Hey there, interwebs. I know posts have been a little bit sparse lately. I’ve been busy with work and writing. I have finally finished the short stories that will be printed alongside Lithra III, one of which is nearly a novella.
I’m going to be busy for the next little while as well, getting Lithra III ready to print and gearing up for Lithra IV during NaNoWriMo. So, in the meantime, I figured I would put up some random writing I did a while back with my brother Tom. (His blog can be found here.)
Neither this nor the next story had much point other than writing for writings’ sake, but it was a fun exercise. It permanently unfinished, but there you go. Tom wrote the poem at the beginning, and I did the majority of the rest.
Remember when the sky was blue,
And everything seemed right?
When not a care at all was had,
And we danced all through the night?
Remember when the grass was green,
And we played around all day?
Remember when the the flowers bloomed,
In the merry month of May?
Remember well, those memories,
Those days that we now lack.
For now that time has passed us by…
…It’s never coming back.
Jonas sprinted through the Fire Fields at full speed, not looking back. “Tyson,” he said, breathing hard. “Hand me the bridge.”
Tyson tossed him a staff roughly four feet in length. Jonas threw it in front of him, pressing a small button in the middle. The metallic staff rippled, as though melting, and spread into a thin sheet roughly eight feet long. The makeshift bridge flew across a narrow chasm, bouncing slightly as it landed, straddling the fiery depths. Two sets of heavy combat boots clanged across seconds later, echoing loudly in the hellish atmosphere. Jonas paused just long enough to retrieve the bridge, which obediently collapsed back into a staff at his touch.
“Are those Skypiercers still following us?” Jonas asked. The whine of the drones hung in the air like the wail of a banshee, but it was impossible to pinpoint where it was coming from.”
“Yep,” Tyson said, leaping over the corpse of a damaged airbike. “But now Slavewatch is here too.”
“Rust take it! That’s just great!” Jonas yelled. “Why don’t they just call in the entire Hellfire Legion while we’re at it?”
Tyson’s wrist-com beeped. “Have you been taking those psychic injections again?” Tyson asked.
Jonas swore again. “Are you kidding me?”
“Nope. Skylark just put out a bounty on us. Ten thousand water credits. Hellfire Legion just responded, and I’ll bet anything that Shyla’s gang won’t be far behind.”
“I don’t think this job is worth it,” Jonas said. The sound of the Skypiercers grew louder.
“It’s worth it if we live,” Tyson commented. “Bridge!” Jonas tossed the staff back, and Tyson threw it down to bridge another chasm.
Jonas ran out to the middle of the bridge and turned around. The drones were coming.
The slick black metal of the Skypiercers reflected the red sunlight brilliantly even from this distance.They seemed to hang in the evening sky as if suspended by wires, rotors whirring and guns alert, locking on to their targets with frightening alacrity. They were closing in fast.
“Time for Plan B then, huh?” Tyson said. Read More…