Well…..there is another idea

Do you ever write something, and think to yourself, where on Earth did this idea come from? It seems to be happening frequently to me, as I try to keep my creative juices flowing. Either that or I’m in a state of creative overflow. I guess it could always be worse.


In silence moved to the back of Restir, taking a seat at a small round table. Ignoring the disgusting smell of cigarette smoke, and piss that lingered in the air, as I observed. Enjoying the experimental jazz music that was playing through carefully hidden ceiling speakers. Disregarding the bar’s other customers, focusing my gaze on my target. Watching the strange man sip a black bubbling drink in a short clear glass, at the bar. Two other clear glasses rested upside down on his left side, the black drink still sticking on the sides in small spots. Hiding parts of his face under a wide-brimmed black cowboy hat. The raised red collar of a long black trench coat hid what remained. Knowing with certainty that he was armed with at least two handguns, several short knifes, and the Marsekoh blade I was after. I didn’t know why my client wanted it, but, considering how much he was paying me I didn’t care.

A short, narrow-waisted waitress approached me. Dressed in short eggshell white button-up dress, with a black and red belt around the waist. The dress fell from her shoulders enough to reveal the tufts of her breasts. Narrow blue eyes peered down at me through rose red glasses. With a flirtatious smile, she handed me a menu, before running her hand through her short dyed blue pixie haircut. She smiled before another customer called out for her, forcing her to walk away. If I wasn’t on the job, I would have considered flirting with her. Setting the menu aside, I resumed my observation.

After I saw him down his fourth drink, I got up. Lightly pushing people aside, as I approached the bar. Taking a seat next to my target, lifting my phaser without revealing it. As he watched the bar-bot make his fifth drink I made my escape plan. With a slight turn, I pushed down on the trigger. Releasing three short burst low energy plasma, intending to stun him. His body began to unsteadily shake as he fell to the ground. A surprised look on his face. Reaching down I quickly grabbed the Marseketi blade from the right side of his waist. Sprinting into the kitchen, almost colliding with one of the cooks. Pushing him aside, racing towards the back door. Running through the door, before jumping off the edge of the delivery dock. Feeling the exhilarating rush as the air pushed around my face. Letting the air expand the gliding flaps that were custom sewn into my coat. Slowing my fall some, allowing me to navigate through the resting traffic of flying cars. Being careful to avoid a collision and the seemingly endless array of surveillance cameras that littered the city. Hoping the Obscura tech was working, as I made my way to the bottom of this colossal metropolis.


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Preview of Death’s legion (title pending)

I’m not really sure where this idea came from. Yet, given how death exists (in some way) in every genre of fiction it was something I can build on.  Twisting and shaping it to something both strange and plot building. Without diminishing the power that death could wield in a fantasy environment.



Raising the visor of my battle damaged helmet, I attempted to wipe the blood away from on a battlefield that had fallen mostly silent. Only the caw of crows and the ramblings and moans of those who death has yet to take were the only thing heard. Keeping a tight grip on my sword I began to step away. Prepared to be merciful to the fallen, ally and enemy alike.

Stopping completely when I heard a strange almost inhuman groan from behind me. Turning around I raised my sword. Only to see the fallen general of the Tisthan forces, had begun to raise. Bloodied arrows still through what remained of his eyes.

Trying to hide my fear, I asked “You are dead, I watched you fall. What in god’s name are you,” raising my sword to defend myself if needed. Still struggling to understand what I was seeing.

The general’s corpse chuckled before responding “What or who I am is not your concern mortal,” as his flesh began to change. Becoming rapidly darker as it tightened around his bones. “All you truly need to know,” being cut off as a sword with a body of fire decapitated him.

Sensing I was going to be killed by the blade’s unknown wielder, I struggled to pull a dented, muddied shield from the ground below me. Hoping I would manage to die with honor, as my ancestors have. Raising the shield I readied myself to die. Glancing over my shield I saw the wielder of the strange flaming sword. A tall warrior clad in ebony plate armor. Yet somehow the flame the sword possessed was within its body. The strange blade sheathed at the left side of his waist. Cautiously lowering my shield, I watched this strange warrior. Trying to understand any of what was happening. This shouldn’t be happening, it went against everything the Kuorkizin.

