tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951942116880314472024-09-12T21:10:31.864-07:00The Future is AwesomeI will be sharing original short stories and other literary art.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10334497573478909065noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895194211688031447.post-18899908021960718432015-05-15T13:13:00.001-07:002015-05-15T13:13:35.895-07:00Code Name 5<div>Code Name 5</div><div><br></div><div> As a race humanity is good at one thing, killing each other. But the Sons of Humanity had taken it to a whole new level. They had created a target specific neutron bomb. For those of you who don’t know, a neutron bomb kills only living things in its blast radius. That means that you could wipe out an entire city but still have the buildings and everything intact. A target specific neutron bomb can kill only the enemy, leaving your troops alive. Imagine wiping out only the people who disagree with you. The believers need an injection to make the immune but still it's terrifying.</div><div> I was sent to the Sons of Humanities research facility to destroy the prototype, kill the researchers and still the info. My access point was a loading bay. We had hijacked a truck bound for the facility. We just drove right in. The infiltration went smoothly, we should have known then that something bad was bound to happen. The loading bay was mostly empty we killed the one guard quickly and quietly. We bound and gagged the workers and moved to the corridor.</div><div>“We are 100 meters from the target. According to the layout we received from our informant the most direct route is to the left and through the labs.” Athena. Did I mention that I was not in charge. I was extremely attracted to her. She was the perfect girl in my eyes. In hers I was probably some snot nosed kid. She was my CO and I was just off the farm. The relationship was bound to go bad, but what can you do. </div><div> Anyways we went left, the halls were clear. The labs, less so. The fire fight began as soon as we entered. We hid behind the lab tables, the caustic chemicals flying through the air as bullets smashed their vials. </div><div>“Mercury move up. Pluto Flank to our right. Jupiter lay down covering fire.” We did as we were told. Pluto took a bullet almost immediately. Mercury was next. I dragged Pluto back while Athena got Mercury.</div><div>“We need to retreat Athena!” That's me being brave. I almost pissed myself.</div><div>“We finish the mission.” She stood and with almost inhuman reflexes and accuracy shot two of the three assailants. She was perfect. I stood and almost emptied my clip taking out the last guy.</div><div>We stabilized our team mates and moved forward. The rest of the lab was empty and we cleared it in no time. We got to the bomb and placed the C4 we brought enough to level the building so we set it all. I hopped on the nearby computer and started deleting the files. Athena was on watch and shouted when she saw reinforcements coming. She wasn't fast enough out of the door way and took a bullet. I pulled her into the other lab with Pluto and Mercury who were out of it, moaning on the floor. I stabilized her then gave them each a shot of Adrenaline to get them on their feet. I started heading to our exfil location on the roof. </div><div>“We need to kill the lead scientist. This way.” </div><div>“The adrenaline will only last for a few minutes. We need to exfil the explosion will take care of him.” </div><div>“We have to make sure!” She started towards the other lab shooting. She stumbled into the wall and fell. I ran to her and saw she was shot again. Bad this time. I picked her up.</div><div>“We need to go. Move out.” Athena mumbled, but the pain made her incoherent so I lead the team to the helicopter on the roof. We were in and out in under fifteen minutes and reinforcements just arrived at the facility as our helicopter took off. At a safe distance I detonated the C4. We learned later that the scientist wasn't even in the facility. Luckily our mission had set them back year. Five in fact. This was five years ago.</div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10334497573478909065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895194211688031447.post-82468569127902338582015-05-08T10:59:00.001-07:002015-05-08T10:59:34.020-07:00Code Name 4<div> <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> When you are caught in a trap you have two choices. The not so fun one is to try to fight your way out. In a well laid plan, this way will lead to your death. The other choice is to ride it out and see what they want. If you see it coming you have a few more choices, but the best is still to ride it out. You don’t know what the have until they tell you. They were prepared to set me up for something, that means the trap wasn't death but the authorities. That is a very interesting trap. Most bad guys threaten death. </span></div><div> I took my hand off the bag leaving prints and some blood. Everything you news to set someone up.</div><div>I look up at Mr. Asshole.</div><div>“Let me guess. I do x or you set me up.”