Short Stories

Short stories are something I have only done a few times. Most of the time I want to write a long epic tail. Have I? Nope, I haven't finished one story. I beleive I have finished a short story before. So I'm going to try and start working on short stories. I believe it will be a easier place to start then trying to get a full novel size story done. That all for an update.

30/30

Hello and Happy Halloween. So my 30 stories in 30 days is over. I have both good and bad news about it. I did write for 30days. That is the good news. The bad news is it wasn't 30 stories. A few stories ran a few days. But over all I enjoyed the writing work and I'm happy that I wrote each day. The last story I was hoping to post tonight. As it being my first try at a scary story. But do to super massive number of spelling errors alone. I will not.

Have a safe and fun night

Hi

Hello, So i haven't posted in a few days now. I been working on a story called Dagger of Burning Blood and a new one called (working on title). I am liking where both are going. I do not plan to post them on here. I feel that they could turn in to something bigger. Sorry just that first post.

Dagger of Burning Blood Update

I started the first bit of Dagger of Burning Blood. I'm not sure I will post it. I like the story. I may write more. Just wanted to update.

Homeless

"Got any spar change?" the man asked as a woman tired to walk by. His cloths were ripped and dirty. He had on several layers to fight off the cold winter's nights living on the street.

"Thanks!" he said excitedly. The woman shot him a look. One of confusion; she didn't give him a dime. "You see that nice lady walking away? She just gave me a bit of change." He was saying before she was out of ear shot. He held the cup over to his side showing someone the contents. One button, two pennies and a dollar. Exactly what he started with two hours ago. "What was that Tommy?" he looked over to his left; then in to the cup. "Will yeah I know it’s a button. I'm no dumb."

"Hey you have any change to spar?" he asked hold the cup out to another passerby. This time he had better luck. The man in the clean but old suit pulled out some change and dropped it in to the cup.

"Thanks mister." he said with a small bow. His face light up with happiness at the sight. He again turned and held the cup over to Tommy to view the content. "We are doing great today." Four more pennies a few nickels and two quarters. "We are going to eat tonight."

"What? No! Why would you say that?" He quickly grows annoyed by whatever Tommy he said to him. "Why do you always have to ruin everything?" he asked pulling the cup back towards him. A man sat across the street from the homeless man. He was trying in vain to do the crossword puzzle before he had given up. He now watched the homeless man. Standing there asking for money. Normally he would have told him to scram but this one he didn’t have the heart to. He listened as he counted to talk to this person named Tommy which clearly only the homeless man could see. He wondered how crazy he was. Would he snap and stab or attack someone? He didn't think so he seems to take it all in on himself. Who every he thought Tommy was clearly was clearly mean to him. He watched as the homeless man turned and looked at him.

"Hey why you watching us? Tommy doesn't like it!" he shouted across the street.

"I'm sure but this is my street. I can look anywhere I wish. But do tell Tommy I do not mean to stare." The man listened to the homeless man as he talked to Tommy. Only hearing one side of the conversion.

"He said he was sorry Tommy. He didn’t mean." He stopped mid sentence as if someone had cut him off. Before starting up again. "No don't call him names. Be cool man. Before he calls the cops." Now the homeless man seemed to struggle with someone as if to keep him back. "Come on man. Let's just get out of here." The man picked up a few things and started to push his cart down the sidewalk.

"Sorry mister! He didn’t mean anything by what he said!" with that the homeless man rounded the corner and was gone.

Dagger of Burning Blood

The blood dripped of the cold steel blade. Each drop making the slow fall towards the black stone floor. Each drop sending puff of smoke. She walked along in the long flowing robes. There dark black color seeming to pull the light in to it. A smug grin on her face. Her long fiery red hair cut short and spiked every which way. As she reached the heavy wooden door at the end of the hall. Stopping in front of it she raised the thin needle like dagger. She slammed it hard in to the door. It pierced the thick wood like flash. A small wisp of smoke started to pour out from around the dagger. Flames leaped out across the front of the door burning it rapidly.

"Knock knock." She said coolie. Her feet became blacked and ash covered as she stepped in to the room. An old man hauled in the far corner of the room.

"Please don't hurt me." He said his voice filled with fear. She sent him a smile that would make any crazy street person look sane. He seemed to grow smaller. She walked over to the large wooden desk; rummaging through the desk till she found a small book in the bottom dour.

"I will be taking this." She said as the dagger slid in to the top of the desk. It took no time at all before it went up in flames. She walked over to him. Kneeled down in front of him and locked eyes.

