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i've been neglecting my writing muscles due to the fact that i have been uninspired, but i dont want to forget the skills i know...
i need to start writing again, my friend alex joy is an inspiration, finishing a novella and trying to get it published already.
so here we go:
CLANG! the swords slashed together in a flurry of sparks as we circled the room in a deadly dance of skill and steel. Every time the swords touched licks of flame come off the blades from the pure heat and energy we put into each and every movement. An attack from above, slides off right next to my hair, cutting off a strand, as my kick to his side burshes against his shirt. I catch myself and begin flowing into a wide arc bringing my sword above me, my head below as my foot lands on the ground, sending my sword to slash open his side. My opponent launches his feet sideways sending him diving away from my blade, kicking it with his shoe as it passes. As he dives i use the new direction of my swing to flip backwards into the air, bringing myself to land just a few feet away from his rolling body. He is crouching, holding his blade up to lunge, when he says to me:
"Good, you are ready... Wake up"
Suddenly my body convulses foreward, as i feel something come up from my lungs. My breathing stops for a moment as I feel fingers reaching out of my mouth, pushing my jaw open wide. My eyes bulge out as my jaw cracks and breaks while i see a head of dark hair coming out of me, sliding a long body behind it. It shrugs his shoulders bringing them to thier natural position, showing he is a man, as i see more of him appear. My body falls to the floor as he steps out of me. Long black hair, with a long black beard, a mustache that almost covers his red lips, those lips... so red, blood red... the only part of his face you can see. He was tall, lanky, frightening, his wore all black, almost skintight clothing, his hands were freakishly long, and his nails burst out of the gloves like obsidian claws.
My opponent speaks again:
"Pathetic boy, holding such a powerful angel inside you. What a fool you are, not realizing what gave you your strength"
I could not speak, i felt broken, weak, a heap of flesh on the ground. The one who came out of me smiled showing blindingly white teeth, and suddenly shrugs, popping out six large grey feathered wings, raising his hand towards my opponent, he smiled and closed his fingers one at at time. Saying:
"An angel of a different kind... for I am not this boy's guardian, so easily taken and destroyed, I am this boy's inner soul, and i will not be tainted by him or you no longer!"
suddenly the winged man opened his hand, showing a large black feather, he blew his lips together whilsting, and the feather shot foreward at my opponent, lighting him in an extrodinary white flame. Then the wing man flew out of the warehouse we had been fighting in. My jaw was healed and i began to stand, still shaky, feeling like a big peice of me was missing...
i call it: the man without a soul prt 1
i need to start writing again, my friend alex joy is an inspiration, finishing a novella and trying to get it published already.
so here we go:
CLANG! the swords slashed together in a flurry of sparks as we circled the room in a deadly dance of skill and steel. Every time the swords touched licks of flame come off the blades from the pure heat and energy we put into each and every movement. An attack from above, slides off right next to my hair, cutting off a strand, as my kick to his side burshes against his shirt. I catch myself and begin flowing into a wide arc bringing my sword above me, my head below as my foot lands on the ground, sending my sword to slash open his side. My opponent launches his feet sideways sending him diving away from my blade, kicking it with his shoe as it passes. As he dives i use the new direction of my swing to flip backwards into the air, bringing myself to land just a few feet away from his rolling body. He is crouching, holding his blade up to lunge, when he says to me:
"Good, you are ready... Wake up"
Suddenly my body convulses foreward, as i feel something come up from my lungs. My breathing stops for a moment as I feel fingers reaching out of my mouth, pushing my jaw open wide. My eyes bulge out as my jaw cracks and breaks while i see a head of dark hair coming out of me, sliding a long body behind it. It shrugs his shoulders bringing them to thier natural position, showing he is a man, as i see more of him appear. My body falls to the floor as he steps out of me. Long black hair, with a long black beard, a mustache that almost covers his red lips, those lips... so red, blood red... the only part of his face you can see. He was tall, lanky, frightening, his wore all black, almost skintight clothing, his hands were freakishly long, and his nails burst out of the gloves like obsidian claws.
My opponent speaks again:
"Pathetic boy, holding such a powerful angel inside you. What a fool you are, not realizing what gave you your strength"
I could not speak, i felt broken, weak, a heap of flesh on the ground. The one who came out of me smiled showing blindingly white teeth, and suddenly shrugs, popping out six large grey feathered wings, raising his hand towards my opponent, he smiled and closed his fingers one at at time. Saying:
"An angel of a different kind... for I am not this boy's guardian, so easily taken and destroyed, I am this boy's inner soul, and i will not be tainted by him or you no longer!"
suddenly the winged man opened his hand, showing a large black feather, he blew his lips together whilsting, and the feather shot foreward at my opponent, lighting him in an extrodinary white flame. Then the wing man flew out of the warehouse we had been fighting in. My jaw was healed and i began to stand, still shaky, feeling like a big peice of me was missing...
i call it: the man without a soul prt 1