Friday 11 August 2017
I’m not feeling too bad today, I managed to think about some stuff and I’ll be able to put it into action later.
Not much has happened today, but I will be posting my writing below.
My OCD didn’t get in my way too much when writing.
These were just scenes I wrote at random, it was written as it came to me, no planned structure. These haven’t been edited, you might find spelling mistakes, grammar mistakes, or think the prose is hard to read.
I see this one as a western story.
Upturned tables scattered around with the splinters of snapped chairs; the alcohol decanting onto the floor, the splatter loader and the only source of noise after the gunfire. The smell of gunpowder was mixed with the evening air. The man opened his gun’s chamber, checking how much he had left as sweat dripped on to the chamber; he wiped it off by gently flicking his thumb over it. He set the chamber back in place. Three bullets left and four men standing. He’d need to line two of them up and hoped the bullet would perforate the first one and penetrate the other deep enough to at least immobilise. It’d be easier to run away but the man never usually got lucky enough to avoid getting into a first in the first place, let alone get away once one started.
The man looked at a piece of shattered mirror; he could see the kaleidoscopic reflection of one of the men outside peering around the corner. The man gripped the gun lightly with his right hand, keeping his finger ever ready, he placed his left hand gently over the barrel of his gun and breathed in as deeply but calmly as possible. He needed to get a hold of one of the guns the enemy had. The corridor along the side should be narrow. Draw them into close courters and collect their gun while seeking cover and positioning enemies.
I see this as a samurai story.
The man’s sword swung down only to be met by the Stranger’s steel. A low clank hollowed throughout the back of the forest. The Stranger had only partly drawn his sword, more than half remanded within the scabbard.
“I don’t know what you hope to gain by attacking me, if you want money, I can give you enough for a meal tonight.”
The man leant his body to his right and another man rushed towards them. The second man’s sword sliced through the air, cutting into the slowly falling snow, and now that sword was about to cut into something just as unique as a snowflake; a life.
The Stranger smacked his palm into the man’s chest, the man staggered back, sliding a little on the snow. The Stanger stepped back and dodged the second man’s strike. The Stranger was going to speak again, asking them to reconsider, however, the second man tried to thrust his sword into the Stanger’s chest. The sword slid past the Stranger as he sidestepped and he simultaneously drew his sword in one fluid motion; gripping his sword, which hung by his left side with his right hand facing backward, drawing the sword upside-down. The stranger grabbed the man’s wrist and pulled in the same direction as his side step and as he twisted the man’s wrist, he drew his sword across the man’s right ankle.
The man fell to the ground, his arms splayed out in front of him, his sword sliding from his hand. The Stranger looked at the other men, his eyes pleading with them not to exacerbate this scuffle further. The first man ran at him with another man, both aiming for the Strangers chest.
The Stranger took a step in and a step to his left just when his opponent’s sword was nearing his chest. He grabbed his opponent’s forearm and ran the edge of his sword along the top of his opponent’s hand. As his opponent was disarmed, the other assailant had switched position and stepped behind his ally and swung down. The Stranger dexterously spun the sword around to face upwards and placed his foot in-between the man he’s just cut and swiped; the man came crashing down. The incoming attack by the other man was parried skillfully, as the sword came into contact with the Stranger’s, the Stranger took another instep and turned his sword slightly, so the edge of his blade was touching the back of his opponent’s sword and he pushed down, causing his opponent’s sword to be forced down to an unfavourable position. The Strange smashed his hilt into the man’s chest, the Stranger seized the man’s shoulder and pulled him downwards towards him and the Stranger crashed his hilt into the back of the man’s neck.
The man fell to the floor, the Stranger looked at the men who attacked him; he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few coins and placed them in the hand of the man he just attacked.
I see this as a horror story.
The door opened to absolute darkness. The blackness resonating out, ringing to all things to came and be devoured. It wouldn’t even do it justice to merely call it something so easily imagined as absolute darkness; the abyssopelagic, dense blackness; the personal demon calling blackness; the brutal soul crushing blackness.
A blackness such that even calling it a lack of colour isn’t correct, it wasn’t a question of what it didn’t reflect, but what it devoured. The void of everything, a perfect resonating silence; not of sound, but of the soul. The utter lack of anything stood us in our tracks. None dared to step forward, not at first, to cross that threshold held a deeper meaning to all present, to enter meant to admit; to state something clearly for the demons that lurked within to hear; that we are here, we are ignorant, and we are foolish.
Let me know what you think, what did you like and what can I improve?
Thanks for reading.
Push ups: 30
Sit ups: 10
Handgrips: 02 sets of 25 – 50
Walking: 2300 steps – 00:25:17 Time taken
Pages 311 – 311
Not read today.
Prince Of Thorns
Pages 117 – 117
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On A Pale Horse
Pages 191 – 191
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Short Stories by Philip K Dick
Pages 35 – 35
Not read today.