The Iron Writer 12 Days of Christmas Special is still going strong, with 4 writers taking on the challenge. Go here to see the latest...
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-151
And here's my latest part...for earlier parts, go see earlier posts...logical :-)
WQ151...
Elements: image above, mudane, a blessing, a benefit of being humble...
Part 5
Days past as they trudged through the wasteland ahead, with nothing but a few small plants and the wind for company. The fourth warrior grew weaker every day, losing blood not from his arm but an unseen injury in his side. He finally could walk no longer and fell to his knees.
"Captain, I am done. If only I had died in combat, and not here, in this barren land like a dog," the fourth said. "Sir, it has been an honour to fight for the Emperor, and to fight by your side, if only for a moment." The warrior dropped to the ground and lay silent, his chest faintly rising.
Feyle walked over to the fallen warrior and bowed his head. "I will say a blessing for you." When he opened his eyes once more, the warrior's life had passed on. Placing him in a stone grave, away from the ruining of worms, Feyle contemplated why he had surivived. Ever since he was young, he'd tried to stay humble and not lose his head. Earlier, there were times he'd boasted of his skills, but he'd paid in blood for his blatant egotism. Being humble brought a higher self-control, something every warrior needed to survive their next battle. His life was mostly mundane and uneventful, but in those times of great need, it was the ability to keep calm which set him apart from the others. He was a cold, lethal, killing machine. And now was his chance to shine.
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Friday, December 18, 2015
Thursday, December 17, 2015
WQ150 - Part 4 of TIW Christmas Special
Yep, WQ 150 is up!
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-150
I'm trying to do a continous story for this 12 parter, and it seems to be going well. What do you think? Too much? I'm trying for that kinda feel...
250 words, the elements being this image (not compulsory but it's in the story), gifts, virtue and dictotomy.
Here is my Part 4...(see yesterday's post for Part 3 and, Parts 1 and 2 the day before)
Part 4
When the dust settled, twenty-five men lay dead on the field. The first warrior had fallen.
"May his soul reach Nirvana," said Feyle, wiping blood from his sword. The second and third warriors stepped back from himself and the fourth, their faces contorting with hate. Feyle realised the fight was not over.
"Traitors!" shouted the third warrior, holding the point of his sword towards Feyle. Why did he think to trust Kristphen the Grim to hand-pick the team of warriors for this mission? He stood with the fourth against the two turncoats.
"I see we have a dichotomy," said Feyle, swinging his sword in one hand and grabbing its grip with both.
"You side with the Emperor!" The third spat on the ground. Feyle looked over to the fourth, who stood by his side, ready. "For the Empress!" screamed the second and the fight began, swords clashing in mid-air. They were warriors, fighters, bred to kill. Every thrust was met with a parry, every step forwards was followed with a step back. Time past without them. Finally, the fourth overcame the second, but at a cost. The third fought well, but Feyle slayed him soon after. A metallic sound hit the ground and a bag of gold coins lay in the pool of the warrior's blood.
"Gold. Of course. A man who loses his virtues for mere 'gifts' has no place in this life." Feyle sighed and gestured to the fourth warrior, now bleeding from the sword arm, to follow.
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-150
I'm trying to do a continous story for this 12 parter, and it seems to be going well. What do you think? Too much? I'm trying for that kinda feel...
250 words, the elements being this image (not compulsory but it's in the story), gifts, virtue and dictotomy.
Here is my Part 4...(see yesterday's post for Part 3 and, Parts 1 and 2 the day before)
Part 4
When the dust settled, twenty-five men lay dead on the field. The first warrior had fallen.
"May his soul reach Nirvana," said Feyle, wiping blood from his sword. The second and third warriors stepped back from himself and the fourth, their faces contorting with hate. Feyle realised the fight was not over.
"Traitors!" shouted the third warrior, holding the point of his sword towards Feyle. Why did he think to trust Kristphen the Grim to hand-pick the team of warriors for this mission? He stood with the fourth against the two turncoats.
"I see we have a dichotomy," said Feyle, swinging his sword in one hand and grabbing its grip with both.
"You side with the Emperor!" The third spat on the ground. Feyle looked over to the fourth, who stood by his side, ready. "For the Empress!" screamed the second and the fight began, swords clashing in mid-air. They were warriors, fighters, bred to kill. Every thrust was met with a parry, every step forwards was followed with a step back. Time past without them. Finally, the fourth overcame the second, but at a cost. The third fought well, but Feyle slayed him soon after. A metallic sound hit the ground and a bag of gold coins lay in the pool of the warrior's blood.
"Gold. Of course. A man who loses his virtues for mere 'gifts' has no place in this life." Feyle sighed and gestured to the fourth warrior, now bleeding from the sword arm, to follow.
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
WQ149 - 12 Days of Christmas...3rd day...
It's the 3rd day of 12...the Iron Writer Quickie special is heating up.
