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 Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 8:31 pm
Let's see what you've written so far I'm interested in seeing what you've writen. It's as simple as that. Share it and I'll be happy to tell you what I think of it. As for another matter, I'm sure we could dish out some cash for some good stories.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 8:36 pm
Temporary Title "Darkness" Darkness huddled around me, the pitter and patter of rain on the roof gave the day a time to mourn. I huddled there, within the darkness of the room, legs brought up to my chest and arms clasp around them. One by one I let my mental barriers fall prey to this pain, to this darkness. I moved my hands to the wound in my right lung, blood was seeping where the dagger had been driven through. It lay beside me, blade and hilt all covered by a pool of blood. I shivered as the last barrier broke to its influence, my body trembled and my breathing came in gasps. Love, love, this is simply too much…This lose. Slowly the cold worked its way through my body, my mind dying from the burden placed upon it. Then my consciousness gave out, an ever lasting abyss, a frozen hell, this, this was my reward. Now then, I'll add more of this later, but let's see what you can do now.
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2008 3:59 pm
___» iAly. RESPECT. HUR. AUTHORITAAAHH.You and your sad stories Inyu.
I like it a lot.
I would share stories, but I don`t have any right now that I like.
xD
Oh, I still have that vampire story to read.
I wonder if I still have it.
You should post it here so I don`t have to look through my email stuff to find it.
xD
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2008 9:14 pm
A full 30 pages of Stained Past it is then, though, take note it is not complete. I shall start it off slow. Stained Past The begining To the memory of her I ran as fast as I could through he woods hoping no one was chasing me. The sound of bombs exploding behind me kept me running. The burning city lit the night and the hateful vampires filled the night with the screams of humans. “Another human city destroyed because of us,” I thought. That’s right I am a vampire. I am a messenger of the empire and one sworn to stop the war between vampires and the Vadicant. I stopped at a creek my clothes torn and dirty, my body layered with sweat, my brown hair filthy, and my red eyes still glistening. I sat down with my back to a tree and closed my eyes. I was surprised when a wet tong licked my face. “Alone also eh boy?” I said to the slim dog as I petted him and watched him plop down on my legs. “Well guess I’m stuck here,” I replied to his action and slowly drifted off. I dreamt of the same night as always. I stood among many dead bodies. The ground was stained with their blood. My brother stood opposing me. His image was forever carved into my mind that night. His hands were stained with blood, his eyes mirrored insanity, and the look of bloodlust from him scared me. “Brother what have you done?” I asked my voice shaking and my hands shaking with the weight of the gun I pointed at him. “They don’t deserve to live so I liberated them from their suffering,” he responded. “They were innocent people, they deserved to live!” I exclaimed. “They are our prey, we shall kill them according to how we wish,” he responded calmly. “Now if you don’t mind I shall liberate you from this suffering,” he declared and then charged whipping out a gun. A shot rang out and blood splattered on the ground. I had killed my brother. (Forgive some things while I learn how to post these.)
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2008 9:45 pm
This portion of the story has not been edited and is in need of it, I shall commence work on editting all stories in a long time.......Yes that doesn't quite fit, but it fits my editting habits.
Darkness
I found myself upon a white ground, grey clouds expanding as far as I could see, the peaks of a mountain expanded towards it. Then there was nothing, a darkness, an abyss extending forever into which there seemed no hope of anything. After red and a hole in my stomach the size of my fist. I watched, shivering as red eyes appeared, then a mouth.
A sound escaped from the darkness and something brushed against me, turning I saw I was now hanging, dangling above the mouth of nothing short of a demon, blood dripped from my clothing. I kicked and screamed as it bit off my legs one by one. Blood seeped from the wounds gushing into the mouth, then it was over.
Claws gripped around me. Come, serve me, a voice said in my head it was calm and reassuring, but at the same not that of a regular human at the least. They began to burn around me, these claws, and the eyes returned, bloodlust visible. Piercing silver extended from its chest, sending blood into my face. My heart stopped, the silver disappeared and in its place was a mouth extending towards my head, almost on top of it. Then, I was inside sliding down farther into the body. Fire raged around me, it pierced through my skin and ignited my blood. I could hear it, my heart now, barely beating, heat rising in response now, flames licking at my skin, fusing with my flesh.
The fire disintegrated, and a view of the other world appeared, blue fire replaced the other eating away at the opening and tearing apart the flesh, eventually to nothing.
A band of five clad in black armor stood around me, each holding a claymore. Each staring, waiting, weighing something.
“Let’s take him,” one to my left said.
“He doesn’t seem to be worth the trouble,” the one in front of me responded.
“We’ll at least make a profit off of this one, it’s not like the others,” one to my right said. I felt the end of a blade press against my neck.
“I say let’s have some fun with him,” the guy said from behind me.
“Agreed,” they said in unison. Each now brandishing their swords and drawing some crude looking tools. The one from behind me knocked my feet out from under me and stabbed his new tool through my stomach.
“This tool boy will teach you not to run away,” he said looking down at me. The others began to walk closer.
