What is the general feeling about this? I have written short stories and roleplayed quite a lot in the past, and recently with getting into manga/anime heavier than I used to I have had the urge to start back up writing, but I've been procrastinating too much to actually write.
If I were to start writing again, what would you guys be interested in? How long would you want them to be? What type of setting? Male or Female MC? Anime Setting?
Here's a little something to show you how I can write and to see if you would be interested in me writing more! Enjoy!
A bright flash of lightning illuminated the muddy country road as a young man ran through the pouring rain to try and get away from the horror that was following him. His heart was near it's limit and felt as if with the next step it could burst forth from within his breast with the utmost violence of an exploding volcano. His lungs expanded and tried to refill the stocks of oxygen that his body was so needlessly expelling in his flight for sanity.
Heavy stone-like gauntlets covered his hand and half of his forearm. The same could be seen on his feet. They were stone like in appearance but they were necessary in the line of work he preformed. He hated what he had to do when asked to put those stupid things on. The pain it caused him was too great. That's why he had to go into his own little world. It's not something he could control. It was something conditioned into his very being. Whenever he placed the stone-like boots and gauntlets on his mind went white. Sometimes he remembered what he did, but most of the time he forgot. Thankfully.
*Huff* *Huff*
His loud footsteps were slowing down now. He was no longer sprinting like a runner in a race. His pace slowed to a mere walk, and then finally to a stop. He bent down, placed his hands on his knees and tried to steady his breathing. It was hard. He had run so far. Why? Deep breaths rocked his frame as he coughed and sputtered with the oxygen filling up his lungs. He wiped away a little bit of foamy spit that had built up around the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand.
"W...w..why?"
There were tears flowing down his cheeks. There was no reason for this. Why was he crying so hard? It was no longer the deep breaths that shook his frame. He was bent over, his head between his knees. Sobbing. Sobbing so hard that his eyes were blurring. Sobbing so hard he couldn't stand to even breathe.
"Why?"
This time there was more force in his voice. He wasn't sobbing so hard now. His breathing was returning to normal. His eyes were drying up so now at least he could see. For the first time he looked down at his hands. The stone-like gauntlets were cracked and very very worn. A red substance could be seen slowing washing off in the mix of his tears and the falling rain.
In his hand he held a golden locket. It was open and a picture could be seen inside. It was of a small girl, a small boy and an older man. They all had the same facial structure, eyes and dark silver hair. This is one of those times when he remembered what happened when he was doing his job. The last thing he remembered seeing were those beep brown eyes of the girl as she coughed up her last ragged breath.
"P..P...Pleas.e. Ta..ke.. it.." a small shaking hand held forth the golden locket he now gripped like a priceless treasure. The little body coughed one last time and the light behind her beautiful brown eyes faded forever. The tears in his eyes returned. He drew in a large gulp of air and released it into the night sky.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
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Ok a little something turned into a little more. Oops...<_<
Yes, I see myself as a writer xD I've written a few stories, usually about games and such.
The following one is a story in the setting of Eve Online, a sci-fi story about an engineer on the brink of battle.... I won't spoil anything. Have fun.
I swallowed hard, my throat was dry. There was a grim atmosphere on the Imperial Abaddon Battleship Ry'leh. She was one of three in this fleet... that the Emperor had ordered to the Jovian border for some sort of secret mission. Rumor on deck was saying we were close to the Vak’Atioth system – supposedly just inside Jovian space. Our purpose here was unknown, but there was a lot of speculation. Ry'leh was the newest battleship class in the Amarrian fleet, and she carried with her a secret new weapon. A weapon of great potential to advance the glory and divine influence of the Emperor. A weapon in which I had a small part of – to ensure its antimatter flow remained stable, secure and unwavering. A simple enough task in theory, but until now the weapon had never been fired under combat conditions, with tensile stresses rippling through bulkheads or shock displacements or heat loads. No one really knew how these would affect us or the ship.
And here we were – finally, decompressing out of warp. Three months of continuous space hypertravel and all of a sudden decompression. It feels like you’re being sucked into a vacuum whilst coming out the other side of it by some slow degree. It’s a twisted, sickening sensation that lasts for as long as we de-accelerate. I was thinking of my family now, even though the docs say we should clear our minds at this time to help post-jump recovery, but I couldn’t help it. With my wife and child on board… There was a sudden pop, an inertia pull and a slow grinding halt. I could picture it in my head, the slow appearance of stars outside, the reconstitution of planets as we materialized in orbit off some planetary system. Then I dispelled such thoughts as I checked my instrumentation panel. All systems were green, the anti-matter flow remained intact.
