So, you've gotten the inspiration to finally put down in paper the idea for that NIMH fanfiction you've been sitting on. Now you want to get it posted on the archive, I'll bet. Before clicking 'send' on your submission, please be sure to read through these guidelines first. It'll save me a lot of time and make me just that much more likely to post your story.
Once you've made sure that your story is allowable under the rules and have followed the guidelines that I've outlined, email your story to robin@thornvalley.com, and I'll have a look.
Because it's not my style. I just don't feel comfortable hosting such material on my own website. If you really want to post something like that, get your own website or you can try to get it posted at Badbird's Fan Fiction Frenzy.
NIMH 2 was a horrible movie. Most NIMH fans, including myself, don't consider it to be a true sequel to The Secret of NIMH. As such, you'll need to do a very convincing job to make me accept a NIMH 2 plot as part of a story. As I said before, it's better if you just accept the fact that NIMH 2 was horrible and move on.
As for crossovers, to me, it seems like people use it as a substitute for genuine creativity. Not to say that it can't be carried off creatively (The Secret of Sherwood Forest and Out of Range are two creative crossovers that come to mind), but it still requires effort to do it; perhaps even more so, since you have to reconcile the differences between two different sets of settings, characters and plots. For anyone who needs a reminder to what happens when crossovers go bad, I refer you to the infamously bad Rangers of NIMH crossovers (link goes to MiSTed versions, as it is the only way to experience these 'classic' pieces of... work). As Robin said, NIMH and Harry Potter are two great tastes that don't go great together, but some people can't seem to realize that. You haven't seen the rejected stories bin. :)
Again, if you don't like the way we run things here, feel free to get a website of your own and post it there.
Include the actual image files with your submission along with some indication of where they should go within the story and that's fine. If you're submitting the story in HTML format, link to the images with an <img> tag (or embed them, if using a WYSIWYG editor). In Word .DOC format, indicate where the images should go with the following text: [Image: filename.jpg]. If I am unable to figure out where the images go, then they may not be included at all.
Yes, but I'd rather you didn't. Revisions can take a lot of time to post, and can potentially confuse readers. Make sure it's ready to be posted before you submit it, and we'll all be much happier.
The stories I have been receiving vary greatly in their content; some are appropriate for all ages, and some contain material that may offend some readers. Rather than rate the entire site (like yerf.com, for instance which has a strict PG rating) I decided to rate the individual stories. I chose to use the movie rating system because it is pretty much universally recognized.
First, the rating I give the story is not to determine how well written it is. Great stories come in all ratings. A PG-13 rating does not necessarily mean it is porn, smut, or something along those lines, just that the subject matter may be a little strong for a child.
The rating system is similar to the MPAA-style movie ratings:
Remember, these aren't totally objective, but I'd rather be safe than sorry! Some people are easily offended, and that is why the ratings exist. If you are one of these people, please don't read the story; I'd rather not get the hate email.
Sure thing! We might even be able to find someone to translate it, too.
No. It is a fan-operated site.
You technically can't, as it is a derivitive of someone else's copyrighted work, using their copyrighted characters, setting, etc. In any case, stories that are original (i.e. not fan-fiction) are automatically under copyright protection, although you can register your original story to gain some additional legal advantages. For fan-fiction, however, it's not only not possible, but likely a bad idea even to try.
Sorry, but as far as stories go, I don't have the time to sit down and type someone else's story. Type it up at your library or on a friend's computer or something. I may make an exception for art, though again, I'd prefer that you go to Kinko's or find a friend with a scanner first.
Usually I don't have the time to take on proofreading or editing jobs. However, more likely than not, if you ask for help on the Forum, you'll find someone that's willing to help out by proofreading or editing.
No. You're more than welcome to submit the story to be hosted here as well, though. There are some stories that were linked offsite before the change in policy that have been 'grandfathered' in, but I am no longer allowing it for new stories.
Patience, grasshopper. The authors and artists whose work appear on this site are regular, ordinary people. They have jobs, go to school, and have other commitments; the time they spend on their fan-fiction or fan-art is often limited by the time they can spare on it. They (and I) appreciate your fandom of their work, and sending them an email telling them this is cool, but please do not pressure them. I will do my best to get the stories I have up as soon as possible to feed your NIMHfan hunger :)
When I have time and when I have material to post. Do not send me emails bugging me about it, or you will awaken the fiery gods of anger within me. Or at least irritate me enough that I might postpone an update just to spite you. :)
There are rules because I'm providing the hosting for the site, therefore I get to decide what gets posted and what doesn't. Instead of leaving my standards a complete mystery, I have given some rules and guidelines that will help you on your way to getting a story posted here, so really, the rules are a service to both you (the writer) and the readers (as I believe the rules help to maintain a more enjoyable site for them as well).
