Like days in their later hours,
all things must end.
Every story has its finish,
every hero, their selep.
The sun must set before every night.
But it will always
rise again.
And, tomorrow,
we get to tell the story.
Writer's Block
A place for me to post all my short stories, and about anything involving writing or books.
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Monday, August 13, 2012
Glory to the Alliance!
Glory to the Alliance!
We'll hold our heads up in defiance
If the Horde should ever come marching in
(which I doubt).
We're made up of the highest of Kings
and the lowest of peasants,
and together we'll make sure, for our enemies,
that the battle is less than pleasent.
Whether it be at Alterac Valley or Warsong Gulch,
You can bet we'll be doing our best to turn them Orcs into mulch.
If the battle looks grim,
and loss is on the brim,
We will still not give up,
not on a whim.
We will look up to him,
if he happens to be there,
and he will say,
"In our enemies blood we will swim!"
So rise up; we stand united!
For those with doubts,
Well, we will leave the path lighted,
For we are the Alliance,
brothers and sisters,
so let's get out there and kick some Horde keisters!
Glory to the Alliance!
We'll hold our heads up in defiance
If the Horde should ever come marching in
(which I doubt).
We're made up of the highest of Kings
and the lowest of peasants,
and together we'll make sure, for our enemies,
that the battle is less than pleasent.
Whether it be at Alterac Valley or Warsong Gulch,
You can bet we'll be doing our best to turn them Orcs into mulch.
If the battle looks grim,
and loss is on the brim,
We will still not give up,
not on a whim.
We will look up to him,
if he happens to be there,
and he will say,
"In our enemies blood we will swim!"
So rise up; we stand united!
For those with doubts,
Well, we will leave the path lighted,
For we are the Alliance,
brothers and sisters,
so let's get out there and kick some Horde keisters!
Glory to the Alliance!
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
The Garamon Swarm
"Trian! The Garamon are coming in too strong! Get everyone back!"
Trian
nodded, cutting down one of the horrible monsters standing in front of him. "Everybody, get back to the Second
Wall! Fall back! Fall back!" Trian threw out a fireball out of his hand,
hitting two of the creatures. Everyone
slowly started pulling out towards the stronger defenses, but it was slow
goings. The Garamon were too numerous;
every time you would cut one away from you, two more of them would spring out
in your face.
The Magi hurled spell after spell to try and
cover the retreat of the soldiers, but the enemy continually flooded the small
courtyard. Finally the last Knight had
passed him, and he, too, ran towards temporary safety.
But
even with Trian's efforts to give the knights a head start, the Garamon were
quickly catching up. As he looked towards
the wall, he could see a flock of Karnen, the Garamon's Gargoyle like
creatures, swoop down on the unsuspecting Archers up ahead.
"Well
there goes our support..." he whispered.
Trian stopped, turned around, and stared straight at the oncoming wave
of Garamon. He mustered his energy,
slowly raised his hands level with his head, and let the Magic consume
him. Whenever he made a powerful spell
like this, he could feel the energy coursing through his blood.
Thick
clouds came in, just above the grey stone buildings. Blades of ice rained down on the Garamon,
cutting down wave after wave. Then he
turned towards the abandoned homes next to him, summoned all his strength, and
slowly brought them down, cutting off the one way in...and out. "That should hold them for a little
while..." Trian mumbled, and began running up to the wall.
By the
time he reached it, the Karnen had already flown off. Trian collapsed next to the wall, immediately
reaching for his canteen. He poured the
water in his mouth, welcoming the cool liquid to quench his parched throat.
"Sir
Mage," a young soldier came up to Trian and bowed. He quickly got up and returned the bow.
"How
are things looking?" he asked her.
Her frown deepened.
"Not
good, Magi. Garamon have just breached
the North and South gates, and you of course just witnessed the East one
fall."
"And
the West?"
"Not
looking good. We're sending
reinforcements, but we suspect it will be gone by nightfall."
"Our
one way out is about to be cut off. Is
there any chance we can escape that way?"
Trian already knew the answer.
"No,
sir. I'm sorry, but it would take an
army at least five times our size, and energy, to fight through the enemy
forces."
"What
are the conditions of the Sky Ships? Did
they manage to repair them?"
"We
can probably fix them by tonight, but we can't be sure. Plus, we would have to fight through clouds
of Karnen. And even if we could do all
that, there is no way we could get everyone on board."
"Not
at the rate things are going..." Trian grumbled. He saw the dismayed look on the young warrior's
face. "I apologize, I should not
talk like that. It's just...things have
looked worse than ever, lately. What,
with the fall of Great Anem and all of Danangar wiped out like that...We're
some of the last ones that can fight back, and we can't even defend one of our
greatest strongholds..." Trian looked
up, realizing that his ramblings were not helping. "Alright, well go see if you can assist
in repairing the ships. I'll check up on
the defenses."
The soldier
nodded. She waved to another mage, and
they both teleported away.
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Beaches of Oblivion
What do you do when
you reach a choosing point in your life, and don’t know which way to go? What do you do when you’ve reached the
Beaches of Oblivion?
How can you go on?
You’re unsure whether
to go forward or back. You can even try
to find a path that takes you left or right.
But what choice do you have? Why
does it matter? After you’ve done so
much, what more could the world possibly want from you?
How can you go on?
You sit alone on the
beaches for days, maybe weeks, just…thinking.
You know you aren’t the first one to stand along these shores. Not even a thought of food or water crosses
your mind as you try and decide where you want to take your life next. It is peaceful here, beautiful. You could stay here the rest of your life,
even if it as very little compared to what you had before.
How can you go on?
The water washes up
onto your feet, jolting you out of your meditation. You’ve come to a decision.
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