Daily Freewrite - The Day They Came

The day they came was one marred by scars that will last for generations. The marks that they left behind will endure through the ages. They - in their absurd sense of entitlement - landed their ships down, and began plundering what they could from us. Their planet had died out and so they thought the forceful colonization of our world would save them. At first we welcomed them with open arms and treated them with hospitality aligned with the customs of our people. But in their greed, they began razing our forests to the ground, reducing our quarries to rubble, mining our ore out, and drinking our seas dry. All in the name of "helping" our people they committed these atrocities. They enslaved my sons and daughters for labor and serving, and slaughtered my brothers and sisters to instill fear. They repaid our outstretched hand with an iron fist. I now know what happened to their world. They were the ones who destroyed their world, and they were the ones now destroying ours. We will rise up, my brothers. We must, if future generations are to live in peace. We will drive the humans out.

My Future House

I want to write in an environment like this. When I am a wealthy man - yes it's going to happen - I will own a house with a great deal of book shelves, hearths, couches, and small enclosed spaces. Most of all, away from the city. There is nothing better than writing in the company of nature that God created. Ideas are brought forth that you wouldn't even believe you had. As a wise man once said "She will be mine, oh yes, she will be mine," - Wayne from Wayne's World. This will come to pass.

Daily Freewrite - The Lie

We just wanted to know what really happened. They always told us that becoming pregnant was a horrible thing to happen and we had to be purged of a horrible condition. I HAD to know what really happened for I had never believed those lies they told us. My mother had told me stories of the old days, before the Regime took over and changed everything forever. She said that I wasn't grown in a vat like all young humans, but rather birthed from my mother's womb. She said the the birth of a baby into the world was a beautiful thing, and that it was another thing that the Regime destroyed in their lust for power. The lie they told us all was that women becoming pregnant meant death unless treated. Years after my mother was killed by enforcers of the Regime, I was assigned a partner. He was good to me, as far as male partners went. We did our duties and took care of our hovel. We became quite close and so I made my unique proposal to him. I wanted to become pregnant and wait until the end to see if the regime was right and I would die, or they were wrong and

I would give birth to a baby. I eventually did become pregnant and did wait until the end. In secret, I gave birth and was forced to hide my baby boy from the enforcers. I failed. They took him from me, and now here I hang, awaiting my execution for treason. They killed my child and now they are going to kill me. It was all worth it. That brief amount of time that I had a child of my own was the most beautiful time I had experienced. The Regime has destroyed the race of man and whatever was considered good has been wiped off the face of existence. They deserve only the worst end. Someone has to do something, humanity must end them if happiness is to once again be enjoyed by all. My life is coming to an end, but hope must continue if the Regime is to be destroyed and humanity is to live again. They're here...

Darcy Oake's jaw-dropping dove illusions | Britain's Got Talent 2014

This is nuts.

Daily Freewrite - Ten Days Away - Adven Short Story

We were still ten days away. Ten days from our goal. Broken, in disrepair, hungry and thirsty, me and the war-bot WB-74 had no choice but to trudge on in search of this mysterious radio signal we had picked up. About ten days from our position was a supposed command post, the last Advenian post on Ilos, offering extraction from this god-forsaken snowball. Danger abound, snow covered wildnerness, Hostile Zorganians everywhere, no supplies, and my only companion is a Juggernaut-class warbot. I lived for this shit. "Well, what do ya think ya pile of bolts, turn in for the night?" I said. WB straightened, looking around frantically. "DANGER---ZORGANIAN PATROL---COUNT AT 7 MAYBE MORE---IMMINENT DANGER---COMBAT PROTOCOLS ENGAGED." And with that he was gone over the snow bank to slaughter some poor saps who happened to be Zorganians. Uggh, Zorganians, horrible creatures. Green, ugly, warmongering little freaks is what they are. "Heh, I can hear their screams already." I followed the sound of death over the hills until I saw my trusty battle droid ripping the head off of the last Zorganian. "Have fun, big guy?" I asked. "AFFIRMATIVE HUMAN---MUST CONTINUE ON COURSE---IF WE ARE TO REACH--- COORDINATES 7-4-9-0--- IN TEN DAYS." "Heh, but first I need some sleep." "AFFIRMATIVE HUMAN--- POWERING DOWN." The next morning we awoke and continued. "Of all the planets I've been deployed to, this has gotta be the worst." I said. WB remained silent. Days passed as we continued trekking through the snow, endless snow. We neared the command centre. I crossed over yet another snow bank and I saw the base. "Finally we can get off this rock," I said. I made a move to sprint down the hill when, out of nowhere, pain in my leg. I collapsed. I could recognize the sound of the blast that hit my leg. Zorganian sniper. Two Zorganian dropships arrived on the scene. WB-74, the brave fool, charged and leapt onto one bringing it down. I thought, just for a second, that we might get through this alive. My hopes were dashed when the other ship fired torpedoes at my companion, utterly obliterating him. They turned their sights on me. The command centre transmissions were a trap put in place to lure survivors into thinking they could escape this fight. Who was I kidding, The Advenian Federation abandoned this place right after the offensive failed. They left me for dead. The Zorganians firmly held this system, and I was never going home. Well, I had had a good run anyway. The dropship aimed, and fired.

