[quote]The one that got away.
John raced through the door after him. He had seen it all; he knew their names, their faces. It put everything at risk, it risked their families. He knew what they did to the families of the people who stood up, they were made example of. Shot in front of a crowd thousands as Adelaide Oval. Images raced through Johns mind; his mother, his brother, lining up to be executed. He couldn't let this happen.
John thought back to the day it all began, the invasion. They had been expecting it; Australia would be the next to fall. We had seen it countless times on TV; Taiwan, Malaysia, Singapore, Borneo, Papua New Guine, and now, Australia. The Second World War retold, and with new and more devastating weapons. They sat around the back of Michael's Ute, planning and scheming. They laid down the ground rules for their insurrection. First and foremost, never risk the lives of our countrymen, friends, and families. Families, the word reverberated in Johns head as he ran through the scrub.
Suddenly John knew in what direction the lone and desperate General was running, the checkpoint. The checkpoint manned by a section of foreigners, invaders, and soldiers. The checkpoint that had the firepower to stop John's pursuit in its tracks, dooming his family to torture and death. John had to cut him off. He went for the rifle that should be on his back, realising he had dropped it in the farmstead, left it next to the pools of blood that had escaped from their owners, vile Generals who plotted genocide and tyranny. A plan formed in Johns mind as he drew his handgun.
The General flushed the toilet as he pulled up the pants on his dress uniform; he noticed a stain on his shirt as he did this, a stain from the 31 year old English Whisky he had been drinking. He needed to be more careful in front of the ambassador, as not to dishonour himself or his fellow officers, but it really did not matter tonight, as they were all very drunk on fine English whiskey. Smiling to himself at the thought of more fine drinks he turned the handle on the toilet door.
The crack of a carbine assault rifle is very distinct; it is much louder than a full length rifle as the barrel is much shorter, it is also a less sharp a sound. The sound of it immediately made the General sweat, his hand slipping off the doorknob. More cracks, less than a dozen soon followed. Finally finished with the dull sound of a handgun, and the popping you hear when someone's brain and skull sprays everywhere. Pale, clammy and shaking, the General reached for his weapon, but only to find he had left it in his holster on the coffee table, amongst the empty bottles of fine English whiskey and blood of his comrades. All will left the General as he slumped to the floor; pale and faint.
Michael pulled the charging handle on his carbine to the rear of the weapon, and then slowly rode it forward, as not to make a sound, loading a round into the chamber. John made the signal and they stacked up at the window and back door of the house. Angela peeked through the window, giving the others the sign to confirm that the targets where in the building. The 60 seconds had started as Michael placed the homemade breaching charge at the base of the window, and lit the fuse. The next few seconds where waited out with great anticipation, the figure of a 17 year old girl, Angela, moved slightly behind him, the fuse burned down.
Michael moved instinctly as the charge blew, switching the safety off and raising the carbine to his shoulder. Five targets jumped up from the sofa in a drunken haze, four in military dress, and the other in a suit. Michael squeezed the trigger, letting off a three round burst towards the head of the suit, two missed his head to the side and the third entered his neck, severing his jugular in a spray of crimson. Moving to the next target, he and John both squeezed of a burst at the General. One, two, three rounds in the chest, as John hit him in the head. Michael looked around and saw the bodies of the other generals sprawled on the couch and floor. A raspy wet groan came from the suit as he attempted to stem the flow of life from his neck. Dropping his rifle, John pulled out his handgun and gave the suit the coup de grace.
The General was panicking, he could hear the assailants talking, laughing, at what they had done. He could hear them talk in their unusual tongue; he could hear their names, joking about the horrors they had just committed. He had to bring justice to his comrades, but now was not the time; to try now would be certain death.
John looked down at the mess they had made, fragments on flesh and bone littered the floor, amongst fragments of glass, splintered wood and bullet casings. He felt no regret, no pity, no remorse, they had ordered the deaths of many and now it had come for them. He smiled and laughed, looking at the others he felt good. Angela made a note of surprise; amongst the devastation was one bottle of fine English whiskey, untouched. She picked it up and pocketed it, a treat for their triumphant return to camp in the early hours of tomorrow morning. The note of surprise disappeared as she raised her weapon, a click out from the corner of the room as a great flash erupted. Bullets spraying everywhere, under the cover of a camera flash, a man in service dress ran from the room and out the door.
John was close to the checkpoint, the General was close, too close to it. It was now or never, John raised the handgun and lined up the sight posts with the target. Squeezing the trigger he let off a shot, it went too high. Again he squeezed, again he missed, with each consecutive shot he began to shake and miss, as the target got further away. It was over, he had failed, and he had sentenced his family to death. John broke down and cried[/quote]
I know that their is a few spelling errors in it, just can't find them. Just for your infomation I wrote this in about one hour for a supervised writing peice in English
Let's see what FP comes up with
[quote]Chapter I: Your Place in the World
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It was nightfall.
Sareth crept forth from his velvet cocoon, stepping into the austere silence of the oaken-walled room. It was a beautiful dwelling; tapestries of gold and ebony wrought by the finest silksmiths of the Far East hung from every well-aged and tastefully embroidered pillar, and the quiet fire that sat beside the comely hearth was arresting to the senses; as if it willed you to sit and drink of the copious mead that the residence had well preserved, prepared already in stone tankards of dwarven forgery that stood half-lit by the dancing flames.
