Breathe

“Breathe.”  The figure on the ground’s eyes flew open. He was in a white space, limitless, as far as he could tell. He sat up and gazed at the child in front of him.

            “Where am I?” He asked the child.

“We can be wherever you want.” She replied in a high, tinged voice.  Grass rippled along the floor until it reached the ends of the earth as far as he could tell. The girl ripped up and handful and tossed them into the air. “So, who am I?” he asked. The girl in front of him giggled, as if finding the question funny.  “You are whoever you want to be!” She said excitedly.  The man thought for a while.  Quinten.  That’s what he would call himself.  “Quinten.” He said aloud.

“Hello Quinten!” She said. She giggled again. “What a curious name!” Quinten looked at her curiously. “So, who are you?”

She giggled again. “Whoever you want me to be!” She said as she flew up into the air. She landed and for the first time a hint of seriousness crept into her voice.

“I have a question though.” She said. “Will you be my friend?”

Quinten looked at her curiously. Did this child think he would hurt her? He stood up, walked over the girl, and hugged her head. “Of course I will.”

i will not kill.

A face rose from the black watery depths as the swirly water bubbled and churned. Thunder cracked overhead and it struck the land not two feet away.

“Beware of lightning.” A robotic and irritatingly loud voice said from somewhere.

“Thank you June, I’m well away of that.” An annoyed voice responded. Or would have responded had not the water he was in filled his mouth as he tried to speak.

“Incomprehensible. Please restate.” The face slid back down into the water. A few moments later a sleek body in a wetsuit slid onto the beach like a snake. A few seconds after that, the water he had been floating in was hit by a loud slash of lightning.

Samuel placed a hand on the wall that surrounded the complex he had been assigned to infiltrate. He drew a knife from his belt and plunged it into the wall. A dulled alarm sounded and Samuel smiled. Perfect. He turned and plunged back into the sea. His H.U.D. showed guards rushing to the scene. His night vision setting had been turned up by 25% because of the blackness of the night, but the thunderstorm had been a surprise. Even so it had set the scene. Samuel turned his attention back to the wall just in time to dive down into the depths, before bullets ripped into the water.

“You think he’s dead?” one guard asked.

“no.” the other replied.  “But do you want to go in and find out?” the other guard took the knife and walked around to the gate. Samuel couldn’t hold his breath much longer. He relaxed and closed his eyes. Floating onto the shore he lay barely breathing as though he had been shot. The remaining guard walked toward him slowly and crouched.

“So we did get you, you bas-AH!” he jerked up as Samuel snapped up and grabbed his face and twisted his neck. Samuel left the dead man on the beach, walking away with regret. Every time he had to kill he had regret. He looked back at the dead man with a sad face. Maybe he had a family. A wife, waiting at home with dinner on the table, set for a man never coming home. A son perhaps. A blind son, with no ability to make money himself. And then his wife leaves his son, and the son must make his way in the world… No. No time to reminisce. He had a job to do.

Samuel moved toward a cliff face that made up one of the walls. How ironic. The elements were being mined by these people, and the elements would defeat them. Samuel raised his wrist grapple gun and fired it at the cliff face. It lodged in a crag and Samuel pulled on it. It held. Samuel placed one foot on the rock wall and began the long climb up the mountain. It was a daunting task and Samuel began to work up the mountain slowly. The rocks were unstable and he slipped once or twice.

“Warning. Slate is a fragile rock capable of easy fractures. Extreme caution is advised.” The robotic voice of the heads up display. Samuel closed his eyes as the alarm rang out. Samuel looked down and immediately figured out the sea was not an option. He left his one hand from the cliff face, and using the cable, he swung to the other side seconds before the spotlight flashed where he just was. He breathed slowly, as though the most minute sound would alert the enemy to his presence.

When the spotlight left him, Samuel released his pent up breath and swung back around. As he pulled on the cable again it sprang loose along with the crag it had attached to. The rock flew down along with the hook, scratching Samuel’s arms and back. When the rocks stopped, Samuel looked back down the cliff face to see the cable and hook smashed and mangled at the bottom of the rock face.

