The Return of the Bull

A parrot was perched on a sandy archway at the entrance to the almost empty town in the desert. Its feathers were matted with sand and it had a large parcel attached to its left foot. The animal waited on its post with an almost unprecedented resolve. All the other parrots that were seated around it on the other sandy doorways and fences had given up waiting. Some murmured conversations in parrot-tongue and other had simply dozed off standing. But they all were waiting for the same thing. The bull was said to be coming today, or at least that’s what the tired, old bird that had flown in a fortnight ago. They had been waiting for about three hours, but were not going to stop anytime soon. It was said that if the bull came, then the birds would be able to speak to the two-legs once again, and if that happened then the parrots would finally be able to bestow their insight on farming and the actions of a town, and once again restore prosperity to the desert town.

The sturdy-built bull trotted into town on the thirty two hours of waiting, all of the parrots, which had previously been half asleep, were immediately at attention when the animal entered. Once inside the deserted town, it prodded around in the sand, seemingly looking for something. The behemoth of an animal went on like this for around 30 minutes, sticking its massive hoof into the ground with ease. And then, in an instant, the animal stopped. It stopped, looked around, and then promptly dropped dead in front of all the fowl. Instantly, the parrots erupted into chaos. Half of them flung themselves at the beast, trying to awaken it. The other group stayed on their perch or flew around in circles, confused. It was known now that obviously, the gift of language would not be returned to the parrots by this bull.

Rain”forest”

The glimmer off of the artificial coconut tree leaves left strange shadows on the cold metal walls that were painted to look as if it were the sky. Mara, A fourteen year old girl crouched behind an huge, overly vibrant leaf, which obscured her face just enough so that her bright blue eyes couldn’t be seen from a distance. She was listening to what was now an opera of the same half-real animal noises played in rapid succession. She had even memorized the order: Cricket chirp, cricket chirp, monkey call, cricket chirp(10x) toucan screech, etc.
Her pleasantly naive family was still in the “village” they’d been brought into once their ship apparently ran aground. Now, for the first three years of being here, it was all common and sound, sane knowledge that no one need question. But then, around her thirteenth birthday, she noticed something off. Something strange. And that was the sun. If you looked up directly at it, (which I don’t recommend) normally it would make its journey from east to west, which is all well and good. But here, it went from west to east. This alarmed Mara once she noticed, but since her parents were so accustomed to life in this metal box, they just thought that Mara’s compass was off.

Beggars

Feeble little creatures that live in the dust and mold, that’s what the beggars are. They crawl through the murky shadows and always look up at people for pity, though they long since haven’t deserved any. Whats more, the beggars make little homes in building walls and live with the intention of redemption. Those beasts have some nerve trying to continue living after what they’d done to us. The beggars act so sad now, but they were once a horrible and vengeful group that ravaged the humans lands and burnt down building for fun. As a child, I’d thought of them as nothing more then nightmares, things to make sure that I’d go to sleep on time. But now that I, Jakob Awder, work with the Biogeoastro Inc. I understand what those things are. Dr. Ednge was the man that created the things.

The Story of Marwin

Traveling around all the time is a strange feeling. It’s like not even having a home, even if you do. I never stay in the same place, I can’t. If I did they’d catch me, and if they caught me I’d be dead. After boarding the dreary train, I started to walk towards the closest empty seat. At least I get a window, unlike some things I’ve travelled. I thought. “Hello there buddy, you gonna buy something?” The short, stumpy woman looked to happy for the mood of everyone else that boarded this train.

Oryn’s Star

Oryn was a creature of hate. A thing that wasn’t able to be seen, a thing that didn’t really exist on any physical level, but it was still there. Still swirling around mortals, readying itself to strike, but never striking. It was waiting.

 

“Naro, we need you to start doing something around here. All you’ve done for the last three hours is pick at that cut on your palm.” Kwanati spoke like she was angry, but she was feeling sorry for Naro more than anything. After all, thought Kwanati, Naro did go head on with a Toran. The shambles of a town these people were standing in was appalling. All of the life from this once great villa was instantly stripped away, leaving saddened citizens and broken buildings. All of the life in the area had left, before the Clan of Ace came. The Clan of Ace is an age old organization that has helped deal with the damage Oryn’s supporters and creatures do to peaceful environments. Naro, and Kwanati, are some of the legions greatest warriors. 

Warp Star :: A Story I Might Finish

The sleek, white ship was propelling itself at light speeds, whisking through galaxies and space stations like they’re blocks of a street. Being twenty times bigger then any other vessel in this quadrant, it was no difficult to run the sky-lanes. Inside, the ship was in a state of nervousness, as if the metal was waiting for something to happen. On the second corridor of the hundredth floor, a red headed woman strutted down the metal floor panes. She had overly exaggerated eye make-up, and was wearing a extremely tight dark blue suit.

