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retched red against flow of battle
 Koichi · Fri Apr 22, 2011 @ 11:39am · 0 Comments |
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A club. Loud bands. There is a crowd, and amidst it the undeniable twist of bodies to the music around a caged bird.
Fun. Funfunfun. These thoughts crossed the birds mind. It strutted ironically in its confines as the bodies danced around it. Chirrups were covered by the people and their cacophony of sound.
Fun. No. nonono. This is not fun, thought the bird as it panicked. Bodies drew closer and suddenly the birds vision went haywire. It saw delusions of people wielding curved weapons. Heart quickened and wings spread out. Limbs moved and the cage rattled.
Not fun. Notnotnot! The being chirruped again and then the bars of the cage broke apart. People moved closer as if to kill and the bird's hands reached as six wings flared. The bird took flight, crooked teeth biting, tearing at flesh while hands dismantled what they could touch. Beating feathers burned the air and people caught fire. Someone had swords.
Die. Diediedie! Two swords were stolen as the bird swooped, and blades were used to kill people.
It was a blood bath from hell. The bird escaped.
Koichi · Fri Jan 19, 2007 @ 06:24am · 0 Comments |
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For the week of dec 24th (exactly two pages) |
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Once upon a time there was a magical land of bag-headed freaks! It was a simple society where you were either bad or good.
The land was split up in two parts so that these people could forever live in 'harmony'. One side, which bore riches and shining goodness, was prosperous and lively with the 'good' share of people. The other suffered from desperation, famine, bad crops and over all laziness and badness.
Years passed as the societies eventually came together; the bad one wanted the riches of the good one. The good did not believe in fighting, and taking the way of monks they did their best to talk things out. However, the bad side said 'no, we need better resources than you are allowing us. Our truce is off and we will begin our attack tomorrow at noon'.
Rattled by this news, the good people forced the bad people to leave so they could prepare. Unbeknownst to them, however, the bad people had no intent on waiting so long to attack. Four hours before noon they began their invasion that next day. The good people were overthrown and could do very little to stop the badness from seeping in...
Domo was a special kid. He was the only one in his society to ever be born with the domo face. Everyone else had frownies or big eyes or angry faces, not his delightfully dominating appearance, and thus he was always made fun of it. He'd been born on the bad side but for some reason he just couldn't find himself fitting in. Bullied and picked on, he often yearned to go to the good kingdom where he knew he'd be better off. Although there was impending doom sure to come to the radiant good side, he still wanted to support them, but he also knew that his community was suffering from great losses. Of course, it very well was his countries fault for abusing the resources, but he still felt pity. It was simply in his nature.
From the age of ten he began to try and help resolve his communities problems. They tore him down and hit him, beat on him and called him stupid. This hardened his soul and he began to grow mad. The only way he could get his peoples attention was by doing something rash and enormous.
The war came. He'd managed to stand himself up on the tallest building he could find as the people struggled below him and fought, and looking over them all, his jagged teeth showing as always, he felt remorse. Would this be his end? Grabbing his shoulders he shivered. It was time to act.
The war was savage. The good people could not resist well enough; they were unprepared and untrained to fight and defend. Their losses piled up and the blood shed was enormous on their side. The bad were having fun slaughtering with their weapons they'd constructed just for killing; bows, spears, swords and cannons. It was devastating. Yet among all of the havoc someone had climbed to the tallest building. A boy of around seventeen, his teeth jagged and his eyes mocking, glared down at the war.
People began to stop fighting to look at what he was going to do. Was he friend or foe? Who's side would he attack? Would he jump?
Domo's voice rang out over the field. "People of this world, please do not fight. I know we have differences but why cant we all just get along? It was wrong for people to be separated by 'good' or 'bad'. There is no such thing as those titles! You only became what you thought you had to be, so please stop!"
His words rang loud and clear over the screams and cries of people. Half of the world was looking up at him now. A seventeen year old, dressed in skirt and pants. He didn't look so impressive.
One of the spectators screamed "TRAITOR" and began to shake the building down. It was obvious that all these people wanted now was death and destruction. Even the good side was going desperate. Neither side liked the words of the boy on the tall building, so both sides joined together to topple the building over. The boy fell. It was inevitable.
Domo was shocked. He could not believe that his words had brought them all together--but to kill him! He felt so wrong and betrayed. His final thoughts as he fell from skies was that there should be peace or nothing. If people would not listen to reason, they did not deserve to exist. With a crunch, his body met the ground and he died quickly. There was no pain, there was no fear.
God had heard his thoughts. Some wicked God that showed no mercy to the boys words. Rising his soul up into the Heavens he sent the boy back to earth as neither demon nor angel, but a thing of death. Far worse than either or.
Swooping from the heavens, a tail of metal and a halo that was pitch black, small metallic wings mounted on his back, he screeched. The only thing in his mind now was slaughter. It was trained into him like a wild beast that had been wounded and surrounded. People fell as he snapped their necks, tore off ligaments and slaughtered those from the good side and the bad side..
People panicked. They weren’t exactly sure if it was right to kill the boy, but time was short. Clouds had begun to build and acid rain was falling. God was crying at them all as they continued still to fight. Someone had come from the skies and began to attack both sides. People fell, bleeding and dead as the being struck lightning quick from seemingly all angles. It wasn't long before not many remained, and those smart enough began to run.
Domo was excited! He was the angel of death and people feared him. They were running now. He'd totaled most of the survivors from the war and now all he could see were scattered remnants. He struck them down one at a time, as if they were his game and he a hunter. When finally one family remained, he showed no mercy. The female looked at him as she died and cried out 'Domo, I'm sorry!'
That was when he faltered. Domo was his name. He'd... killed his mother! Staggering backwards he let off a curdled howling shrill into the acid rains. Was this what God wanted? Death to both nations? He remembered his death and his final wishes. The latter had most certainly been granted.. He felt terrible.
Yet even so, there were other survivors. Those who had fled from the beginning. They fled to far off lands and made new homes. They made the one who was neither angel nor devil a myth of lore. A sad being who traveled the lands seeking vengeance for his own bloodied hands.
Domo was a legend, sad as it was. He began to forever hate life, and because of his sins he could go to neither Heaven or Hell. Stuck in purgatory, which was middle earth, he longed for companionship but never received it...
Koichi · Wed Dec 20, 2006 @ 11:11pm · 1 Comments |
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