Sample of my work

[Raptor_Jesus]

As previously stated, I'm a role-player, author, and poet. I'm part of a countless number of role-playing forums, and have written more words than I count. I've written scripts for a few Flash animation, had some of my poems published in anthologies, and have had a couple short stories included in a few small-time publications. Of course, despite this, I am never sure how my work will be received by a certain audiance. But I might as well post something.

The following is a short story written for a character I used on an RP forum I made.

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During a time of need, a seemingly young man was absent. During a battle that risked his existence, and that of a newly found friend, or ally, rather, not to mention several others. He was nowhere ,yet in the same place he was left. During weeks, a trip over water, and land, he remained still. Some worried over him, yes, but he was not deteriorating, and was quite alive... For a vampire.


He lay, motionless, breathless, but not... 'dead'. His body retained color, albeit that color very pale, and his features remained concrete. Still active. The mind, of course, was the most active area. Pulsations flowing through that strange mind, twisted by magics and lacking the structure of a humans, though, human is part of what he was, some would argue... He definitely thought like a human, concerned for himself, yet aware of others, protective and territorial, with self-respect and esteem, but also respect for others. Rank... Human, yet... Distinctly inhuman...


Power coursed not through the body of the small man, but through the mind, the mind held all of the energy needed, all that could be exherted, forced upon the world, upon others. The mind enabled him, and now, the mind halted him. He could not awaken from the trance. Those eyes would not open. Not for a long while. The body, still, the mind, oh so hectic, so chaotic.... Into his conscious, it poured....


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A silent procession marches on...
As night, returns today...
And the hunters, turn to pray...
For, and on, the lives, of others....
They plead, to an uncaring force...
That rejects with a silence, so harsh, so course,
but the travelers, they carry on....


A voice.
A sound....
Ni....Las....To....Is...Th....ay... live....
Gibberish... Mindless syllables.
A meaning?
A purpose?
...Ni... Cho.... Las...
Nicholas?
Nicholas?
I.... I am he... Am I not?
...Nicholas....
Yes. That, that is I. But what is this?
Words.
Names.
A meaning?
... Nicholas, today... is....
Today is... Today is nothing...
Today is not day.
Darkness.
Empty.
A... Meaning?....


An unwelcome conundrum...
Those that head the pleas, deaf...
Interpretation, flawed... At best...
A matter of collapse...
Into the sand...
Into the ashed...
Both blade, and structure, they meet, in clashes.
The duality, unrecognized....


Duality?
Who speaks of it....
Who knows of it...
A purpose?
No...
Today... Live...
Live? What is life?
Life, I have none.
To live, I can not, can I?
Nicholas.... Live....
Life is not mine.
I am.... Above, life.
Today... Is the day... Nicholas... The day, you live.
Life...
Life.
To live...
A meaning?
A reason?
A chance?
A... start?


A solution, though lacking sight...
Devotion to nothing of truth...
To a one sided pact, to a corrupted truce...
To a power that is not confirmed....
A blank check, no signature....
A blind eye, no mend with tincture...
Silence... It fills the void....


The day I live...
Is it the day I day?
Is living, is living to have life?
Or to have lost, unlife?
Life... Is not living.... Nicholas.
To have life is not to live?
A meaning?
Explanation?
... You... you will... LIVE...
I do not know...
What is it that you speak?
Who is it that speaks?
I am confused....
I am...


Afraid


Hail... With it comes a call...
Ballistic crush... Rushing energy....
A call... A fall.... Towers, of synergy....
Masterwork plans, they're just strike, and run....
Chaos enveloped... Calling.... Calling...
Injured, bruised,though they still heed to the call, and they.... They're falling....
Ad still...
None...
Understand....


Understanding....
Just an illusion?
Combination of fact, and belief?
Or is it impossible?
Please...
Answers...
A meaning....
... You shan't understand.... I... Will not, tell...
To tell...
To understand...
To comprehend.... To understand....
It is.
It is to have, power.
.... Power....
Duality....