Today is WQ149, but based on the 10th day of Christmas...10 Lords 'a' leaping? Well, looking at the elements, no such thing, BUT they suit my little story. So, here's the continuation! (see yesterday's post for Parts 1 and 2). 250 words, elements are guards, a fence and 'above the law'.
Here's the link to the website to see my story and others' work (it says WQ148 at the mo)...
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-148-2/
And here's my Part 3 here...
Part 3
Today is WQ149, but based on the 10th day of Christmas...10 Lords 'a' leaping? Well, looking at the elements, no such thing, BUT they suit my little story. So, here's the continuation! (see yesterday's post for Parts 1 and 2). 250 words, elements are guards, a fence and 'above the law'.
Here's the link to the website to see my story and others' work (it says WQ148 at the mo)...
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-148-2/
And here's my Part 3 here...
Part 3
As the night
passed and the morning began, a cool dawn wind blew as they moved by the outer
hovels built by the poorest of their folk. Not one man showed signs of slowing
the pace and so they made their way, over rough and high land to their quarry.
Some time
later, they came upon a fence, taller than any of them, and which stretched as
far as the eye could see in both directions. The first warrior stepped forwards
and with his large machete, slashed a hole big enough for a man into the fence.
One by one, they went through, only to be stopped by the sight of a squad of
guards, twenty and four head, standing some distance away.
“You are
trespassing on royal ground! Lay down your weapons and leave!” shouted one
guard. Without a glance towards each other, all five men continued their march.
“Halt! In the name of the Empress, I demand you to stop!” shouted the same
guard, hand on his sword, at the ready. The five warriors continued their march
without pause. The guards unsheathed their weapons and blocked the way. “In the
name of the law, I demand you to halt!”
Feyle stepped
forwards and sliced the man’s head off. The dead man’s comrades watched in horror
as it fell to the ground. “We are above the law,” grimaced Feyle, and with
that, his four fellow warriors tore through the crowd. Blood was spilt, limbs
were lost, lives were taken.
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Quickies 147+148 - 12 Days of Christmas!
It's that time of year again! The Iron Writer is doing "12 Days of Christmas" Quickies, meaning 12 days of 250 word stories with elements. This year they are loosely based on the original list...
The 12th day (WQ147) - 12 drummers drumming...one of the elements is "the drums of war"
The 11th day (WQ148) - 11 pipers piping...mmm, none of the elements matches that...oh well, maybe there'll be a partridge in a pear tree on the 1st day...
Here's the link to WQ147 on the Iron Writer site (so you can see the elements and other writers' work)
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-147/
And here are my first 2 days, I'm trying to write a connecting story, like 2 years ago with Brad Shaw's 12 Days of Christmas, and last years "Reasby Fen" Thanksgiving Challenge.
It feels like a first draft of a larger story...needs work and could be expanded...
Part 1 (WQ147)
The 12th day (WQ147) - 12 drummers drumming...one of the elements is "the drums of war"
The 11th day (WQ148) - 11 pipers piping...mmm, none of the elements matches that...oh well, maybe there'll be a partridge in a pear tree on the 1st day...
Here's the link to WQ147 on the Iron Writer site (so you can see the elements and other writers' work)
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-147/
And here are my first 2 days, I'm trying to write a connecting story, like 2 years ago with Brad Shaw's 12 Days of Christmas, and last years "Reasby Fen" Thanksgiving Challenge.
It feels like a first draft of a larger story...needs work and could be expanded...
Part 1 (WQ147)
The wet grey
storm grew closer in the night, wind picking up and half a shutter banged
continuously against the rock frame of the only window in the stone hut. Feyle
knelt in front of the rudimentary shrine, hands heavy over his sword's guard,
the scabbard resting on the cold floor.
"Soon
the midnight hour will arrive and you must make your choice, Feyle," said
his tormentor, Kristphen the Grim. The sound of a thousand blackbirds leaving
their perch floated in with the last full gust of wind. "Your oath of
loyalty, Feyle, that is what I seek." A wide grin was all Feyle could see
from under Krisphen's hooded robes. Years fighting in these hellish lands,
killing his enemies, watching his fellows die, and it came down to this, an
oath. Wasn't his service evidence of loyalty? Why did he need to speak such
worthless words, so empty of action, soulless, without meaning?
"Are
not my actions but proof enough, Kristphen?" he asked, head down in
prayer.
"Your
actions are not what I require! I need your heart, your mind!" screamed
Kristphen, his voice reaching over the storm.
A distant
rhythmic sound of drums, the drums of war, entered the hut. Feyle could feel
the other's wagging finger.
"And
now there is no other choice, Feyle. It has begun, you must do your duty to all
those whom you stand for," stated Kristphen. Feyle nodded. It was him and
him alone who could bring this all to an end.
Part 2 (WQ148)
“You have
your team to lead, Feyle, hand-picked and ready to go,” grinned Kristphen.
