|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2017 7:59 pm
Two writers on a journey of a new story...
Here we go.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2017 7:30 am
Unmadah stood looking over the surrounding landscape. City, ocean, mountains and forest. It was perfect in every way. He wasn’t much for taking in beauty, but the chance to cause some deliberate damage to other living things made him chuckle to himself. His long hair was tied behind him, but the tie had long ago lost its purpose and more hair was loose from its binds, hanging around his face to his chest; dirty and unkempt it appeared to almost be dreading but not yet. He could feel the sun warming his skin as it rose behind him and his laughter became more unhinged to the point where he was holding his stomach in the pain of the constant and irrational laughing.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Kalintria Galanodel Vice Captain
|
Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2017 9:34 am
Nerida stretched her arms out wide, fingers trailing over the blades of grass on both sides of her slender body. Her long brunette hair splayed out wildly around her head. She let one eye slide open to take a glimpse of her surroundings. She could smell the sunlight warming the earth around her as she deeply inhaled the morning air. It would be time to head back, but she wanted to enjoy the quiet and stillness for a second longer.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2017 10:59 am
He finally managed to stop laughing to himself. He decided that after he long trek from where ever that place was he just came from; he didn't know or care, he deserved a breakfast. Something meaty. The thought of meat got him laughing again as he turned his feet towards the city. The tall buildings denoting that this was a big city, not just some po-dunk backwater. As he walked the smell of a bakery came over him. No he didn't want any of that. He wanted meat. Food for the body: food for a man. Meat. He continued to walk and finally smelled it, fresh cooking bacon. It was coming from a little house among many he had passed. He'd not even noticed having come into suburbia. The house was smallish and plain. A nice inoffensive sky blue adorned the walls which could be seen behind the well manicured lawn. Only a small lawn gnome made the place seem cheap as it stood beside a rose bush close to the house. Unmadah made his way up the white walk way, and up to the door, putting his hand on the knob and turning it gently finding the place unlocked he smiled but managed to hold back his laughter that was trying to break free. Opening the door he went inside looking around at the furnishings finding the whole place was done up with Henredon furniture; the chairs, the couch, all the tables. They were well cared for but old, not a retro styled home but one that had continued on with the furnishings purchased at the peak of their popularity in the 60s when antique style met modern culture again only these were tasteful still because they were a nice blue and not the horrible avocado color that was what the trend was back then. The smell of bacon drew him deeper into the house, walking past photos on the wall of people in nicely polished wooden frames, including one on a side table of an elderly woman smiling on a garden swing among roses. He took all the pieces that he saw and determined that it was likely a widow of an old man was cooking the bacon. Perfect.
A short walk brought him into the kitchen and indeed it was an old man, frail and stoop shouldered cooking bacon in a pan. His back was turned to Unmadah who pulled out a semi-automatic hand gun and as it leveled with the man’s head pulled the trigger. The gentleman dropped with a thud to the floor. Luckily it didn’t upset the pan, and as the old man’s body was stepped over Unmadah continued cooking the bacon and then began laughing heartily again, straddling the dead man.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
