Inspired by Bifrost's 'Mad Hatters On Parade'. At first, I thought it was too low quality to put here or to add to Bifrost. I should know better. It's not like this is an elitist twit gallery. I should have submitted this to them when I had the chance. Now I just want to have something else up here. I wrote this after weeks of trying to come up with something to give Bifrost. Finally, after pulling an all nighter, I blurted it out before dragging myself to bed. That evening, I posted it on WritersCo, parading 'sleep deprivation' as a helpful writing exercise. Written on May 30, 2006. Note for Mods: My previous upload of this story had a bug regarding my use of no-break spaces. I've since removed those.
Daenar is not what he seems. A man of many talents within his critical medievil world, Daenar fights not only the unseen forces conspiring against him but the hostilities of his own clan, his own society. ~*~This is obviously unfinished and unedited. Please be gentle... lol I just wanted to put it out here for ya'll to see. I have great plans for this one. Thanx to all ya'll!
The Saga of the Antelope and the White Tiger... Do you wonder what our future holds? What it tells? What is in store for us all? How we shall live, how we shall eat, how we shall... survive? The future is a dangerous thing to know, especially right now. Are you sure you wish to know? ....
The Purple Alien World as of yet has no name. I know, it's ridiculous, but until I come up with a name for it, I'll keep referring to it as PAW. Well, here's the history of the PAW; backstory which (I hope) explains Xanthippe's people's reasons for their decision. Like the others, it might be a little inaccurate with the dates, but, who cares?
After saving the mousy Helen from her perverted captors,Justice resolves to help the 'newly sent away,' as they call those sentenced to that prison which her streets have become, acclimate to her new prison surroundings by taking her to Justice's mentor, Suarez. He had taken her in as a child as he did so many others. Surely he would know what to do with this one. But upon reaching the home she finds the walls freshly sprayed with her orphan siblings' blood. A complete massacre. And the young ones herded away save her dimwitted 9 year old brother, Keito who with his ability to contort into small spaces had hidden himself away while the massacre took place. Leaving them asking, 'Why?' and swearing revenge.
Do you wonder what our future holds? What it tells? What is in store for us all? How we shall live, how we shall eat, how we shall... survive? The future is a dangerous thing to know, especially right now. Are you sure you wish to know? ....
Small little poem, not much to say really, loosley based on my sweet little sister
For those interested, here is a brief sketch of the Lauralian social structure and system of education.
In the puritanistic society of late 21st century Earth there remains one bane, one blot upon human existence manifested as an accursed city where street gangs rule and all attempts at order are for nought. A world empire's attempt to remove this last bastion of evil by blotting out the sun, and encasing the city in an opaque capsule backfires as the evil thrives in its new found darkness and the gangs find new ways to torture, oppress and exploit those 'innocents' now unfortunate enough to find themselves captive in the architectural Hell. In this story I'm playing with a different writing style. I naturally write in long, complex sentences. I thought I'd try choppy writing. I envision a dark graphic novel more than a book.
A very strange event which changed the leader of a nation. Well, not really well told... I wrote it to kill some time anyway. I hope it's good enough!