</div><div>“Exactly Mr… Jupiter was it?” Not my real name but the code name I used when I first started. This is not good. If the went that far back they may get to my real name. Shit. I did not expect that. Anonymity gives you options. The lack of it takes away all options. I am not there yet but if they kept digging it may pop up in connection to Jupiter. The two options are still on the table. I need to find out how they are getting this info, though. So I keep talking.</div><div>“That's a weird name. Not sure I ever heard it before” Deny everything.</div><div>“Don’t worry, Michael, we will find your real name, then we gone drop the lies.” Still looking then.</div><div>“I am more concerned with the blood I lost and the prints. What is it you are forcing me to do?”</div><div>“Your first mission.” Wait what? My first? That's impossible for them to know.</div><div>“Not sure what your talking about.” Deny, deny.</div><div>“You know the one that got us in this mess. The one that ended the world.”</div><div>“Nope, still nothing.”</div><div>“The one to stop the Sons of Humanity.”</div><div>Shit. They know.</div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10334497573478909065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895194211688031447.post-17650936947318212592015-05-01T14:02:00.001-07:002015-05-01T14:02:57.463-07:00Code Name Episode 3As promised here is the third episode of Code Name. Please enjoy.<div><br></div><div><div>Code Name 3</div><div><br></div><div> In my profession there aren’t many rules. In fact there's exactly two, and they are followed religiously. The client always pay AFTER the job is confirmed. And the two parties NEVER meet. By the looks of the abandoned warehouse I am looking at one of those rules was about to break.</div><div> I am good at my job, but my divorce with my last employer didn’t go to well. They took the high ground, called me treasonous. I took the other ground and got a new identity. This left me with few options and no savings. So I took a job through the agency. I really regret that right now. </div><div> The warehouse is looking pretty deadly. I don’t mean the holes in the roof. Or the obviously moldy and decaying walls. Those are bad but what I am looking at was soooooooo much worse. It is filled with highly trained individuals with highly deadly weapons. They had every approach covered and had already spotted me. Not a good idea. Don't do it. Don't. And I walk in the front door.</div><div><br></div><div>“I like what you did with the place. Very “evil-mastermind-about-to-make-the-hero-do-something” of you.” You know in the horror movies when your yelling at the hero to not open the creepy cabinet? Yeah I am yelling at myself just FYI. I wish I listened. </div><div><br></div><div>“Michael, is it? I am surprised and frankly disappointed you just walked in. I expected some explosions and propelling.” Big guy, nice suit, no hair. He looked like an asshole.</div><div><br></div><div>“Where did you hear that name?” Don't worry it's not my real name, still weird they had it though. Someone betrayed me.</div><div><br></div><div>“I guess you are here for this.” When someone tosses a bag of money, it makes a certain sound, requires a certain throw, and hits with a certain shift. The signs concurred, this was money. I walked to it as the asshole watched with a smile. I regret this already. I reach for the bag. His smile widens. I should stop but…money. My hand closes on the bags strap. And I feel a prick. Shit. And the trap springs. I should listen to myself.</div></div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10334497573478909065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895194211688031447.post-83516087133003942792015-04-24T12:26:00.001-07:002015-04-24T12:26:34.173-07:00Code Name Episode 2Hey gang,<div> Here is the new installment in Code Name. Enjoy and look for the next one next Friday. Please comment if you can.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div>Code Name </div><div><br></div><div>2</div><div><br></div><div> So let’s talk basics. Basically getting caught by the cops after stealing valuable data and killing multiple individuals is bad. Basically you don’t want that to happen. And basically that means you don’t want to draw their attention. So things like speeding, driving erratically or shooting a gun out your window are bad ideas. There fore I turn (safely and rationally) onto the street behind the scene of the crime AKA the building I just blew a hole in and I try not to shoot anyone. I drive around 2.5 miles above the speed limit. Most people drive just above the speed limit but not fast enough to get a ticket, there fore I do the same. Please don’t have a hyper accurate radar gun. I can hear it now, “Sir, you were going 2.53 miles above the speed limit, and why do you have a bullet shaped hole in your shoulder?”.</div><div> By the way blood loss makes you light headed and a little high, or maybe that's the morphine I shot up with when I got in the car. Any ways I drive down the NYC streets legally and get myself lost in the traffic. Step two is to get my shoulder fixed up, then deliver the drive. I turn towards Manhattan. Home to the rich and a somewhat sketchy doctor who will fix you up without many questions and with medically relevant answers. I walk up to his apartment with only a couple wobbles and knock on the door. When he answers I find out that I was leaning on the door. I try to embrace the ground with my face but he catches me first. I find something else out then, Morphine isn’t all powerful. Luckily your body’s power to faint at the right time is all powerful.