He took his gaze from this not unwelcome sight, and from his similarly arresting surroundings, to focus on the environment at hand. It was not quite morning, not quite evening. The "dead of night," the Laedwynn rangers had called it, fondness in their voices. They had often spoke to Sareth of the serenity of that fathomless black sky, the undisturbed rustling of the leaves, the swoop of the nightbird chasing the shadows. He would be like them, or even more, he told himself. It was a glint of steel in his heart that was at once present, and then was not.
However, ambitions were fleeting, as all conscious thoughts are, and he had to proceed.
The boy padded down the long, winding staircase that gave a grand poise to the gargantuan hall that succeeded it, his quick feet soon finding themselves against cool marble. Sareth loved that sensation. From the mildness of the wood to the ice of the textured stone, it gave a profound sense of grounding in him; the dominion of the cold, like the punch of reality, aroused in him the feeling of necessity. He never really got used to it.
A minute's padding soon found him in the maiden's pantry; a corner turned, he stood and halted abruptly in the the silverware treasury.
The silverware [i]treasury[/i]. Sareth scoffed quietly. What was treasurous about spoons and forks? What was so grand about eating utensils? The boy thought about it the way an "esteemed" adult would. It helped little. What was that word that old Garrow was fond of? Was it [i]drivel[/i]? No, no. That was Theresa, the try-hard. He felt a smile work it's way across his boyish face. No, old Garrow liked... [i]trivial[/i]. Yes. [i]Trivial[/i]. Sareth thought it described the aging butler perfectly. The man's usage of the word seemed ironic. Always calling the discussions in the dinner hall so very [i]trivial[/i]. The old cretin likely scarcely understood a word of what went on in there, anyway. The smile became a grin.
But he was still forgetting.
He turned away from the silverware, retracing his steps back down the statued corridor from whence he had come. It was one winding passage following another; a labyrinth of marble whose branches were as immemorable as they were numerous. For all their pristine similarity to one another, each hall was distinctive in that Sareth had marked a small corner of each one with a variation of the Gray Lumini; the family symbol, a denotation of their standing in Vaedriel society. But it was more than a symbol. It did not simply symbolise their nobility; it represented their rule over the peasant-folk and the taxes they obtained. Sareth had wondered about this often on introspective nights. What made it his birth right to earn more than the [i]commoners[/i], as Father so sneeringly called them?
The labyrinth ended in an ornate doorway that lead to a wide chamber deep within the bowels of the mansion. The circular lock at the base of the door revolved on it's axis to open outwards, prompted by the steel-fashioned master key, and Sareth stepped forth into a claustrophobic hold of rough rock, looking to have been left as it was preceding to it's mining. The boy gave the cave-room no more than a cursory glance before stepping inside. The dusty room was silent and near-empty but for an oak table upon which a lantern rested and shelves that stretched across the back that were laden with sheafs of paper.
Sareth drew close to the spartan table. It was not smooth, like the rest of the cave, but the nature of it held a certain curious appeal to his mind, for whatever reason. He opened a drawer, drawing forth the first paper to reach his fingers, and gazed down at it. It was a small letter of a turquoise seal. He turned it over, and his eyes widened. [i]Lord Kainloss Greyharrow[/i], read the bold address at the top of the letter in flowing red ink. A letter addressed to Father was odd in and of itself; but it was that which followed that was as strange as it was disturbing. The subject read, [i]Regarding the Child[/i]. Sareth stared for a moment and began to put it back, but stopped himself mid reach. There was something inexplicably curious about this letter, and he began to understand why. A turquoise seal denoted that it hailed from the High Pretoriate, and the black markings to the bottom right showed just how many miles the message had come. And there were many markings indeed. Sareth licked his lips, looking around. Of course he was alone. No-one but old Garrow ever came here, and even then, only under orders. Besides, the old serving-man was otherwise occupied at this time of day. The boy could not help himself.
The seal pulled apart to admit the letter's opening with a satisfying, wet [i]clip[/i]. He pulled the letter-paper from the envelope and unfolded it, cocking his head to the side as he read.
[i]Lord Kainloss Greyharrow
Gray Mansion
Mount Cáld
Laedwynnshire
Regarding the Boy
Your Lordship,
It has come to the attention of the Supreme Magistrate that you harbor a child within your hall that possesses great martial skill, accompanied by fluency of language and learning. The King, in his benevolent grace, has decreed that the boy not be conscripted to the Preliminary Legion, but relegated to squireship in the Order of the Knights of Malcynae. Therein to be instructed by Sir Gedric of Kelkand. He will continue his education in the Church likewise, progressing toward ascension to Knighthood and post as Commander of the Fourth Legion of Vaedriel.
The boy will be collected by Sir Lorrdus and his entourage three seasons hence to the arrival of this letter.
King's purity,
Magister Pontius Firebrand
Court of the Throne
Valaedriel City[/i]
Sareth could feel his heart pounding in his ears. [i]The Knights of Malcynae?[/i] This had to be a mistake. He was only fifteen summers old, and in no position to train to become any Knight of any Holy Order. What did Father think of this? His sweating fingers hastily refolded the letter and placed it back inside the envelope.
