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The New World: Chapter 10Religion, or whatever people believe in, is an interesting thing because it requires people to believe what they’re told. Knowledge is control over the masses. There are many cases in which control is quite forceful but religion, it would seem, is not one of these cases. People want to believe in it; not strictly believe exactly what they’re told perhaps but there are elements in sermons and preaches that adhere to what we truly want to believe in. That there is something more to life.The New World: Chapter 10 by The-Monoblos
A study on the condition of being human
December, 2E.1064; on an island in the Vimé lagoon
The mist hung in the air and shrouded the vision of the horse clip-clopping its way towards the end of the long forgotten road. The rider covered his face with his hand, trying to hide the stench of the lagoon from his nose. Although the mist covered it up well the lagoon itself was not far from the side of the road. The rider could in fact
The New World: Chapter 9“For years I hunted down those bastards, getting closer and closer, and then they’d vanish I’d have to start all over again. At times it would seem hopeless and I would return home, to Léo, to Caterina. And then everything would be better again.”The New World: Chapter 9 by The-Monoblos
Hassan of the House of Allarror
December, 2E.1057; the home of Gian Regaino, in the town of Léo.
“When is dad’s ship getting in uncle Gian?”
“Caterina, you know how much Hassan doesn’t like it when you call him ‘dad’.”
“Hassan doesn’t like it when I call him dad, and he knows that I don’t like it when you two call me Caterina. It’s hypo… hypo…”
“Hypocritical?” Gian prompted. He sighed: some arguments you just can’t win he decided.
Why Hassan had told her she was never actually named he would never know. Hassan
The New World: Chapter 8The subject, or the protagonist, of a story, is often referred to as being the character subjected to the story. And the story gives them an arc to play out, a journey to undergo. However, we create stories in our lives with ourselves as protagonists, and we interact with hundreds of other stories going on at the same time – those of other people. A story of fiction then, that we may ground ourselves in, also takes in this level of interaction and merging together. This means that we may find a number of protagonists to the stories we tell. Know then that an antagonist (a person or force who represents a direct contradiction to the success of a story) in one story is still the protagonist of his own story and deserves no less or no more respect than any and all other characters’ own stories.The New World: Chapter 8 by The-Monoblos
An analysis of myths and legends
September, 2E.1048; somewhere in the Great Channel of the new world.
The sea made the boat r
The New World: Chapter 7Following the death of Emperor Victor Francisco in 2E.1048 the imperial courts went into meltdown. After the death of a revolutionary who had left no heir, the empire was in dire straits – a regency council was declared (said council would later take full power) but it was across the burning sea in the new continent where the empire truly lost control. It was now that the new world gained its second name – the name still used by inhabitants of Vimé and Rialto today – The Independence States.The New World: Chapter 7 by The-Monoblos
Imperial historian Anna Avana
One-hundred years on; The life of Victor Francisco
Politics is solely for the politicians. Unfortunately its effects are for everyone else.
Graffiti on the walls of an imperial academy
August, 2E.1048; in the courts of Vimé; capital of the old empire.
The courts had clambered, had shook, and had fallen into pieces following the death of Emperor Victor Francisco, the first and last Emperor of h
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C.O.W: Chapter 4Crickets made sharp, high pitched annoying noises in the background as they slept. They were in a farmer's stable who had been kind enough to lend a place to sleep to a man who had just killed, supposedly, five men of the Harrillen army. Kahlan couldn't stand the constant sound, it got on her nerves and just wouldn't stop. She held her new dress close, she had finally won over Tris after a quarter of hour of arguing and had gained a green silk dress out of the day. Tris was asleep, as was the man who was clearly drunk out of his mind, the drunk snored loudly and seemingly demanded as much hatred of his snoring as the cricket's did for their noise. How could Tris stand the infuriating sound? She knew she could not. She looked over towards the man she had travelled here with, he knew neither where he was going nor telling her where he'd came from. All she knew was that he'd saved her life. Though he slept through the infernal racket in the air around him Tris didn't look like he was gettC.O.W: Chapter 4 by The-Monoblos
C.O.W: Chapter 5It had not been a dream, when Stella woke in the morning, still bound and gagged with blood over her face and much of her body she instantly remembered what she had gone through. She could feel herself moving, yes she remembered she was in some sort of cart, it made little difference though where she was. Life was not worth the time to live any more, it was a cruel world, and to make it worse, she didn't know where the man, Herrier, even came from or where he was dragging her now. She could feel the weight of who knew how many bales of hay on top of her and when she tried to breathe found that she could not. Instead all she could feel in her mouth was dry straw. She spat it out, inadvertently making a coughing noise at the same time, being under all that hay she could not see, nor could she smell anything and she could hear very little, just the sound of gravel underneath the cart as it moved along a stony road. At first nothing happened then, quite some time later, she found itC.O.W: Chapter 5 by The-Monoblos
C.O.W: Chapter 6Two guards accompanied her as she left the palace, Malek and another man whom she knew as Datria. Datria was Rachel's brother and was a good laugh, after finding out that she was to have a bodyguard Keila had made every effort to have a bodyguard she trusted, it was also like that with Rachel. After the incident in the war that they had been through she thought it was only fair that it was the case. Rachel, scared after what happened in the last war, didn't want to lose touch with her family ever again and, with her brothers conscription to the army coming up she thought of a better use for him than going off to get killed. Even after the war had finished the kingdom of Valiquet still out their people into the army once they turned sixteen, revolutionists and marauding gangs roamed free in Sorset and, though many in Valiquet thought it should stay that way, to punish Sorset further, Moss thought differently. If these revolutionists had ever took the throne of Sorset then they would turC.O.W: Chapter 6 by The-Monoblos
