High above the cloud and city sat the wolf. He sat on his couch. The walls white and few. As the wolf raised the small glass to his lips he ran his fingers through the his slicked back, jet black hair. suddenly the main lights went out and only a few small, white lamps shon as apart of his emergency systems. Bang! The door flung open and fifty men all armed to the teeth in tactical gear and machine guns. The red light flashed on and off and with each flash one man disappeared until just five remained. With the next flash the wolf pounced from behind a wall. He placed his hand on the invaders shoulders and twirled into another room. The wolf slammed the soldier up against the wall as the soldier drew a small hand gun. The wolf grabbed the mans hand gun and positioned himself underneath the mans arm. As he pulled down on the gun and hand holding it a snap boomed and the bone shattered. The pistol fell and with a finale pirouette the wolf caught it and released a quick double-tap to the brain and jaw.
He then shot backwards up against the wall and beside the door. Mid reload he dropped the magazine to the floor and crouched. Hearing the bang a second soldier sprung out and fired a quick blitz at head hight. The crouching wolf fired three rounds up into the soldiers. Chin and thought. He turned and slid through the hall in a power side shooting a barrage of bullets taking down the third invader before rolling into the living room balcony just beside the spiral staircase. Suddenly a pair of arms rapped around his neck. With a twist the wolf smashed the soldier into the wall however the man was latched on. The wolf sharply bent down and flipped the assailant over sending his back colliding with the banister before smashing down onto the glass table.
Turning the wolf smashed a small display on the wall containing several antique knives. Armed with one of the antiquities he pushed forward and smashed into the fifth and final soldier. He pushed the knife through the chest before clapping the solders face mask over the mouth and knows. The wolf’s black eyes pierced the soldiers orange visor as the last breath faded. “Game on,” the wolf remarked . Determined and with a purpose he pushed past the bodies to a large wall covered with a centuries old tapestry. The wolf grabbed the tapestry and tore it from the wall to reveal a large bored covering a old hole. The wolf took his knife and slashed put a small hole which he slowly struggled through.
He stepped into a small room with stone brick walls painted with cases. Large, robust, militaristic cases filled with guns, lots of guns.
They sat huddled up in the torn hull of the ‘Astral Phenix star craft’ as a snow, rain mixture stormed through the sheet covered gashes the crew huddled up close around the light blue heat lamp. “All the years of training, this entire mission just to die in a stupid storm,” Melisa shivered as she huddled up on Kiran shoulder.
“Sometimes its the journey that’s more important rather than the destination, and sometimes its the company you have that makes it all worth while.” Kiran paused as he pulled the blanket over to Melissa’s feet “and with a crew like mine, with you as my co-pilot any destination is worth the journey,”
Frustrated a tall blonde man with wavy blonde hair marched up and down. Puffed of thick white air bellowed from his mouth as he grunted. He came to a sudden stop near a metal wall. “You alright, Warren?” A small pale woman in the far corner bellowed.
“Ye I’m good, i just hate sitting here dong nothing,” Warren said as his hand grabbed the metallic handle off the buckled loading door. Kirans eyes traced his arm down and saw warrens finger tighten and his teeth grind. Kiran turned and whispered in Melisas ear before standing and tossing a small object at Warrens head “grab the pulse slingers and ill grab the tools,” after a few moments Warren tossed Kiran a small metal hand gun and the pair crawled out from one of the tarps.
Sparks flew as small electrical currents blasted form an hand held device in Kirans hand into the side of the ‘astral phoenix’ and massive colossal bolts of red lightning blasted the snow covered, alien, ground. Suddenly a low growl rumbled form the dark of the leafless Forrest. Kiran handed His partner the Zapper torch and began into the woods. He could feel the cold air on the back of his neck. At only a few degrees colder it reminded him of his home in the stars. As the grown grew louder and became to emanate from multiple places. He pulled from his armour plated uniform a small piece of glass. He placed it on his brow and from it unfolded a large orange vizier and a metallic helmet. Neon writing flashed up on screen ‘life forms detected, 360 degrees surrounded,’ he raised the pulse slinger and fired a small light blue pulse into a nearby tree. The pulse illuminated the fifty red eyes. These eyes devised into sixes all of which matched to large grey beasts with six limbs not including the long stinger tipped tale. He span round on his heels and fired a barrage of pulse pellets.