Rapidly reciting a quick prayer softly, I began to step backward. Keeping my gaze focused on the strange warrior, as I attempted to flee. Ignoring the screams of the wounded as I passed over them. This place was no longer a battlefield but, a place of damnation. I may have killed today in defense of my homeland, but I felt no desire to be damned.

Managing to reach the outskirts of this unholy battlefield, I turned myself. Breaking into a run, trying to escape all of this like a coward. Believing it was better to be branded a coward, then to die in a fight against a warrior of unholy origin. There was no honor in that.

Being stopped by a forceful tap of something hard, as I ran around a tree. Grunting, I looked up to see what had hit me. Only to see the same strange warrior from the battle-field. Holding a bloodied iron halberd where my chest would have been if I hadn’t stopped. How he managed to get ahead of me was beyond me.

I shouted “I don’t know what you are, but I beg you to leave me alone. Please,” trying to get up. “My family will not ransom me, there is no reason to follow me,” managing to get to my feet. Looking past this strange warrior, at the area behind him. Remembering an old monastery of the Iquarthi monks was nearby. Hoping they knew a way to stop this thing from following me.

This strange knight barely reacted to me getting on my feet. Moving the halberd out of my way, keeping its gaze on me. Without hesitation, I broke into a run. Ignoring the pain in my chest, and legs. Keeping a slight gaze over my shoulder as I ran. Only to see him standing there still, watching me.

Following the dirt road, I attempted to flee once more. Keeping a close eye on the nearby forest in the process. The monastery was protected by the forest that surrounded it, according to my mother. I never knew what she meant by that.

Starting to alter my direction some, I ran towards the forest. Feeling the dirt give way to stone, before quickly being replaced by dirt once more. Continuing to push my body, as I saw the twisting spires on the horizon. The setting sun casting its light on it from behind.

With relief, I slowed down. Noticing the monks inside had begun placing candles in the spires’ peaks. Creating the illusion of a circular ring around the sun. The monastery appeared to change much since my childhood visit. A wall of trees of various shapes, sizes and types formed a defensive wall around the structure. Two watchtowers rested above the treeline. Watching for pilgrims try to get through the only iron gate into the monastery. A lone torch rested in the middle of the gate. Watching silently for pilgrims arriving at this late hour.

As the sun fell away, I reached the gate. Finding it locked, as I attempted to pull it open. In frustration I pounded on the gate, considering trying to force my way in. Yet, that would only add more blasphemy to my arrival. Assuming they would listen to the strange tale I would tell them, at this late hour.

A monk shouted from somewhere nearby, “Stop that infernal pounding soldier it’s late,” as t torch began to make its way into view from the left side of the door. Revealing a hooded monk in brown robes. Keeping their face hidden, the monk asked “The time of darkness begins, and a weary soldier pounds on the door. What blasphemous actions could you have done that couldn’t have waited until morning?”

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Random Musings #7.4

Previous entries: Random musings #7, Random Musings #7.1Random Musings #7.2Random Musings #7.3


Martin returned almost an hour later with Max’s fire ax, and my baseball bat, interrupting my thoughts.  Someone from his group I didn’t recognize was accompanying him. The person was short and stocky. Wearing a patched up green scrub. Watching us through black glasses, as Martin handed our weapons back to us. Handing something small to Martin before leaving.

Shoving the small device into my hand, Martin said “This was part of the hospital’s intercom system at one time. It will act as a short range radio system if needed. Beth will accompany you on your search. She was a nurse here before the world went to hell. The children will follow me back to the common area, where they will be safe. Please be quick if you can and try not to put yourselves in unnecessary danger. Good luck,” turning around and leaving.

Beth gave Martin a slight glance watching us as Jillian and Jet slowly left the room. Letting Martin take the lead in the process. All of three of us watched them leave. I hoped Beth knew more than Martin since we were in her hands.

I said, “Lead the way, Beth.”

