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Shadows – Darkness series

The shadows began within a mile after stepping out of Narcissus Forest.  They would appear then disappear.  Angel seemed to be unfazed but Dontarious’s eyes darted back and forth.

The tracks lead to the left and rose at a fifteen degrees.  Within a half mile the two were looking over the Shadowlands.

“You said, humans built this land?”  Dontarious asked.

Angel stopped, immediately, and turned.  “Built, no… we built this land.  You humans influenced the land with your technology magic.”

“Technology is not magic…” Dontarious began to argue but stopped.  Angel’s face twisted.  “Legendary creatures are a bit naive,” he continued to say under his breath.

After moments of awkward silence Dontarious stepped forward and continued to follow the tracks toward a long, wooden railroad bridge.  Below the bridge he could see a city.  The buildings were mud and brick but in the darkness of the morning he could see electric lights.

“Electricity?”

“Can we ask some questions in the city below?”

Dontarious looked around but Angel had left him.  Moments later, he found him making his way down a set of stairs toward the small city.

The rain fell hard causing the wooden steps to be a bit slick.  Angel walked expertly with his three-toed claws as Dontarious struggled.  The soles had been worn-down over time.  His earthly job involved long hours on his feet.  It didn’t help that rain had forced his feet to swim.

For the first time he got to take a good look at this monster.  Angel’s wings spread several feet out when at rest.  Dontarious had not seen him fly yet.  Angel had long red hair draping over the thin bones that made up the wings.  He wore a dirty, white linen tied around the waist with a rope.  He was slightly taller than Dontarious at six-feet.  He looked human, as much as possible with the wings.

“What are we walking into?”  Dontarious shouted as the rain clobbered the ground.

“You want to find your wife,” Angel said, “then we need to figure out where that train went.  I have some friends down in Yanfis.”

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NaMo – Decisions

“So what are you going to do now?”  Asked Silver as he hung onto the bottom of the car smoking.  

“I don’t know,” Dontarius paused.  He stared up at the tubes that ran across the bottom of the train.  He listened as humans or some creatures talked in English to his right.  

“What kind of world is this?  What am I going to see when I roll out from the bottom of the train?”  

Silver shimmered.  His figure was translucent and faded where it met the sun.  He let go of the train and fell slowly to the rocky rail bed.  He took in a breath from the cigarette and blew it out.  

“The world feeds of the souls of the dead.  What are you expecting?”  

“I came from the world of the living.”

“Right…” Silver replied, “…and your expectations are that the world is covered in incorporeal beings like me.  Translucent spectres that roam the world without purpose.  I’ve been dead a while so my memory of life is fading but I recall some of the stories of death.  The bright light, they called it.  Well, that my friend is the train.  The Spirit of the Dead has been running since before the Maker created our existence.  The world, is covered in matter and life but the souls are transferred and collected throughout the territories.  Many are used up to power the technology.  Where they go after that I have no clue.”  

Dontarius struggled above the rocks but his thoughts wandered to the mission of finding his wife.  He lost her twenty-four hours ago.  He saw the spirit of his wife step from her body and walk out the back of the house.  Dontarius followed his wife’s spirit to the train.  The monstrous engine pushed through the trees behind the house.  The light above the engine blurring all sight of his wife.  Dontarious followed other spirits appearing beside him into the wooden train car.  

“Hey,”  Silver shouted jolting Dontarius from the memory.  

“You’re not the first one to hop on the train.  Human’s like you are still rare around here.  Mainly because you are hunted by every creature walking the territories of Serching.  To answer your question you are lying in Black Fog Downs.  It’s in the territory of King Mor.  The Spirit of the Dead covers the three territories of Qiull.  Morland, Lau and the Realm of Corpses.  Not really all that dark and spooking but the Realm of Corpses holds the prison of Noone.  A terrifying place to even mention and I’ve never been there.  The population survives off of rumor and superstition.  It’s not friendly but it’s home.”  

The train began to hiss.  The train cars shuffled slightly.  “Your search will be short if you don’t figure something out soon.”  

Dontarius searched and crawled toward the large ramp that helped the centaur enter the train car.  He entered the dark crevice and within moments the ramp was lifted and moved.  Dontarius watched as the cars passed in front of him.  The ramp then turned revealing a massive line of cars.  Some storage and built with wooden planks and others rounded passenger cars.  

“If my wife is one of the precious she may be within the passenger cars.  I have to get there,” he thought but the ramp turned away from the train and was placed near a small station on the right.  

“There is no guarantee of that,” Silver quipped from a corner.  

“Guarantee of what?”  