Feyle gave another nod, wondering who had picked these unfortunate souls and
for exactly what skills and attributes. What was this mission really for?
Kristphen walked over to the shrine and lifted the holy book. “Your oath,
Feyle.” He came over, the book open, and held it in front of Feyle’s face. With
a sigh, the tired soldier of many hard-fought and bloody battles lifted his
right hand and placed it on the open pages. He spoke the sacred oath of a warrior
of the realm and let his hand fall back to his side. “Thank you. Now, go, Feyle. Go do your duty.
For your Emperor and his people.”
Bowing while
standing, Feyle sheathed his sword and placed it into its grip on his waistbelt.
Kristphen stood defiant, arms crossed as Feyle left the stone hut to be hit both
by the storm outside and the constant sound of drums. As his eyes grew
accustomed to the dark, he saw four silhouettes standing in the street facing
him, the team of assassins he was to command, each man a master, each man a
killer. He gestured them to follow him and they walked down the deserted
streets as equals, shoulder to shoulder.
Feyle knew
it was to be a mission of “trial by fire”, one that would test every man’s
courage and strength, one of constant attrition and pain, one which may take
them all.
Saturday, December 12, 2015
WQ146 :-)
It's that time of the week again, the Iron Writer Weekend Quickie, where in 200 words the challenge is to make something of 3 elements...
Here is my take on the Iron Writer website...
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-146
But here it is too :-)
Here is my take on the Iron Writer website...
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-146
But here it is too :-)
The Iron Writer Weekend Quickie 146
Elements: Image of
woman wearing glasses which allow you to watch TV in bed lying down, a stranger,
an Emergency (200 words)
"So,
how is it?" Joe asked as he put his coat up on the rack.
"It's
great, I can see everything from a horizontal position. No need to mess around
with pillows to get a good view and I can be relaxed at the same time. You can
watch whatever you want and fall asleep without any worries of waking up with a
bad neck," she said, lying on the bed and watching the large flat screen
TV across the other side of the small flat.
"Yes,
that's why I bought them, those glasses. The wonder is that they don't lose any
definition through the 90 degree light deflection." He stood there and
looked at her on the bed. "There was an emergency, I was called out. A big
pile up on the highway and they were a doctor short. I was available. It's good
to get out 'in the field' once in a while, keeps you on your toes. General
practise just isn't the same, too many babies and OAPs."
"Super."
She continued to watch the TV.
"So,
erm, just the one question," said Joe.
"Yes?"
"Who
the hell are you and how did you get into my flat?"
Monday, December 7, 2015
WQ145 + "Groundhog day"
I finally had a go at Iron Writer Weekend Quickie 145!
I love the movie "Groundhog Day", the whole concept, the 10,000 years of suffering and change to become selfless is amazing and Bill Murray is fantastic...in fact, I can't think of one single movie where he wasn't. Andie MacDowell on the other hand, I can see why she later went on to do adverts.
Children are slowly taking over...have you seen it? Of course, those in power are in control, but one day these spoilt children will rule the world...help us all...
Here is my WQ145 on the website...
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-145-2/
But here it is... here...:-)
I love the movie "Groundhog Day", the whole concept, the 10,000 years of suffering and change to become selfless is amazing and Bill Murray is fantastic...in fact, I can't think of one single movie where he wasn't. Andie MacDowell on the other hand, I can see why she later went on to do adverts.
Children are slowly taking over...have you seen it? Of course, those in power are in control, but one day these spoilt children will rule the world...help us all...
Here is my WQ145 on the website...
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-145-2/
But here it is... here...:-)
145 – image
of a polluted, dried up/clear, green grass city, artifacts of antiquity,
something from the film “Groundhog Day”
A taste
of the future
The radio
blared out "I Got you Babe" as his alarm clock hit 6 am.
"What
the hell? Am I in 'Groundhog Day'?" moaned Steve, wiping the sleep from
his eyes. "Well at least that makes me Bill Murray. I wonder who my Andie
MacDowell is? I hope she doesn't have curly hair."
He got out
of bed and shuffled over to the closed curtains. With a defiant, swift
movement, he opened them to his fantastic 14th floor view of the city, smog
hanging over the buildings, dirt covering the streets, homeless begging for
water.
"One
day, I'll open these to find a city of life, the sun beaming down, the people
laughing and smiling, and grass growing in every nook and cranny," he
said, scratching his groin. "Then again, maybe not."
Moving into
the kitchen-cum-dining room-cum-living room, he greeted his parents, two
ancient artifacts of antiquity crunching through their morning muesli.
"Morning,
son, are you gonna get that sorry arse of yours to do something today?"
imitated Steve.
"You're
a...!" said his father.
"Now,
now, dad, you know you're not allowed to oppress me," smiled Steve. His
mother whimpered as he stole her breakfast. "One call and that's it."
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