He had failed to notice the date stamp of the letter. It was three seasons hence at the time of it's posting. The entourage came tomorrow.[/quote]
Cliché medieval fantasy of the most cookie cutter kind and not finished, but whatever.
It would seem that we don't have many writers here
I have one short story in progress, typing it up right now.
Nice stories, guys. Here's one I made a while ago.
The Thing in the Forest
I walked up to the coffee shop, my sneakers not mingling well with the old fashioned cobblestone. The air was gloomy, small drops of rain dripping out of the sky. Might rain later, I thought. A car trundled by. I picked up my pace to get by it. The coffee shop’s lights glowed beckoningly amongst the gloom of afternoon. I was in a secluded part of town, that forgot it was in the modern age and lived in it’s own dimension. The bells on the door jingled as I walked in. the place looked homey and comfortable, if a little rough. Its brickwork showed through the walls and the furniture was dark and splintery. There was a corner with a bookshelf and some beanbag chairs, and a row of booths hugging the wall. The guy behind the counter looked up as I walked in. There was only four people in the place, all keeping to themselves. I didn’t have too much cash, only a couple fives and a dollar coin I found earlier. I ordered a bagel with cream cheese.
“We don’t have any more cream cheese, is butter ok?” the man said. He was about twenty three, with a little bit of beard growing back from a shave.
“Sure,” how the hell did they run out of cream cheese? It’s not like this place is super busy. He put the bagel in a toaster beside the coffee maker. I walked over to a booth and sat down. My bagel finished, and I take it. It’s warm, and the butter melts as I spread it. I eat it, and it’s good. I’m on the second half of my bagel when I see the guy start to get suspicious. Guess he was expecting someone else to walk in, like my mom or something. I don’t want to attract attention, so I leave. The bells jingle again as I walk out. Rain is falling faster out of the sky. I pull my hood over my head. It’s thin, and it won’t give me too much protection from the elements. In the middle of the cobblestone intersection I spin in a circle, wondering where to go next. I don’t see anymore cars. To my left past the coffee shop was an overgrown woodsy path, with branches hanging over the street. It looks lonely and forgotten. The rain picks up. I choose the road by the woods, at least the branches will give me mild protection. The road here was on a diagonal tilt towards the forest, as if it has its own gravitational pull. I walk near the branches, huddling in my jacket. The stores to my right give way to an endless warehouse, with old brickwork and faded letters. It’s fully raining now. The raindrops sound loud on the forests canopy, as if I’m in a gazebo. The branches aren’t enough, I’m getting soaked by the rain. I glance back, judging how far I’ve walked, how far away the intersection is. I don’t see anything that way, just endless cobblestone and warehouse. I can’t have walked so far yet, I think. A path branches into the forest. It’s mostly dry, the forest being really thick there. I turn down it. The rain clouds gave an early dusk, the forest visibly darkening. I felt like I was inside a tree, protecting me from rain. It was getting darker faster, I was getting scared. I’m in the middle of the city, so this forest can’t be too big, I reasoned. I ran forward, trying to find the end of the path.
Its so dark, must be night, I think. The forest seemed to be endless. I saw a clearing. My heart soared, and I ran towards it. The forest opened up into a patch of dirt with a gazebo and some benches. It was raining still, so I run into the gazebo. It’s leaky and open, the wind cutting right through it into my skin. I shivered. It rained even harder, I’ve never seen rain this thick. It’s almost like a waterfall from the sky. The city must be flooded, think. I squinted through the rain. Everything was blurry, I could barely even see the forest that was ten feet away. Through the rain, I saw a figure.
It was barely identifiable, but it looked crooked and hunched. It started walking forwards. I shiver, not because of the rain. There was something wrong, something unnatural about the figure. It moved closer. My body shrank away from the door, as if it were more afraid of the figure than I was. It moved right outside the door. I slouched into the far side of the gazebo, dreading the shape. The rain poured even harder. Water streamed through the roof as if it was full of holes. The figure stepped into the gazebo. A small whimper of despair escaped my tight lips. It had rags dripping off of its twisted body, a rough hood strewn over its head. The rain stopped. Silence, me and the thing. It shuffled forwards. I was beyond fear, my brain rejected the possibility of this thing in the gazebo. A husky drawl came from it. It spoke. “You have stolennnn…”, its voice was strained and dry. I couldn’t talk. How could I, my brain didn’t even accept that I had been spoken to. “Return ittt-t-t….”, it hacked. It shuffled closer. I felt lightheaded, woozy. I barely had the capacity to wonder what was happening. “Thieffff….” it was upon me now, reaching. A strangled gasp scrambled out of my lungs. “Returnn…” it beckoned. I fumbled for my pocket, hands closing on the dollar coin. “YESSS!!!!!!” it grew hysteric. I threw the coin at the far side of the gazebo. With unexpected speed, it scrabbled over to it on its knees. I made a break for the door of the gazebo. I vaguely saw it pick up the coin, hissing triumphantly. Its hood flew off, revealing a horrible, broken face, putrid tentacles and gaping maws. It changed, reaching out for me with twisted claws. I leaped out of the gazebo, desperate to escaped what I didn’t comprehend. My body passed the threshold.
Space opened up.
