Why I write?

Theres a question.

Why do I write?

Really this is something we should all ask ourselves once in a while as the answer might surprise you.

We might think we know ourselves, but a lot of our actions fall into the subconscious and we do things out of habit.

Let’s not forget that this is an art form, even though I don’t see myself as an artist, it is 100% a form of it.

Only I cannot draw so I must use what tools I have at my disposal, that being an overactive imagination and what I like to think anyway, a decent usage of the English language.

So the question at hand.

“Why do I write?”

There are a few answers to this question:

1: It helps.

Its true. It helps me, more than I think I can admit. I go through my daily life, living partly in this world and partly in the worlds that I ‘see’. By see I don’t mean hallucinations, I mean in my head. ‘Thinking in pictures’ is the closest analogy that I can think of, but it doesn’t quite get the message across.

My thoughts, especially regarding stories, are very rarely of my own doing. I am merely an observer. If I try to make the characters act, or have a different relationship, the whole thing locks up. They simply refuse to move and I find myself stuck. It’s like writers block, but only when I try to alter their lives.

Going back to the analogy, it’s not just a snapshot that I get, it’s fully acted out scenes of events, many of which I try to remember and write down later, however I find that as I’m writing them, they quite often flow as I write meaning I try to play catch up and sincerely hope that I can get across to you what id happening for me.

2: I want to be an author.

I write my stories and publish a lot on here, that is true. But there are some that are never revealed on here. Not because I dont want the world to see them, but because they are closer to me. They are characters that are a part of me, they have placed themselves in my soul and I have to do them justice. So therefore they will remain with me until they are officially published.

3: For you.

Yes, you dear reader. (If you made it this far, please comment something, im fascinated with how many people read through my postings and have ideas from them) I write for you.

My imagination is something I both enjoy and also massively curses me. So I write stories, some good, some bad, to me they are all my workings and mind acting in it’s bizzarre way. Hopefully you enjoy what I post and will continue to follow me on this journey to getting into print and published.

Anyway, I’m not sure if this really answered any questions you have, though I will answer any in the comments so please, let me know.

Thanks!

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Throne of Hell 3- Ending

Please check my profile, leave a like and follow if you enjoy to see more of my writing! This will be the final part that i am releasing as the rest shall be going into a novel that will be available via Amazon as soon as it is finished.

I hope you have enjoyed this teaser and will follow the story through to its epic conclusion when it is released.

Thank you!

Sheena sat in her Realm, tail curled around her legs and the body of another man drained of life and soul sprawled out on the floor before her.

She was growing tired of the same thing now, seduce an idiot with power and… Feminine wiles, bring him to her Realm, a quick ride and he gave her all she needed.

The chance to absorb his soul and life.

It didnt matter who it was, she had bedded slaves, traders, soldiers and kings.

Even a legendary hero once or twice, much to the dislike of the effervescants, but she didnt care.

They couldnt touch her if they tried.

With a deep sigh, she examined the Realm, all twenty square feet of it, laid out exactly how she liked it.

The bed, with its luxurious sheets made from the rarest of fabrics, and something only available in Minerva, the Demon world.

A silk so soft that it felt like waters touch, refreshing and yet keeping you dry at the same time.

Pink linen drapes around the “walls” bordered the area, suggestively tinted and parted to resemble…

It all added to the effects that she had on men.

And yet she grew bored.

Seducing men was easy, her powers allowed her to be seen how they wanted her to be seen. She was a sexual chameleon with a taste for mens souls, and a talent for seduction.

Yet surely there was more to life then this?

She headed from her realm, destroying the body of her last victim casually with a flick that produced an incinerating flame, burning it to ash that blew away into the voids that surrounded the realm.

There were no walls, only black canvasses that showed stars and galaxies, all manner of constellations and other bodies of mystery to humans.

She stepped out into the Cortex, a red tinted spiral of floating symbols and objects that hovered in the air.

She walked away, unimpressed by the hovering structure and out into the city of Minerva.

A bustling city of greed, violence and obscure structure.

It surrounded a castle, thr cortex being the only other long lasting structure in the entire city, everything else was ramshackle and battered.

Demons tended to avoid the city if they had a realm of their own, only coming here when absolutely necessary.

She wandered through the streets, heading towards the castle. Passing beggars and mangled bodies of crippled demons that had fallen from glory.

There was one rule in the city.

You make it out or you die.

A large circle gleamed above the city, casting a silver glow upon everything that remained stationery, fires lit certain paths up as best they could, but nothing could bring light truly to this world.

She knew where she was going, and it wasnt the castle. This time it was to the Forbidden sector, “forbidden for their own protection” they had always been told.

But it made no difference.

Nobody enforced the law and often demons entered and never came back.

She was determined to find out what happened their, even if it meant never returning to her realm.

“Stop, succubus. Where dyu think your going?”

A scratchy voice jerked from the shadows.

Sheena stopped and looked towards the shadow.

Suddenly the area flooded with skinny, ragged bodies, grey in colour with yellow eyes.

They piled out with incredible speed, throwing themselves at her feet, she stepped back but found that they flooded faster then she could move and was soon blocked in by a sea of bodies that blocked the entire street.