Thankfully.
Then the ships coms buzzed alive and the familiar voice of Admiral Ja’Koth came calm and clear to us all, broadcasting from the fleet’s flagship, “Brave members of the glorious Amarr Navy, we have arrived at our destination. I have been authorized to inform you that our objectives here are simple - to re-establish contact with the Jove Empire and to spread our Emperor’s great and holy influence. You have but one command, make our Emperor proud!”
We were ready. We had come prepared – at battle position but the Claxton for battlestations sounded nonetheless. I slapped the Antimatter Flow drive into heat-up position and heard the acceleration particles in the gunnery chamber stir like some gigantic beast or destruction. It was always a thrilling sensation, cold shivers erupting over my body as the heat was sucked from the atmosphere surrounding the acceleration chamber. Our lasers where charging and I sounded off the percents to gunnery command with a calm voice. 10%... 20%....35%....50%.... the seconds were ticking.
I felt frozen, stiff. I shook my legs in an effort to loosen up, remembering the last time the Amarr Navy came to spread the influence of the Great Emperor. We had conquered the Minmatar home worlds. But this was Jove – and we knew next to nothing about these reclusive and mysterious peoples. I could only imagine what they must have been thinking as the golden fleet had dropped out of warp in orbit of their H-class planet within sticking distance of their research station.
87% to full charge, and even as I whispered this over the coms, I heard the soft whisper of heatsinks kicking in, and the whispering of the gyromotors as the guns came to bear on the station outside.
Then it happened. Seemingly out of nowhere the Jovian fleet arrived, dropping out of hyperspace with a swiftness and precision that was terrifying. For seemingly endless moments the two fleets stood apart, gazing at one another as if daring the other to flinch.
99%
Silence.... absolute silence... nothing to be heard besides the soft hum of incredible power harnessed under the antimatter flows.
100%
The deafening roar of god’s own might unleashed. The dark glittering beam cut across the distance, as if severing time and space in a single slash – and hit a Jovian battlecruiser directly in its port bows. A momentary suspension– a single crystallized fragment of reality later the beam melted through the shields, armor and hull in a staggering display of incredible power. Not even the operation manuals had hinted of such force. The battlecruiser disintegrated in a blue flash of light and a meager pop of a shockwave.
Then hell came to visit. Jovian ships erupted into activity, bursting past and around us in small groups of five. Scattering under one single impulse, they bulleted past – microwarpdrives engaged. Such speed! God they were so fast.
Too fast! Our guns couldn’t track, locking times multiplied tenfold – our firing patterns became a mess. This couldn’t be happening! It wasn’t possible – it just wasn’t possible. In the distance I saw our wingship the Urban Gold taking fire, sparkling emerald beams of Jovian lasers cut through her hull, splintering her down the middle like a melon. She spewed her guts, her crew and her life into space, then erupted in a fireball as her engine and magazine ignited.
One by one at first, then gradually two at a time, then three simultaneously our ships dissolved into twisted fragments of cindering metal scraps and corpses. At first it was almost surreal, distant. I watched in horror, a fear so deep growing from my loins to the pit of my chest.
And then it started. I heard the first beams hissing through the armor of Golden Dawn, a whispering angel of death, rapidly growing louder and the beams cut ever deeper, ever closer. I heard the scream of reinforced bulkheads and tungsten plates twist and bend under the unimaginable energy. I heard the screaming.
Almost, almost I was unaware of something materializing off our starboard bow. Something so huge uncloaking, something mindboggling gargantuan, the likes of which I had never seen before. The Jovian mothership sat upon the battlefield like a god, the alpha-omega of existence, the total expression of power. For seconds it sat there, silent, unmoving, gracefully dark as if it took measure and weighed our sins.
Despite the panic, the horror, I heard commands being given, as every remaining Amarian ship took aim and unleashed the full power of their guns on the mothership. It was as if nothing. The dark antimatter beams rippled along her bow, down her full broadside to no avail. The mothership seemed hardly aware that it was even being shot at.
But it had taken stock –it had gauged the full measure of our power and found us wanting. And now, it a second or two of frozen time, it executed its judgment. In that suspended moment – she unleashed a green beam so intense it blinded the vision. It spilled passed the eyes to fill the very mind as if God himself had come to visit. Seconds later, after the vision cleared my knees weakened. In the afterburn I could swear the beam had been directed at our flagship. But as my eyes adjusted to the visi-screen above me, I realized the flagship was no more.
