Sick fantasies from my skull; best wishes. :D
Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 2:40 pm
If it's okay with the mods here I've decided, due to reaction to my tales, that I ought to share some more of my writing with you guys. Of course I'll leave it up to you all if you even want this thread here, but it won't keep me from writing.
Basically, whenever I should decide to write a short story, you can expect to find at least a piece of it here. I've put this in the 'Randomness' section because I won't be putting any of my Lugaru fiction here - My Lugaru stuff, and especially anything relating to Angreifer, Verteidiger, and the wolves of the isle will still be posted in the thread "An attempt at Lugaru fanfiction," assuming of course that that's okay.
I will also be glad to have people post their own fiction, fan- or otherwise, in this thread. Expect at least a measure of constructive criticism, but I may not always be there to give it.
I'm gonna start with something that I wrote maybe two weeks ago, a week before Angreifer made his debut in the Lugaru section of the forum index.
Here goes:
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Tales of Dismay, in the Land of Trugbild; Metal Squad, Precious Unit 3.
They were getting closer to their mission. Five men were in this unit, chosen from the fiercest and most skilled combatants in the Empire's army. They stood out fairly clearly in rather distinctive uniforms - black cadet-style caps topped their heads, while white-on-black uniform-shirts covered their chests, with black leather gloves capping either hand. Black trousers, each carrying a holster on the right leg and ammunition-straps on the left, were the norm, and steel-capped black boots met the ground. Long, Inverness-style black cloaks flew in the wind dramatically as the group dashed through the ancient ruin, within which lay their target; An ancient soldier whose intentions were still unknown.
Each man had a codename. Gold was group leader, with Silver his second-in-command. Then came Bronze, followed by Copper, with Brass being the lowest-ranking of the group. The metallic accents on their uniforms matched their codenames, to make eachother easier to identify in a heated situation.
Gold, who was rather fittingly blonde-haired, finally stopped the group's movement with a signal of the arm. They all stood over the edge of the ancient, collapsing colliseum, somewhere above what had once been the seats. All around them, stone that had once been of vibrant colors but had worn down to dull bluegreys and blacks. Above, a section of wall collapsed, landing right next to Brass, who didn't flinch in the slightest.
"... Fan out and search." This was Gold's order, and they all seemed to become blurs, a flurry of black shades moving in different directions. Indeed, the speed of Unit Three could have been described as supernatural.
Gold landed right down in the middle of the colliseum's arena, where he began a quick search for even the slightest clue of where their target had gone.
Silver, meanwhile, disappeared into the gutworks of the colliseum, scanning the interior.
Bronze, Copper, and Brass began searching different sectors of the exterior.
All were in constant radio contact. That is, until Bronze, Copper, and Brass stopped responding.
Gold's head lifted once the implications of the silence set in. They were probably already dead. He reached into his cloak, slowly pulling forth a pair of revolvers, black things with red wooden grips, with long, rectangular barrels. However, the silence and the loneliness was soon forgotten. Behind him, the gate between the arena and the colliseum's interior opened. Someone was approaching. He slowly turned back, to see a figure clad in black armor, a helmet securely covering and hiding his head and features... Though the eyes glowed a hellish, acidic green color.
He drew a sword. A long, thin blade it was... And despite that armor, the figure was easily a match for Gold's speed. The two dashed together towards the center of the arena, and Gold raised his revolvers, firing them simultaneously. The blade that that dark figure held spun, knocking the bullets clean away, before he flung forward and slashed at the captain of Unit Three. Luckily, those revolvers were well-built - at the last second he brought them both in the path of the swing, and managed to block that blade.
Gold pulled his second revolver slightly away, pressing it to the armored figure's skull... But just as he pulled the trigger, a dagger slipped in-between his ribs. However, this wasn't the worst. The armor slowly faded away from the figure as that bullet pierced his helmet and skull... Only to reveal it had been Silver.
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Brass was heavily wounded. Beside him lay the corpses of his once-comrades, as he moved towards a sign in an ancient language that rested at the side of the doorway into this arena... He moved towards it, tilting his head as the words on the sign began to shift.
"This be the arena of bloodshed. Whosoever enters shall not leave until blood had been shed. Even brothers will shed one-other's blood in this most holy sanctum of War."
When Brass finally read aloud the last words, he realized what had happened... But it was too late, for his wounds finally caught up to him, and the world went black.