</div><div> I open my eyes and look around. I am still in his apartment, with its water stains and dirty floor and furniture. I am pretty sure that he uses proper sanitation while operating, I hope. I’m alive and my shoulder is bandaged so I decide it is time to complete my mission. I roll out of bed, and of course that is when the doctor decides to come in.</div><div>“Here’s your bill.” He tries to hand me a piece of paper. Yeah he is all about helping people.</div><div>“Send it to the agency, this is an official job.”</div><div>“Next time you have an official job go to a hospital.” The agency never pays.</div><div>“ They’ll pay.” No they won’t.</div><div>“No they won’t” Heh, great minds.</div><div>“I will pay next time.” I close the door before he can say more and head to my car. I here yelling in the house and I am not sure if it's him or one of his, uh, patients. I hop in and see the drive sitting in the passenger seat. Great hiding spot. I must have really been out of it. I call my contact and get the drop point. An abandoned factory. Weird. Normally the drop point is public. Something's wrong. I gotta get paid so I head to the point. This is gonna go bad. </div></div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10334497573478909065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895194211688031447.post-23289572396672416792015-04-20T11:07:00.001-07:002015-04-20T11:07:48.361-07:00Code NameHey gang,<div> I have come up with an idea. I am going to post an "episode" of a story every week on Friday. Because I was away last week you will get a double helping this week. Here is the first and the next will be on Friday. Enjoy!</div><div><br></div><div><div>Code Name</div><div><br></div><div>1</div><div><br></div><div> I walk toward the end of the hall. It’s one of those office building halls. The walls and ceiling so white and pristine that you know something bad awaits on the other side. At the end of the hall is a door leading to a room on the outside wall of the building. I reach the door and notice the keypad. Yep, definitely the right room. I tear the key pad of the wall, exposing the juicy and extremely confusing inners. I know that if you strip the right wires and arc them you can fry the circuitry and activate the fail safe that unlocks the door. It also sends a message to security and they will show up in minutes. That is, unless the guard watching for it is… asleep by exterior means.</div><div> It takes 30 seconds to open the door. There are two guards posted at the computers, but one takes a 15 minute walk around the building. It took 5 minutes to get this far, the computer drive I need is inside a vault not 3 feet away. The problem is half the room is a vault. The other problem is it is on the inside wall. There is a vault door surrounded by three layers of bullet resistant glass. The glass helps keep the room from getting to hot, the other sides are steel and without the glass and a dedicated cooling system it would be on oven. With it the room stays around sixty degrees Fahrenheit. The temperature isn't the problem. The glass is but I came prepared. I pull a small drill out of my sport coat and fix the diamond head to it. I drill four holes in a rectangle the size of a door. I then run through the holes a Kevlar rope with a heating filament inside. When heated the rope can go through most anything and it makes short work of the first layer. Only two to go. </div><div> It took two minutes. The next two will be the same. That gives me 4 minutes to get out. The next two go smoothly and I hop in on time. Then a problem present it self. The info is on a server. I can't carry a whole server and I don’t know which one it is. I have a contingency but it's loud and dangerous.</div><div> I plug in a thumb drive with a program that will find and take the info I need. The screen says it’ll take five minutes. I have three. That's enough time for things to go very wrong. I pull the silenced pistol and check it over. I may have to use it soon. I look around to see what resources I have. I brought some det-cord but if I use it without cover I will die. If I use it with I will be disorientated for 20 seconds. I need cover and to wait until the last moment to use it. I find some four feet high meta cabinets and put them three feet from a corner on the same while I plan to blow. It's safer than straight across from it but fa from safe. Still, no choice. I place the charges and get ready to blow it. I then go to the drive. It's done. Suddenly the door takes a hit. It holds, but barely. I run to my cover and train my gun on the door. The next hit knocks the door of its hinges. I start shooting. They take cover in the hall. One yells “Contact”. Shit, military. They won't come in unless they think I am down. I stand and start shooting again. She my clip runs dry I stay standing while I reload.