The suitcase in the woman’s hand was seemingly normal, but on the inside was something different. Finally the lady reached her so called destination, only to look into the small, frosted glass window and stepped away in disgust, spat on the ground and muttered “Eck. Those creatures are sickening. I can’t believe the council allowed them on board.”

“It’s ready, Mrs. Marcheni. The polar capacitor is enabled at fifty six and two tenths percent capacity, and we have the hyper-gyros at fifteen hirhs. The progress on the core replicator isn’t clear, but we’re most definitely making progress.” The man that said that was short, round man with a business suit that was missing a top. His tie tightened a bit to far.

“Now.” Mrs. Macheni said, her strict voice seemed like it was holding down anger.

 

The Shivering Woods – Not Finished Completely

Everything comes to an end. Everything good, everything bad, everything. But that’s not what most people want. To continue without an end would give the world no purpose. If you could just stay, there would be a stand still. Your entire generation would just continue, never changing. Just continue.
That’s how the worn, darkened trees that lurked at the edges of the path looked. The trees obviously aged and grew, but they never died. They should have died decades ago, Sam was sure of it. The leaves constantly covered the ground, growing and aging, but never dieing.
As the girl walked through the looming forest of massive birch trees, she recalled the day she’d set out on this hunt for something that didn’t exist.
She’d been pacing around an coy pond built with old stones that chipped and cracked when you kicked them. A lady with an oversized monocle and huge, what seemed to be seared boots had stiffly shuffled over to her, and stood for what seemed to be ten minutes before she mustered the courage to answer.
The way the lady had began to talked, you’d think she’d been mumbling to herself about something she hated. ”
“Speak up mat- Ma’am.” Sam had said that first bit without realizing it had been rude.
The words she uttered were barely audible.
“We…we need you to, um, we need you to come to the of-office..”
“Huh?”
“Well, um, my b-boss wants to see if you’ll do him some work..”
“Um… I’d probly need to know some things ’bout your company. I mean people don’t just waltz into a job interview without knowin’ who they’re talkin’ t-”
At that point, the almost quivering lady, who seemed to want very much to take off her horribly tall boots, cut in.
“He-he’ll ex-explain..”
She gulped.
“Well I’d still like to know who I’m going to me-”
“He’ll explain.”
The force at which she’d spoke that caught Sam completely off guard.
That timid little lady had just bossed me! she thought.
With all of the things she’d learned about the older woman in the last fifteen minutes was contradicted when she’d talked a moment ago. In the silent void the lady had created, she began to scuttle of in the direction of a brick building with iron supports. After the woman was about seven feet away, Sam began to trail after her, sometimes stopping to look at the bushes or flowers.

Native Americans :: Short Story :: UNFINISHED

Raccoon Toes looked around rapidly, swiveling his head from angle to angle, checking for any signs of the Shiny men. “Look back.” The taller of the two dark skinned males carrying me what looked like a dilapidated campsite. Seeing as the peoples of this area speak Spanish, Del Rino felt he could try to communicate with words one he regained the strength to do so.

After Narvaez’s cursed trip, anything was better then travel again, even death. In fact, at this moment Rino welcomed death, if it should rear its fury head and come towards him, he’d embrace it. After finishing that thought, Rino heard the more florally dressed man speak something hastily to his colleague, then turn back to Rino, with a much more intense gaze.

For most of the trip before he’d regained the ability to open his eyes, he’d listened to the sounds of the native language the men that carried him had been using. “Too many click sounds.” He’d found himself thing one what he guessed to be the fifteenth day on the long journey. With all of the strength he could muster at that time, he’d tried to ask the natives a question, but to no avail, his voice was lost.

An Excerpt: The Elven Expedition

“Lets go Jhag!” Saran whispered fiercely, flicking his head back to stare down the soot covered, shadowed hallway. The area around the fortress was almost ablaze with all of the massive fires exploding sparks, as if they were angry.

“Jhag, we have to go. He only heard the last few words of your sentence. There wasn’t anything giving him a key to the rune. He only heard, he didn’t speak. He doesn’t even know it has power.” Harken was looking out at the warriors as he said that, and he didn’t seem as if he wanted to leave. All of the roads down in the slums are broken and seared black, showing that a fierce battle had gone on.

“Duck!” Saran screamed out, as he launched himself at Jhag, pulling him to the ground. Harken had a sharp eye and was already huddled with us by the time we had hid. “The bird. It had those burning eyes. Like the people in the city.” Saran said. “I’d love to know whats going on with all of the people. They look like people, but they aren’t. They don’t talk, they don’t eat, they don’t sleep, they’re not of the god’s creations. They’re horrible. I’ve watched a particular group for the five weeks we’ve been here. Their only time being near each other is when they start that bizarre chanting, and after the six minutes of that the go back to their broken, seared homes.”