A news broadcast played. A neutral looking reporter was speaking. “The missing boy was found dead in a small patch of forest in the east end, only a few hundred yards from a coffee shop. He was outside a gazebo, appearing to have fallen from hundreds of feet. No one knows the details as of yet, but…”
Life goes on.
I put life goes on at the end of all my stories. it's like my signature. I have another one, but it's 14 pages long, hardly a short story. should I post it anyway?
I also have a long story in the making. I'll post what I have when I get more done.
I'll post my first chapter. It's not a work of art and it is way too descriptive. It also is quite short and unfinished as I still need to add a bit on the end and bulk it out. Its in *heavy* beta so don't be too critical, I've been told it holds some promise, what do you think?
[quote]The rain smashed against the cold dark concrete that made up most of District Seven. It had been raining solidly for almost three days straight now, and it showed no sign of relenting. There was a sullen silence on the streets, only to be broken by some poor souls having to march out and attend to their work placements. Yes, the streets were a quiet place, a fact thought impossible by some at the start of the new century. But many things were "Impossible" back then. Like North Korea becoming the world's new superpower, like America resembling Medieval Britain after years of infighting or even the Queens assassination. A great deal had happened, in such a short amount of time.
One such miserable soul, John, was quietly walking back from his work placement in the military stores office, a boring job that had been made somewhat bearable by the perks. His footsteps echoed across the pre-fabricated slabs that made up the communal walkways of his estate. As he walked, he listened to an ancient MP3-player he had scavenged from the stores, it was a battered, knock-off Sony brand and it had a large crack in the screen coupled with a dodgy battery. Yet even this sorry remnant of better times was an increasingly rare object in a society where thinking was forbidden and electronics were recycled into military grade weapons. John hummed in time with the old music and did not notice the unit of Law-Commissioners stealthily walking behind him until it was almost too late.
The Law-Commissioners were just one of the recycled, supposedly radical ideas the New Government came up with to "protect" its citizens, their rights and what was left of their property. It was an official Government line that they were empowered for citizen safety, but it was common knowledge that they were formed to stamp out resistance, non-conformist thought, historical remnants and anything the Party did not agree with. Their uniform was a Red faux Leather Greatcoat which was bulkily covered in Kevlar armour, with a Grey uniform hidden underneath, liberally sprinkled with Party insignia and topped with an integrated helmet/visor, which slid down alike to a medieval face-guard. The helmet enhanced vision and provided communications, linked to the central computer mainframe. They looked like a modernized SS unit from the old German Third Reich and they certainly liked to act like it, taking a particular interest in anyone who looked out of the norm. Disappearances were common, and the few remaining 'free' newspapers no longer had any real appetite to operate outside of government approval, and were especially wary not to criticise the Law-Commissioners.
The large, overbearing Officer in charge of this particular squad strode confidently forward with as much momentum as a train and roughly tapped John on the shoulder. "Oi, Sonny-Jim, what's that you have there?" He yelled, "I do really hope that's a government-issued radio and not one of those dangerous old-tech pieces". The man was clearly irritated he had to patrol in such harsh weather conditions and was prepared to take it out on unfortunates, especially if it resulted in getting out of the foul weather for a few hours while he 'processed' another detainee. John turned slowly around and showed his official identification holocard, as was required these days. At the same time, he quietly mumbled "Yes sir, it is regulation government issue, sir", being careful to look humble and not to cause any perceived offence by daring to look the Officer in the eyes.
The officer snatched John's holocard off him angrily as he looked at the slight, pathetic figure looking down at the floor, in front of him. He growled and asked softly, "May I see the device you are so happily listening to?". John felt his hand shaking as it did whenever he got nervous, which was quite often in recent times. He slowly reached into his pocket, as if hoping to delay the Law-Commissioners for long enough, he gripped the cool metallic surface of the MP3 player and felt the ominous beginnings of an anxiety-attack begin to wrack his body as he painfully brought out his non-regulation device. Upon seeing the piece of old-tech, the officer's eyes lit up, he would be out of the dammed heavy rain comfortably as he went through the normal procedure in the "Processing Centre". He looked once again at the individual in front of him and he showed a cruel, thin-lipped smirk as he dramatically whispered "You're going to the Processing Centre, my lad". John broke down, and he cried for the first time since his twelfth Birthday.
The Officer pushed harshly him to the soaking floor but before he could start dragging John roughly behind him, a shot rang out across the gloomy night sky. There was a moment of quiet, alike to the lull before a storm, as John looked up and saw the Officer fall to the ground, an impact hole the size of John's fist in his forehead. As one, the remaining troops jumped into whatever possible cover there was in the barren street and tried to return fire toward their unseen assailant. John sat, motionless as the gunshots and cries of pure, animalistic pain reached a crescendo and eventually, but slowly, stopped. All of the Law-Commissioners were on the ground, dying or dead. John looked up and saw a figure advancing through the encroaching darkness toward him...
[/quote]
there once was a man,
he lived in a van,
and dined on nothing but cheeses and ham.
I did it one day,
was repulsed straight away,
i started late april and gave up in may.
although i am quiet,
I say "do not try it!",
for bacon and cheeses is no balanced diet.
mine rhymed motherfuckers
Nothing ryhmed with "ham" or "it".