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Again, this was originally written before any of Angreifer's tales. Even so, feel free to take a bat at criticizing it.
Basically, whenever I should decide to write a short story, you can expect to find at least a piece of it here. I've put this in the 'Randomness' section because I won't be putting any of my Lugaru fiction here - My Lugaru stuff, and especially anything relating to Angreifer, Verteidiger, and the wolves of the isle will still be posted in the thread "An attempt at Lugaru fanfiction," assuming of course that that's okay.
I will also be glad to have people post their own fiction, fan- or otherwise, in this thread. Expect at least a measure of constructive criticism, but I may not always be there to give it.
I'm gonna start with something that I wrote maybe two weeks ago, a week before Angreifer made his debut in the Lugaru section of the forum index.
Here goes:
___________________________________
Tales of Dismay, in the Land of Trugbild; Metal Squad, Precious Unit 3.
They were getting closer to their mission. Five men were in this unit, chosen from the fiercest and most skilled combatants in the Empire's army. They stood out fairly clearly in rather distinctive uniforms - black cadet-style caps topped their heads, while white-on-black uniform-shirts covered their chests, with black leather gloves capping either hand. Black trousers, each carrying a holster on the right leg and ammunition-straps on the left, were the norm, and steel-capped black boots met the ground. Long, Inverness-style black cloaks flew in the wind dramatically as the group dashed through the ancient ruin, within which lay their target; An ancient soldier whose intentions were still unknown.
Each man had a codename. Gold was group leader, with Silver his second-in-command. Then came Bronze, followed by Copper, with Brass being the lowest-ranking of the group. The metallic accents on their uniforms matched their codenames, to make eachother easier to identify in a heated situation.
Gold, who was rather fittingly blonde-haired, finally stopped the group's movement with a signal of the arm. They all stood over the edge of the ancient, collapsing colliseum, somewhere above what had once been the seats. All around them, stone that had once been of vibrant colors but had worn down to dull bluegreys and blacks. Above, a section of wall collapsed, landing right next to Brass, who didn't flinch in the slightest.
"... Fan out and search." This was Gold's order, and they all seemed to become blurs, a flurry of black shades moving in different directions. Indeed, the speed of Unit Three could have been described as supernatural.
Gold landed right down in the middle of the colliseum's arena, where he began a quick search for even the slightest clue of where their target had gone.
Silver, meanwhile, disappeared into the gutworks of the colliseum, scanning the interior.
Bronze, Copper, and Brass began searching different sectors of the exterior.
All were in constant radio contact. That is, until Bronze, Copper, and Brass stopped responding.
Gold's head lifted once the implications of the silence set in. They were probably already dead. He reached into his cloak, slowly pulling forth a pair of revolvers, black things with red wooden grips, with long, rectangular barrels. However, the silence and the loneliness was soon forgotten. Behind him, the gate between the arena and the colliseum's interior opened. Someone was approaching. He slowly turned back, to see a figure clad in black armor, a helmet securely covering and hiding his head and features... Though the eyes glowed a hellish, acidic green color.
He drew a sword. A long, thin blade it was... And despite that armor, the figure was easily a match for Gold's speed. The two dashed together towards the center of the arena, and Gold raised his revolvers, firing them simultaneously. The blade that that dark figure held spun, knocking the bullets clean away, before he flung forward and slashed at the captain of Unit Three. Luckily, those revolvers were well-built - at the last second he brought them both in the path of the swing, and managed to block that blade.
Gold pulled his second revolver slightly away, pressing it to the armored figure's skull... But just as he pulled the trigger, a dagger slipped in-between his ribs. However, this wasn't the worst. The armor slowly faded away from the figure as that bullet pierced his helmet and skull... Only to reveal it had been Silver.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Brass was heavily wounded. Beside him lay the corpses of his once-comrades, as he moved towards a sign in an ancient language that rested at the side of the doorway into this arena... He moved towards it, tilting his head as the words on the sign began to shift.
"This be the arena of bloodshed. Whosoever enters shall not leave until blood had been shed. Even brothers will shed one-other's blood in this most holy sanctum of War."
When Brass finally read aloud the last words, he realized what had happened... But it was too late, for his wounds finally caught up to him, and the world went black.
__________________________
Again, this was originally written before any of Angreifer's tales. Even so, feel free to take a bat at criticizing it.