Since nothing interesting enough to write about has been happening lately, I have decided to go digging through my archives again. I laughed when I looked at this short story I wrote in 9th grade, so I figured I would go ahead and post it for the public.
The two, father and son, Bremen and Xander, walk to their home. The soil gave way to their step, it was damp and soft after the rains endured the week prior. Saturated, the air was filled by the bouquet of plant life.
“Son, Xander, your mother and I decided to sponsor you though the Athrene Academy,” Bremen said.
“But, father, the cost I though that,” Xander said.
“Ah, yes I know, ever since you were a young boy we knew this was your destiny. So we have saved a scrimped. You will become a master,” Bremen said proudly to his son.
Full of excitement Xander dashed to their home. It was a modest merchant’s house. As much as could be expected from a man who didn’t do much traveling. Every night the table was set and dinner placed like clockwork. With a few rooms and a warming atmosphere it suited there lives perfectly.
“Mother! Mother! Father told me the excellent news! I am going to be a mage, my life long dream!” jumping and dancing Xander shouted as he moved through the house.
“I am going to tell Iris! Ha-ha…” his voice and laughter fade into the distance as he runs into the village.
Moist and still, the forest surrounded Xander as he walked to the nearest village. “Argo” they called it. He desired to visit a girl he fancied, to tell her the wonderful news about his departure. As he entered the village everything was still. The narrow slit of sunlight illuminating from the horizon cast an ever-slight highlight that radiated from the edges of the buildings.
“Strange,” Xander thought to himself, he knew he was out late, but there are always at least five people walking the streets of Argo. Not even a traveling merchant’s guard stalked the streets.
Not a breeze stirred the sticky air. Slowly, now much more disturbed by the silence, the anger grew. Xander approached the house of Iris, the girl he favored.
All the doors of every build are sealed tightly. The windowsills as well allowed no light to pass through. Not a single plume of smoke ascending from any chimney.
“Something is amiss, I can feel a disturbance, down to my bones,” Xander quietly vociferated.
An individual whine, which would normally go unnoticed, shattered the silence. Instantly Xander turned, prepared for anything. Through the small slit of the parted door eyes appeared, completely glazed over, but still with a haunting spark.
“Iris?” Xander mouthed silently.
The door exploded outward as Iris spilled out, sprinting towards Xander. Her face pale blue and tears steamed down her cheeks.
“Xander, they are all gone, everyone in the town!” she cries as she approached him.
“Gone? How can that be?” Xander questioned in his mind. His thoughts were then answered.
Directly behind Iris the dirt road exploded into the air. Patches of sand shot forth in every direction, creating a shroud of airborne sand. A vile creature—not man, but not other—emerged, it consists of liquid flowing metal, silently it stepped forth. Narrow jagged tentacles jutted out at tremendous speed bit by bit tearing flesh from Iris’ body. Her bones were stripped clean without stopping her momentum. With a wet clunk her skull slammed into Xander’s chest. Without pause the creature began to collect the path of bones leading to Xander.
Racing, Xander’s mind sped though thousands of thoughts. He clenched the skull of the women he once knew. With a swell of power like rolling thunder he unleashes upon this creature an explosion of energy with such fury the Earth writhes and the air seethes. Pure violent light penetrated the creature, destroying what is left of it’s hollowed soul. Twirling with horrendous force the mist of sand and water shot into the heavens.
Only a solid metal statue of horror remains, lifeless. Within inches of Xander hundreds of the fine jagged tentacles surround him in every direction. With one last breath, Xander said his good bye, “NO!” the torrid scream shattered the metal creation. Shards drop to the ground cold and lifeless. The forest shivers and bucks against this ultimate fury.
Dropping to his knees, he ruthlessly pounded the ground until he had used all his energy. Slowly darkness enveloped his vision and mind as he slumped to the ground into a heap. The weariness finally pulled him into the realm of sleep.
A trickle of water, ever so slight tore Xander from the darkness. Gasping for air Xander’s arms explode out as he sits up violently, sending his mother reeling across the room.
“What’s going on?” Bremen shouts as he bursts through the down way.
Observing the situation he saw his wife crumpled in a heap on the floor and his son leaping from his bed, struggling for air. Bremen stood, completely befuddled.
Catching a glimpse of his father’s shadow the world instantly became clear.
you should keep going with these “posts”. you are jjafuller and the internet needs more of your insane stories :-p
I finally saw this movie on HBO last night, I thought it sucked. And I am a die hard Spielburg/Cruise fan. Just sucked. Bad acting, bad all around.