This writing piece is set in the same world as a novel I’m currently planning that is a very sci fi and takes place in space after humanity destroyed the planet. I hope you enjoyed and I’d love any criticism of this piece or suggested ideas for the novel it’s based on.
He stood at the foot of the mountain. His cloak billowed in the wild winds as his trusty falcon burrowed its head in Adrians neck. The ruins floor was blanketed in a thick white rug. Three toed tracks formed dotted lines up the road. Small box shaped houses formed rows of up and down. He walked up the hill his thick boots leaving tracks smaller than ants in comparison to the tracks he followed. He squared in the snow and stroked the tracks with his two fingers before bringing it up to his nose. His head slowly rolled round to his travelling companions “the tracks are old,” his eyes squinted at something in the distance. The group all turned to see a large, spike of ice flew up form on of the houses.
The ranger stood and slowly paced towards the glacier. As he walked down the alleyway he noticed a peculiar, black mark on the cobbled wall. He ran his finger along it and brushed away the soot. “Fire?” He said curiously. He moved further down the alley as one of his partners followed while the other fanned out. The glacier flowed drown from the rooftop onto the bath and up the hill in a smooth crystallised slide. He drew a large bolt form his quiver and loaded it into his crossbow. He stepped through a large crack into one of the houses. Inside sat the bones of a young woman curled up next to a titanic wolfs skeleton. He looked up to see a large hole in the roof he grabbed onto the ledge and pulled himself up onto the roof where he saw nothing out of order except for the army of long silvery slashes and on the slate tiles. He leaped over onto the next building, a small church with a thin yet tall tower. He climbed in throw the broken window and got up onto the top where he looked out at the ruin of the village. The scratches formed patterns on not one but all of the roofs except for the roofs that were either missing, or had been destroyed in another way. His eyes shot while and his jaw dropped. He raced down to centre of of the village “guys! Guys!” He yelled as he dropped to his knees and pulled out a large book bound in leather. He opened the first page and scanned down the small list at the stat part before skimming over to page three hundred and eighty six and began to read “Toraniglir, a small village located at the foot of mount-two-spike,” he lifted his finger and pointed to the tip or two tips of the mountain. “Th rice great trade centre was later destroyed during the the riders civil war in which the dragon riders and wolf riders went to war,”
this is i shortened version of a flashback inside my work in progress fantasy novel ‘shadow of lightning,”
He stood pondering, his leather jacket reflecting orange in the sunset. He sat on the bed his hands holding the back of his head as he starred into the blank wall. He took a long deep breath in, then out before yelling furiously. He swung his arm round and sent everything on the desk flying like birds. Kaiden leaped to his feet and flung his leg into the wall before begging to furiously rap his fist on the wall when suddenly i hard, rock tune began to roar from the debris, he turned and picked up the phone. The caller ID was blocked and Kaiden found it difficult to answer as the cracked screen did not wish to respond. “What?” He boomed down the line.
“Hi Kai’,” a woman’s voice said softly “its me, Mel’,”
“And your calling me why?” He said trying to hide the emotion in his voice.
“saw you in school today-,”
“Really? Good for you! We done?” He said quickly.
“I just wanted to check if you were okay; i saw you under the stairs at English?”
“I haven’t been to English in a week,” he replied, panicked.
“Then I should be concerned then because some rando’ has a picture of me that he cries at,”
“Yeah...guess you should be,”
“I know you kai’ don-,”
“No Melisa you don’t! We were in love! I loved you and you abandoned me! You do not, do...not, get to come back and pretend everything is okay because everything is not okay! You don’t know me! You never did!” He pushed a button on his phone and cut Mel’ off mid sentence. He turned to the door of his rooms and stormed out. After about a minute of travelling he arrived at a small bridge underneath witch a band of strange people were gathered round a cage. Inside was a large shirtless man with and a bloodied body lying knocked out on the floor. Kaiden jogged up to a short man at a booth. “How much for a round?”