“Enough of this!” a woman called out from behind them. “Take him to the village, put him to use.” With that I was heaved up, an excruciating pain emanating from the side I was stabbed in.
“You’re lucky boy,” one whispered in my ear before taking me down the mountain.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 6:32 pm
Do you like Anne Rice Inyu ?
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tasukemamoru Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 6:35 pm
The Uprising A T.V. turned on and the image of a reporter came into view, he was standing in front of an apartment building, the noises of the city absent from what he was saying. This part of the city seemed lifeless, as if morning or afraid to come out. “Just last night the body of a woman was found dead in her apartment,” he began. “Her body wrinkled and aged, this 40 year old woman had become in appearance 50 overnight. Not a drop of blood to be found anywhere, no signs of violence, at first sight you’d think this woman went peacefully, but how would a woman turn 50 overnight? The answer, she was drained of blood and lost flesh, not a drop of blood to be found in the apartment. Along with that her 10 year old daughter was nowhere to be found. Currently this case seems to be the most grim of the ever daunting cases that oppose our nation today.” The T.V. switched off and a person starts lecturing his employee. “What do you think you were doing leaking information like that to the media?!” the employer yells at him. “It’s bad enough that we have to handle all these new murders coming in!” “The public should be warned here shouldn’t they?!” the employee shouted back. “That’s no reason to cause a panic among them!” the employer responded. “If information like this keeps getting out we’ll all be reassigned and another person designated to these cases! I don’t take it you want to lose a portion of the raise we’ve been promised if we can bring in the culprits for them?” “No, but,” the employee muttered. “Well then ignore the media’s demands! You’re only making it worse on us by causing a panic in the public and disclosing information to sources we don’t want to know,” the other responded. “But if this is related to the string of murders popping up the public should be aware and prepared to defend themselves against it in some method,” the employee responded sounding weak. “The public’s best defense is to be unaware of the crimes happening about them so they don’t affect our judgment,” he responded. “Well in any case let’s go down to the lab and see what new information they’ve uncovered about the body if anything.”
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 6:36 pm
tasukemamoru Do you like Anne Rice Inyu ? Never heard of it.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 7:16 pm
falling
aimlessly
into
light
under
repeating
eternaty
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 8:21 pm
You might like her writing. She writes vampire books if you're into that.
“Evil is just a point of view” - Anne rice.
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tasukemamoru Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 8:37 pm
tasukemamoru You might like her writing. She writes vampire books if you're into that. “Evil is just a point of view” - Anne rice. very nice...seems I would like her. As for evil being just a point of view, it can be so much more.
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 6:12 pm
Once upon a time
I said goodbye to life
Once upon a time
I let you die
Once upon a time
I could see
That everything was wrong
with you and me
Life was so cruel
Death is so sweet
You ment everything to me
and see that it could have been
Just remember that sin
(back to first then skip)
I can't recall much more
Death took ahold once more
Pain can't be much worse
(fortisimo, accent) Just give it up
I can't run
Just give it up
It wasn't to be
Life won't do
It's not enough It's not finished...and the last line...I was going to put more...I think I was going to put more, but I can't remember it..Oh well, I'll update it sometime.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 9:57 am
o:
YOU DIDN`T EDIT THE "MEANT".
You retard.
It`s okay though, I forgive you.
I likes it~
It`s likee, all deep.
Fortissimo is spelled wrong too.
//Gives you a dictionary.
c:
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 6:55 pm
Said I'd edit it sometime....That sometime won't be soon so those mistakes will be there a while, most likely even after I edit. Welcome to this world of Darkness.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 6:18 pm
Drip.
Night, stars and the moon blot out the beautiful darkness.
Drip.
Cars pass and tires shreak.
Drip, drip, drip.
"Enough with experimenting with the paint!" one small guy yells.
"Yes, yes, let's get this over with. You called us here for some reason?
An ally, bricks and an odd mist. The sound of chains clinking.
"Yes, I have something in here I wish to show you," two men stand opposite of this one, the small one still sweating vigorously and the tall one not quite phased. "Let us go then." He gesters towards a door down the ally.
Trusses are expossed, art lines the walls, protective coverings on them. They move slowly following the third now decending into an even darker abyss.
"Now why did you call us here?" the tall figure asks.
"Someone of your strength is needed, besides art is only beautiful when portrayed correctly, do you not agree?" The response should be sufficient enough he thought.
"So," the small one began, "What is it we are to do?"
"This," the leader and artist gestures, "is and shall be your moment of glory."
The two walk through the doors in front of them, a statue in the center and then darkness. Liquid warmth poors onto one.
Blood.
A hand grasps his throat.
"You should be greatful mortal," and then there was nothing.
He stood listening on the other side of the door. Art, those cast into the abyss are so. This should suffice, my Master.
He looks up, the broken window, this was where he had died. The painting on the far wall was his last piece. He knew blood coated its surface. Screams ceased, his death shall bring an end to this city.
Just a writer's group assignment, done within ten minutes, or was it 15? In any case it proves that it was just a quick one, thus it lacks. Damn this gaia, I cannot tab here!
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