Cassandria the Assassin: The One Who JudgesAfter what seemed like an hour, Raven and I gave in for the search and sat down against trees. I sat with knees up and head lolling against the bark. Where we were escaped me, we could have been anywhere on this continent by now. I couldn't hear the sea either. "I think Advisor Wood was fooling us when he gave us that letter. Stupid riddle." Raven scowled and fiddled with one of her daggers. She twisted and turned the dagger into the soil like a drill. "I wonder how my other students are doing, back in the Olympion Flatlands. Good?" Her eyes met mine and expectantly stared.
"Well... I've survived." I smiled and touched my stomach wound. It didn't ache as bad back in the kingdom, but pain surged through my body still.
Raven didn't smile, "You did. I'm just worried that I won't go back to a class after this."
"Probably some people in the kingdom will enrol?" I asked.
"Maybe. If a majority have been slain." She sighed and rutted her brows hopelessly, "That means I'll have to teach basics.
How to Write a Fight Scene (Guide)What this guide will cover:How to Write a Fight Scene (Guide)7 months ago in Writing More Like This
1) Introduction to this guide
2) What is a fight scene?
3) Why should you have them? Are they needed?
4) The ‘dos’ of a successful fight scene
5) The ‘don’ts’ of a poor fight scene
6) Extras and personal preferences
7) A good-bye and good luck!
Firstly and foremost(ly), I am, by no means, a professional of fight scenes. What this document, or this guide even, should employ is a step up to the dos and don’ts of a successful fight scene that I have learned over the years. You could say that this is me giving you what I know, which it is. Most likely, you already have some knowledge of how fight scenes work because you’ve read books. I’m hoping you have, dear god. Also, you have good grammar skills, or you know the basics at least. By the beard of Zeus and the limitless light of Helios, please tell me you do! You do, good, good. You wouldn’t be here else.
What is a fight
Being the Reader of Your Own StoryBeing the Reader of Your Own Story4 months ago in Editorial More Like This
“If you wait to do everything until you're sure it's right, you'll probably never do much of anything.” ---- Win Borden
I’ve been wanting to touch up on this topic for quite some time and, as many times I’ve had brainwaves of it, I’ve never got around to doing it. It’s a fascinating topic—heck, it fascinates me. The title, too, should make this topic fascinating. A lot of fascination, I know. We are fanatics! The joys of fantastical fantasy—okay stopping.
As the title pompously denotes, I’ll be talking about ‘reading’ your own story… as you write it. But you’re sitting there, or standing, or hop-scotching and thinking ‘well, we read our stories anyway. It’s logic to look over it.’ Not in that sense, no. I’m talking about impromptu. You’re writing but you have no idea where it’s going and as you’re writing you’re reading it and as you
The Small Defiler (Short Story. Inspirational)The Small Defiler (Short Story. Inspirational)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Setting: Europa - Rising Sun Kingdom (New Released Quarter)
Year: 1009 (After the 5th war)
1st person view: Master Donimix
As every other day, I woke up in my bed to the singing of the spire chimes. "Another day at the New-Released Quarter!" I joyed, stretching my arms over the sheets and hauling myself towards my toes. Ameriyx woke up to my side, her eyes flaring out a subtle green and luscious dainty lips, gleaming a smile.
"Excited today?" She questioned to my side.
"Yeah," I said, swinging my legs out to the side, "Lord Satix is coming. We got a letter from him saying he is coming to visit us and the new-borne."
"Must be something special," She said getting out of bed with me, "Coming to bless the Quarter you think?" She asked rhetorically.
"Maybe-- He's probably just checking up on us." I guessed, fitting into my golden-blue uniform.
I stood, posing stern in the clear mirror and assorted my cuffs to make them more c
Cassandria the Assassin Part 1My body was losing a lot of blood. The white quilt that was loosely wrapped around my body was soaked in the scarlet liquid. I had a battle with my endurance; I tested how much a person needed before unconsciousness took over. My serrated wounds were crossed with black and blue blemishes, each one telling a short story of how they happened in almost an instant without mercy. I gritted my teeth and forcefully shook my head side to side, prolonging my knock out that should have been executed hours ago.Cassandria the Assassin Part 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Seeking comfort, I brought my sore legs up to my stomach, curling myself into a frail cocoon position. The pain that existed through my veins never ceased; it felt like my blood was replaced with crippling poison. My heart thumped my chest, wanting and longing for a break from the mixture of lingering adrenaline and hatred. I felt broken, yet I resisted. The smell of iron loitered in my nostrils and a putrid taste of phlegm bleached my throat. Every night after training, I was expected to
Europa: How the first war started pt1Europa: How the first war started pt12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
***Copyright of Europa and Matsudaria***
Setting: Europa - Lunaris and Solaris Hierarchy
Year: 900 (A few days before the first war)
1st person view: Matriarch Pentadictux. The 1st hand of Khethix.
