started moving very slowly, then stopped completely, looking around, puzzled.
While he stood there, suddenly the noise reappeared. Mystified, he shook his head, not sure if there was a momentary silence, or perhaps the lapse was due to some internal malfunction.
Suddenly he remembered his home. He remembered the crackling of the fireplace where he used to sit on cold winter days. He remembered his favorite chintz armchair, the cover of which looked like a patchwork quilt because it was torn and darned so many times. He used to sit there and read, or spend his nights. Now he pictured his cosy river home, if not shattered to smithereens, as the hive of the Woulks, the breeding grounds of ruthless predators.
Sami sniffled and wiped a tear. Sighing, he sat down onto the dry leaves, staring blankly into the thick air. His head drooped down.
Without noticing, he drifted off into a weary sleep.

Sami woke from the sensation of being carried. Opening his eyes wide, with a pang he realized that he was carried — He could feel a stretcher under him. Whoever — or whatever — was carrying him seemed to be hidden under the stretcher, and it seemed to be tall.. The acrophobic Sami stammered and bolted up. He closed his eyes and clenched his two fingers tightly in his teeth.
After a while his fingers started hurting. Not wanting to lose his last fingers, he took them out of his mouth and gritted his teeth.
He noticed that his escorts were talking in a strange language. Sami pinched himself to make sure that he wasn’t dreaming, and then carefully tried to lean over to look at his kidnappers. While he was leaning over, however, he saw the ground — very far away. Quickly he sat up. Breathing heavily, he leaned close to the stretcher and lay down.
After approximately a minute, the motion stopped. Sami’s eyelids flew open, immediately revealing the hide of the stretcher. Sami flipped over and saw the roof of a cave. By the glow on its top half he concluded that there was a fire going. He shook his head and sat up.
He was definitely in a cave. On the walls there was the most peculiar sort of art, along with mysterious symbols, overgrowing with moss and vines. In the corner Sami saw (and felt) a giant bonfire. In the flickering firelight, he noticed four odd faces staring at him.
Their eyes seemed to emit an orange glow, almost obstructing the pupil. Their eyelids, as he could see, were translucent, and so were the hornlike protrusions, five on each side of the head. Between each horn a thin membrane was stretched, forming a finlike mane around the face. Their skin appeared to be a smooth grayish-green hue, splattered with yellow and white war paint.
One of them approached Sami. Sami shrank back. The creature stopped halfway and asked something of his associate. They argued for a moment, then the first one grabbed a stick and started drawing in the dirt.
He drew an arrow pointing towards Sami. Sami pointed a finger towards himself and raised his eyebrows. The creature nodded vigorously. It held up two webbed fingers, turned them upside down, and flicked them out, one after the other, as to suggest walking. Sami interpreted this as “Where do you come from?”
Mutely he pointed his finger at the ground and wove his hands, and hopelessly said, “Not from here”.
The stranger turned to his associate again. He seemed to lead a short discussion, which appeared to be fervent and fast-paced.
Hanging onto his last bit of hope, he started silently telling his story. He stuck out his fingers and curled them to suggest claws, waved his hands again. Pointing his fingers to the walls, he made a whimpering noise, and moved his leg as to swim. He made a karate chopping motion to his missing arm, and then spread them apart as to say, “I dunno.”
This time the creature turned and called a name.
“Ikha!”
A fifth figure appeared.
The caller said something very fast and motioned for Ikha to come closer. They dove into conversation, which included fervent pointing at Sami and hand gestures.
“ You…problem?” Ikha asked, raising his eyebrows.
“ Woulks overran my home and I need a way to get them out!” Sami blurted.
“ Woulk…A ta pe e kha naya ,” Ikha turned to his partner.
“ A ta pe, wanu lus kah. Y ko lus kah, e neh kah, lus ah kah .”
“ A lus e naya, kah naya ta pe. A ihino e pe ta .”
The other creature shrugged.
Sami supposed it was for the better. Anything was good if it did not end in him roasting over a fire. Perhaps this translator of theirs could understand his trouble. But even if he did, how in the world could they help?
Ikha turned to Sami.
“We know…help you. Rest.”
This Sami did not mind. He has been up from dawn to dusk and was very tired. He sighed contentedly and leaned back on the stretcher. The experiences of the day have worn him out and he was snoring not before long.