As for censorship, I am not legally or morally required to provide you my resources or an audience for your story. Again, you are more than welcome to set up your own website and host your 'censored' story elsewhere if that bothers you.
This site was created for fan appreciation and entertainment only. The creator of this page, and the authors whose work is held within this site do not benefit financially (or otherwise) from this site or the aforementioned works.
The Secret of N.I.M.H. is © 1982 Mrs. Brisby, Ltd. and Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH is © 1971 Robert C. O'Brien. The information here is being used as per Fair Use laws. Any copyright infringement is purely unintentional.
Thank you.
The War of NIMH Series
A Continuing Saga to 'The Rats of NIMH' Trilogy
Book 1
Thorn Valley's Fear
Draft 1
Chapter 1
"Davis, hurry up, your chief advisor’s at the door, you were supposed to be at the Chamber of Progress 5 minutes ago! ...the house of order doesn’t like a late leader.", squeaked Lois worriedly from behind him. Lois was Davis’ wife, a pretty brown-eyed blondeish female rat, also the first lady of the Thorn Valley United Republic of Intelligent Rodents.
Davis Arthur was fidgeting with his blue presidential collar, (the only clothing he wore on his whole body) in front of a mirror in the luxuriant executive bedroom chamber.
"Don’t like late leaders? Ha! Half of the house of order ever shows up to these hearings at all! They’d better not whine to me for being late, those bickering bunch of--", Davis uttered,
"CHIEF DAVIS, WOULD YOU PLEASE REPORT TO THE LOBBY, YOUR PARTY IS WAITING..." hummed a loud, kazoo-like voice emanating from a vibrating piece of metal in the corner ceiling of the room. Both Davis and his wife Lois jumped.
"...Darn intercoms! Why did they install these confounded humdingers all over the place! These are the grand Executive chambers, for God’s sakes, can’t I enjoy some damn tranquility! Those hacks in the House of Advancement have alot of explaining to do!"
"You heard them, Davis, we’ve got to go!
"Okay, okay! It’s this darn collar, I--"
"Oh, here..." Lois said impatiently, shoving his fidgeting paws out of the way, straightening the lopsided collar out around his neck and fastening the collar’s clasp with her inscisors.
"Okay, now Let’s go!"
"but I havn’t combed my whiskers--"
"--NO TIME!", she said panickingly, wrapping her long, wormlike tail around him and pulling him away from the mirror to follow her.
Lois scampered frantically down the main hallway of their palatial quarters on all fours, but Davis Arthur lagged behind, trying to walk along as fast as he could on two legs.
"COME ON! STOP PLODDING ALONG! YOUR’E NOT A BIPED!!!", yelled Lois, stopping to call back from far ahead of him.
"Lois, please, stop, you’re embarrassing me! You’re not a beast, get back up on two legs!!!"
"Oh, come on, Davis, don’t give me that crap, stop trying to be something you’re not! Why do you insist on mocking humans so much, they’re just naked apes!"
"This isn’t about being like humans, Lois, it’s about having dignity! You are the first lady, Lois, act like it! You have to look poised and presentable in public."
"I’m really more worried about getting to the public at all in the first place, so HURRY UP!!!"
At the end of the hallway, a door opened into the main entrance lobby of the executive quarters, and when they got there, two huge bodyguards, who would have made the legendary guard rat Brutus proud, stood in the room waiting for them. Both bore belts with swort hilts in them, mostly for intimidation, thankfully so far they had never been used. Davis’ chief advisor, Philaeus Gregory, stood dwarfed in front of them. "Hello, Chief Executive and First Lady Aurthur, good day to both of you... Come on, let’s go, we’ve got to hurry.", Peter said, escorting them both out into the grand corridor, the two beefy bodyguards following close behind. A personal buggy was waiting in the corridor for them to quickly transport them to their destination. They all got in and a chauffer rat yanked the ignition lever to an incredibly sophisticated vegetable oil-powered engine that the vehicle ran on. The miniature motor sputterd, revved and jutted forward, instantly filling the hallways with the overpowering smell of a deep fryer. The engine’s revving echoed through the halls, and as soon as the vehicle started a draft began to blow through the hallway from a powerful ventilation fan somewhere in the distance. it too, strangely, was powered by vegetable oil.