</div><div> Most professionals go for the body shot because your odds of a hit are higher. Head shots are certain death though. And the die are cast. Please be body. Please body. And we have a hit. Shoulder. Of course they miss the vest. I go down only kinda pretending to be really hurt. I swear, I moan and I hear them come in. Too late they notice the det-cord. The explosion kills and wound all of them.</div><div>15 seconds later (a personal best) I am up and climbing out the hole. I run to my waiting car and make my get away as the sirens begin. My shoulder hurts but I count it as a win.</div></div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10334497573478909065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895194211688031447.post-36022784257390950752015-04-03T10:40:00.001-07:002015-04-03T10:46:10.451-07:00CrystaliaDear Internet,<div> I have been deciding whether to use my real name or not. I am extremely proud of the work I have put on here so I will now be signing my real name. Also I have been a little low on inspiration so I am posting the first two chapters of a longer story I have been working on. Please enjoy.</div><div><br></div><div><br><div><div>Chapter 1</div><div><br></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He looked down through the crack between the sky-dock and airship at the world below. The people crawling along like worker ants. The clear air to the ground, the distance from the world fascinated him. His parents called to him from the other side of the crack. He looked up to see them smiling and waving for him to follow them. He jumped the crack, smiling and racing to his parents. He looked up, taking in the sight of the balloons above, carrying the wait of the ship below. He knew that the ship was supposed to look like it's water bound brethren. Despite all of his knowledge he was still excited. This was his first time on an airship! They were going to fly over the world to their destination. He reached his parents just as they reach the ticketing counter. At the counter was a woman taking tickets and assigning rooms for the voyage. The voyage is going to take days but it was faster then trying to ride a carriage to grandma's. Grandma lived far away in another nation called Arconia. It was hard to cross into nations on foot because of the border patrol. But in air they did the baggage checks and verifications on board so that you can just walk off the ship. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>They are assigned a cabin on the bottom of the ship but Frankie didn't care he was just excited to be aboard a airship. That night his parents had to go to a ball to celebrate the beginning off their voyage and they left Frankie alone in the cabin to wait for his sitter but he had better plans.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"We will only be gone a few hours." His mother stated as they left.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Don't leave the room!" his father added.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"I won't. I promise." he stated with a smile.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"You better not!"</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>After they left Frankie grabbed his back pack and started to pack for his adventure through the ship. He packed his teddy bear to keep him company, his blanket in case it was cold. And of course his toy magic gun in case he ran into pirates. He went to the door and opened it a touch to see if anyone was out there. He watched his parents leave the hall. After being assured that there was nobody out there he squeezed himself through the door. He looked both ways down the hall and found a stair case on either end. One went up and the other went down. He decided to go down because all of the adults went up. He went down and peeked around the corner looking for any dangers. After assuring himself that it was clear he walked carefully down the hall. As he reached the end he heard people approaching form behind! He looked around and found a closet. He quickly opened the door and stepped into the dark interior. He stayed near the grated door peering out waiting for the danger to pass. After they did he relaxed and took a step away from the door. But as he did he stepped on a bump that is quickly pulled away. </div><div>"Ouch" said a female voice behind him.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He flinched and turned around quickly. He quickly saw the angry redhead behind him.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Why did you step on me!"</div><div>"I'm sorry!" said Frankie " I didn't mean to I was just hiding from pirates."</div><div>"Well I was fighting a dragon! You made me mess up and now the prince was eaten!"</div><div>"Uh, isn't it usually the princess that needs to be saved?" </div><div>"Why would I save a princess? I couldn't marry a princess and become a queen, could I?" she demanded.</div><div>"I guess not,"</div><div>"I'm Lily by the way and I'm 11!" she stated proudly.</div><div>"I...I'm Frankie and I am almost 10 "</div><div>"Well I'm older so I'm in charge!"</div><div>" That's not fair!" </div><div>" I didn't make the rules, I just follow them!" she stated.