Short story: Wind's Strength by GroxDevlin, literature
Literature
Short story: Wind's Strength
Through the valley's, both made naturally and those made by hand. The wind would race and sing, some in those valleys, both naturally made and by hand. Would say they could hear the voices of ones that had been lost, due to age, disease, combat, or something unknown. But on nights when the rain would pour down from the heavens, causing vast rivers to rush through the valleys, washing them clean during the summer and the spring. When the skies above would let loose the chilling cold, blanketing the valley in vast layers of snow and ice during the fall and winter. On nights like those, people would seal up their homes tightly, for the winds would not sing on those nights. It would not sing about loved ones long past, or times of peace and love. It would slowly walk and scream in pain, at the loss of it's speed, at the disruption of the natural ways of the world. Many who would be caught out on those nights would hurry their step so as to get in front of the roaring hearth fire, or to
First Person Story chapter 2 by GroxDevlin, literature
Literature
First Person Story chapter 2
I finally went inside to the building, that building with that strange feeling around it, I really don't like this, there's so many strange markings around here, on the walls, the floor and even the ceiling. I think it may be some kind of language or something. All I know, those big cats out there, won't come in here so I'm safe for now, hopefully. Maybe I can find some sort of, I don't know, translator device or something, maybe, I mean, come on, this place is so, epic and creepy, I don't know what to think right now.
I think I found something, it looks like a computer desk or something, it looks like it has the normal input output stuff so
Swimming in the depths is relaxing, yet, every time I do it, it fills me with such dread, such, fear. Of something that might get me, like, some one I don't want to find me is down in the depths, just waitng for me to swim too deeply. I finaly make it back to shore, the sun shines down on me as I walk back to my towel. I dry off, sit down and look out at the ocean, Thinking to myself, I've been on this island for years, I don't even remember what it's supposed tobe like on the main lands. I mean, sure, living on this island is pretty great, no one to boss me around or rules to follow, well, I follow my own rules. I don't have to follow anyone
IREC halted his analyses of the Professor, "Counter Query: If I were to accept this 'offer' that you have presented me, what would be the down side to it?" "IREC, according to what the Professor and the General have told me, they are still missing a few vital components to the Professor's device...." "Query: From what I have processed from this conversation, I am to gather the 'few vital components' for the Professor so that he may finish his device and allow me to leave this place, for, 'greener pastures', correct?" "Actually, yes IREC, you are to gather the missing components that I am missing. After which, you will test out my invention a
"Where the hell am I?" Said a voice in a darkened swamp. "I don't know where I'm at, but I at least still have my clothes, cards, and rings, That's a plus." Said the voice, the voice belonged to the author of this story. "The only thing I know right now is how the hell I got here, where ever here is any way. Recap, I was writing a story for DA, cause I forgot that I put the other stories on the forums on SVT. So, I needed to write an exclusive story for DA. Which during the writing of I started messing with my MTG cards, then a power surge, blinding light, and the next thing I know, I'm knee deep in swamp sludge." I said, I looked around seei
The james in this story is not Jimmy_o's, this is an entirely different James, if any one can pick out any similarities then that's all it is, similarities. If I have offended any one before editing this, then I am sorry for offending them, I modified this story on the day of Sept. 2 2007 at 6:00 pm.
"Let's try this, again." James readied his gun. He checked around the corner, there were the two guards at that door. Both could as easily get help via radio if the other got injured, damaged, or destroyed. James checked his clip one last time, five plus the shell in the chamber made six. He would only have enough for 2 shots for each guard, the
The day started so well.... by GroxDevlin, literature
Literature
The day started so well....
"Let's go." Said a fully clothed Raccoon as he burst forward charging for the door. He was sent sprawling backwards by a backhanded swing, "You can't leave yet, the party is just getting started." Said a voice in the shadows. "I aint going to give you squat, So you can just sit on it and rotate!" Yelled the Raccoon as he again charged forward for the door. Yet again, he was sent tumbling backwards by the door man. "Give it up Mr. Jones, just give us what we want and you can leave the party, but, Boys, show Mr. Jones what this 'party' can do." Said the shadowed voice. Two humans stepped out of the darkness, one of them held a batton while the
"Just One more time, please, just once more and I can do it." Was the only thought on his mind. There he sat, a barely grown man, He had no idea what he was doing in this day and age. How he came to be, was a simple story enough, but how he perceived the world around him. The world that perceived him as, unadjusted, challenged with the normal every day things, different. Yes he works around many others like himself, but, those weak minded fools, they had no idea what was happening around them. They went along for the ride so to speak. Yes, he wanted to go along for the ride, but, He had seen the scenery pass by his window one time to many, He