The year is 2072, after most of mankind has been wiped out by nuclear war. The world's a barren wasteland, where it's a struggle just to survive. These tales follow the exploits of Drake, a lone gunfighter, as he makes his living in the desert wastes.
Yet a further continuation in the crusade of the gunfighter, Drake. He'd met up with Sten Ivories, a mercenary like himself, and asked for assistance. Now they must do battle with soldiers of unknown origin and influence.
This story is somewhat different from what I've written before.... I think it's better, to be honest. I invite you to consider the title as you read it. It has some significance. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story, and that it means something to you.
the sixth chapter, probably one of the worst so far. an inevitable lapse into pure cheesiness can be experienced here... but you have my word, i will make up for it later. may even rewrite this chapter to some extent; i haven't touched it for a while and there's a lot i'm not happy with. anyway, it's divided into two narrations - that of sianrel and that of morgan. and this is where their paths inevitably cross for the first time...
The Truth Bares A High Price...The Lie Is Easier To Live With...
This story is actually a lead up to another I'm working on. It's about Rachel later in life, but for now she's eight/nine. Um, the story moves a little more slowly than most that I would write since the fast ones get people confused. You critical people, this is your chance to shine (just remember that this is only chapters 1-4). Go to it!
Well... Chapter four. Lots of happy things in the chapter. One happy thing is that the writing actually starts to...um, how could I put this... Not suck? There is another happy fight, and another bizarre dream sequence. There is even a happy little poem at the beginning. (oh, wonderful change)
'My only real fault was a desire for adventure. ...I'm sorry to say that wish came true...' Her family was murdered. She was chased from her home. As a new soldier in the military she was abused and dispised by the superiors she planned to betray. She forced herself to endure four years under The Council's ranks in hopes of destroying thier tyrannical rule for good. ...She failed. In trying she destroyed any chance of creating a future for herself she had had. But out of the ashes, she became something more... A guardian of the Oracle and a Knight of the Light, by some whim of fate Sarah Summers has suddenly been charged with protecting billions of worlds from a monster and saving what little hope is still left. Her first assignment: stop a century-old war before Chaos can completely erupt. ...Yeah, piece of cake.
Something inspired by listening to Jared Hudson's 'Metal Gear May Cry'. For those who haven't heard it, it's a classical piece, very dark, very dismal in the beggining, but eventually rising to a glorious and uplifting finish. Imagine me listening to that over and over as I write this, and you can almost get an idea of where it's coming from. I was also listening to 'Final Summoning' by the same man...Another very good piece of music, which I tried to draw on for a feeling of desperation, finding the hidden strength to survive. Enjoy it...I certainly enjoyed writing it. Sidenote: Anyone think it would be worth my while or someone else's to flesh out Thomas a bit, maybe carry his story a bit farther? I think it's an interesting concept...I'm just not sure where it would take me. Also...Any artists, I would LOVE to have illustrations for this...Maybe you do an illustration and I can write some kind of story take-off on a piece of art you've done? Consider it! Update 5/15: Wow! Mod's choice! I'm glad I gotitfor this story, especially considering how much I like it myself.
The Queen has held a mysterious meeting, what will become of the kingdom?
The prolouge of a new story called 'False Heir', about a girl named Scira and the past she never knew she had. (Thanks to Babie Anna for pointing that I spelled 'prologue' wrong!)
Free form poem, another random inspiration. And the breaks in the lines; I can't really explain those. I'm sure the formatting is horrible, but somehow, it seems to fit. This shows your typical mage battle...from the point of view of the expendable foot soldier. December 2002 1/2 pg
With Bacht and the Saints of Battle destroyed, the Herald takes command of the Sacred Campaign and leads it deep into the heart of the Ahnnish Empire, burning as he goes.
I wrote this in my LiveJournal in the middle of the night several months ago. I don't really know where it came from, but I've become rather fond of it. It's more like a vignette than a story, but whatever. I prefer vignettes I guess, because they're more in the moment and they don't move from that moment. Anyway, the quote at the beginning is what inspired it... the guy was going to be a samurai specifically in the beginning, but as I realized I didn't really know much about samurais, I decided to stay vague to avoid insulting the samurai tradition with my ignorance.
this is a letter to home from a soldier to his mother.
This chapter is about what happens with the soldiers and Shae. You will notice that, compared to her previous behavior, she has slightly changed already.
'Night March' was a story originally published by Tim O'brien in the late Seventies. The tale of a young soldier, marching through his first night in Vietnam, was a haunting one: the tone, message and method of the piece captured my imagination, and my thoughts, for several days. While pondering the horrors of war, I came to realize how little of that terror I had seen expressed in speculative fiction. The most drama that one normally sees in epic fantasy novels - even in the Lord of the Rings - is loss (that of a loved one, or a home). The personal wraiths that haunt soldiers had been addressed almost not at all. So... I decided to do it. I rewrote Mr. O'brien's story, maintaining a very similar plot, but adapting the language to my own style, and altering the events to fit in a High Fantasy setting. While the ending seems slightly flat, I stayed true to the original, and I love the hollowness with which it leaves me. This is one story that it would be really nice to have illustrated. Anyone out there inspired enough to help?