“Fifty for an entry, twenty per win,” the man replied. Kaiden slammed a pile of noted on the desk and jogged up into the wring. He tossed his shirt into the corner of the cage and raised his fists. His opponent, Teddy, jabbed with his left arm. Kaiden grabbed his wrist and lifted his left arm into his opponents arm snapping it at the elbow. He then turned and thrust his elbow into Teddy’s stomach before rolling him over his back. “Winner!” The boothman yelled. A set of skinny boys walked up onto the stage and dragged the body out of the ring. Kaiden turned to the crowd and yelled “hey Billy!” The boothman looked up at Kaiden just put the twenty in a case and send up the next guy!”
A second man ran up and instantly booted Kaiden into the fence. Swiftly Kaiden tabbed the man leg and brought his own up into the mans face.
Claire stood below the stars. As she marched up the field her emerald eyes searched the the amethyst sky. She slowly reached the top of the mountain and the edge of the cliff. It took her a few moments but eventually she set up her telescope it was large, silver and black almost matching her outfit. She pressed he eye up against the telescope and watched as slowly a parade of smoky grey clouds rolled in almost instantly. Soon after powerful blasts of electric shot the ground with such force that she could feel the shock travel through her feet. Slowly In the eye of the storm appeared an oozing, purple, fog that shun in the light.
She watched as, like mould, fungus and covid the ether spread like wild fire. The ether expanded and multiplied faster than bunny’s. Then, suddenly, it erupted in flashes of bright, powerful blasts of blood red lighting. Slowly, one by one, from the ether emerged large, winged beasts with eyes like fireflies mouths like wormholes, endless and all consuming, its body long and thin like that of a large python only larger.
They swarmed like angry hornets, flew like eagles and stalked like panthers. Clair moved her eye from the telescope. Her jaw dropped. The beats flew towards her when suddenly as if from the heavens a ball of white and gold descended from the clouds. Around the etherial orb the clouds dissipated to reveal a bright suddenly. The flying beats twitched and jerked before flying directly before the orb. Before they could get with in a hundred meters of they all disintegrated. The glow fade to reveal a large winged man in full plate, silver and gold armour. As if starring into a mirror a large man with bat like wings descended in lack and purple horned armour. The pair flapped their wings before charging each other. The two collided and entered a grapple. The angel tossed the demon into the cliffside sending both the demon and rubble into the quarry. The angel charged once more in a fast dive. In a swift reaction the demon raised a leg and thrust it into the gut of the angel. The angel careened over the waters surface as if the demon and been skimming stones. The pair ascended into the sky in war for earth. Finally the angel thrust the crown of his head into the demons nose. The devil fell like an astroid once again into the ground wiping out every life on earth. Slowly the angel descended to meat his opponent “again brother?” He asked accusingly.
The demon sat in the water defeated “always! We’ll do it again and again until we’re both dead!”
“No more, only one more death,” the angel said before reading a hand. A blast of golden light obliterated the demon.
The end
Can you spot the movie quote?
Lesson one: never ever, even when joking, say anything good about this remake.
For this reason, i refuse to complete this shit show. It’s a beat for beat retelling of the original without the soul, significance or even people with enough brain power to know that china and japan are TWO FUCKING DIFFERENT COUNTRIES! I mean he doesn’t even learn karate he learns Kung Fu.
Somehow the movie manages to make a scene for scene copy of karate kid without the meaning. I mean i cried in the original when Miyagi was drunk and going on about his wife and newborn sons death meanwhile in the remake when...i dont ember who Jackie Chan played has a mental break down and destroyed the car my reaction was “skip!!!!!”
And my biggest complaint is these are fucking ten year olds. A territorial battle over the school and a girl jut doesn’t work. Even worse Chan beast the shit out of a bunch of them!!!! Sure Miyaggi beat up some teenagers but its in a four out five against one match against fully fledged blackbelts!
If you agree please add on to my review,
If you disagree go get a cat scan because you might have brain damage.
Kathryn stepped out onto the docks of the lake house. Under different light he seemed different to her. Malcom was normally quite distant and colder than the night. “Strange, isn’t it?” He asked. Her heart jumped. Despite not seeing each other in ten years they were still connected, he could still sense when she was near, when she was sad, when she was happy. After a pause she replied “what do you mean?”