40k fan fiction here
[quote]The night was ebony black. The sky clouded by the many tall trees. Tau fire caste warriors had set up camp below the canopy. Not much technology, but it served them well. There were many tents that stood, for the fire warriors, a make-shift armoury and a garage for devilfish transports. “Shas’ O Fi’ Rai had slain the chaos marines with a bonding knife gracefully, better yet, he wasn’t even prepared for the combat. No armour had protected him from their powerful fists and fierce guns. But he still managed to kill them single handedly” fire warrior by the name Shas’ ui Ko’ Dun said to his squad. They were sitting on the dirt ground, around a bright fire. “It’s hard to believe such a fire warrior exists” a Shas’ lo doubted. “Did you know Shas’ lo, that he is the commander of this cadre?” Ko’ Dun said. “Oh really” he continued doubt. “I can bring him out here right now and he’ll give you a tough beating” Ko’ Dun taunted. “I get it” the Shas’ lo gave in. They continued to stare at the fire through out the night.
There was some shuffling in the bush, but it didn’t concern any of the fire warriors. Suddenly, one of the tents was smashed by a massive blade and the fire warriors inside was simply crushed to gore. This had alerted Ko’ Dun. He ran up to the centre of the camp as fast as he could. He could feel an ominous presence in the darkness. “Alert! We have an intruder in the camp!” Ko’ Dun yelled in a panic. The fire warriors shuffled out of their tents with haste and towards the make-shift tent. The figure came out of the bushes, fashioned the jet black power armour of the chaplain, armed with a massive crozius reeked in the energies of chaos, that had stretched out six feet long. The figure madly swatted way the fire warriors in his path, breaking their backs swiftly and painlessly. Fi’ Rai had got out of his tent in alert of the enigmatic soldier, already armed with a nifty pulse carbine. “Fire warriors, it’s only a single marine, this should be no problem!” Fi’ Rai ordered in such a charismatic tone. The figure then turned towards Fi’ Rai. The ceramite skull gave a dark glare that given chills down Fi’ Rai’s back bone. Fi’ Rai hesitated to fire his carbine, most shots missed. Suddenly, a missile came flying at the figure and blasted him away. The figure had disappeared on impact. Fi’ Rai turned to see the defender and saw a crisis suit, fashioned in the marks of a Shas’ vre. “Good job Shas’ vre, the ethereals will share their gratitude” Fi’ Rai congratulated.
The Shas’ vre was suddenly hit by the massive bludgeon flying towards him and the suit simply exploded seconds after impact. Fi’ Rai looked back and the figure was still standing. “He’s not down yet!” Fi’ Rai yelled. The figure then started charging furiously through the tents and the fire warriors, breaking the many bones of the fire warriors in the way. Fi’ Rai tried to fire at him. Most shots missed as the figure camouflaged in the darkness. A crisis suit jumped in front of the figure started to cover him in blazes. The figure, without a second, punched through the thick armour of the crisis suit and decapitated the pilot. Flamer continued to spew flames, only now, the figure directed the flames. The camp was set a blazed. The ground and tents were burning violently. The figure then became clear enough. “Arthas” Fi’ Rai identified the figure in shock. Trees started to fall as they were weakened by the flames, the camp started to fall apart in seconds. “Retreat cadre!” Fi’ Rai ordered. “Prolonging your survival xenos?” Fi’ Rai heard a deep voice from behind him. He slowly turned around in fear. He glanced at the looming figure that was Arthas. Arthas had simply held him up by the face, up to his height. “In the end, your cadre will inevitably die” Arthas said. Fi’ Rai then spontaneously exploded right in Arthas’ palm without warning.
Arthas took a few seconds, staring at the flames with awe, before he left the burning grounds silently.[/quote]
I still got plenty more in my documents.
[QUOTE=Ruski v2.0;29269450]I'll post my first chapter. It's not a work of art and it is way too descriptive. It also is quite short and unfinished as I still need to add a bit on the end and bulk it out. Its in *heavy* beta so don't be too critical, I've been told it holds some promise, what do you think?[/QUOTE]
Descriptive mean the reader can picture the scene in detail
[QUOTE=ksenior;29609922]Descriptive mean the reader can picture the scene in detail[/QUOTE]Too much description can leave writing feeling bloated. It's all about showing and not telling in some cases. Ruski's writing was quite nice but he is right in saying it was over described (in my opinion.) Like he has been told before, I think it indeed has a lot of potential though. :buddy:
So this is completely out of context and was originally written for a specific audience. It is part one of a dream I had which I put into words. Now keep in mind a few small details: I wrote this a while back and with little intention of creating a masterpiece, it's riddled with simple errors(so it sucks). Also, it was the 1st part of four so it Is nowhere near as good. And lastly I had another dream which continued this one so I'll post the parts in a succession of days and eventually get to the second which is much much longer.
[quote]The following is an account of an amazing dream that I had. Some of it will offend people but I don't care I'm telling the story how it happened, if you don't like it don't read it.