“You wife, she may already be dispersed into the atmosphere.  Only the precious have a physical presence here.”  

Dontarius stared at Silver insulted by the abrupt invasion of his thoughts.  

“Your thoughts are loud as obnoxious as a bull minotaur.”  

When Dontarius recovered he spat, “she is precious.  She has to be.  Why would I be allowed to follow her to the train.  She will have a physical presence.”  

“Well, you’re going to miss your train.”  

The engine whistle blew.  The operator flickered and the engineer took his seat within his car.  The train cars all shifted as the brakes were tested.  The remaining ramps were removed and placed next to the one Dontarius lay in.  

Dontarious left the ramp and darted forward.  He lept from the edge of the station as he heard shouting behind him.  He bolted through thick trees and made his way toward the passenger cars.  he looked back to see a group of centaur standing at the station but they did not move.  The rain above the trees leaked through the thick branches leaving mirror-like puddles between them.  Dontarius stepped through them.  His shoes dampening but soon the train disappeared into darkness.  

Dontarius slowed then stopped after the trees disappeared and the darkness surrounded him.  

“Hello!”  

A light appeared then others till a hallway appeared.  

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NaMo – Problems, problems

There is the forest of Narcissus and the prison of Somename I don’t know but what is sitting outside the train. A field of corn? A field of grass… if I look at our world a train sits on a bedrock of stone upon a small hill. Beneath that hill sits civilization.. maybe I should just write this and post it as a blog.. it doesn’t really matter what you write for NaMo just the wordcount. I have to remember this is a writing exercise and not a mandate to write a final product that I can push out on December 1st.

I am having a hard time moving ahead.  I don’t really have a world.. Serching is not a name I’m even really happy with.  I don’t know here maybe Covington?  It’s life after death.

The world of built of the transportation of the dead.  Souls from Earth or our realm are picked up by the train and moved to the world of Serching.. I really need a name.. This is becoming irritating.

Ok, here’s my deal.. I’m going to close my eyes and randomly pick seven names for Seventh Sanctum name generator.

WTH kind of names are State of So and so or Devil’s Realm.. I’m looking for something else here.

Tiny Hard Penguins Realm?  Seriously.. seriously…lol

Grim Computer City?

Ok, Fantasy Name generator website.. your turn and I have one.

  • Black Fog Downs
    • A “down”, singular, is a hill, of variable steepness
  • Sparrows Woods
  • Dying Salt Plains
  • Country of Quill
  • Empire of Mor
  • hmm… the Realm of Corpses
  • Prison of Corpses

The Bunker of People that Fly like Birds

So if I have an Empire of Mor than I need an emperor of Mor.

Emperor Lau – Evil emperor or is that too much.. I don’t know if I can do an evil emperor.

Now there is a war between the flighted humans and the non.. so maybe Emperor Lau can be the leader of the non flyers but humans are rarely seen in the country of Quill.  They have been chased from the country so that put a wrinkle into the all powerful emperor.

The flyers which if I follow my word above will be called.. ummm.. I’ll have to pick some more names..

— the Charrya, flying humans, have become quite powerful.  They could have a powerful king.  King Gothra, first of the flyers, born in Bergum.  Bergum is a large city built from the salts of the Dying Salt Plains.  It would be unnatural to see a city with the salts of a Plain.. I would think the salt would cause many problems.

So I have something now just by forcing the words to leave my fingers. It’s barely legible but it’s something.  Still do I know what Dontarius is looking at?

I think I do.

Meet the Black Fog Downs.. a series of hills wrapped by a darkness or fog.

Dontarious stares upon the Downs from the train track.  There is a long drop to a flat piece of land.  Followed by the Forest of Narcissus.  Once with the forest Dontarious must follow the train to find his wife but reflective ponds delay him by reflecting images back to him.

So map this out Matthew… post the results later then we can move the story ahead.

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NaMo – Spirit of the Dead – Escape

“Follow me.”

Dontarius followed Silver till a chill stopped him.  It froze his legs in place for seconds.  He began to recall foriegn memories about a man walking a dog.  The atmosphere around the man was peaceful.  Above the man Dontarious could see creatures flying.  The creatures blotted out a large portion of the sky.  They pushed up and down large black wings outside a slender frame.  A scream interrupted the peace and people began running.  Dontarius could hear the sound of something collapsing around him then the memory left him.   

Dontarius was returned to the world and the train car.  The apparition, named Silver was gone.  Dontarius searched the nearly empty train car for a place to hide.  A stack of boxes sat in the corner on the left side of the car.  There was a little space behind the boxes but it would have to do.  Dontarius squeezed into the space as the door on the car began to open.  He watched through small partitions in the boxes as a man stood outside the train.  