One hopped out amidst the waves and crouched bear her, a strange flickering haze around his head gave him the look of being behind fogged glass.

“Reckon you could handle all of us? I can see… see your power… yes. See what you arrrrrrrrre….”

She pulled but it was no use, they covered her completely.

She felt hands grabbing at her flesh, sliding their cold hands across her bare skin, searching and grabbing for something that they could take…

The demon drew close to her face, breath stinging her face as he got there, poisoning her lungs with its filth.

“You need all… of these to capture me? Im on my own… take me yourself…”

He laughed, a raking sound that bit at her ears.

“You are right… i should have… first go…”

His eyes stayed glowing yellow yet she could feel his gaze scraping across her.

The tide of bodies parted suddenly and dropped her to her feet. They stood on either side of her as a fat green creature revealed itself, short in stature with a bulbous belly and rubbery skin.

It has a smattering of hair on its head and enormous yellow eyes that glowed with an orange ring around the yellow that resonated with the grey swarm.

It licked its lips and walked towards her, a greed in its massive eyes she had seen over a thousand times.

She was aware of the wall of bodies staring at her as the creature neared.

She was no stranger to people watching, the years she had spent bedding people had meant she saw numerous parties where she had claimed souls all around. Even some women, but they where difficult to capture… unless they where willing.

She dropped to her knees and began to crawl towards the creature, this many people under his control, he was obviously into this form of seduction.

She looked up, trying her best to be what he wanted… crawling across the street, she tried to block out the hundreds of bodies that could pounce on her in a second should it go wrong, and even she couldnt guarantee that she would get out of that…

His eyes widened as she neared, staying in her knees, a smile cracked on his face as she got closer and closer, he could feel her warmth, the heat from her breath as she edged closer and closer.

She could practically feel the effort it was putting in to not give in to her, when suddenly her head was wrenched back and she was face to face with him, a smile cracked upon his face as he held her, staring at her panicked face. He knew what she was doing, and had caught her off guard. Then began to use his hypnosis on her, bearing down into her eyes, looking for the anchor point to lodge his thoughts in.

“St… stop… you dont…” she breathed in, a scared, fear filled lungful of air as she felt him probing around her mind.

She dodged as much as she could, twisting and turning, flashing thought after thought before his vision, trying anything possible to get him to anchor to something she could afford to lose when.

“Got you.”

He snared a thought. A deep thought, one of the deepest. Thoughts or memories she could have possibly shown.

The day she broke into the world.

He saw it all, the tear in the sack, the first breath she breathed, the lights, sounds, smells, the fear as she saw her brothers and sisters all about to turn on her as a power struggle.

She was his.

An elated feeling blew up inside him.

Never had he ever thought about capturing a succubus. With this as an ally, he could take a castle for himself… maybe even get his own realm…

His mind wandered far from the original thought of conquering her and began to imagine himself as the leader of a demon army, all under his control and free to do as he wished.

Then a strange feeling came through the fog of his mind, as though four black spikes stuck up through the dreams, mountains blocking his vision of glory.

They grew in size as he snapped back to reality, the pain grew in intensity. She was standing above him now, fear had left and the yellow glow of influence began to fade from her eyes.

It became hard to breathe, drawing in a harsh breath, he felt her move her fingers behind his tongue and at the bavk of his head.

He gagged a little, catching sight of his army of ragged beings as they fell in a swathe of death.

She grabbed something hard at the back of his head and twisted sharply, a satisfying crack issued from his mouth and his eyes dulled.

She felt the wind pick up around her as his power transferred to her. She already had the power of influence, but having more power was never a bad thing.

She retracted her hands from the disgusting creatures body and let it fall to the floor amidst the pile of grey flesh.

She continued on her journey, unfazed by the creature and its tide of grey beings when, his face flashed before her eyes. Its gleaming eyes pierced into her brain, a sharp spike of pain ran through her head. She raised a hand to her head reactively, a bark of pain issued from her mouth.

That thing had poisoned a memory, even though it was a false one, he had anchored into her mind. He may be dead but his influence had stung deeply into her mind. She shook her head and continued onwards to the Forbidden place.

Oa reached the top of the hill and stood at upon a mound of dirt, ahead of him was a smoothed clearing leading up to the structure. Two large creatures stood ahead, both powerful and muscular in structure, strange horned heads and thickly furred legs with stumped feet. They stared at the floor, almost as if they were waiting for a challenger to approach them.

Oa knew this would kill him, but he skidded down the dirt mound to the clearing and began a steady walk towards the beasts before him.

Suddenly, the sky exploded with a horrendous flapping noise, thousands of beating, flesh coloured wings filled his vision. He raised his hands up, aware of the beating wings whipping around on all sides. Swinging his arms, felt like he was fighting the wind as they came thick and fast. He was blinded by the sheer ferocity of the creatures, his sight flashed but he just about made out the creatures from earlier, covered in thin fleshy strands of creatures, tearing and ripping at their skin as they tried in vain to fight them off. He closed his eyes and lashed out in every direction, spinning and twisting as his blows landed and smashed through creatures all around him. Suddenly he felt them land on him and begin biting and pulling at his flesh.

