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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
|Act 2 expected later in the year.|
C.O.W: Chapter 19A charred smell of something long burnt to the ground lingered in the air, as if an unclean bit of smoke desperately needing to be fanned away. Tris swept his hand through the air to draw in a breath that was not filled with dirty air clogging his lungs up. He had been told this path was one of the only safe ones out of the country, and the only one going to where he wanted Valiquet. Tris doubted that.C.O.W: Chapter 19 by The-Monoblos
His horse stood quietly to his side, nibbling away happily at the bag of oats given to it by Tris. Tris himself knelt beside one of the bodies; a slim figure that had been dumped on top of the burnt out building. The building still stood tall for well onto its third floor, a manor house maybe? he thought. The area closer to him had fallen on the ground in a mess, the body had been dumped on top of it and it had less burn marks, implying that it had been killed somewhere else and dumped on the burning building.
Stripped naked she was outstretched against a wooden door. Tris had see
C.O.W: Chapter 20 It had gone mid-afternoon when Herrier and Márriére strolled over a northerly bridge in the slums into what was indeed a small area. It wasn't cramped though, there was only a very little space to have been worked with anyway thus making the area incredibly efficient with space. A wall of granite sat against the back of it in two directions making Márriére think she was in the very north-western corner of the slums. Making a triangle the river flowed between points of the two walls. She had expected it to be muckier, dirtier than what she saw but then she realised then that the current was coming from the other districts and the river hadn't picked up the bad standard of living yet.C.O.W: Chapter 20 by The-Monoblos
It had taken a long two hours walk from the gate to get here, 'a sign of how big the city was' Márriére thought if this was just slums so far. Although it had gone midday the sun shone far harder, far more penetrating, than it had done before. Three build
C.O.W: Chapter 21"The first thing you should know Herrier about the situation back in the city is the name of the new guard captain put down to hold the slums in check. He's from the palace you see, a name you'll undoubtedly recognise captain Datria". Herrier looked up as soon as he heard the name. Datria. So the bastard had risen in rank had he? Now he was more than just a bodyguard to the princess; the last time they had met had got him reprimanded by commander Moss and a slap across the face from the princess which had stung for days. But Datria wasn't a fool, he knew the slums were dangerous, he'd have to be taken down very carefully.C.O.W: Chapter 21 by The-Monoblos
"We need a decoy then" Herrier said. "Lure him out into the slums, get him back to the Silver Chalice brothel and I'll kill him myself in single combat. But what to use as an acceptable bait? We can't just attack a brothel, he probably won't know about it and won't give it much thought either".
"He visit's us regularly at the barracks" Senra butted in but Herri
C.O.W: Chapter 22Tris knelt down on one knee, keeping the one knee up with his sword sheathed to it. His eyes stayed fixed on the mysterious thug whilst he used his peripheral vision in the darkness to first pick up the shackles and then, put his right hand through them. Holding the left one in place for him he repeated the process, when done lifting both arms up in the air. At that the thug moved in, still with the crossbow aimed to Tris's chest in one hand. With his other hand, his left hand, he tightened the screws on the shackles until it reached the point of just cutting into Tris's skin. Tris found however that he could still manuever his hands to a degree and he guessed that his opponent wouldn't pull an attack on him, in fear that Herrier would kill him for doing his work first. Tris stood up slowly and the thug raised an eyebrow, hastily the man raised his arms up high and sent them crashing into Tris's back flinging him onto the floor with his face down. This allowed Tris to see the thug cleaC.O.W: Chapter 22 by The-Monoblos
C.O.W: Chapter 23He raced along the tunnels, zipping through them with the help of the map he'd looted from another dead thug's corpse. In his left hand he held a torch, lit and burning happily to itself. The map also lay in his left hand. In his right hand was, outstretched, his steel broadsword. He only had three more turns to go until the passage ended, one right, then a left, then a final right for about two hundred metres according to the map's scale. Making the first of these turns he scooped up wet mud as he sprinted in the incredibly little armour he wore. Wooden pillars with torches on lit the way as this was one of the passages still outside the city gates. Wooden planks, in places, lined the ground, but the mud from up above had fallen down many a time for people to care about. Even from here, he could smell the river in the distance; it stank. In fact it didn't just stink at absolutely undeniably unfathomably stank. It was like all the sick in the slums, all the blood, all the diseases, theC.O.W: Chapter 23 by The-Monoblos
C.O.W: Chapter 24Herrier's corpse stank at Tris's feet, his blood sticking to the death weapon of his sword. The death wound was plainly obvious, he had been dismembered. His head lay facing up at Tris in what could be clearly seen as a sense of anger. Herrier had probably thought himself invincible Tris mused He certainly wasn't expecting me. He sighed and allowed himself to relax just a smidgen as the soldier cut apart the other thugs who had been inhabiting the room. Behind a line of armoured pikemen commander's Moss and Havrason had seen Herrier's last moments. After not knowing it to be him at first they gathered and stood behind Tris's back, not recognising himself, as they saw the results of the nights work. Datria, Moss picked up on, was dead. He cursed, how now was he going to manuever the situation around Keila when he had to complete a full report for the king.C.O.W: Chapter 24 by The-Monoblos
"Justice is sweet commander Moss" Tris said out loud, Moss not recognising his voice putting him at risk of suspicion to the army le
C.O.W: Chapter 25 It had been weird, Moss thought, as they had came through the slums back to central district. They hadn't seen a single soul as they'd crossed the distance to the gates. It was scary almost, what if the revolution had broken past the gates? He looked around at the remaining soldiers he moved through the city with; he decided that every single one of them was ripe for a promotion, he would see it happen if he had to but first the king had to be aware of what had happened and he had to find what positions were open, surely fights had emerged with captains dying across the city. True to the message he'd received the night before the guardhouse had sunk into rubble by the gates and, as the convoy noticed, he had to explain to Tris. They'd been talking the entire distance; Moss had found that it soothed his nerves. Tris had wanted to know what had changed in the decade he'd been away. In return Moss had not yet had a chance to listen to Tris's story but he figured that if Tris hC.O.W: Chapter 25 by The-Monoblos
C.O.W: Chapter 26Tris, whilst he was pulling himself out of the bath water, heard a sharp rap at the door. Brilliant he mused the best possible timing. He looked at the clock and saw that it was after ten of the clock at night so, ironically, it actually would be the best possible time because at this time almost everyone was free to walk around doing whatever they so wished. Tris only hoped that meant go to the closest tavern so he could go aswell, not come to his new house and force him to be formal in greetings. He quickly robed himself and. Rushing down to the door with a towel over his hair so that he didn't splash water over his new floor he opened the door. Outside stood the king, queen Gaila, princess Keila and commander's Moss and Havrason, not to mention a bodyguard of ten men that even Harral thought was a bit over the top by any standards.C.O.W: Chapter 26 by The-Monoblos
"My we come in?" the king asked politely and, no matter how much Tris wanted to say 'No, I've just got out of the bath' to the king he knew the correct a
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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