Malcom replied “how the moonlight changes things, everything’s just different when its under a different light,”
She pulled the blanket over her shoulders and exhaled a thick mist “i guess,” she stepped next to him. She thought back to when the two where kids, nudging each other up and down the street, how the two would gossip about how they crushed on Garry and Melisa. Out of the corner of his eye Malcom watched as Kathryn shook and twitched and rubbed her arms. “Cold?”
“No!” Kathryn snapped. Malcom smirked. “What?”
“Nothing, just... you haven’t changed much,” he looked at her “you still cant admit when somethings wrong,” he smirked again before wrapping his arms around her and hiding her under his gown.
“Maybe your right,” she said “things do feel different under the moonlight,”
“How much do you remember about high school,?” He asked.
“Not much about school, quite a lot about other stuff during high school,” she looked up at him “i remember us arguing architecture, about Melisa...,”
“We did more than argue about Melisa,” he said looking down on her “got! You hated her!”
“I didn’t hate her,” she insisted, Malcom simply starred at her, “what!? I didn’t hate her... i hated that you liked her,”
Malcom looked her with a mixture of regret and realisation “i used to have the biggest crush on you, it was bad, everyday we’ed talk, all day we’ed talk ad the hole time i was thinking ‘what if i just told her now?’ But i never did,”
“Used to?” She asked.
“Yeah, used to,”
“I don’ believe you,” she replied. Malcom squinted at her “I don’t, its just...the way you talk. I don’t remember much bu I remember you weren’t good at much other than twisting your own words, at telling people things without actually telling people,”
“What are you on about?” He asked, faking confusion.
“You like to hide messages in your conversations,” he said “like now when you say ‘What if i just told her?’ Your not talking about you years ago your talking about you now,” Malcom couldn’t talk, his tongue was permanently stuck to the roof of his mouth. He tore his tongue free “i don’t know what your implying,”
“Yeah right,” she replied “In case you were wondering... if you had asked me... I would have told you i loved you-,” Malcom span on his heels and leaned in to kiss her. Their lips met and their eyes shut.
He stood tall and proud on the edge of the docks. Edward brushed back his jet black hair “it’s exactly the same,”
His wife, Raven, hung from his arm like a handbag “what is?”
“Everything,” he replied “if all the same as when I was little,” his eyes scanned the water. It was beautiful. The sunset glow bounced off the water. The water let out a short whisper and the wood, under foot, whimpered and creaked.
Raven turned and walked towards the cabin “don’t stay out to late,” she whispered before closing the door. Edward starred out at the water. The water was nearly as green as his eyes. Slowly and cautiously he crouched and extended his hand. His fingers grazed the waters surface . It was cold, lifeless. Edward turned to and began for the cabin. He heard the sound of a rapid tapping. Swiftly he turned to see a grey squirrel crouched in the fence holding a large nut. He placed his hand on the doorknob. He twisted it and the door swung open.
He paced calmly through the cabin before he placed his hand on the bedroom door. Pushing it open he spotted the walls plastered with a dense red liquid. Atop the bed was a mangled and chewed corpse with. From her neck hung a silver pendant ‘Raven.’ Edward cupped his mouth witch morphed into a contorted O. His eyes opened wide and tears streamed down like waterfalls.
Hunched over the corpse of his wife was a tall Grey beasts with slim bony limbs and long hanging fingers tipped with straight, pointed claws. It’s large humanoid head turned to stare at Edward. It alike Ravens body had swollen, milky white eyes. “m-, m-, Monster!” Edward yelled.
The creature hunched further and walked like a dog closer to him. Edward frozen with fear could not move no matter how much he wanted to, no matter how much he tried to. The creature stood tall and extended one finger towards him “m-, m-, Monster?” It said cocking it head. In a sharp, harsh manner it grabbed at Edward. Edward fell back and the creature swiped once more. The creature hunched again and slowly paced closer. Edward shuffled backwards until his back pressed up against the all.
The creatures long tangling fingers grabbed his ankle and pulled him in closer. As it came in closer it’s large mouth opened wide. Its war, breath touched his skin. At that very moment Edward knew it was all over.
