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(aka it's a FEATURE)
Rain on Our Faces Booming thunder and a heavy drenching rain down out the noise of crying children being ordered off buses and into a gymnasium. Flashes of lightning reveal grim faces and stern glares, and the rows upon rows of buses and vans. As soon as the brilliant glare disappears, darkness swallows the lot once more, with only dull street lights as guidance. People huddle in random groups and lines--not full families most of the time--with mothers clinging to their children, women clinging to their husbands ad each other, and children who may not have ever met each other before, holding hand tightly. They all had wide, terrified eyes and white-knuckled fists, and rapid breaths were visible on the chilled night air. Each bus has two heavily-armed men in urban and green digi-camouflaged uniforms, holding large assault rifles with their hands gripping their weapons tightly and finger just barely off the trigger. Hard, uneasy eyes under thin-brimmed caps scan the lines of people, looking fRain on Our Faces by Ancient-Hoofbeats
Striker 9-0-9 Click.Striker 9-0-9 by Ancient-Hoofbeats
"Midnight moonlight echoing the nightmares, children singing harmful melodies, Light burning souls apart in mordrid silence, to take--"
"Would you STOP singing that bullshit?!" A voice growled in the darkness. "I know you're a.. a vampire and all, but still...ugh." The figure shuddered.
Golden crimson-stained teeth grinned from the shadows. "Come now, Drach. I'm not that bad, am I?" The second voice hissed.
Drach snorted and inched closer to the farthest wall. "Just keep your grimy teeth away from my flesh, you blood-thirsty soul-stealer."
"Quiet you two!" A third voice commanded. "Sarge may not care if you eat each other alive, but I need at least one of you for th
Kinetic Minds Soulless eyes stared unblinkingly into the fading darkness, scanning the brightening horizon for any sign of unwelcome visitors. Long, bony fingers curved around the grip of an AR-RAM .52 machine gun, similar in model to the ever-famous P90 submachine gun, ready for anything. A sheathed Stealth-D40 knife glowed a soft blue, evidence of its recharging energy; solar panels on the outer coverings of the sheath would soon be sucking in energy from the scorching sun rising just beyond. A dust tornado danced in the shadows, somewhere in the distance. Silence remained passive and intense, as if daring the night to speak. Though relatively quiet in the vast expanse, the wind began tickling at the stranger's thin strands of black hair; the sands shifted ever so slightly in response. A satellite streaked across the sky, unaware of this new presence. Across the desert, a light flickered </i>one, two, three...a signal of passing merchants; such a caravanKinetic Minds by Ancient-Hoofbeats
The Falling SkyGreen & brown grass, warm temps, short-sleeve shirts, late-day sunThe Falling Sky by Ancient-Hoofbeats
Bullets flying, pinging, scraping against metal and brick
Flashes and gun haze thick in the heavy air
Camouflaged faces and bodies, black tee shirts and combat boots,
Glinting glasses and broad-rimmed caps hiding telltale eyes
Open land crowded with fear, fury, courage, and the brave.
Seeing from multiple angels as the rage hits the strings
As the lead lets loose and the bodies fall;
Kneeling on bended knee, behind walls, bushes and trees,
Laying on blood-soaked gunshot-residue dirt and grime
Firing rapidly like the heart beating adrenaline
Screams of generations reaping all around you.
One, two, three, four, five, six
Searing, scalding, ripping flesh and breaking bones
Not a warning—too late for that with the pieces so scattered
And the rocking weeping holding their lifeless children
Even the end shatters their own minds and steals them away
As all around the sky comes falling down...
The Hours Before They CameThe day started like any other.The Hours Before They Came by Ancient-Hoofbeats
Warm sunshine filtered through the thin shades in her room, heating the bare wood floor and giving the atic loft a sense of coziness, making it near impossible to climb out of bed. A soft breeze ripples the curtains in her open window and brought with it the sweet smel of summer apples and fresh laundrey from outside. Brds chirped and crickets asang, a dog barked two houses down, a train blasted its horn in the distance and all seemed well with the world.
Slowly, she stretched her arms over her head and her feet as far as they would go, until both feet and hands touched the oak borders of her bed, and yawned. The spring quilt her mom had made for her eigth birthday, which had been a few days ago, stayed tucked in around her, and she smiled as she looked at her name etched into the blanket amongst the blue, yellow, green and white blocks, in frothy pink lace: Grace. Her parents had chosen that name for her, as they often liked to remind her, because she w
The AwakeningPure white walls drift into my vision--wither I am asleep or awake, it doesn't matter...I see it all day. Perhaps that means it'll actually happen...I don't know. The story is always the same, but still it continues on, every day, every time. Am I supposed to stop it, or...what? Why am I getting this? Am I alone with this nightmare or are others having it? My questions, too, fade away with the day as this world I live in is traded for the one that has yet to happen.The Awakening by Ancient-Hoofbeats
The further I walk, the clearer things get, until I can see more than just white walls. Blue lines traverse the walls all the way to the end of the hall and around the corner. Faus marble tiles paint the floor, faded, worn, and grimy with time. Shadows pass by me--humans, I assume by the vague figures I can see. A soft, warm summer breeze brushes against my skin, and I notice a window at the end of the hallway that is slightly ajar. Outside, it's bright and pleasant, with luscious green hills and thick woods--a co
|One of three novels I'm writing. WHOWMt (aka What Happened On Wolf Mountain) is a mystery novel with tidbits of SciFi, similar to the Tom Clancy series! It's about a murder that takes place on Wolf Mountain in NC, which is deeply ebbed in gov't conspiracies and terrorist plots. The ending will leave you stunned!|
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