"You shouldn't take what isn't yours." The dagger sunk deep in to the old man's chest. The flesh and blood it touched as it passed by on its way to the heart; burned and blacked. As it entered the heart the man screamed with pain. The heart in his chest counted to beat as it sent waves of burning blood thought his body. Soon the heart turned to flames long with the rest of his insides. She stud up with a smile; turned and left the room.

"How could you have left this happen?" she shouted as she thought the book across the tiny room she found stud in. she had no problems on the way back. Other than a ground that quickly found himself in the afterlife. "How could you be so foolish!" she walked across the room in rage. But still in control of herself. She slid the dagger in to its glass sheath. The drips falling out of the small hole at the tip of the sheath to land in the fire place.

"If you fail me again. I will kill you."

fails

I have written to things over last two days. Very short !@#% things. I found my self hitting only 400 words. No where close to being anything more then a start. As I sat there thinking about my own writing. Wondering why I am only hitting 400words if luck last few days before stopping. I come to figure its because I'm lazy. Maybe it's becouse I been writing every day this month. No that isn't it. I thought about stopping but it's like i have to write now. I need to put something down even if only 400 words. I see this as a good sign. But again why am I stopping so short? I don't know.

PS. Looking for a writing Mentor lol I don't know someone that is creative and to talk to about writing.

Clint

He didn’t know what he was doing. He rarely did. But that how life was for him. It didn’t matter really. As long as time cheaped on ticking and world cheaped on sping. He stud there watching the people walk along. Each having their own lives, own stories, place to be. Sometime he wondered about there stories. Wonder what they were. He would like to just for a moment slip in to another person body and mind to know what they know. To feel all there good and bad memories. To live another person life.

"Hey Clint, How's it going." A woman said as she sat down across from him. His eyes shifted to fix ate on her face. Mandy sat there her long brown hair flowed down over her shoulders. Her green eyes staring at him.

"It goes."

"Yeah? What brings you down to this end of the city. I heard you got a place up on the east side now."

"Not really. Just how sitting for a friend why they are out of the country."

"Mind if I stop back." She said with a smile and a bit. He knew what she had in mind. He thought about it for a moment. it had been awhile. But he didn’t really care. He didn’t have any plans for the evening. So what why not? He thought. His eye caught a young woman coming out of a dress shop across from the small coffee shop he had been sitting at.

"yeah sure come by around 9. I will text you the address." He said standing up. he dropped a five on the table. "Sorry, have some were to be."

Clint started up the street on the opposite side of the young woman. Weaving in and out of the people. She stopped at a small paper stand and started to brows the magazines. He stopped just across from her looking at a stand of sunglasses. He watched her pick up one magazine; Look at the cover then set it down and pick up another. She paid the for a stack and tucked them away in a hand bag. She turned around. He watched as she hailed a cab. As the cab pulled out. He quickly hailed his own.

"Fallow that cap." He said giving the cabby a 50$.

"Sure thing." The cabby said as started after.

About 15mins later the cab stopped and he jumped out. He watched the woman get out of her cab and head in to a small motel.

He walked up the street slowly. He waited awhile then dash across the street. The door bell made a loud ding dong as he pushed open the door. A man sat behind 3inchs of bullet proof glass. With a few holes drilled in to the front.

"What?" he asked his tone annoyed at being interrupted.

"A woman just came in here. What room did she go to?" Clint asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about." The man said putting up his news paper.

"How about now." Clint said sliding a 100$ under the glass. The man reached out and took the money but never stopped put down the paper.

"yeah a woman just came in here."

"What wrong?"
"Don't remember." The man replied. Clint could hear the smile across the man's face. Clint slide another 100$ under the glass.

"14b."

"Thanks." Clint said with sarcasm in his voice. He left the small office. He looked at the closer door 1a. He took the steps two at a time as he want to second floor. He walked down the hall at a quick pace. 9b, 10b, 11b, 12b, 14b. He stopped standing just outside of it. He glanced up and down the hall. Seeing no one inside he slowly crouched down. Placing his ear on the door. the creaking of bed springs could be heard.

Just like he said they would be. Both of them in there. He thought as he stud up and pulled a glock out from under his jacket. His heavy boot smashed the door open in a single go. He stepped in and fired two rounds. He wiped the glock clean with a rag from his back pocket as he walked away. As he was passing an ice machine. He jammed it to the bottom corner. He didn’t really care if anyone found it. But he surely wasn’t going to make it easy.

Ding dong. The door bell filled the apartment. Clint walked out of the bedroom pulling on a shirt as he walked.

"Be right there."