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Before me I see nothing but two lights.
Eerie.
Glowing.
Bright white and powerful.
A voice breaks from within my head, or where I think it is, at least.
Talks of life.
And of duality.
Of understanding.
Of... Nothing.
I don't know....
I can't feel my limbs....


My body isn't here.
No arms.
No legs.
No head.
No nothing.
It's like my consciousness is floating in darkness, two moons, pale and smooth, glaring into my sight.
Can one see with no eyes?
Something to ponder later...
Not for now.
No.
Not now...


I feel... Something.
Not a breeze.
Not a blow.
But... Power
I don't know, it's. Strange.
It seems to emanate, pulsate, virtually bleed out of those pale disks that I am so beginning to loathe with all my being, to hate their tormenting accusations, and the now voiceless air around them, to curse them, to want them... Gone...
Yet I need them...
Am I...
Am I still alive?


I can't hear breathing...
I... Can't hear anything.
I'm talking.
But, I can't hear my speech...


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Light. Brilliant, loathsome, light.
Pure whiteness that envelops everything.
Or rather nothing, I should say.
It fades.
My sight fails me.
I see naught.
Nothing...
Alone, again...
I already miss the glaring round spheres that oppressed my view so.
If I could shiver, or shudder... I would...


A form...
Tall.
Thin.
Lanky....
Imposing.
Blurred, I can't see much.
The darkness seems to be sucked into this being, draining it from surroundings...
It solidifies...
Features striking, clean, stern, and...
Familiar.
The structures all the same...
The face, the build... Even the hair...
It's... Me...
He's just, taller... Much, taller.


Black coat, lined with silver chains and buckles, black pants, black boots, silver chained.
Long, jet black hair.
His very image is... Calm, but his presence.
Threatening...
Truely,
It induces...
Fear.


The eyes.
The eyes are what were there before.
Two cold and empty white disks.
Unmoving. Uncaring.
Chilling.
They belong to this,
This,
... Monster...
That is the only way to describe him.
Not because of the way he looks, no,
He could pass for human,
Or vampire... Rather.


A voice.
Not the voice I expected, my own,
But the voice from before.
The sourceless sound that infiltrates my mind like a bolt,
Humming.
Echoing.
Nicholas, Zech, Tarrant....
I'm taken aback,
Not only does he resemble me,
He knows my name.
What else do you know?
I ask, worried.
Sincerely, afraid.


More, more then you could imagine.
Who are you?
That depends. Who are you?
You know who I am...
But do you, know who you are?
His voice was cold... No emotion in it. And I was scared.
Do I know who I am?
Do I?
He spoke before I could answer.
I am Marth...
I said nothing...


Silence.
Nothing was said as I, dazed, shocked, confused, afraid, did nothing to react.
Nothing.
My voice did not sound. But I thought, I thought to myself, no one else.
Marth Tarrant?
He must have... Heard me....
The one....
My ancestor?
More. I am both ancestor, and... Guide.
... Guide?
I ask him, now more unsteady then before.
"I've planned out your life. Just as I've planned the others. Your father, his, and so on...
You... You toy with others... For what?
You killed my father, for what? For what?
A meaning?
... For, invincibility, my boy. For, eternal existence. I live in, in each of you.
So you...
You're dead?
Quite alive.
The grin that spread across that thin, gaunt face was the most horrifying thing, it was pure, uncontrolled evil, materialized, on my own face. My face.... Mine...
No.
His....