"This is madness...", uttered Lois irritably, holding her sensitive ears flat against her head with her paws because of the loud engine noise. Though pretty well quieted from its full engine noise by its rat-engineered muffler, it still filled the enclosed tunnels with a rather loud racket.
"Well, woud you rather walk a quarter of a mile down these corridors?", Davis asked.
"Well, I guess not, but couldn’t we just ‘borrow’ some electric motors to make clean-running electric trams?"
"How could you talk like that, Lois? You know we can’t do that. It’s in our constitution, layed down by the great founding fathers of this Republic, the very ones that suffered under the tortures and agony human curiosity that made us who we are today. We cannot be technological saprobes to humans."
"Why can’t we design our own?"
"We can’t attain or create the powerful magnets required to make such devices ourselves yet."
"Oh yeah, I forgot.", Lois said dissapointingly.
"...And besides that, to store the energy to power the motors for ‘clean-running trams’ as you call them would require batteries, which are extremely inefficient, and require huge amounts of electricity to charge them, which even in the human civilizaton comes mostly from gas or oil power plants that pollute the air in the first place! ...batteries also contain a deadly acid and base cocktail, which is extremely dangerous to handle, and I don’t want rats getting severely injured or killed trying to produce them."
"Are you serious? ...Humans are so nuts!"
"Yeah, I know, they’re just so lost in the complexities of their so-called "civilization" they can no longer see the whole process or cause-and effect of anything anymore. They’re too lazy to care. They want the fastest, simplest solution possible to their own problems, and never realize what countless new problems it might create for others in other places further down the line. ...I sure as hell hope our civilization never become like that.", Davis uttered, looking out the window as their car rode through the endless underground streets.
As they rode down through the more developed parts of the underground city, their vehicle drew alot of attention, recieving annoyed looks and unpleasant, ear-holding reactions to the engine’s racket from every rat they drove past. Hundreds of rats bustled along the sidewalks next to the street, walking alongside rows and rows of entrances to apartments, businesses, storefronts and offices, the fast-growing sprawl of free enterprise and capitalism in Thorn Valley, a civilization that was only 20 years before a tiny stone-age tenant farmer-based autocracy.
...After driving a quarter of a mile down through the endless underground tunnel streets, the buggy finally pulled to a stop at a pair of massive doors leading into the largest single open space in their entire civilization. Other vehicles, buses, multiple-car trams, even subway trains on tracks stopped and delivered flocks of busy rats (most of whom were government workers) rushing to and from this underground parking and boarding station. On both sides of the entrance doors waited more heavily-built body guards, for this caverous room was the Chamber of Progress, the central heart of all Rodentdom. The inside of this cathedral-like enclosure was 35 feet from wall to wall and 15 feet from floor to ceiling, an astronomically vast space to any rat. The ceiling had an intricate arrangement of vaulted windows, which shafts of blinding light shone down through into the room. The windows were specially shaped parabolically to intake as much light as possible, giving very sufficient lighting, and on the outside the entire ceiling was disguised as nothing more than a murky, leaf-choked pond.
Inside this chamber was a colossal, split amphitheater of elevated seating arrangements for the two bodies of Legislature, the House of Order and the House of Advancement. The house of Order consisted of 75 elected members in total; 50 representatives of the populous of the central nation at Thorn Valley, as well as 5 representatives for each of Thorn Valley’s 5 daughter colonies in distant regions: Nicodem, Vineglades, Frisbia, Justinburg, and Timothion. The House of Advancement was an appointed board of 250 scientists, engineers, philosophers and educators that coordinated and frameworked Thorn Valley’s explosive technological and civil advancements, and also equally represented the interests of the whole population for future developments to their civilization.
The huge pine doors into the Chamber of Progress swung open, and the president of Thorn valley, his wife and the chief advisor made a hurried, less-than-grand entrance into the room. The usual cacophany of squeaks, churrs, and squeals of chattering congressional members died down instantly as they entered, and were replaced instead by an ominous white noise of ill-sounding murmers and whispers as over 100 rats lifted their heads to look down unapprovingly upon them, and raised their whiskers in the air, sniffing the air as if disgusted by the strong fried-food smell that lingered on the chief executive and his wife from the private buggy’s exhaust. The murmers and whispers echoing throughout the chamber from members of the House of Order were silenced as the speaker of the House, a greyish-black rat named James Crassus, stood up from a near bench at the bottom seating of the amphitheater to introduce them in his usual cordial way:
"You’re late.", he said casually.
...TO BE CONTINUED...