</div><div>"Well I was adventuring on my own. So I don't need you!"</div><div>"You don't want to play with me?" she asked, tears in her eyes.</div><div>"Well... I guess you can join me." He said not wanting her to cry.</div><div>"Good! Follow me!" She opened the door and headed toward another stair case going down.</div><div>" We have to find the magic crystal to save the ship from your pirates!" As she rushed towards the stairs.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Frankie follows her shaking his head. How had she become in charge? he wonders. He rushes to keep up with her none the less. As they reach the end of the stairs she turns around and points down the hall behind her.</div><div>"The crystal is in there!" she says.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Frankie looks down the hall and sees a door with a sign on it. The sign says "Engine Room" </div><div>"The Engine Room?" </div><div>"Yep," she states. "We need the air crystal to blow the pirates away."</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>They both move towards the engine room, moving more cautiously then before. Trying to keep the pirates from seeing them. The reach the door after what seems like an eternity. Lily reaches up and opens the door. She throws the door open as Franky tries to peek through the crack.</div><div>"You are gonna get us caught!" he exclaims, " What if there were pirates in there?" he asks.</div><div>"There weren't" she states simply.</div><div>Shaking his head he enters and almost runs into her.</div><div>She had stopped a few feet in and was staring straight ahead.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>There at the end of the room was THE crystal. The one keeping the ship aloft. Keeping gravity from throwing them to their deaths. The crystal of air. It hovered in a case, with tubes drawing from its energy, gathering the wind to keep the ship aloft.</div><div><br></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>In their revelry of the crystal they didn't hear the footsteps coming behind them.</div><div>All of a sudden they hear a voice behind them.</div><div>"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? WHO ARE YOU?" The gravelly voice demands.</div><div>The two of them spin around as quick as they can and Lily lets out an ear-splitting scream at the horror of a face they are accused by.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Chapter 2</div><div><br></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>As she watched the crystal, almost hypnotised by the pulsing, she didn't hear the footsteps behind her or the door open. She was torn out of her hypnosis by the gravelly voice behind her. She spins around at the accusation to see a short hunched man with an extremely deformed face. He looked like a troll and terrified her. She screamed because of an impulse more than a thought. The man stepped back and looked startled by her scream.</div><div>"I didn't mean to scare you," he said quietly."But you're not supposed to be here."</div><div>"And who are you to say so?" she demanded using the voice her father used on his subjects when they were overstepping their boundaries.</div><div>"I am the engineer. And nobody but crew are allowed in the engine room."</div><div>"Well I am Princess Lily daughter of Prince Edward son of King Uther, lord of Arconia."</div><div>Frankie whipped his around toward her and looked at her in awe as the man swept in a low bow.</div><div>"My apologies your majesty, but this is still no place for a child."</div><div>As the man rose from his bow a young women rushed up from behind him. She had short brown hair and a round face.</div><div>"Princess Lily! I have been looking all over for you. You must return with me to your room. You are not to mingle with these people, it is not safe!" She said hurriedly. </div><div>"Why? My father always mingles with his people." she said stubbornly.</div><div>"These are not your people. There may be assassins here trying to get to your father. Please come with me to our guarded quarters."</div><div>Lily looked at her friend not wanting to abandon their adventure. </div><div>She then sighed and said formally, "I guess I must be going, farewell Frankie."</div><div>She left with a little wave. As her maid and her walk down the hall towards the stairs she looked at the maid.</div><div>"I want to go through the ship tomorrow. I want to be able to explore with that boy." </div><div>"I will arrange to have guards accompany us, your majesty"</div><div>Lily shakes her head wishing she could walk among the people here as she did in Arconia. The entire trip in Estroya she had been trapped in her rooms or in the middle of a crowd of guards. She had hoped that on the ship she could adventure freely but that was not to be. The King Arlon of Estroya would not allow any airship that is owned by the royalty of Arconia to enter the airspace of Estroya. That is why they had to travel on a commercial airship. The tensions between the two nations was getting higher and this trip was to try and alleviate some of those concerns. It failed. If anything the tensions were now higher. She thought about all of this but wishing she didn't have to concern herself with all of this but as royalty she needed too be aware of what was happening in her country. She wished she could be carefree like Frankie.