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What do you want?
My mind, not m voice,
I couldn't hear my voice,
Was shaking as I asked him, Marth.
My ancestor...
Of over 15,000 years ago....
I told you...
Not clearly....
He glared... Eyes burning a hole in me....
You need explaining? Are you that bad, and deciphering a mind so like your own?
I'm nothing like you...
You might as well be me...
I froze again... Silent...
I... I can't do this.
To face this man.
To face... HIM


You need to learn, Nicholas... You need to advance... You're, too weak. It's pathetic....
I don't know what do do, in the face of someone who's power is legend, who's might transcends time...
What I lack in power...
I make up for, in humanity.
It was the only reply I could make, and all I got in return was a hideous chuckle, starting deep and raising, his face changing accordingly until that horrid grin returned.
You aren't human, boy. No. And Humanity isn't something that makes up for anything. Humanity is a weakness, it makes you worse. I don't think you get it. Power is just that... Power...
Maybe he's right...
Maybe there is no, substitute.
You are weak,
Or you are strong....
I can teach you...
I released myself...


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I don't remember what happened.
Everything... Stopped.
Marth, gone.
I'm left, not sure if I live, or if I am gone.
I remain confused and startled. In no condition for further shock.
I sit, I think.
Quiet.
No.
Silent....


I think,
I think I'm weeping.
Or...
I, can't tell...
I can't feel anything...
I can't tell what's happening around me...
Is...
Is anything, happening?
I don't know...


Wait...
There's something.
I can feel something...
Cold...
So, so cold...
It's, freezing.
Cold, cold is all I can feel, nothing else, no other input, no location, just... Cold...
Blue...


A blue flame licks at me...
I expect the bite of fire, too much heat, burning power that lasts long after the fire's gone, but, it just gets colder.
Ice can't compare.
This is worse.
This, chill blue flame, it has freezing power greater then ice, greater then any magic I've seen.
It invokes fear....
Fear worse then that of the red flame.
The burning flame.
This... This coldfire.
It surrounds me....


Weak... Can't stand your own creation....
It was his voice again... Mine?
Him, me...
Is there a difference?
I respond...
My creation?
The flame.
It's... Cold...
It's coldfire... It had better be cold.
Coldfire...
Arcane flame, it's conjured by fear, desolation... I've learned to harness it. As will you...


It's evil...
Evil...
Powerful, forced up from negative emotions, used to inflict more of those emotions.
How could one harness this, this, and not say they're an evil person?
I refuse, Marth... I will not be your tool for corruption...
You'll silence yourself!
At his words I fell silent immediately...
I didn't feel breath...
But I'm sure, that if I could, it would be labored....


I felt the fire roaring higher and higher,
They encompassed me...
They didn't just feel cold, no...
They sapped warmth from me, they froze me to my bones, which I weren't even sure I still had,
I couldn't stand it, but I could not pass out.
You, will... You will harness this, you will use this! Use it to find me, and you'll have more.
More?
I could barely concentrate on the conversation... If it could be called that, really.
Power, boy... Power... More power, it is what you want... What you've always wanted....
I try...
I really do...
But I can't argue....



~ Journal of Nichoas
Pages 394-396...


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"I don't know how..."


He had awakened, after so long... So long unconscious.


"But I wrote it all down in my log. While I was out."


His head hurt like hell, and before him, when he sat up, something strange.


"There was... A flame... A single flame.... Electric blue, and colder then ice...."

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In before tl:dr

[ruotwocone]

i'll admit... i sorta just skimmed through the last half of it, but i will say this: if you were to remove that first part that gave the background info and just start at the part that seems more poetic (the part that starts "A silent procession marches on...") and then were also to replace every occurrence of the word "vampire" with the word "Pinocchio"... you'd have gold there my friend.

[Raptor_Jesus]

i'll admit... i sorta just skimmed through the last half of it, but i will say this: if you were to remove that first part that gave the background info and just start at the part that seems more poetic (the part that starts "A silent procession marches on...") and then were also to replace every occurrence of the word "vampire" with the word "Pinocchio"... you'd have gold there my friend.

Just to note, the word vampire was used a total of two times, heh.

[ruotwocone]

that is correct... also upon rereading you'd have to replace nicholas with pinocchio too