“Can I get a ramp here?”  He shouted.  Within minutes someone pushed a wooden ramp up to the train car and the man began to climb up.  This man was only half man.  The bottom half, below the chest, was from a horse.  

“A centaur?” Dontarius said quietly.  

“There is nothing in this car…” the centaur shouted, “but a couple stray souls.  They are like insects that will not leave you alone.”  

The centaur swatted at the air then turned to leave.  

“Wait!  I smell something familiar.”   

The centaur stomped a foot upon the wooden floor then began to walk toward the boxes.  Dontarius waited and watched as the centaur approached.  The large beast stood over the boxes and looked but something pulled Dontarius.  The first tug pushed him against the wooden side of the car but the second pulled him down and under the train.  The action was painless, except for the lack of blood flow and the tingle.  The wood floor was still intact as Dontarius clung to the bottom of the car.  He could hear the tapping of the hooves as the centaur as he moved the boxes above.  

“These boxes have been here forever.  The food is rotten.  Send a crew in here to remove these and throw them to the dogs… and clean up this mess on the floor.  I just got back from the farrier with new shoes.”  

The centaur tapped hard upon the floor and Dontarius lost his grip.  He fell upon the rocks within the railroad track.  The apparition, named Silver, turned and smiled.  He clung to the bottom of the train but then began to float downward and next to Dontarius.  

“Thought I forgot you, did you?”  

Silver took another puff of a cigarette.  

“You could’ve told me.”  Dontarius whispered.

“That’s no fun, now is it?”  

Dontarius listened as the centaur stopped stomped down the car ramp.  He then rolled over as scooted out from under the train.

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Woodsilver

Thump…

Alex stared forward.  The Buick fell from above but it felt like a large bump in the road.  In front of him was a crop of trees on the left and right and a strip of asphalt in the center.

“Wasn’t I just here?”  Alex thought.  A worn sign swung from the right side of the road.  It was bent mid-height.

The Buick had quit during the fall.  Alex turned the key, started the Buick and began forward.  He picked up speed as he watched the trees flip past him.  The fall quickly became a curiosity when Alex approached Woodsilver.  The Quarter Bar quickly approached on the left and Leo’s was on the right.  Alex pulled into Leo’s and parked next to a silver plated gas dispenser.  He opened the door to step out but someone approached.  Alex looked up and squinted at the hair-covered chest of a horse-like creature.  He paused.  Frozen with the unfamiliarity of the situation.

“Can I fill you up, sir?”

Alex stared at the long, thin, brown legs then the round chest of the horse.  Above the chest was a hair covered human chest and arms.  The face of the horse-like creature was young.  It matched a young human adult just out of highschool.

“Sir, can I help you out?”

Alex stuttered and finally said yes.  He watched, his door partially open, as the horse-like creature placed the nozzle into the Buick and started the pump.

“Can I wash your windows?”

“Uhm, sure.” Alex stood and looked into the large front window of Leo’s and found several creatures milling around the small c-store beside the road.

A mouse-like creature stood behind the counter.  It’s nose protruded half a foot from his fur covered face.  A large abominable snowman checked out several items and placed them on the counter.

“So how long have you been here, sir?”  Asked the horse-like creature.

Alex stood silent for several seconds then responded.  “Barely ten minutes.”

“That’s what I thought.  My name is Benny.  Welcome to Woodsilver.”  Benny offered a hand and Alex automatically shook it but then paused.

“This isn’t Woodsilver.”

“I don’t know how you got here.  No one ever knows but this is Woodsilver and you’re here.”

“Obviously.”

The gas nozzle clicked and Alex stepped over to it and removed it.  He looked at the dispenser, checked the amount and offered Benny his credit card.

“That’s not going to work here.”

“Of course but I only have ten dollars cash.”  Erik searched his wallet and pulled out the thin bill.

“That does not work here either.”  Benny stood and smiled.  He wasn’t at all surprised that Alex had no silver. No one ever did when they entered Woodsilver.  “I can cover this for you.”  Benny offered.  “But I will need a favor.”

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Monster Stories

Three o’clock in the morning

Three o’clock on a Sunday morning was usually quiet but this morning it was shattered by the spinning wheels of Alex Boxer’s red Buick.  He held the brake and worked the wheel as he waited for the right moment to let go.  A pair of headlights crested over the large hill behind him.  Alex released the brake and held tight to the wheel.  The Buick twisted through the intersection.