So it began not from my point of view but from a few friends of mine (Tanner, Juliana, Joel, Renee, Amanda, Richard, and Krissy). All of them were standing on a vast field looking at a daunting forest ahead; all of them wondering where they were. That's when Sophie (another friend) drove up along a dirt road in a military jeep. She explained to everyone that because I had experienced extreme emotional pain that a lot of people I know and commonly associate with were sucked into my mind. It is a world of infinite space, lore, and just about everything I would want in a world. The details of everything would take too long to explain and some things that I didn't really want appeared to. But back to the story. Sophie explained that everyone was needed at the capital city (which has no name it's just the capital) for a major battle. All of the above said friends were to become admirals and were to be given command of a large sky ship to assist in the oncoming fight. So everyone (still confused) hopped in the jeep and it drove north towards the forest (which expands far to the west north and south).
In the forest they first stopped at a place called the pools of anger (pretty lame metaphor and name but I didn't make it my mind did). There everyone saw a manifestation of my anger blowing off stem by beating the shit out of an unknown person. If I knew who it was I would say but I don't. It was already disturbing enough to see myself like that but there was nothing I could do. Sophie continued driving for a bit before you were stopped again. This time Michelle jumped out of the trees on to the front of the car causing you guys to slam on the breaks. (This next part is where Michelle tells you guys all the stuff I said about you to her and Sophie. Yeah it's embarrassing but I don't really care its part of the dream so I'm going to tell it to you.) First she looked at Tanner and said how I thought he is a great friend and I really enjoy hanging out with him but he needs to relax with the whole girls thing (in truth I did once think this but that has since changed so don't worry). Next was Krissy; she said that I said you were very beautiful and very fun to talk to. Although I had only really met you this year, you've helped me a lot and I really appreciate that (this was probably the most embarrassing because I actually said that to Michelle once). Then was Richard; Michelle talked about the time I said Richard was like a brother and even though the Jessica jokes got old in 8th grade I still consider him like a brother.(don't worry Richard I don't really mind the Jessica jokes I was a little annoyed when I said that to Michelle). Then Michelle talked about Juliana; she said that my ability to talk to Juliana like a sister was the greatest gift anyone outside my family has given me. (This actually rivals the Krissy stuff on the embarrassment factor). Next was Renee (this one might be a bit controversial but like I said if you don't like the truth then don't read it.) Michelle said that Renee’s support in dealing with my fears about Amanda was invaluable and I am eternally grateful. Then was Amanda; Michelle said that I wanted to thank Amanda for helping me through yet another chapter in my life involving girls, her consideration and patience really helped me get through those troubling times.(well she said something else but there's things even I won’t say). Last but not least was Joel: she said only two words "thank you". And he just nodded; I was actually hoping you could explain this one Joel because I have no clued what to make of it. Sophie explained that Michelle didn't mean to insult anyone, she is just like that; which she is (don't tell her your secrets...XD). With that out of the way your guys reached a clearing with a large lake and a dock spanning the south side.
You entered a small boat which began to cross the water. About halfway across Tommy flies up in a one-manned airship with a shit ton of guns mounted on the sides. He explained how I gave him command of a small airship strike force to assist with the oncoming battle. He, Ryan, Jason, Liam, and John were all part of the team. AAs they flew off they cleared away the cloud cover revealing the massive capital city. Its size was so great it commanded the entire horizon. Ships of all sizes could be seen taking off from the city. Just before you reached the other side you noticed me and a girl floating in the air on a wooden staff. You yelled out to me but when I noticed you I zoomed off toward the city. (I must have been pissy from whatever put you guys in my mind in the first place. When you reached the other side a large land skiff was waiting to bring you to the hangar area.
On your way an officer explained that when we reached the staging area everyone would be brought to the shuttle area and launched to their respective ships now in the air. (This next part is epic because you get to hear about most of the other people trapped in my mind from the outside. As soon as you walked in you met up with Timmy and Jacky who were part of an espionage team that would infiltrate the flagship and tap the communication lines. They said hi but were rushed off to their shuttle which took off seconds after. Next you saw Ismail and Phoenix who were giving a pep talk to the group of soldiers they would be in command of. They were given a team of elite pilots to man a small group of high speed strike ships meant to act as a knife in the enemy's side. You waved as you passed by but when you saw Dylan in a strange jumpsuit just ahead. Dylan was to pilot the Burning Gundam in a team of high level Gundam pilots. He would be in the air with many of the most famous mobile suits from the various sunrise shows. The group of admirals reached the end of the first hangar and entered the second. They were first greeted by Max and Will who would command ground artillery and anti-air guns directed at thinning the number of enemy ships. Will call back "good luck!" as he was rushed to his staging area. You reached the other side of the hangar and were directed to the shuttle that would take you to your ships.
(This is a list of un-mentioned people who are already in the air
Alesis- Admiral
Maya- Anti Ship Cannon (mounted on Krissy's ship)
Brandon -Admiral
Nick - Squadron commander
(that's all I can remember right now)
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Part two
[quote]This is the second part of the dream I had. If you don't like the fact that you’re on the enemy's side then don't read it. I'm telling it how it happened with no bias.
Just before the admirals entered the shuttle to go up to their ships they were greeted by Mya who would be joining them on the trip. Her massive anti-ship cannon (similar to an anti-tank rifle, but it's the size of Two school buses). Everyone was strapped in and the ship launched dropping each of you off at your individual ships. This is when it switched to my point of view so I was back in my own body technically.
(This next part is a description of the fleet).