He pulled up with his left arm and gasped as pain shot up his arm. He pulled his arm away from the precipice to see a two inch long gash just below his elbow. The blood flowed back down his arm to his shoulder where it dripped down the long fall to the cliff bottom. He groaned as he saw the remaining distance to the top. Without the cable it would be too hard to get up there.

This was it. He had failed. He was too weak to continue, yet it was too far to go back. He would hold on to the overhang until he became too weak to do that, then he would fall down and be smashed on the grass at the base of the wall… no. That wouldn’t happen. Not if he kept trying. Besides, if he did that the fall wouldn’t kill him so he’d be in agony there unless he was lucky enough to be speared by the hook, or shot if the soldiers heard. He would have to go on.

He reached his hand up to the next rock and he gripped it tightly. He pulled upwards, even through the agony of his pain. He reached up and pulled on the next rock. Soon he had a steady rhythm going. He finally reached the top and lay there gasping for breath. He rose his eyes to see the thunder clouds breaking. A bright ray of yellow sunlight broke the grey blackness. Then another broke through, and another. Samuel lifted himself up to his feet and stumbled toward the edge of the cliff and fell again. He just sat there on his knees staring at the sun.

He turned his head and saw the man he had killed laying on the sand. He glanced between that and the sun and the gash on his arm, and in that moment, he swore he would never kill again.

this is just a little piece i did during writer's group so i'd love to know what you think and would love constructive criticism.

busy

i've been really busy with school and stuff... just letting you know i'm not dead!

story: meet Angela.

Kyle rose form his chair. The night was cool and peaceful. Pepin was already asleep in the next room, but something kept Kyle awake. Kyle couldn’t shake the feeling that something life changing was about to happen. Nevertheless Kyle lay down in the warm bed and soon fell asleep, still unable to shake the fear that gripped his heart.

                The next morning Kyle rose to find that Pepin had gone into town to by some supplies. Kyle walked down the stairs to the bar. The Jukebox was playing softly. He ordered a drink and took a large swig, finally relaxed after his fitful dreams. The uneasiness quickly returned, however, when the music stopped following a loud crash that rang out from behind him. Kyle turned to see a burly man lying among the ruins of the jukebox.  A woman was standing next to a table where Kyle guessed the burly man had been sitting a few moments before. She was tall, with somewhat loose jeans and a black sleeveless midriff. There was a crimson sash around her waist with a curved cutlass strapped to it. The picture was completed by a straw hat with a wide brim that was stuck lazily onto her head.

                “- and there’s also more where that came from if you try it again.”  She was saying. Then she swaggered up to the counter and pulled up a chair next to Kyle. Kyle turned around and took another swig from his mug.

“I’ll have the usual James.” 

Escaping the clones.

Jake bor stood at the edge of the cliff face,struck by indecision. A large group of clone was marching past the Cliff Jake crouched. The troopers had fired on the Jedi, seperating him from his kel dor apprentice. A message had come from the Jedi temple telling all Jedi to return the clones had destroyed jake's fighter and had begun to look for him. It was a horrible situation. Jake leapt toward the roof of the hanger taking down two of the evil troopers. Looking through the glass above the hanger he saw several adiquite ships he could use to get Past the anti-ship guns but he dislitked the large group of troopers. Jake crept back to the edge of the hanger roof where the two guards lay. He woke one and told him to ask for reinforcements. The trooper did so, after which Jake knocked him out. The troopers in the hanger left and Jake jumped into the hanger. He easily evaded the anti-ship guns and headed for the temple.

super america

this is a short story i made based on a thing me and my friend dan did. check back cause it's not done.

Dan bent and removed a gleaming object from the sand. As the sand fell away from it, the item was revealed to be a fragment of an a from a sign. Dan sighed and dropped it and continued to walk. Peter, Dan's "apprentice", followed. a mound of dried dirt rose in the distance with some sparse shrubs on it. As the pair approached the mound peter stuck his hand in a hole.

story

WARNING!
There is swearing in this.












Chapter 1

Under a moonlit sky a lone fishing boat bobbed on the black water. Two silhouettes sat in the boat. One stood rapidly and raising his voice, said “We should kill him now! His continued existence presents a threat to our whole operation.”