Roktra

He felt the cold steel pressed against his skin. Surely he wouldn’t meet his death here would he? No, he wouldn’t not if he could help it. The Roktra was a ruthless tribe of birdmen. But they are just as dumb as the birds back on earth. He smiled at one that was closely inspecting him. Its long gangly neck that was sticking out pulled back at the site. It squawked a few things in its native tongue and held up a feather arm.

"Die!" it hissed. He reached for the small flat stone sword he wore on his hip. Robert wasted no time and snapped the vines he had been tired with. He slid the small knife back up his sleeve. Kicked the feather beast in the chest; sending it tumbling backwards in to the fire pit. A few were sitting around it leaped out of the way. The helpless beast flayed sending sparks and embers flying in to the air. It was too late for him. The flames engulf him till there was nothing but a blacked corps. The other Roktra turned to look at Robert there black eyes showing no emotion. They pulled stone swords and spears out and rushed towards him. He ducked under the first stone sword. He punched the beast in the gut hard sending the blade hidden in his sleeve deep in to creature. Blade once again tucked its self away. The Roktra stubble back and fall over; blood oozed out on to the ground. Robert snatched up the sword heavy stone sword from the ground; where it fell. He swung it back. The side of it smashing hard in to the head of a birdman. It fell almost on top of the already downed Roktra. A spear hit hard in to Roberts left shoulder.

"AHH!" Robert screamed as the spear was pushed in to him. He left up the stone sword and slammed it down on the spear. It snapped like a twig under the force. He cleaved off two on coming birdman's head. Only two left he though as he moved around the tiny camp. One with a broken spear and another with a sword. Robert was trying to come up with some cleaver plan when both Roktra fell to the ground; heads gone. He dropped the sword and turned to see Sierra Jane. She held a large single barrel sniper rifle.

"How's it going Robert?" she asked coolie.

"Oh; alright."

"Having fun with the locals again I see."

"You wouldn’t have happen to brought a stinger with you?" he asked. Sierra reached in to her side pocket and pulled out a cap stick size container and toasted it over to Robert. He caught it and popped the top off. He stuck it hard in to his left shoulder. He gridded teeth and tried his best to not show any sign of the pain.

"Oh it's not that bad Robert." Sierra said with a wink and turned and headed back in to the forest. Robert followed after her grabbing hold of his backpack next to the camp fire. He picked up a few of the items the Roctocro had pulled out.

hi

Hello, I have written some small things 400 words or so. But haven't edit them. So they dont look so bad. I don't know if i will post them. sorry will update maybe tomorrow with a story.

Jerry

*************There is a good number of spelling problems. But I dont feel like editing. But i do want to post. This is just a quick write. that is all no idea where it was going.**************

Jerry stud there on the bank of the river. Watching the water slowly drift along. Thinking about this life. It only felt like yesterday that he was in high school. Seeing a smooth round rock; he bent and picked it up. He turned its smooth cold serfs over in his hands. How many countless hours did he spend down by this river. His very first fish he caught was here. As well as his first kiss. He wondered where Mandy was now. He hadn't thought about her in ages. He arched his arm back and flown it fowers. His risk snapping before he let the rock fly. The smooth rock hit the serfus of the water and skipped once, twice, three times before disparring under the water. The ripples it left behind flowed outwards in all detrason.

"Here you are Jerry." A women's voice said behind him. He turned to see Alexandria walking down the small path. He smiled and walked over to help her down. The rocks under her high heels making her woable.

"Hi dear." He said with a small kiss on her cheek.

"I was starting to worry about you."

"there no need to be." He replied with a small chuckle.

"I know he was a close friend to you."

"Yeah he was. But I hadn't seen him in 15 years. I wish I knew he had started to drink again. Maybe I." he started to say.

"Hey don't put this on your shoulders. No one knew he had started to drink again." she said cutting him off from finishing his thought. "It's not easy to keep in touch with people after high school."

"He called me two weeks ago. I was too busy to take the call. He left a massage. Asking me to call him back as soon as possible. I figured I call him Monday. Monday I got the call."

"Don't beat yourself up. You had no idea what was going to happen."

"No, but what if I called him back sooner or taken his call."

"What if. You can ask yourself that all you want. But it doesn't change anything. What's done is done. He made his own choose."

"I know." She held him close. As they stud there by the river. How lucky he was to have her he thought to himself. As they stud there. They had been together 7 years now. They have had their ups and downs like anyone else. But he couldn’t think of his life without her.

"Hun, I know you want to blame yourself. But you can't. He took his own life. You didn't make him." she held him close her back to the river. Jerry just stud there staring out at the lowly drifting water. He felt he should have done more. Felt as if it was his felt. Even know everything Alex was saying was right. It still didn’t change how he felt.