Now when I see things in a dream it feels like I'm there and I feel (sick, pain, fear, etc.) so with that said I can tell you that this fleet was massive, and the diversity of ships was unparalleled. There were vehicles from just about every sci fi program I've ever seen. Not only that we had assistance from The SOS brigade in that ships from Day of Sagittarius 3, it was awesome. Kind of like a third graders dream except it felt real.
So I was sitting on the bridge of my ship issuing orders to the fleet. Everyone was to form a "V" with my flagship at the vertex in order to intercept the enemy when they arrived. As all the ships reached their positions and Gigantic portal (similar to the subspace ones from super smash Bros. Brawl) appeared about 3000 Kl. in the distance. Ships began pouring out by the hundreds also diverse in size but they were all of similar build. I they gave individual orders to the various assets I had. To Will and Max, I told them to destroy any ship that advanced pass the main enemy line but not to fire into the main fleet itself. I gave the same order to Mya (Krissy's ship was two over from mine); she was to hit any fast move craft that could possible cause damage to our ships. To Ismail and Phoenix, I said to standby and wait and see what the enemy was planning to do. To Tommy and his team; I said to protect the ships of the SOS brigade because they are much larger and in need of small fast ships to take care of enemy fighter craft.
(This is where I found out who our enemy was exactly, I have no problem with any of these people but that’s the way the cookie crumbles and I'm not changing the story.)
I received a report from Keon that the enemy Commander was William Semaan (like I said I have no problem with you this is just how it happened). His second in command; Dylan Jain, and the person underneath them was Jonathan Smith. Just then one of the soldiers on my bridge yelled to me that energy was collecting around the Main Cannon of on the enemy Flagship and it was aimed directly back at us. I yell at him to evade but the blast was already on its way. So, I quickly hit a button on the side of my chair and jumped out of the hatch that opened as a result. I threw myself at the blast and held it back with a magical barrier(I’m a mage, who knew?XD) That's when I gave the order to Ismail and Phoenix to punch through the enemy line and destroy the main cannon that was still firing into my barrier. As their strike ships zoomed by they made this horrific screeching sound probably because they were going at least mach 7.
The explosion on the enemy flagship caused on slight damage to the front to of the ship (...that's how huge it was...that's what she said...). The strike force quickly withdrew, and when they returned to our side I began advancing my fleet. The ground artillery and Mya's anti-ship cannon were having trouble destroying all of the oncoming ships so I asked all of the admirals (there were many more that just the people I listed above. Most were made by my own mind), to deploy their fighter squadrons for assistance. Four of the enemy capital ships began to advance as well past their main line. So I deployed Dylan and the rest of the Gundam force to deal with the two closest, and sent in my own ships to deal with the other two. They were assisted by a few well placed shots from Juliana and Tanner's ships. With the first four destroyed William sent another one which was much larger than the previous four. Dylan began to engage but I called him back, I had a feeling something was wrong. As it turns out I was right, as the last of my forces pulled out the main cannons on many of the opposing ships fired upon the ship sent ahead. He was firing at his own ship in order to kill only some of my forces. Then the large guns turned on us and began directly firing into our fleet. I ordered everyone to evade up and to the sides as well as to increase power to shielding. The barrage was tearing my small forces apart so I quickly ordered Ismail and Phoenix to split their forces and to strike from the right and left destroying all of the turrets they could on the enemy fleet. I then asked The SOS brigade who were floating just to the left of our fleet to move in closer and increase their rate of fire on the enemy line. In a flash of brilliant light the Surface of each enemy ship light up with the explosions of their main guns, the stream of light converging on the center. As soon as the barrage stopped I commanded the entire fleet to focus their fire on the front rows of ships especially on the sides. This wiped out the first line of opposition and condensed Williams’s fleet into closer quarters. I then put the advance on full speed and gave the order to surround the opposing fleet to prevent escape. By now the ships had stopped coming out of the portal. My goal was to get my ship as close to Williams Flagship as possible, Board it, and Kill him myself. I saw this as the only way to end the fighting. When they realized what we were doing they tried to escape back the way they came but it was too late, our ships had surrounded them. Some were on the outside firing in, while others fought more closely ship to ship on the inside. I must have downed at least six capital ships before I reached William. I again pressed the button on my chair and jumped out. I looked at the surrounding battle, it was exhilarating. The explosions, the wind, the thousands of ships fighting around me, it felt more real than ever. I looked down and there was the monster that was Williams’s ship. I walked forward and jumped, falling straight down. I used my staff to stop my fall and landed safely on the top of the ship. By then the remaining turrets had noticed me and I was charging across the ship dodging their fire.
My mind works like a movie so it decided to start the background music about now this was the song. [url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sib2L6A6xgw[/url] (it was a strange choice but it really sounded epic as I rushed the bridge. Even at the speed I was going it took about four minutes to get there, and the whole time I was under fire.)
All this time, William was desperate to knock me off so he sent wave after wave of fighters to shoot me down. I had to call in Liam and Ryan to get them off my back. By this time Jacky and Timmy had tapped the comm. lines and I could tell that the enemy was freaking out. They had lost all organization and it was just a matter of mopping up the rest as soon as William was dealt with.