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Deep in thought she almost missed her room. Her maid, Molly, stopped and touched her shoulder to get her attention. She turned and noticed that she was there. She shook he head to clear her thoughts and walked into the room as her maid held open the door. Her room was actually two rooms. She had a sitting room where she would eat instead of with the other people in the cafeteria. Her sitting room alone was twice the size of a normal cabin. It was draped in the finest wall coverings and the softest rug. It had a long wooden table that she would probably eat alone at. While her father was always with his people he was seldom with her. Her mother had died in child birth and her father had tried to find another to take her place but had not found one he loved as much and wouldn't marry for anything less. She was an only child and only had her maid, cook and guards to keep her company. She wanted a friend someone who would treat her like a normal kid. She thought that Frankie might but when her heard that she was a princess he looked at her as if she was a stranger. She went into her room and changed into a dress. Her father insisted that she wear a dress at dinner whether he was there or not. He said he wanted her to always dress like a lady because you never know who was watching. Tonight her father was eating with the captain but she knew her maid would insist on enforcing his rule.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She had a dinner of salad and some kind of steak. She wasn't sure what it was and was afraid to ask. The chief always prepared weird things. Once he prepared a meal of seaweed salad with Siren eggs on it and minotaur steaks. She tried it and liked it but when told what it was she was completely grossed out. Minotaur were disgusting half man half bull creatures that were hard to kill and were considered a delicacy amongst the royals. Sirens were creatures that looked like beautiful women covered with scales. They sang songs that hypnotised men into coming to them. They then would kill the men and use their blood to fertilise their eggs. They were prepared cooked but if they were not cooked enough and a man ate them they could hatch in his stomach and tear him apart from the inside. She knew this because people told her but she knew that it may just be tales. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She finished her dinner and went into her bedroom to get ready for bed. She took a shower powered by the water crystal in the wall. She used the fire crystal knob to increase the heat a bit. Her maid checked the water to make sure it was not to hot before letting her get in.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>After her warm shower she dressed in her pyjamas and went out on her balcony on her bedroom. She was on the top of the ship so she had no worry of people seeing dressed indecently. She was chilled by the cold air this far above the planet but it was not enough to make her uncomfortable due to the fire crystal in a metal grate beneath the railing. She watched as the airship cut through the clouds like the ships cutting through waves at home. She lived in a port city called Averton. She often travelled by boat to nearby towns with her father. They would travel on their own large vessel with their armada keeping watch from a distance. On their ship she was free to roam where ever she pleased. She watched the twinkling lights above as well as below and wondered at how similar they looked. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She decided to go to bed early seeing as she was excited to get started on her adventure the next day.</div></div><div><br></div><div>As always I wish you well,</div><div><br></div><div>Nick Shelanskey</div><div> </div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10334497573478909065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895194211688031447.post-55762480507786049492015-04-01T10:18:00.001-07:002015-04-01T10:28:24.558-07:00FeelDear Internet,<div> Here is another story, slightly more like my usual.</div><div><br></div><div>He feels her hand under his, the wrinkles from a long life together giving comfort. He traces the lines across her hand, she squeezes his hand to let him know she is there. He uses his other hand to feel the sheets under him. They are soft to most but their thread count grates against his hand. He moves his hand farther to the side of his bed. His hand reaching for the sweet coolness of open air. Before he reaches the end his hand rests on something unnaturally cold, metal. A bar. To keep him in the bed. To cage him. Then he notices the unusual cold in the air. Cold not caused by the natural climate. Colder then most prefer and even colder to him. He reaches down for covers, feeling a strong drowsiness coming over him. He reaches but finds nothing but the cloth covering him. He moves in the bed trying to get comfortable on the too hard mattress. The hand tightens around his, bringing him more comfort, trying to soothe the fear. </div><div>Suddenly light blooms in front of him soothing his eyes, and searing his head. He closes his eyes on instinct. The light vanishes, replaced by a red glow. He starts, opening his eyes again. The light again seers him but he tries to look through it, tries to see what lies beyond. He sees a silhouette that slowly resolves into a face</div><div>He reaches up an feels the face that has looked no younger to him.