Daily Freewrite - My Dream

So I had this incredibly terrifying dream last night and I am now going to attempt to adapt it into a story

Do you really want to know what happened last week? Heh, I really don't think you do. My brother is gone! Where? I have absolutely no damn idea! Now, what if I told you that ghosts and ghouls exist? Would you believe me? Well, there is something of that nature at the school that has always lurked in the darkness. Whether you're superstitious or not, I know I'm not, it's there. My brothers disappearance proves it. How this thing came to be at our little Christian school is beyond me. Wow, you still really want to know eh? Well fine, I'll tell ya. A couple of my buddies and I decided to go and fool around at the school last Friday. My brother tagged along. It was about 1:00am when we got there. We drove through the parking lot into the main courtyard of the school ground. The lights had been turned off for the weekend and the faculty had long since left. Something about the school gave me a sick feeling. There seemed to be a grotesque silence as we got out of the car and began walking around. I use the word grotesque because it was a silence that I'd never heard before. It put me in such a mood as I had never been in: one of no hope. Yea that's it, it was a silence that permeated my skin with a sense of no future, an end to all I had known. These negative feelings also made me think someone or something was watching us. But I shrugged it off and passed it as paranoia from my excessive consumption of horror movie viewing. I ignored my "paranoia" and began to walk around the grounds to see what we could see in the late hours of night. We laughed and joked about how creepy it was, all trying to ignore the same feelings of darkness we all felt. After awhile of looking around, we headed back to the car to just hangout. We all felt unnerved but didn't want to admit it. 20 minutes or so passed and we spent it just talking about school and graduation and such, when all of a sudden my brother said "did you guys hear that? Wow, that's beautiful." We all burst out laughing at how ridiculous my brother was looking and acting. Thinking about it now, the petrified look on his face will haunt me for the rest of my life, but I thought nothing of it at the time. "It's coming from over there." He said while pointing towards the schools playground. He began to meander towards the playground and was starting to freak me out. My friends obviously felt the same way. "Dude, what's wrong with you?" we all said. As my brother Jake neared the playground, a figure stepped out from around the corner of a portable. I couldn't make out who it was, it was too dark. Now I realize, it wasn't too dark, the man had no face. I became indescribably nervous as jake stopped a metre away from the figure. The thing touched my brothers shoulder and he collapsed. The thing stared down at his crumpled body, and if it had a face, it looked hungry. "Jake!" I yelled as I made a move to help my brother. The creature cracked its neck up to stare at me. I now saw that it had two eyes, two soulless, devilish, psychopathic eyes. It began walking towards us at a very fast pace. It opened a previously non-existent mouth to reveal a widened maw of yellowish teeth, and let out a hellish screech. We had to leave. Yelling in raw terror, me and my friends piled into the car and sped off, the thing following behind. We raced down the school driveway and I looked back to see the thing standing, at the top of the hill, waving goodbye. We returned the next morning to see no sign of Jake. What he heard and what that creature has done to him I might never know. But I do know this, I won't rest until I see that thing destroyed. Well you wanted to know, so there you have it. That's what I did last Friday.

pretty terrifying dream, to anyone who read this, let me know if it instilled fear inside you. I hope it did lol

CM

Daily Post - Late Night Writing

Oh the joys of turning an imaginary world you conceived as a child into a Sci-Fi thriller/drama. I truly get my best ideas at night. Hashed a pretty intense backstory in which earth is obliterated, leaving the two human colonies that it created to fend for themselves in a galaxy of technologically advanced, homicidal maniacs. Dark but oh so intense. Aside from humans, I've created 3 other humanoid species, one of which I made when I was 8. One race reminds me totally of the Kaminoans from Star Wars. I have all the material in my head from when I was a kid, the hard part is adapting it into a story for young adults. This will be a continuing project. With that said, men and giants has been pushed to the side for the time being. I'll post more updates on this project as they become available.

Eight Rules for Writing Fiction

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At That Hour by James Joyce

At that hour when all things have repose,
O lonely watcher of the skies,
Do you hear the night wind and the sighs
Of harps playing unto Love to unclose
The pale gates of sunrise?

When all things repose, do you alone
Awake to hear the sweet harps play
To Love before him on his way,
And the night wind answering in antiphon
Till night is overgone?

Play on, invisible harps, unto Love,
Whose way in heaven is aglow
At that hour when soft lights come and go,
Soft sweet music in the air above
And in the earth below. 

James Joyce



Pretty cool poem

Call of Cthulhu

Going to read it tonight.