I smashed through the bridge window to see that William had already run. I easily put down the two guards and proceeded to follow. I chased him up the observation tower which shot up out of the body of the ship. We were standing on a small platform on the top of the ship at least 4000 Kl up. I walked forward and just as I was about to shoot a magical arrow through William the ship below us collapsed from the stress of all the damage it had sustained. We both fell and that's when I lost control. My entire body was covered with glowing white lines and I had no control over my actions I chased him downwards falling through the atmosphere.
This song then began to play [url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hK4WfX2DAx4[/url] (This is from a final fantasy game that I recently beat. it was a lot of fun and the story was great).
In the last few seconds of the song I reached him, Let out a horrific yell and Sliced his head clean off. The music then switched again. To [url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RE0rxbpfH_E[/url] (the opening to a show called Ergo Proxy, it's violent but really good.)
I was falling. By now I had control of myself but my power was all but spent, all I could do was fall. After another 5 minutes of falling I heard a scream over the communications in my headset. Someone had screamed my name and just as I was about to hit the ground A small fighter caught me. Inside was a girl who goes by the name of Belle. I have no Idea where she's from or what relation I had with her but my mind made her up so there she was. I smiled at her, and then fainted.
I learned this after the battle but you guys destroyed the rest of the ships and returned to the capital for a celebration. I woke and hour later and joined everyone
But that will be in part three, which I'll write later.
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Part three Dream one
[quote]This is part three of the amazing dream that I had. It may insult some people but I don't care. If you don't like it then don't read it.
When I woke up I was in a huge room on a massive bed. I got up and walked outside to the balcony. For that height (which was really High) I could see for miles and Miles, the city was lit up in a brilliant display of lights and Fireworks. Belle was standing next to the railing looking out over the side. I walked up to her and she smiled.
(This is a rant you must all read because I know some of you are thinking it and one of you fuckers is going to say it.) I know that Belle seems like another "fake girlfriend" but she is not Jill. This was a dream that I had no control over so getting pissy about how my mind gave me a beautiful girl to be with is immature and un-called for. I'm actually a little embarrassed about it anyway. If anyone makes a negative comment I'll retaliate in an irrational and stupid manor with no remorse as to what I say. That is all.
(So back to the dream)
We talked for a little bit (don't remember about what) and then Belle told me about the ball downstairs. So we walked over to the teleport pad (Kick ass replacement for doors) and were transported to another massive room filled with doors and clothing (most of it was for Belle, I'm not into the whole thousands of outfits thing). We changed into Formal attire (me in a spiffy suit and Belle in an extravagant, gorgeous dress that was a deep red), and proceeded to another teleport pad downstairs. We entered the Ballroom (which was the size of a football field with chandeliers every five meters on the ceiling). I was first greeted by Krissy and Juliana who looked Beautiful in their matching Blue dresses (I'm embarrassed to say but you guys meaning everyone really looked good). We walked to our positions on the dance floor. If memory serve I dance with Juliana (who was a bit uncoordinated...XD), Sophie, Krissy, Amanda, Alesis, Michelle (also Uncoordinated), Noelle, Mya, and Belle of course. I know everyone danced with each other at some point but I'm too lazy to strain my brain and remember the specific partner conversations.
(The following is a list of songs that I can remember, you don't have to listen to all of them because that might take a while but just in case you were curious this is an incomplete list of music.)
[url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KBCJtzG7ArM[/url] the dance for this one is like a more complicated version of the tango. I danced with Belle for sure on this one.
[url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=njOPwg4sUCo&feature=related[/url] this one is kind of like Irish step dancing. It was really lively and fun.
[url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G3PAG7VTFek&feature=related[/url] I think I dance with Krissy on this one. It’s much more proper. I Also remember that Amanda was paired off with this guy that made her face turn bright red...XD
[url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tq1rZXzjP-I[/url] I didn't dance on this one I played a duet with tanner (which is funny because a few weeks ago I told tanner I needed a partner for this song.) Richard Commanded the dance floor on this one, I remember some people moved out of the center while he showed off his move with...I think...Renee.
About halfway through the dancing Noelle (who was and elf...ironic because she loves elves) entered. I walked up and asked her if she would sing a lament to those lost in the fight. So she sang [url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2HoyAZqXPCQ[/url] (a song from a great movie that I watched back in 6th grade.)
Soon after the dancing resumed withhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W0H8YHAuaNg (a great kingdom hearts song. I remember this one because Joel was on the piano with Dylan on violin (wait Dylan can you even play the violin?!) I think this was the One I was partnered with Mya, but I'm not sure.
[url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=94NhKZEo9Lk[/url] Another Kingdom hearts song (one of my favorites) for this one Michelle was on vocals and the whole dance floor began to glow with a bright white light.
[url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wfx8yOtwODw[/url] I remember this last one because I played the Bass part. It's in Japanese so most of you won’t like it but I've always liked the Bass in this song so I guess my mind let me play it. Richard also joined me on drums.
All in all the whole night was a blast I enjoyed spending time with everyone and even thought this wasn’t all of the music these were just the songs that stuck with me. After the party everyone went to their individual rooms across the Palace(I say Palace because I don't really know how to describe the place it was like everything I one, as expected of my mind but I still can't think of a word to describe it).
I know that this one was short but I'm really tired right now so I'll try and wrap it up in the next part, there isn't much else that happens before we all return to the real world a.k.a. I wake up. So look forward to the next and hopefully final part.
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