</div><div>He smiles looking at her face, looking at an angel.</div><div><br></div><div>Ok guys, as usual, comments would be great. I hope you enjoyed, and I wish everyone well.</div><div><br></div><div>Captain Awesome</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10334497573478909065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895194211688031447.post-60182307560243556392015-03-31T08:25:00.001-07:002015-03-31T08:27:41.520-07:00Forever<div><br></div>Dear Internet,<div> It been awhile but I'm back. Here is a new short story:</div><div> </div><div><br></div><div>I swing my sword, summoning all my will, all my strength. I push the sword through the air striving to reach the man in front of me. He sidesteps , my sword hitting air. I pull it in, across my chest blocking the thrust I see coming. His sword skitters off mine, slashing my upper arm. I step back out of his reach. I will win. I have to, it all rides on this. I feint a strike at his shoulder only to pull my sword back in and thrust at his stomach. At the last minute I push my lower hand down pointing the sword blade up and into his heart. He falls, my sword still stuck in him. I walk up to his corpse and take my sword back.</div><div>I look up towards a man in a purple robe. Part of me hopes its over, hopes there's no more. Most of me is relishing the rush, looking forward to the next challenge. The man gives the thumbs down, it wasn't enough. </div><div>The gate behind me opens, and three men swagger out. They are each more heavily armed than the last. One has a shield and sword, another a spear and the last his holding two swords. I decide to forego defense and I run at the man with the spear, he stabs left, I spin right. By the time I finish my spin my momentum has brought me within striking distance of the man. I stab him through the throat and cut of the side of his throat while pulling my sword free. The dual wielding man is on me by then and swings his left sword down, I block it...barely. I then notice his other hand pushing toward me in a thrust. I spin out of our trial, and bring my sword around, into a cut that takes his arm, he is not finished, but the man with the shield takes my attention. He hits me with the shield and send me flying back. The two men approach as I lie there dazed. The stand over me, smiling. I strike out with the sword still in my hand and take the shield mans foot. I then roll from the sword mans stab, but I am not fast enough and take it in the side. I start wheezing as I roll away, trying to stay in the fight. I try to get to my knees and he laughs. I sit there on my knees, he brings his sword up for the killing blow. My sword is faster as I thrust towards his heart. It connects and he falls with my sword in him. I don't have the strength, the loss of blood is clouding my vision. I grab the sword he dropped and push myself to my feet. I stumble toward the last warrior breathing and just push the sword through him, I use my weight because I have nothing left.</div><div> I look toward the emperor and practically beg for the end. He smiles and again he gives the thumbs down, I realize that he means to kill me, he means for me to die today.</div><div>I turn towards the gate, what I see step through scares me like nothing else. A 7 foot tall man in full armor, with a war hammer in his hands and two swords on his back covered by a shield. There is no way I can beat him, not even before the other two fights, I will die in the first attack. The clarity that came with that thought gave me the strength for one last act. A spin to face the emperor and throw my sword. It spins for what seems like forever, then it hits, sending him flying back to be pinned to his throne. I turn in time to see the hammer descend on my head. In that last second I smile. I will be remembered.</div><div>Forever.</div><div><br></div><div>I hope you enjoyed the new story,it's a little different then my normal so any comments would be appreciated. Oh, and please follow my blog. As always, I wish you all well.</div><div>Captain Awesome</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10334497573478909065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895194211688031447.post-76839791460624952752014-11-20T19:22:00.001-08:002014-11-20T19:22:23.166-08:00UnlessDear Internet,<div> Here is another original short story. I hope you enjoy.</div><div><div>“Thou shalt not kill”</div><div>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div>The man walked towards us with his hand in his pocket. Whipping his hand out he pointed his gun at us. He commanded us to give him our valuables.</div><div>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div>Unless you are a soldier.