Gotlingburg disappeared within moments.  Alex growled as he sped past his home town.  The trees blurred within the darkness of the early morning.  Alex was heading to Pottsburg.  A larger city stuck in the Midwest tract of corn and wheat farms.  A job sat waiting for him.  Some sloppy factory job that involved nasty chemicals and standing all day but it was miles from Gotlingburg.

Alex noticed the familiar colored lights of a police cruiser.  “My god, man,” he told himself.  “This town will not let me go.”  Alex pushed the Buick forward.  The lights hung far from him and seemed to hang midair as the lights crested over another hill.  Alex began up a hill himself and slowed near the top.  He knew at this speed he wouldn’t stay on the ground.  He slowed but the hill crested faster than he expected and the Buick set off as the ground fell away.  Everything within the car, including Alex’s heart shot to the ceiling.  The Buick fell toward the ground nearly twenty-five feet from the crest of the hill.  The ground seemed hundreds of feet below.  Alex braced for impact as the ground raced to meet him but it never came.  The Buick sank into the ground.  The road folded underneath him and disappeared into darkness.  Alex watched as the scene above him disappeared.  He watched the road contour and disappear into the night sky.

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Monster of Myth and Legend – Videos

From a friend..

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Having a Grumpy day

I’m in a terrible mood.  I have a good idea what it is but this is a writer’s blog and not a complainers blog.. so…

Terence was a big man.  Monstrous in comparison to other 8 foot giants.  What am I kidding, Terence was unique and nothing else compared to the size and girth of the man.  Hell, he was barely a man anymore.

In the Army he had his legs ripped from him.  Replacing them were steel posts shaped into muscular mechanisms.  These were not the thin blades or the leg cover ups that others got.  These were leg replacements provided by some secret mad scientist off the coast of Some-young island.  They were attached to nerves near the end of his stubs.  The legs were permanent but he could remove them easily but that’s not Terence’s only change.  A steel plate was attached to the right side of his face and an additional plate buried under a plot of hair right above it.  With all the robotics the clinic was unable to save his right arm.  It was void of muscle and dangled against his side.

It was insane to be pissed off at an arm but Terence hated his arm.  The minuscule rod hung from his shoulder and it enraged him.  The fact that he had to look at it even set him off.  Terence did have a fully functional left arm.  It was the only original limb left on his body but it was only a memory of times before he didn’t want to recall.  A time when he was just human.

Terence stepped from his apartment, ducking under the door frame and into the steel-plated world of Platonic.  Everything shimmered in the early morning light.  Everything but Terence.  Forever a grump Terence growled at the pleasantries of every day life.  “Get away from me,” he shouted as a familiar pattern tap..tapped up to him.

“Hi Terence,”  said a small voice.  “I told you to leave me alone.”  Terence insisted.

Terence passed several people and heard no reply.  He swallowed his anger and looked back.  A small girl walked behind him smiling and perky as ever.  Terence tried not to smile but it slid in behind his growl.  “Why?  Tell  me why?”

“Cause I like you?”  The little girl said.  “That’s not a reason,” Terence replied.

“Yes, it is.”

Terence grumbled and continued walking.  “Where you going?”

“I’m going to work,” Terence replied.  “I bet you get there really fast. Cause you have super legs.”

“I guess.”

“My friend has super legs.  Hi… my friend has super legs.”

“What are you doing?”  Terence turns and looks as the little girl shares her glee with other city residents.  “I’m sorry,” the little girls says with a pout.  “Listen…”  Terence turns.  He kneels and still stares down at her.

“I’m not a friendly Platonic resident.  I don’t like people.  I would rather be left alone.  Please go.”  The little girl smiled.  “Why are you smiling?”  Terence asked.

“You didn’t say to don’t like me.  I think you like me.”  Terence wanted to grumble.  He wanted to scream but he couldn’t.  This little girl was a distraction and Terence appreciated the distraction.

Terence stood and began to walk again.  “Don’t you have a family?”

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Zeus’ Preacher

I thought I’d start something new.  It’s simply just a way for me to post more.  300 word minimum journal-like posts.

“Kaboom!”  Lightening cracked loudly as thunder boomed within the small Western Baptist church.  John Paul stood upon the stage with his hands outstretched.  The lightening stuck his left hand and the electricity shocked the young preacher hair.  “Yes, my well intention-ed parishioners,” he began as the lightening disappeared and the thunder boomed throughout the room.  “There will be a reckoning and it will be soon…” Another bolt of lightening struck both hands.  “All of you sinners stand up… I said stand up!”  Shouted the preacher and thunder crashed over him.  Outside of the pulpit a small congregation quickly stood.  Every one of the thirteen members of the church stood.  “Yes!”  John Paul shouted.  “Yes!”