How calm. The Hierarchy. 'Would you give up everything to live in such a peaceful place?' That's what I was asked, and by the Abyss I don't regret it for a second. I stood proud with my hands cupped behind my back, tickling the acute point of my ebony sabre. I watched from the marble balcony as every knight below went about their daily life. Some ready for sleep; some ready for night duty and some ready for one last martial spar. It was a pleasant sight from up here; a white blanket went on for miles ahead across the mountainous range. I could never tire from its presence; every morning I am welcomed by it, and every night I am silenced by it. So subtle, yet so simple by its enrapturing colour. I stretched my arms to the boreal ledge o
The Life of a DefilerI’m laughing, cheering, shouting.The Life of a Defiler1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m surrounded by friends, family, foes.
I’m charging, running, stopping and resting.
Until the hand of a distant one touches me.
I’m dying, screaming, sobbing.
I’m surrounded by insanity, illness, infirmity.
I’m squabbling, crawling, reaching and fading.
Until the hand of a distant one touches me.
“Defilers!” One shouts.
My heart twangs like a rubber band.
“Necromancers!” One shouts once more.
My brain fizzles like acid.
All until the hand of a distant one touches me.
Now I have swords dangling from my shoulders.
Shivs dangling from my knuckles.
I walk with a new family; under a darker banner that floats from the floor.
Controlled by the invisible hand.
I know your face. I know your name.
You’re dying, screaming, sobbing.
You’re surrounded by insanity, illness, infirmity.
You’re squabbling, crawling, reaching and fading.
Now you’re a part of the cycle.
Cassandria the Assassin Part 6I may as well get this gear on. It was inevitable I was going to fight anyway. I walked up the plank to the main deck of the ship and scanned around. For a ship, it was pretty bland. If I could, I would have added some accessories to make the ship more at home, but what a waste of time that would have been. There were crewmen at the ropes, some by some barrels of possible supplies and some mingling as if war never came across their mind. I've never been on a boat before, so it was a new experience. Brutus headed into a brown cabin of some sort, frosted glass made a vague outline of him. Maybe that was the navigation room where the helm to the controls resided.Cassandria the Assassin Part 61 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Raven came up the plank, immediately to my side, "Get your gear on, then." She said, her hate still seeping through her skin.
"Where?" I asked.
"Follow me. Never been on a boat before, have you?" She asked, coming towards a sturdy staircase that went down into an abyss.
"No, it's my first time." I replied, looking out to sea. It
Cassandria the Assassin Part 8It was five to one; ten to one; twenty to one. The eyes stacked up around us, each pair thrashing a baleful glare. Their eyes glowed to the extent that it accumulated enough light to illuminate the ground we stood on. At least we had some sort of advantage. I went for my daggers, pleased by their light weight. I steadily raised one to my chest for defence, the other further in front to strike. Each figure advanced at a different pace, one gaining my aggro more than the other for a short time.Cassandria the Assassin Part 81 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Don't let them touch you!" Brutus hastily warned. I glanced at the torch bearer to see what would happen if they did. His throat was sliced open, the windpipe and veins were completely severed apart. He was a statue of his last movement; eyes and mouth wide open in blinding terror. What dispirited me more was that he wore plate that only blade could penetrate. The figure downed by Raven had nothing of that sort about him. I looked back, a figure just a few feet away heading for me. Its mouth frot
Nullification - Part 2It felt like my feet were cemented to the floor.Nullification - Part 21 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I couldn’t move. A second hand, even grimier than the first, reached over the edge of the corner. Then its besmirched head staggeringly revealed itself. Its jaw dangled freely and the insides of its mouth seemed charred. Two hoary eyes stared at the ground. Whether it stared with hatred, sadness or wonderment, I didn’t know. As the Defiler strenuously pulled itself from the wall, it lurched head-first to the floor. Its skull split. A line of dark red liquid spilled from its nose and branched out.