Panic weakened the knees, fear hit me at the pit of the stomach, threatening to release the bowels. I tried to swallow, I tried to make my hands obey the commands being yelled over the headset. But they refused. They fumbled for the release of the seat harness, when they should have been hitting the recharger modules of the antimatter flows. My mind struggled to obey its directives and that of the Gunnery Commander. But the only thing my mind understood was this simple clear fact:
I had to get out of here! I had to get out – of – here NOW!
I ran through the corridors, my mind numb, my heart racing, just running. I don’t know how I found the escape pod bay – through instinct alone. Smoke, fire, blood, vomit, twisted metal, heat, dark, flashes of incongruous sound, screaming voices, screaming bulkheads, screaming screaming – everyone, everything screaming.
I jumped right in it, about to close the door untill i saw a women running towards me, holding a baby. She yelled, screamed, tears coming from her eyes, the baby crying but i couldn't hear it. Her mouth, her eyes begging me to wait, to take her with me....
Before she could reach the pod... I closed the hatch and pressed eject. The gentle hiss of released pressure, a nudge and the pod broke free of the ship moments before the glittering beam of the Jovian ships cut her to pieces. Then the pod his warp speed and it was gone, the dying remnants of the Amarrian fleet winking out of existence like extinguished candles in the dark.
Once in the pod my scanner showed less and less Amarrian dots... untill the scanner was completely empty.. the Amarrian fleet wiped out.
It was about three or four months, i lost track of time. My mind still full of the terror, even after all this time. Barely water left, barely food left, I was just bones. De-hydrated and on the verge of collapsing I finally heard the bleeb from my scanner. With what little to no strength i had left i pulled myself to see it... three dots... 30 dots.. it was a solar-system!! I looked out of the window and my heart stopped. If i could cry, if i could scream out of agony i would. I entered the system of the Amarrian Blood enemy: a small Minmatar rebellion force.
My pod was tractored in and i was pulled out from it with force. I couldn't speak, not that i didn;t want to. I tried, but no words came out. My mind was still numb. I got dragged over some floors, hard cold floors, and then thrown into a very small stone box, i'd say it was bigger than one by one by one.. forcing my to roll myself up. The walls where rough, it felt like glass splinter yet the ground was very soft and comfortable.It wasn't long before i realised it wasn't as comfortable as i though it would be... i seem to be sinking into the spoungy like substance! I needed to keep moving to keep myself from "drowning". But i couldn't!! I had no strenght left but...
One hour passed... four ours passed, my limbs where screaming But i couldn't give up! Out of instinct.. as my mind was still "Disabled" i kept moving against my will. 16 hours passed...
My limbs couldn't go anymore... they just stopped, paralized one by one. First my finger, my hand, arm... legs... i couldn't move anymore....
Just when i thought i couldnt get more terror in my heart... I was going to die.. Slowly, suphocating in this spounge... Slowly, inch by inch i got drawn in... trying to keep my nose up... till it vanished into the spounge.. I couldn't breath... My lounges were stopping... My heart didn't had anything to pump anymore. But then... in my last microsecond of life i saw.. i felt my sanity coming back and to my shock i felt happiness, anger, sadness and love at the same time. I saw the face of the screaming and begging woman, the face of the little boy she was holding... I died.. with her face in my mind, my last thought... My wife and little boy...
yeah i'm for this, as evidenced by the bit i wrote for the create your own anime character thread (which i guess nobody is reading/or interested in) but yeah i def love to write and do as much as i can. hoping to post more this weekend for lumikki and my character and to start to develop on ongoing story.
i am interested in how everyone writes though...hoping it would be for the RPG that never got going, but if it's here, that's cool too. i'll read both later when i have a little time
I've done it all, from dramatised wargames into fictional accounts of the counters as if people. To erotic fiction the likes of which are unlikely to appear here :)
While not technically anime, currently I am a big fan of Hatsune Miku.
At least I can go see her in concert.
O.O I really like your writing style. It has this feeling of "neat" if that makes any sense. xD I would def like to read some more.
As for me, I haven't written anything for the past month now. I'm not really in a block, but for some reason I can't find myself writing the next chapter. But I'm hoping to get back into it once this semester is over.