The congregation repeated praise but it was a timid praise.  This new preacher was terrifying.  It was never the fire and brimstone sermons like it was from the church down the road.  Western Baptist had a mad preacher… at least that’s what John Paul like to call himself.  “Mad as hell,” he would say.  “Mad as hell that he couldn’t save everyone in the world.”  Outside of church John Paul was a kind man about 32 years old.  He was timid and barely spoke a word.  When he did it was always kind and gentle.  When he stepped upon the pulpit this timid man became a force to be reckoned with.  The problem was his congregation was terrified of him.  The lightening and the thunder followed him everywhere.  He tried for years to talk gently but the energy would build within him and soon he was be shooting light and making noise throughout the church.  It wasn’t just the church that heard it either.  Others outside the church heard it too.  The thunderous praise of Zeus’ preacher.  Granted Zeus was a pagan god but the fact that John Paul captured the lightening made losing the moniker very difficult.  He once fought to force people to stop calling him Zeus’ preacher due to the contradiction but he became angry and the storm quickly followed.  It would be something he had to live with.

Sunday afternoon John Paul stood outside Western Baptist church saying goodbye to his remaining parishioners when a man approached it.  “How are you doing, brother?”  John Paul quickly added with a smile.  “I’m doing just fine, preacher.”  The man paused.  His eyes did not shift from his gaze and he met John Paul’s gaze.  “I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you, John Paul.  I am your brother Martin.”

John Paul stopped.  The world disappeared for several moments as he took in this news.  Once he swallowed the news he spoke.  “I’m sorry… Martin…” He stammered.  “My brother died with I was 10 years old.  Taken by fire near our home several hours from here.  He is now with the Lord.”

The man, Martin, stared into John Paul’s eyes and didn’t flinch.  “You are wrong brother.  I was not taken by fire.  I was reborn of that fire.  I was then taken but now I have returned.”  “That’s impossible.”  John Paul argued.  Your body was buri…”  John Paul then realized that the funeral was a strange moment in his life.  Outside of the detached feelings John Paul had always felt he realized that no one had ever approached the casket.  John Paul had never seen Martin’s body.  It was possible that this was… “It’s not possible,” John Paul said suddenly.  “Did you ever wonder why tragedy always followed the family brother?”  Martin said as his gaze slowly broke and followed a young couple as they climbed slowly down the steps to the street below the church.  The couple seemed startled by the gaze and jerked away.  “It’s funny,” Martin began.  “Your a preacher and I am well… I am me.”

“People are frightened of you?”  John Paul replied as he watch the couple disappear into a small car.  “People are frightened of both of us.”

“No brother,” John Paul replied confidently.  “I do the Lord’s work.”

“Yes you do brother but we both know we can do better then that.”  Martin then turned and left.  John Paul watched as he disappeared into a field of tall grass.  The tall reeds of grass falling in sequence as Martin stepped upon them.  Then suddenly a small circular area of the grass burst into flames sending people scurrying to call the fire department.  John Paul stood watching.  The world he knew burst from under him.

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City of the Dead – Through the Trees

Dontarius opened his tired eyes.  The light from the morning sun was sifted through the thick leaves.  In front of him stood rows of thick trees most bound with a thick rope-like material.  Dontarius was tied tightly to a tree.  The material wound around his waist and chest.  Beside him was a winged man.  A tall thin-faced man with large wings bound by the same material.

“What is going on?”  Dontarius’s voice was raspy, he cleared it.  “What did you and your people do?”

“You will thank us,”  the winged man replied.

“I’m not very thankful right now.”

Behind both men something shuffled quickly followed by a quiet chant.  Dontarius stiffened and pushed against the tree.  He attempted to make himself small which was impossible.  Within moments smaller men marched past the trees.  The smaller men marched in 6 columns all perfectly measured and stepping in time.  After 5 rows of men they turned right and unbound several bound persons.  They helped them down slowly.  Covered their heads briskly and turned back toward Dontarius.  The small men marched forward.  They wore a covered hood which buried their faces.  “They are the mirror-keepers.”  Said the winged man.  “I don’t know much else about them.  I, along with the other Eros kind, tend to stay within the mountains.”

The noise from the winged man prompted several of the mirror-keepers to look up.  Their faces were black, frightening.  Their small eyes pale and hung above the nose.  Dontarius froze and stared forward.  He wished the small men away but they marched slowly away from the trees.