He starred down and the woman’s mangled body, she lie in dirty puddle at the back of a filthy alley. The walls where painted with graffiti and bird droppings. Detective Elijah calmly passed slowly around the woman. A knife lay by her side and she was dressed in fluffy Santa dress. Her legs where covered in fishnet stockings. “Gloves?” He asked, his unemotional British accent stood out like a sore thumb especially around his over emotional colleagues. A shy female officer handed him a pair blue latex gloves. “So, Elijah, did you have anything planned for tonight?”
Elijah took the gloves and pulled them up over his wrists “well it’s Christmas which meant that my hole family was over from my mother in England to my sister in Tokyo so...thank god this happened!” The young cop flinched at this remark. It was not unusual for him to say such things but on Christmas, really? The best time of the year or the most wonderful time of the year. Elijah picked up the knife. “Kitchen, planned, prepared...wait a second...behind that bin,”
“What?” The cop squinted.
“Dumpster,” he enunciated. The woman stepped out of the shadows, the name tag illuminated in the moonlight ‘Jenna.’ From behind the dumpster she grabbed a large, red, paper bag with golden snowflakes on it. She reached inside an pulled out a large cardboard box with a transparent plastic window. Inside was a row of four knifes with one missing in the middle. “So either she just randomly committed suicide on Christmas with presents bought or...someone-“ something else caught his eye. He reached his hand to the rim of her neck. Near the back he saw a large red mark. He placed his spare hand on the back of her head and rolled it to the side. Next her rushed her hair aside to ravels a row of pinkish-red circles engraved on her skin. “Grabbed,” he mutters.
“What?” Jenna leaned in.
“Pearl neckless. She had a pearl neckless, had being the key word,” Elijah replied. Jenna’s jaw dropped. She scratched her head and took a momentary glance at the knife. “But...but...but-,”
“Let, me guess...the only set of prints on the knife was her’s?”
“Yeah, whats your answer for that one?” She said with a hint of sarcasm, a dab of ‘ha you’re stuck’ and a main corse of ‘I finally have the upper hand!’
“She fought off the glove wearing criminal,” he said with a smirk
“Bu...bu...but-,” she paused “you can’t prove it!” She snapped
“Actually...i can,” he paused “our glove wearing criminal is...right there,” he raised his hand to the entrance of the alley. Stood there befuddled was a young boy with long blue hair and a black track suit. His hands masked with leather and his pocket overflowing with a pearled neckless. Elijah turned on his heals and sprinted after the boy who turned tail and ran.
Lilian stood atop her fathers light house. It was no red and white spiral covered creation one finds at a fair it was a dark and damp stone tower with a spinning yellow lamp on top. Lilian brushed her jet black hair as she pondered over the increase in the disappearance of ships. She watched the waters surface for any sign of life. “Lilian get in here and mop the floors!” Her fathers annoying and booming voice yelled.
Days passed and this happened again and again day after day. Until eventually something surfaced. Lilian sprinted down the spiral staircase of the lighthouse. Within moments she appeared at the rocky beach. She looked out at the greenish blue, scaly creature snaked it’s way across the surface. The serpentine revered back its f aged head. It’s red eyes met with Lilian’s blue pair. It let out a long and violent feline hiss. Swiftly it’s large massive wings flared out as it lifted into the air it’s long tale hovered over the water. It was covered in thick black spins that punctured the skin. Swiftly it’s muscled toned wrapped around her body. Slowly it lifted her to meet its gaze.
Located on its neck, Lilian spotted, a collection of long scratches. Lilian had studied most living animals and not one could have made this mark. Lilian extended her arm and pant. Either this was going to go very well or she was gonna be a very realistic Captain Hook for Halloween. Her soft skin met the snakes rough armoured scales. The serpentine closed it’s eyes and lowered her onto its back. Suddenly the serpent turned and shot of down the water. It swiftly naked its serpentine body around the sharp rocks before diving deep into the water. Lilian thought the beast was taking her to its best. She was shore she was about to become lunch. The animal turned upward suddenly and shot into the air. It’s wings flapped violently as it lifted higher and higher. Lilian calmed as they soured through the air.
Soon they arrived at a tall pointed mountain with a large dragon head carved, open mouthed into the cliffside. The serpentine dragon shot down the statues throat. For hours they flew down the cave until he came into an opening. A vast cave with colourful trees and vibrant grass. Winged beings of all sorts called this place home. The home of the dragons.