Beth stood there in silence for several minutes before speaking in a hushed tone, “We are going to have to stick together if we want to live. I think the area where the meds are was part of the forced quarantine when the government still had power. There should be a few biohazard suits a few doors down. We will need those suits on before we enter.  I’ve heard whispers of why the government shut down parts of this hospital. If there is any truth to the rumors, this could go wrong quickly. Stay on alert if you can,” walking towards the door. Unholstering a pistol as she walked. “Try to stay in the middle of the corridors. Any locked or barricaded doors will remain that way,” taking her first step out the door.

In silence, we followed her. On a heightened state of alertness if anything either one of them said was true. Watching both the walls and floor for signs of recent movement. It gave me a sense of ease as we moved.

After about ten minutes of walking, we stopped at the end of a corridor with three doors. Two doors placed on both the left and right walls respectively. A set of double doors that led forward, had been sprayed with a large biohazard symbol spread over the doors. Along with the phrase “Keep out,” sprayed above and below the symbol in white. An ominous warning in graffiti.

Beth said “The biohazard suits should be behind the closet door on the left. Let us hope no-one took them in the panic of things.,” walking towards the door. Pistol raised at the door as a precaution. “One of you stand behind me, the other against the wall outside the door. Just be careful,” waiting for us to follow her instruction.

With long silent steps, Max took the wall against the door. Forcing me to take a spot behind Beth. Using her fingers to count to three we waited. Watching as she opened it on the count of three. Seeing a few decayed bodies, wrapped around each other. Both with a single bullet hole in the middle of their skulls. Decaying green smocks hid if they had any other injuries before they were killed. Any signs of who they were didn’t seem to be on them.  Beth sighed some before entering the door. I wondered is she knew who they were. Doubtful I would be much help searching in that cramped space. I waited, leaning back into the wall some. Ten minutes passed before Beth walked out. Carrying three sealed bio-hazard suits, in bright yellow bags.

Ten minutes passed before Beth walked out. Carrying three sealed bio-hazard suits, in bright yellow bags. Whatever lurked past the graffitied door, I hope these would protect us. I had witnessed the early stages of this infection before. It wasn’t a pleasant sight.

Beth said “Will put these on each other. There should be gloves and a respirator built into the suit. Just be careful with them. I don’t know if we will have to use them again.”

 

Random Musings #5.6

Previous entries: Random Musings #5, Random Musings # 5.1, Random Musings #5.2Random Musings #5.3Random Musings #5.4Random Musings #5.5


Someone shook me till I woke up. To my slight annoyance, I saw Gibil had been sent to wake me.

With a yawn, I asked, “What is it now,” resisting an urge to punch him and go back to sleep.

Gibil rolled his eyes some before responding, “We leave for the mission in a few hours. Need you awake, prepped and ready to go in two. They both have some final words to say before we leave anyway,” letting me go. Taking a few steps backward, “Maybe shower and eat too,” before leaving my sight.

Forcing myself out of bed with a groan I staggered forward. Wishing Gibil had at least brought me some coffee before waking me up. Taking slow steps towards the bathroom for a quick and hopefully awakening shower.

Turning off the water, I managed to dry and dress with a slight bounce in my step. Feeling awakened as I walked out of my room. Dressed in black and gold mission clothes. Placing the two custom made augmentation bracelets on my wrists as I walked to the kitchen.

Where the smell of burnt coffee and chicken greeted me. Those not going on the mission were cooking. As everyone else sat around the oblong table in silence. Dressed in the same black and gold clothing I was. Just tailored to their own powers. Finding an empty seat between Borelis and Pierce I sat down. Receiving a slight acknowledgment from the room with nods. Everyone in the mental preparation stage, like I, soon would be.

After eating those going on the mission were led by Chronos and Minerva to the main chamber before the exit door Both of them giving glances over all us. Their gazes more sullen than inspecting.

Minerva said “As we go forth into the night recall all that has been taught to you. Do not relay on your instincts to be the heroes your parents were. We fight as a group if we want to survive to fight another day. Check your gear before we leave. Remember we are rebels, not heroes,” shouting that last part as she beat her hand against the air three times. Trying to inspire us before the mission fully began.

 

Random Musings #5.5

Previous entries: Random Musings #5Random Musings # 5.1, Random Musings #5.2, Random Musings #5.3


 

Two days had passed on the outside, by the time we ended the exhausting training pace. My entire screamed in agony as we the eight of us climbed up the stairs. A collective groan escaped everyone as, we managed to sit down.  The scent of food being cooked hit us hard. Despite my exhaustion, I was famished. After eating nothing but dried out protein bars.