I wasn't so much making this an RPG recruitment topic or a general open story, but more so something for me to write about, with some input from everyone on a setting, characters, etc. Maybe something that I can write about weekly or daily depending on how well people respond to this.
Very nice! My personal opinion is that I don't really like to write in 1st person. It makes it seem too...how can I put this...forceful? Like you're telling someone how to read a story instead of letting them feel like they are experiencing the story. The writing style by no means makes your writing bad, on the contrary like I said it was very good. I've just always wrote in 3rd person and it's kinda weird seeing a 1st person perspective. Many thanks for the sharing. :)
well first i was just kinda subtley hinting and hoping people would see this and participate in that too and giving proof that i enjoy writing etc.
but on the other hand, i would hope you would welcome (as you seemed to with Kaito) others participating in original writing in this thread as well, bc i think it's a great idea! you can still have your own ongoing story in this thread for people to follow as well as others to write in as well. it would be like a literary magazine that way.
Oh I have no reason to turn someone away if they want to place their stories in this thread. If I came off that way that's not what I meant. I just merely said that I would be writing my own story. I have nothing against competitively writing, I honestly encourage it since competition always makes you better with whatever you're doing. I think I misunderstood what your intentions were with your other post. My mistake!
I've got a story I've been working on for quite a while now, finally have the whole plot mapped out, which is very exciting. Yesterday one of my friends on Solia helped me turn in it into what looks like it'll be a cool RP (if we ever get enough people to join)
I used to write poetry, but I really haven't in a long time. Now I just stick to story bits.
Okay for some reason listening to dubstep with a little Crown Royal in my system gets me in the mindset to write. So I'm just going to start writing and see what happens. Hopefully it's not too bad.
The wind slowly caressed his chest as the grass swayed too and fro in a rhythmic motion in time with the softness of the summer breeze. Small insects could be seen skittering through the lush green grass trying to stay alive by praying on the land. Much like he had been doing for the better part of his life. There was nothing better than wandering around alone living off yourself and your surroundings.
The unknown man's chest expanded and contracted in time with the swaying grass in the meadow. It was a slow deep methodical breathing meant to enjoy everything that was offered to his senses. The fresh smell of earth clung to his nostrils as the sweet smell of the summer breeze washed over his body again. This was heaven. A momentary release from the hellacious rigors of daily life. As much fun as wandering the land and living off one self was, there were dangers that were always present. Some from wildlife and others from the travelers that one comes across that seem to be friendly, but in reality turn out to be those only willing to help themselves. Help themselves by any means and through any way possible.
His soft eyelids slid ever so slowly open as the sun shone through the weeping willow and streaked across his relaxed body. It was midday, and the bright ball of light was near high noon. The temperature couldn't be any worse. What looked like ponds of water on the road were mere illusions created by the refraction of the sun shining so intensely on the ground. One could be easily fooled into thinking that salvation lay only a few yards away, only to be on an endless chase towards something that didn't exist.
A deep breath filled the man's lungs as he rose from his napping position and came to rest with his forearms on his knees in a sort of Indian-styled sitting style. He exhaled his pent up breath into the scorching summer heat as his eyes scanned the horizon for any sort of landmark. After a short while of looking around to gather where he was a column of greyish black smoke was making its way towards the clouds. At the base of this column of smoke sat a small red brick cottage that had a silver tin roof.
"Fascinating," he muttered into the breeze.
Another deep breath was sucked in as he pushed off the ground to be able to stand. His hands brushed off the back of his grey short sleeved shirt as well as the ragged brown slacks he was wearing. Anyone could tell he was a wanderer. His clothes were not the best. There were holes in his knees as well as frays at the bottom of his pants to show that he had walked way too much. The only thing that looked half decent on the man were his shoes. Granted they looked weathered as well, they looked sturdy. A deep brown pair of leather hiking boots kept his feet a little too warm in the summer heat.
"Time to go meet my new friend," he chuckled to himself.
A calloused right hand brushed back the flowing red hair as the other hand scratched his muscular chest. The unknown man slightly crouched as he finished taking care of the itch below his left breast. With a smirk on his face and a gleam in his eye the man disappeared with a small rush of wind that left a miniature vortex of grass where he once was. Within seconds and without a sound the man crossed the deep green meadow, passed over the rickety wooden fence and came to a abrupt stop with his back against the wall nearest to the door.