</div><div>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div>I slowly pulled out my wallet. I tried to soothe him. I tried to keep him calm. I tried to end this peacefully.</div><div>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div>Unless you are protecting yourself.</div><div>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div>My wife was slow to get her money out. He told her to hurry up. He kept the gun on me.</div><div>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div>Unless you are protecting others.</div><div>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div>She dropped her purse. The gun whipped towards her. I surged forward.</div><div>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div>Unless you have a good reason.</div><div>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div>The knife sank deep. His blood oozing over my hand.</div><div>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div>Unless.</div><div>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div>A smile tore at the fringes of my mouth.</div></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>I hope you enjoyed the story! Please leave any comments, critique or thoughts you may have below. As always I wish everyone well.</div><div>Sincerely,</div><div>Captain Awesome</div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10334497573478909065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895194211688031447.post-60523478817575107902014-11-19T19:44:00.001-08:002014-11-19T19:44:40.672-08:00MemoriesDear Internet,<div> Here is an original short story. Please enjoy:</div><div><br></div><div><div><b>Memories</b></div><div><br></div><div>The familiar creak of the front door closing behind them after a long day of work. They would make sure they came home together so that neither of them was alone. She liked being with him. She would always smile at his boring stories and laugh at his terrible jokes. She always said that they were married “for better or worse” (and that meant through his stories and jokes) until death.</div><div>Her boots still dripping with red mud from the hours in the yard making it perfect for him. She worked for an entire summer while he was at work trying to make their yard the best in the neighborhood. Adding sunflower (her favorite) and roses on the walk way. </div><div><br></div><div>The cloth book mark on the mantle, stained with the myriad of drinks spilt on it. She would read for hours at a time eager to finish the latest story he got her hooked on. She wouldn’t stop for anything not even dinner. She would keep her books pristine but the bookmark got the brunt of the stains. A fresh stain just drying.</div><div><br></div><div>Her glasses looking up at him from the ground waiting for that first kiss. She had pulled him to the ground when they got home after their first date. They had just laid there in each other’s arms. It had been heaven for those minutes just laying there. Life had caught up to them but they still tried to have moments like that. </div><div><br></div><div>Something stops him from going to her. A hand across his chest.</div><div>The holy water next to her perfume, for protection, she said. She never put it on anything or used it but it was always present. Waiting for the need to arise. Waiting to be protection. Protection from what?</div><div>Yellow and black blocking his way. He tears through its contention, walking to her.</div><div>Her favorite knife out on the table. She had pretended to cut her finger off one night for April fool’s day. She had added flour to make it look more realistic. He had laughed after but it had been terrifying to him at first. The knife was still covered with the dyed corn syrup and flour. </div><div>He runs pushing through the blue intruders. Heedless of the warnings or the yells.</div><div>Her favorite house coat. He had bought it for her the first Christmas they were together. She never went anywhere without it or got it dirty. It was now stained red. </div><div><br></div><div>Running to her. Where is she? He must find her.</div><div><br></div><div>The old German clock ticking on the wall. They got that when they went to Munich. That was when she introduced him to her family. It had been nerve racking for him but she acted as if it were nothing instead of the “life and death” scenario he thought it was.</div><div>More obstacles thrust into his way but his fists lash out knocking some of them away but still more grabbed at him. They grab and tear at him trying to get a get hold. He sees her she is just in the next room. He can get to her if they would let go! He must get to her! He must!</div><div><br></div><div>Sounds of sympathy fill the air as he is dragged away. They try to keep him calm but they cannot help. They give assurances that it will be OK but how can it? They say they did what they could. They didn’t do enough. They say they know what he is going through. They don’t know.</div><div><br></div><div>They don’t. </div></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>I hope you enjoyed the story. Look for another tomorrow! As always I wish everyone well!</div><div>Sincerely,</div><div>Captain Awesome</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10334497573478909065noreply@blogger.com0