All eight of us had devoured the food that was brought out to us. What little remained was rapidly brought back into the kitchen. Given the accelerated training and the small feast that followed, I was eager to rest. Knowing Chronos and Minerva would share their plan before that would happen.

Barely noticing Gibil, or Borelis as they approached with something in hand. Managing to stay conscious, I watched as they unrolled it. Both of them being careful as the paper revealed a map, as they glanced at Minerva and Chronos. With a nod from both Borelis began to speak ”

With a nod from both Borelis began to speak “My visit to the archives confirmed some of Chronos’ suspicions. Before the Order of Holy Light infected the world with its religion, there was a military base there for some unnamed government agency. There is little in the archives as to what the base’s purpose was, but I doubt it was good.  The only other thing in the archives of note was three meteors crashed into the area. There could be a connection but I’m not sure what it is, or it could be nothing.”

Minerva asked “Interesting Borelis. Any increase in guards for the base?”

Borelis responded “Only a slight one, along with an increase in patrol frequency. It shouldn’t make things any more difficult.”

Minerva said “Good, assuming they haven’t found something the previous inhabitants left behind. Even then we attack their arsenal and power supplies first. Gives us the best advantage we can.”

Chronos said “It seems I may have to make some changes to the plan since I would prefer not to wait for reinforcements. It would be nearly impossible for them to get here by dusk tomorrow, ” taking a few minutes to think. “We will still divide and conquer.  Gathering the guards at the main entrance with a mesmerizing distraction. Borelis and Loriel that will be your job, Pierce you keep them safe from the shadows should any guard be curious. Frigar and Earolis I will need both of you to create tunnels on the east and west side of the structure as that gets done. That should allow both groups to enter without detection. You will follow them in once the tunnels are created but keep them open should things go wrong. The group on the east side will consist of Frigar, Genesis, Gibil, and myself.  While the group on the west will Earolis, Minerva, Jaliki, and Kali. Anyone I didn’t mention will be tasked with defending the base. If things backfire on either front, we will meet at the other safe house buried in the mountain. Also, anyone that needs equipment made or repaired for them, see Genesis. Anything to add Minerva?”

Minerva responded “For most of those here this is something you have heard me say before. This mission is important and will require teamwork and coordination. If you must break off from the group bring someone with you. They will be your backup if you run into something you can’t handle. We may have super-human powers, but we aren’t heroes; we are rebels. Also if you need help try to shout for it. someone will get to you as fast they can. Do try to remember both of those in the heat of combat. That is all for now. Those that trained before this meal, you are on a much-earned rest period. Everyone else should be making mission preparations. You are dismissed,” standing up as she snapped her fingers twice in quick succession.

With a grunt I managed to stand up, using the tablHearingrin no questions about the plan, I took slow steps towards my quarters. In desperate need of sleep and a shower.

 

Hmm… that is interesting.

The idea for writing about this came from reading an article written by Neil Gaiman. You can read the article here.

While I may not have read much of Neil Gaiman’s novels, or graphic novels yet. However, I do have tremendous respect for him. He makes several points in his article, including one about having no limits on what he read as a child. Some of the other things he discusses in his article, on banned books, the importance of the libraries, the concept of classifying books, and freedom of speech.

Honestly, I agree with most of his statements. While books may be the subject of controversy, and banning. Even the concept of medium could be argued to some extent.

Personally I think books, are small, portable gateways to other worlds no matter the medium. No group, or person should have control on what is read excluding the creators (artists and writers). I exclude them since everything they make is meant to be imaginative, for the most part.

People young, and old should read what they like. Young adult literature is a great example of something that has a questionable age range. Honestly I have seen people who have past what would be thought to be the target market for young adult literature, reading things that fit that genre. Of course that includes myself. Restricting what a child can read, because it you don’t agree with it, or it depicts something you see as offensive is almost redundant. Especially in a world where you can search for anything online.

I’m curious to see what are your thoughts on the article. Do you agree? Disagree?