He placed his right first and left fist together ever so slowly and with a slight pained expression in his eye he ripped them apart in the blink of an eye. In the gap he had just created a blueish purple mass of something could be seen extending from back at his wrists and over his hands. They were bladed in concept, slightly transparent and very deadly looking. As his new claw like weapons were finished materializing the man moved to the offensive.
His motions could be best described as a fluid dance of death. He made no sound as his body turned and struck the door with a force that could not only crumple a door but possibly the wall attached to it as well. As the door splintered into a million pieces the man elegantly and swiftly made his way into the cramped cottage. Keep in mind that this all happened within the span of a single breath. Everything was chaos for a mere moment as he made his presence known to whoever was making this small cottage home. Fierce green eyes scanned the dimly lit room for any sign of life, but none could be found.
"Shit," he spat out.
Without hesitation he spun around only to meet a similarly blueish purple transparent scythe moments from decapitating his head. A small boy stood mere inches behind the man with a blank expression of no interest. No sound was made as the two stood back to back. The only thing that happened was a bead of sweat forming on the red haired man's brow as he sneered out into the summer meadow on the other side of the the shattered door. He gripped his fists instinctively and the small boy instantly increased the pressure of the scythe on the man's neck.
"Alright...ALRIGHT!" He stammered. His surprise turning to rage.
"Why have you come?" The small boy asked. The blank death like look in his eyes never faltering.
"Why should I tell you? You little bastard child." The red hair man spat out with disgust.
The boy did not falter in his stance, nor his attitude. He merely stared towards the wall with no relevant interest in his surroundings. The red haired man was becoming angrier with each passing second. Plans and formulas raced through his mind as each millisecond rolled over. With a slight twitch the man meant to roll into the scythe and away from it's deadly blade, but the boy was a step ahead of him. With one fluid motion he drove the scythe forwards with more power and grace than a charging bull elephant which sent a small sliver of crimson liquid dancing across the wall.
"Pathetic," me mumbled to himself.
The red haired man was in shock at what just happened. His eyes slowly rolled back into his skull as the strength left his legs and his body collapsed onto the floor with a dull thud. The young boy's left arm caught the falling head by the hair as if it was a toy. His right hand came around to the base of his catches neck. Two small circular depressions could be seen right above the sever line he had just created with his scythe. He dug into these fleshy crevasses with his fingers and extracted two dime size blueish purple pyramids.
"No wonder he was so weak. He only had two Siads." The young boy methodically recited.
With great care he placed one Siad into the crook of his right elbow and repeated the process with his left. The small pyramids sank into his arms with the greatest of ease as a silver line connected the two new additions to the 2 other crevasses present on each of his forearms. A slight gasp escaped the boys lips as knowledge, strength and experience cascaded into his body and brain. His veins expanded and his height extended to roughly 6'. He grew a stubby beard as the tips of his hair began to turn a slight reddish brown. The deathly stare he had been wearing was slowly ebbing away as the sun washed over the blood stained floor.
"I'll never get used to that," he shuttered.
Such was the way of life in Caprion. A life and death struggle for the substance known as "Siad". A blueish purple pyramid block like memory chip. Every living person on the planet had these in their bodies. Some more than others. Those who had the capacity to carry more Siads had the potential for greater things. Many humans hunted their fellow kin for the chance to steal their memory banks of knowledge, power and experience. For if one had the potential to house many Siads, one had the potential to become greater than themselves. For that reason alone humans didn't travel together. They were mostly nomadic creatures. Only the cowards and the rich traveled together. Not out of convenience, but fear and stubbornness.
The now newly aged young man sighed into the dusty cottage as he kicked aside the lifeless corpse of his recent attacker. His eyes came to rest on a small pot of boiling liquid. His dinner. A stew of various ingredients he had been preparing before the small scuffle had occurred. The young man sat down again upon the stool near the fireplace that he had been sitting on until moments ago. He then rested his chin on his hands and took in a deep breath as he appreciated the smell wafting towards him from the black pot.
"I can never simply have a quiet dinner. Something always has to interrupt me."
His eyes slid shut as he began to process the abundance of information he just ingested. The food would be done soon. The sun was at it's peak in the sky as a new day in the life of a Caprionian human came to a lull. The wind played with the splinters of wood in the door way as the grass swayed to the rhythm of the moving air. It was a surreal scene outside the cottage as the grey black smoke continued to drift skyward towards it's white brothers.
Hour and 45 minutes later...-_- part one is done! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Sadly, my buzz is gone so now I have to go to sleep. Goodnight!