FANFICTION FROM A 12-YEAR-OLD DECKILLER

So the consensus is that I should pick this hobby back up and start writing again, then?

Last year for NaNoWriMo I tried to write a novel called Steam & Magic & Rock & Roll about a dystopian cyberwizardpunk future, where there were three competing powers in the world: Steam, Magic, and Rock. And only one man, Graive Wruin, was extreme enough to wield all three, and he skateboarded around the wasteland being a badass with his mechanically-transforming wizard staff that turned into a guitar.

I only got about one and a half pages in before I quit though, because I'm a quitter. But it was awesome. I should post it here later, because even though I was definitely not in middle school when I wrote it, I might as well have been.

STEAM, MAGIC, AND ROCK 'N ROLL
AN ORIGINAL NOVEL BY LOCKEZ, WHO AT AGE 26 STILL HAS THE CREATIVE MIND OF A TWELVE YEAR OLD
Copyright 2010 LockeZ. Reproduce freely, with credit. If you do not give credit, I will take your future wife hostage, put balogna on the hood of your car, email your entire porn directory to your mother, drink all your beer, and drop your car keys down the sewer.


In the grim, post-apocalyptic world of Discordia, there are three dangerous powers upon which the extreme society is founded. These powers are steam, magic, and rock.
Steam is the force which powers the most extreme technology. With the power of the steam engine, machinists build their diverse and impossible inventions, ranging from clockwork guns and mechanoswords to rocket motorcycles and giant robots.
Magic is an arcane mystery which not even the greatest wizards fully understand; this makes it unpredictable and dangerous beyond the other powers, or so the warlocks would have you believe. The misuse of magic is responsible for the arrival of the demons which tore the world apart; it is also what defeated them.
Rock is an art which captures the heart and soul of extremeness, the very essence of all that is over the top. Those truly skilled in rocking out are able to do much more than merely inspire the multitudes, as the most extreme rock music, when played by the most hardcore and badass rockers, is capable of leveling cities.
Invariably, these three powers collide, causing devastating wars as their champions vie for power. But at times, two of them will unite in unlikely ways, resulting in fantastic and unbelievable hybrids which cause unparalleled fear in the few who live to tell about them. Rarest of all is the combination of steam, magic and rock in one place - and so to find a single individual who is a master of all three is unheard of.
This unheard of master of the three powers is Graive Wruin, and he has no limits.

A lesser man would have formulated an escape plan before planting a 30 kilonether ether-bomb on a moving train full of technopirates and setting the timer for only two minutes. Graive Wruin was not a lesser man; he was an outrageously dangerous man. The only escape plan he needed was to destroy everything in sight until he reached the door, and then destroy the door.
These pirates, thieves of the desert who traveled by locomotive from town to town and stole all forms of valuable technology, were a scourge that few had the audacity to stand up to. Graive Wruin, though, had an excess of audacity; he was a veritable fountain of it. The prototype motor drive they had stolen was worth a small fortune to the company founded by the late inventor who created it, and everything else on the train was about to be blown to smithereens. It would probably be more profitable to loot the train rather than detonate it, but Graive was not just interested in profits. He was interested in kicking ass and causing giant explosions.
Wielding his crystalline, skull-headed wizard's staff in one hand, he sent a bolt of lightning through his assailants, causing them to fly back. Throwing back his cloak, he revealed his other hand, which was made not of flesh and bone but of gears and rods. He clenched his metal fist and fired bullets from his knuckles at a battle cybot approaching him from behind, shredding it. He darted through a door and reached the final cabin. The back of the train, where he would make his perfectly timed exit, was in sight.
Only one technopirate remained blocking the final door. The leader, whose name Graive did not care enough to learn, carried a massive laser scythe which he swung around himself at unnatural speeds, recklessly slicing through the cargo and walls of the train. Graive looked back at the ether-bomb. 37 seconds left. He rushed forward, parrying the pirate's laser weapon with his crystal staff. This pillager was good, but not nearly good enough. You have to take it to the limit, beyond, and back again to even stand a chance against Graive Wruin. And this fool wasn't even close to the limit. Not even a little bit.
Graive kicked the technopirate captain in the chest and used the momentum to do a backflip onto the top of a stack of steel crates. It was time to end this. As he gripped his staff with his metal hand, a transformation took place in the wizardly weapon. Out of pure ether, mist coalesced around the bottom half of the staff, forming a flat triangular surface. Five laser beams shot from the top of the staff to the center of the flat area, forming thin strands along its length. Suddenly, the shape of the transformed weapon was clear: the staff had become an etheric, crystalline, laser-powered electric guitar. As the doomed technopirate reeled back in horror, Graive glared down at him one final time, then played a totally sweet chord that pierced the air for miles. The windows shattered, the door was blown off its hinge, the metal crates collapsed into a heap of junk as he jumped off of them, and the leader of the technopirate crew was impaled through the heart by the sound waves. He was dead before he hit the ground.
The broken steel door was lying on the deck on the outside of the back door. With no time left to locate and fire up his steam-powered hoverboard, which was probably still in the train somewhere, Graive decided to go with a dangerous and totally extreme improvisation. He blasted the bent door with a torrent of frost magic, coating one side of it with ice. Flipping the door over so that the ice was on the bottom, he leaped onto it and slid off the back of the train onto the desert tracks. Riding the frozen door, Graive skidded along the train tracks behind the pirate vessel and performed a nolly 360 kickflip into a fakey faceplant as he watched the train explode in a glorious ball of blue energy.

(this is as far as I got)