That was easier than expected. I lowered my wrench, feeling a wave of relief wash through me.
By now, someone would have come down and found us, but if a Defiler got down here, then I was on my own. Well I wasn’t. Those observers back in the controls’ room were still alive.
Slowly, I turned, my eyes fixed on the still body of the Defiler. Stretching over the discarded boxes and clothes on the floor, I made my way to the h
Nullification - Part 3There must have been something I could have done.Nullification - Part 31 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I frantically rushed up to the control panel of the door and shot it a long, doubtful look. Locked, in red neon letter, covered the black input screen of the panel. The code was zero-zero-six-nine-one, I guessed from memory. Sometimes, when I got the slightest chance, I saw the guard and the observers punch in them numbers. An attempt was better than nothing. Swapping the wrench in my left hand, I pressed the big ‘zero’ button twice.
‘Error’ flickered on the input screen. “Access denied. Sector is currently on lock down. Please standby for sector administrator.” The mere words from the intercom struck me like a bludgeon to the temple. I glared down the panel with a mixture of fear and rage. There were two screws. One at the top and one at the bottom right of the panel. Two metal binders were on the left side. It can be opened, I figured. Maybe it could have been tampered with inside. I nee
Nullification - Part 1Same day, same routine. It got old on day one. Twisting bolts, tightening pipes, testing valves, it was like déjà vu all over again. Tirelessly, I stretched for my polished chrome wrench and keyed it to the loose rusty nut on the panel. Putting my shoulder into every declining turn of my arm, I heard the sonorous creaks of the metal subsiding. Eventually the bolt resisted against my strength. It was in place. I stood tall with my wrench in hand, mopped my forehead and observed the ornate machinery in front of me. This machine was worth more than my monthly pay, I reflected carefully. A mere screw up and I could be thrown out on to the flat orange, decaying plains with the rest of the rejected Machines.Nullification - Part 11 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Don’t touch it until ordered.
“Number Five-Nine-Two. Classification: Engineer. Please remove yourself from the test chamber.” A womanised voice spoke through the intercom.
That was my cue to leave. Picking up my toolbox, I backed away from the machinery an
The Minecrafter's PrayerOur Programmer, who art above the maximum building height, Notch be thy name, thy cobblestone fortress come, thy code be executed on our computers as it is on yours.The Minecrafter's Prayer4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Give us today our daily bread made of three bushels of wheat in a horizontal line, and forgive us our griefing, as we forgive those who grief against us.
Lead us not into fatally deep mineshafts, and deliver us from creepers, for thine is the coding and the l33tness, for ever and ever.
The Magic PencilThe red lines struck two o’clock – in the morning.The Magic Pencil8 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Sleep seemed like an inevitable option. I blamed the horror movie, and the overconsumption of cheese, and the inability to shut the window to rid the terrible draft. Even worse, my daughter Alice, next door, seemed to be the fidget master of this square peg, round hole situation. Nothing but rumble after rumble, knock after knock on the wall.
I bet she was enjoying this. No sugar in her cup of tea in the morning, I thought evilly.
That will have shown her!
The clock turned one past two.
I gave it a baleful stare. At least it didn’t have to sleep. The irony of that, though, was the ‘sleep’ button on the side of the clock. Only if that button really sent me to sleep, then would my world be complete. Heck, that would have happened. I needed a miracle.
The wall knocked; again and again.
“Max.” My wife mumbled. I knew what she was hinting.
“Oh no. No, no, no. It’s your turn.
Of Little GrimThere he stood hunchbacked, skinny, in fact bony if anything. He weighted an oversized clipboard in one set of phalanges, and a quill in the other, scribbling down gibberish and nonsensical circles and crosses on a three by three grid. He wore an ashen cloak; a baggy hood hauled over his blank eye sockets.Of Little Grim7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The most egotistic, if not most pompous and slightly comical, of his features was a huge badge pinned into the fabrics of his cloak. It proudly read, in bold letters, ‘LITTLE GRIM’.
His name reflected his weak stature. He was small, petite. A simple toss of a rock, or a pebble, would have placed him on his backside in seconds. In his mouth, where he bared his infamous gap-tooth, which was eye soaring, was a fat cigar. Despite it being unlit, the end smouldered a ribbon-like smoke. People had often wondered how such a cigar could seethe without a light. But after some intense musing, people had begun to suspect his incited anger which heated the cigar.
Little Grim had prob