C.O.W: Chapter 7 Battle of Gomatz, winter of the year three hundred and fifty two.C.O.W: Chapter 7 by The-Monoblos
'Get to the stables!' Tris shouted at the top of his voice as he turned on the spot and lashed out with his weapon. The broadsword tore through the soldiers chequered red and black tunic and the man crashed to the ground clutching a death wound where his kidneys used to be just seconds before. Sorset arrows whizzed overhead and at the far side of the square four Harrillen defenders dropped dead. Another soldier charged round the corner where a constant flow seemed to emerge from and with an almost vertical cut Tris left a gash on the soldiers face, killing him with a single strike. As the soldier hit the floor with a dull thud more arrows shot through the air, Tris was pulled backwards out of their way by one of the Harrillen soldiers. The Sorset battle line rumbled into a charge and, now within range of the Harrillen archers, they returned fire with vicious flurries of arrows and bolts. Near to where Tris stood
C.O.W: Chapter 8Herrier stormed down one of the main roads in Harrillen, just trying to stay one step ahead of everyone else was beginning to become a bit of a problem. It had Reisern back into the problem after being out of it for the last ten years. His own bad luck now meant that he had also got himself caught up in invasion territory whilst he spurred the horses for his cart to go faster than ever before. The whore would help him get even with everyone though, show that he was not to be troubled with. There was no other way he had told her in the nicest possible fashion, inside he gritted his teeth and thought about the ideas he would do to make her wish she'd never made those mistakes. How dare she stab him, it was unfathomable and not only her but her kind, the other whores, would die aswell in his wrath. He wondered if it was maybe too much to cut her throat and hang her from her neck in such a way that she would bleed out and the noose would not snap her neck instantly for the insult she had cC.O.W: Chapter 8 by The-Monoblos
C.O.W: Chapter 9Today was the day that he left his home, his kingdom, his people, to go to war in an attempt to hold back Sorset from Harrillen. How was he supposed to feel knowing that he might never return? How was anyone supposed to feel? He looked at himself in the mirror and tried to evaluate himself. He was just the same as any other man in reality, yes he was royalty and took the benefits that it gave him but really, truthfully out there on the battlefield he had the same chance of survival as any other person if he wasn't making himself more of a target.C.O.W: Chapter 9 by The-Monoblos
Prince Seneseral cleaned his hands in the washbasin as commander Moss knocked on the door. Seneseral knew it was Moss because he made five knocks that consisted of two short knocks followed by two long knocks and then finally a fifth short knock again. He had been preparing to eat a rather hastily put together meal on his behalf, something that until then he would say would turn out quite well. Seneseral had, of course, forgotten about
C.O.W: Chapter 10 Eve of the new year, three hundred and fifty two to three hundred and fifty three. Outskirt village Marin of the Harrillen palace city.C.O.W: Chapter 10 by The-Monoblos
Tris jumped to one side of the attack narrowly avoiding his assailants big fists by mere inches. Diving in from an almost squatting position and grabbing the back of his attackers face he slammed it into the stone wall of the chimney warming up the room he stood in. Drawing him back Tris watched as blood dribbled from his attackers nose. He slammed the man's face back into the chimney, then he rammed the man's face into it for a third time breaking the man's nose without doubt with a sickening crack that lingered in Tris's memory for a few, rare, seconds. Pulling him slightly back out into the open about a foot or two Tris raised his left hand up and curled it into a tight fist which he used to rub more pain into his attackers wounds as he laid into him inside the house's top floor. He pounded his fist against the man's, now weak, face time an
The Coming of War (2010-2011)
Originally released weekly over 36 installments for a local magazine to where I live, now exclusive to dA. The first of three novels (of which the second and third are currently in storage on the site).
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As you may know I moderate for #WriteRoom and have put up many prompts for their visitors to work on. For your benefit here they all are, if any more come aling they shall be added to this here list.
write a 2,000 word essay on the differences between the words there, their & they're, why? Because you're illiterate
Write a 2,000 word story on a day in the life of a chess piece, any chess piece
Write a 2,000 word story on how aspects of both communism and capitalism could change your life either for the better or the worse
You are in a high class dinner party but, leaving to go the gents room, or the ladies, a chandelier falls on top of you. In no less than 2,000 words describe how you get out of this situation and explain it to the host
You are falling down a never ending sinkhole, not able to get back up ever again in your life. In 2,000 words describe your feelings as you know you will never see your family/friends/loved ones again
You are a giant squid, living in the depths of oceans, one of the top predators in your habitat, but one day you wander away from home and, in 2,000 words, describe how you fare when coming up against other top predators of sharks and man'o'war jellyfish
The Mayan’s believed that the world is due to end on the 25th December 2012 (the best Christmas present ever (sarcasm)) but as all information they held has been destroyed we don't know how it is to happen. In 2,000 words write about the last day of the world
You lie in a bed, freshly cleaned and ready for you but it doesnt feel right, maybe its the countless wires sticking into your arm, the board on your right threatening to flatline or the really obnoxious nurse staring over you since the younger, good looking one went home after her shift finished two hours ago. Face it, you're in a hospital and you don't know what you've got
Squirrels, yes squirrels. The furry little critters, red and grey and killing each other. Recently though they have been fighting a war against the pigeons of the world, going so far as to Kamikaze bomb them from trees. The war between these two creatures, mainly considered vermin is your task to document as the sole thought of it takes up your entire mind. (Prompt added by *The-Monoblos)
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