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Daily Freewrite - Star Wars FanFic - The 501st Legion

We had just one mission. One mission given to us by Lord Vader himself. He sent us to our doom. Ever since Order 66 had been issued, the 501st had been shuttled around the galaxy at Vader's whim. The galaxy began referring to us as Vader's Fist, a name that I bore proudly. I served along Vader in the Clone Wars when he had been Anakin Skywalker, I had stood by his side in Operation: Knightfall where I personally killed dozens of Jedi, and I have survived some of the most brutal encounters under Vader's command. After all we had been through, him and my men, he left us out to die as if we were expendable droids. Our mandate was simple, capture a rogue Jedi who was hiding on Geonosis. I remember this planet well. This was where I got my first taste of war. My friends were slaughtered by separatist battle droids all around me and I could only press forward. Now, I led a squad of stormtroopers that was placed under my command and we were dropped on the ground with the rest of the troops. There were very few clones left in the Imperial Military let alone the 501st. My squad was mostly made up of green recruits from Coruscant who had never seen violence of any kind in their entire lives. Only me, and one other veteran from the Clone Wars were experienced soldiers. We rushed into the cave system where we believed the Jedi was hiding. Over 200 men rushed in to take him believing this to be just another routine Jedi hunt. Were we ever wrong. This Jedi was none other than the clone of Galen Marek, the old apprentice of Vader himself. We didn't stand a chance against the raw power at Marek's fingertips. He slaughtered our men by the droves. I now sit here clutching my chest, all 199 other troopers lay dead around me. Vader knew of this and he didn't tell us. Our onslaught left Marek weary and tired. There he stood about 15 meters from me, back to me. This was my chance. I drew my blaster, and aimed. All of a sudden, the weapon was forced from my hand in one swift motion. I spun around and so did Marek. There standing in the entrance to the cave was Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith. He approached me and said "Your service will not be needed, Commander." He then moved towards the tired Clone of his old apprentice. The clone charged Vader but, as if effortlessly, The Sith lifted Galen into the air and began to choke the life out of him. "I have searched for a long time, and now I finally have you once again, my young apprentice." In a last ditch effort to escape, Marek released a wave of force energy that knocked Vader to his knees and knocked me out. I awoke and saw no sign of the clone nor Vader. I was alone, lying amongst the bodies of the dead 501st legion. My final minutes are now passing. Vader betrayed us.. betrayed me.


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Darth Bane:Path of Destruction [Audiobook] Part 1/4

Started listening to this.

Daily Freewrite - Glimpse into the Mind of a Madman - April 13, 2014

The human mind is quite an oddity, isn't it. It houses all of our emotions, traits, and reasons. Happiness, joy, anger, hatred, all are contained within it's pulsating mass. Each different from the other, we wallow in our own personal feelings and needs to do what we do. For most, the mind is used to the effectiveness it was designed for, while others do not share in that same trait. Others are slaves to the torments of the past, relishing in a thirst for vengeance and the will to dominate. As the human mind is an oddity, so too, am I. My mind cares nothing for good nor does it wish to sew chaos. Rather, it longs for self destruction. I feel my mind tearing itself apart from within. It seeks my downfall, and will not rest until I have descended into the deepest, darkest reaches of my insanity. It will not win but I will by my sheer force of will. They all think I am broken, yet they are the ones who are broken. They go about their lives believing they are fighting for a cause whether it be good or evil, all trying to further their own goals and dreams. How naive can they be. Sense of purpose is a lie, the only true path to prosperity is through madness. The road of insanity is one of trial and tribulation and breaks the will of many who experience it. But eventually the sudden realization dawns: light and darkness do not exist, there is only the void. The void that exists inside of my head that even now threatens to bring me down. To whoever reads this, remember just one thing: I may be locked up inside this facility because I was deemed unfit to live in a "socialized" manner and too loony to live a "normal" life. But know this, you are the one who lives in ignorance, believing me to be the crazy one. I have found true bliss in what has happened to my crumbling mind. My hatred will burn through the depths until I have my vengeance for what you've done to me. You will know my name in the end...

- The journal of Robert Dour, found inside his cell after dying of and unknown cause


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Daily Post - April 6, 2014 - Men and Giants: different approach

I've decided to have another go at rewriting men and giants. I feel as though I spend too much time describing the setting from Rowan's perspective especially. It just isn't practical. In his situations he wouldn't be telling the "reader" about his surroundings, he'd be thinking about the event at hand. Anyways, I'm basically going to rework what I have thus far and will continue to post progress on that.

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Daily Freewrite - April 3, 2014

A poem I wrote in English today.

Paths

All paths are unsure
All paths are narrow
Yet one thing is certain
All end in barrows

Some paths are brave
Some paths are rash
Some end in graves
Some end in ash

Ascending to heaven
Or the descent into hell
But if choices made right
All will be well

My Future Study

This will be mine.

Daily Post - April 2, 2014

Life's been pretty busy lately with school and stuff. New idea for a long term project took root the other day so my main focus is on that. Freewrites will become scarce for the next little while. I'll get back on the horse with that eventually so not to worry to my few viewers. As grade 12 comes to a close, I hope to kick my career into high gear in writing. Well those are my thoughts for today, and I will continue to try to post as many freewrites as i can.


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