“Calm yourself, and you know very well why we can’t.” said the sitting one in a voice almost like honey but for the rough edge on it.

The standing one chuckled. “You believe those old wives tales?” he chucked again.

“So, your brother is still alive then?”

The standing one chuckled a third time, this time nervously. “That was… a freak accident. That wasn’t…”

The sitting one spoke again. “You know it is true. And even if that were not you cannot deny that every agent we have sent to kill that boy has either vanished completely, or turned up dead without a scar.”

“How do we know the he is the one? He hasn’t moved on us, or even shown he knows of our existence.” The standing many said.

“You would know why if you used your brain for once. All the evidence is there and you damn well know it.” The smooth voiced man snapped. “The creature that is protecting the boy forces our belief.” The silhouetted head turned back to the other man after having glanced at the water. “Even if it forces out belief in some ‘old wives tales’.”  

CLANG. CLANG. CLANG. THUD. A loud yell rang out from under the leather awning as the youth there smashed his thumb with the hammer he had been using to pound the metal.Biting back a curse he withdrew the injured digit from the anvil and proceeded to hold it very tightly.

“PEPIN!”  Came from the boy. A youngish girl of around 15 ran from the door of the house and came under the awning and stared at the boy. “Please get the salve. Now.” The boy said through gritted teeth. “Why? What happened?” she responded. He gave an expression that clearly said “Really?” and held out his thumb. Pepin gave a nonsensical sound and ran for the inn across the street. A few moments later a scrawny middle aged man burst through the saloon style doors and roared. “This is the last time I do this for you, you ungrateful little… and why are you are you pounding that hammer so hard ya-“

“Just get over here with the salve will ya!?” the boy interrupted. The innkeeper gave some more choice words as he stormed over. Pepin made sure to keep out of his way. Interrupting him yet again the boy added. “You remember those clasps on the pipes from the latrine? The one right over the main dining area?” The innkeeper’s eyes bulged from their sockets. “You never fixed that! It rained shit on my clients for over a week. I had to pay Louis 20 full pieces of gold to replace the walls the next time someone flushed the toilet! I had to give Louis two whole pints of my best brew to boot! ”

 The innkeeper ranted a good two minutes as the blacksmith smeared the cream on his injury.  “You’ve got to be the worst blacksmith I ever had the unfortunate luck to find, Kyle!” slapping the wound to the Kyle’s great pain he returned to the inn in the same manner he had left muttering under his breath about “useless kid” and “makin’ me leave my customers.”

As he passed her Pepin said sweetly. “Thank you, James.” The innkeeper grunted in acknowledgement and went back into his inn. Pepin sidled up to Kyle and said. “Hey Kyle can we to that one place? You‘ve done enough work for today.” She gave him a sweet irresistible smile. Kyle groaned. “Pepin, you know I have to finish this shovel by tomorrow and then I have to work on those pipe clasps in the inn.” Pepin gave a pouty expression. “But, I suppose we can go to the fair.”

When they got to the fair they found an event that James was participating in. he took a hammer and smacked a button sending a peg flying up into a bell. Kyle began to approach but stopped when he felt a cold metal touch his neck. James had noticed the pair by then and the man behind them. He asked.

“Who is this?” the man who had the metal knife began to turn to flee. James caught up to him and promptly kicked him in a rather unpleasant place.  Then he tried to bring the hammer down on the man’s leg, but missed and hit his thumb. The man lay there groaning.

“That’s courtesy of Kyle’s hammer.” James said in reference to Kyle’s broken thumb. Two guards came over and took the assassin away.

Later that night, Kyle heard a crash from the main room. He rose quietly to his feet and drew the concealed sword from where it was hidden behind his cashbox. He quietly crept into the main room and when he got there he saw a man lying on the ground. The man was deathly pale, and didn’t appear to be breathing. An iron knife was clutched in his fist. Kyle rushed over to the man and, laying his sword on the ground, he knelt by the body. The door burst open and Greg came in with the pitchfork. “What is going on?!”