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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 27The great battle of the fields of Galamar city, early spring of the three hundred and fifty third year, sixth era of the world.C.O.W: Chapter 27 by The-Monoblos
'Hell's wall' was an underestimate. Ten minutes to dawn and arrows flew through the air, blackening out the last of the moon's dregs of light. It seemed like the blackest of blacks and then, after what seemed an eternity of waiting, it hit. Over five dozen soldiers howled out in pain and, across the line, it was clear why. Arrow's pierced into people's bodies in every possibly conceivable place; one man had lost an eye where he lay dead and another's claim of fighting two days with a shaft through his testicle hadn't worked. One man had become something of a pincushion. He'd been killed in the first incoming volley with a single arrow through his intestines. As the soldiers on the wall found themselves regularly without shields they picked up whatever they could, including the bodies of the poor corpses. He now had five arrows embedded in various places
C.O.W: Chapter 28Tris awoke, knowing not how long it had been since the last thing he remembered. The last thing he could remember was the world being turned on its head as a Drár-Krogír-Norné had came out of seemingly nothing almost ending the lives of every man on the fields around Galamar. It hadn't felt like it was actually possible there was some sort of warped reality that the world had reverted to making no-one safe from anything. He felt like it was more than just Drár that was loose in the world now. He felt there were other things aswell, lurking, in their own habitats. He could remember thinking that something was building from out of the clouds above Galamar but what? Whatever it was couldn't be good. Tris also thought he felt something nearer to him. Then he remembered that he'd crashed into ancient tombs, could something possibly be raised up from the dead? He didn't trust his thoughts on the matter and looked around in all directions for a light. It was so darkC.O.W: Chapter 28 by The-Monoblos
C.O.W: Chapter 29Keila stood silently behind the red curtain's barring the way into her father's conference room. The commanders had arrived back less than a candlemark ago; their armour was stained and bloody and they had spoke of terrible things. It seemed clear that they had not expected the fight to be quite like it was, she had not been told what exactly happened but she could suspect things. Commander Tris had not returned with Moss and Harral and they didn't seem to answer questions about his whereabouts no matter how she had phrased the question. Commander Tris intrigued her to say the least, Keila could only remember the man as a fighter before he had arrived back in the city: during her time around him in the war he had never spoken about being married or having children. Maybe, as Tris had lost his first son when he was only two months old, he didn't like bringing up the subject? Maybe he didn't think in quite the same fashion about the prospect as she did, granted her mind now firmly restedC.O.W: Chapter 29 by The-Monoblos
C.O.W: Chapter 30Gaila and her daughter screamed and bent down to see the wound for themselves. Moss pushed himself off the ground and, as a guardsman came rushing in, Moss grabbed at the man's sword and pushed him back, not trusting anyone. Another guard ran in their direction from the other direction and Harral disarmed him and sent him packing. The cultist lay dead on the floor, his dismembered head still rolling looking upwards at Tris. The enveloping golden light flickered and shot out in all directions around him and what remaining people in the court room that didn't have a reason to stay now charged out of the door trying to save their lives. The light around Tris was growing brighter and larger as more time passed; slowly he was being dragged up into the air aswell. Moss could see red lines flashing across Tris's body but couldn't make out what they were as they zipped out of his sight as soon as he saw them. An excruciating noise protruded out from where Tris hung in the air and Keila hid behC.O.W: Chapter 30 by The-Monoblos
C.O.W: Chapter 32Tris stood out in the cold night air, peering from his viewpoint in the new makeshift guard barracks to where Marrik supposedly lay in the slums. The new barracks had been built extremely hastily since the revolts in the slums which, in truth, were still going on. The bulk of the riots had stopped with the return of military order to the city's slums however in some areas the thugs still roamed freely destroying and looting what they could. It was only fitting Tris thought that the areas which they still rioted are around where Herrier was killed and where Marrik supposedly is now, He thought to himself as he tried to recall hat people had told him about Marrik, not having been around when the man had entered the city years ago. He calls himself a lord but in reality the only he's lord over are the mercenaries and whores in the slums. He was apparently the one to attack Madame Murrier's brothel finding out where it was in the process and will surely be looking to repeat the feat in finC.O.W: Chapter 32 by The-Monoblos
C.O.W: Chapter 33The second battle of the city Galamar, spring of the year three hundred and fifty three, sixth era. Also known as the battle of the Galamar uprising.C.O.W: Chapter 33 by The-Monoblos
Pernal rode along the line on his dark bay horse slowly. Ferrial was trotting his horse closer to the gates and, when the gates opened from the inside, they would storm the city like there was no tomorrow. Ferrial had found a break in the Valiquen lines and had led two hundred cavalrymen through the gap. He had captured some refugee's who were native from Galamar and dragged them close to a farm which had been put to the torch during the first battle. There, they had claimed in an attempt to save their lives, there was a tunnel system which, if followed correctly, led to a gatehouse on Pernal's side of the city.
It was foggy which held their numbers well to anyone who might be watching. Spread out across their line in various places were torches in the dim light so close to the dawn. The torches also gave the impression that there were mu
C.O.W: Chapter 34Madame Murrier smiled to herself as one of her girls led another man away by his hand. More money for the coffers; and the men know there's always a place to come with their deaths so close now. Five days had passed since commander Moss had heard the news about Galamar, meaning that they were now next. She wasn't afraid though, commander Moss was pulling troops from everywhere across the country to barracks inside the city confines, her girls had more work than ever going into the different city barracks that there was still a slight smile on her face every day. The weather aswell had taken a distinct turn for the worse aswell as if it too suspected the end to be nigh. The sun hadn't shown its head for three days and clouds started to brew up over the city, at first they hadn't been too bad but now, wherever you went in the city, they could not be avoided. She didn't see the commander too much and whenever she did she was careful to cover tracks, always going to the palace district andC.O.W: Chapter 34 by The-Monoblos
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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