Sheena stood in the entrance of the Forbidden Place, a large cavern that refused to let light escape its depths. With a deep breath, she stepped over the boundary and headed down into the darkness.

It took very little time to come across the centre, but she had no idea what to expect. It was another cortex.

Smaller, bluer and considerably quieter, she was astounded by its weird familiarity. The symbols and structures that floated where totally different, strange scripture marked on the stones. As she approached, they began to vibrate nervously. If this is like the other Cortex, then it should work like…

She reached up into the quivering airborne scales and came within a hairs width of touching a tile when a golden glow appeared at her side. It shimmered and danced like flames, calling her to its embrace. She positioned herself before it, this bizarre twisting, pulsing window. Its glow and warmth breathed on her like hot breath, yet she couldnt draw herself away. Peering through, she could just about make out a fire, there was someone standing on the other side of the flames, but they refused to abate or reveal who it was.

Out of nowhere, a skeletal figure sprinted past her, blackened, rusted sword raised above its head, through the window towards the one behind the flames. Is this the Mortal realm? How can this have been created there?

The portal flickered as the Screamer ran through the flames and then quickly exploded into shards. Sheena watched with more amazement as the one behind the flames simply lowered his arm and stared forwards. The portal again began to flicker and fade as she made eye contact with the creature on the other side.

She sensed the power that emanated from his soul, just by looking into his eyes. It was a mortal, or at least… possibly a mortal. However she couldnt quite make him out. He seemed to be a large, black winged demon, black spikes and tendrils sticking out in various angles. But the eyes… they were unmistakeably human, even with the rest of its appearance…

She vowed that she would find them again. No matter what.

Valkyn breathed a sigh of relief. That was too close, if his magic had faltered at any point. He would be dead. Now who was that woman in there?

2000 years

2018 to be exact.

Thats the current number, this time around anyway, and we are still acting like this.

Think about this for a second.

How old are you?

20? 30? 50+?

How much have you done in your life?

You learned to walk and talk a little, learned to use tools (spoons, forks, toys, etc.) Around 2 years old. You start schooling around 3-4, learn to make friends, to read and write, to draw and use computers. How to listen and learn mathematics all before you’re 6 years old. (Generalised I know, but how far off am I?)

You start meeting other peoples family, you get older, taller, wiser, you learn who are your friends and who are… Not your friends (you know who I’m talking about).

Now youre in your teens. Puberty. The opposite sex (or the same, however I can’t explain that side as it’s not something that I have experience with.) Boyfriends, girlfriends, meeting their family, dealing with your own family and their issues, your lessons get harder, math now has the alphabet in it! Science now has math in it! English is suddenly way more convaluted than just talking it (if English is your second language, congrats, most of us can’t speak it fluently!).

So think about it.

That is in total, 15 years of your life. 15 years.

How the hell, and i mean this as nicely as possible, how the hell can we achieve and do so much in 15 years and yet still act as though we are in year 0.

We subjugate those different to us, still. This is something people have been fighting since we started counting. Religious oppression, sexual repression, gender and identity.

Why?

How are we still ok with this occurring?

Please leave your opinion as a comment, I really feel like something needs to change.

Chandelier part 2: Burnt bones, Metal hounds.

Port Emper,

Outer regions,

Bax peeled his eyes open. His head was filled with a reverberating dryness and echoed with the pain of a thousand drinks from the night before.

With a twisting throat, he pulled himself up and looked at the broken fragments of wood next to him.

That was a wall…

He found himself surrounded by debris and bodies of all manner of creatures, but what had happened?

Quickly standing up, he patted himself down, knocking off dust and debris. There was very little blood, but the entire bar was trashed. Again.

Different bar, but the same kind of damage as before. He had been warned about this in the past.

‘If you ever- Ever- fuckin do this again. Ill take your fucking legs Bax. I know what theyre worth!’

The Metal Hounds owned every bar and drinkstop on this entire planet, and it was only through previous work that he had earned the grace of forgiveness. But that was the limit and now, here he stood, amidst another drunken binge of violence and excessive destruction.

The Hounds werent the police, but they were the most numerous and collected of the pirate groups in this system. That made them among the deadliest. Bax had come to their attention at a very early age, somewhere around 15 – 16, the booze made time a little fuzzy in the head, but he had to drink it otherwise he would go insane.

As he walked through the destruction, Bax came to realise he was on the upper floor of this bar, and that there was even more devestation below him. On the one side of the wall, a car had crashed in through the side wall and crushed several people against their tables. This was beginning to look more like an attack than a drunken binge…

Bax dropped down and, began to step between the bodies when one caught on his foot and tripped him over. Bax landed face first amongst the bodies, they were cold. A realisation came across him as if being dipped into an ice bath.

They’re all dead. This wasn’t me, was it?

Bax stood up quickly, he spotted the bullet holes, encircled by crusted blood.

Shit, shit shit shit…

He had to leave. This was clearly an attack, something he would have been lucky to live through, but if the Hounds caught him here

I’m so fucked.

Bax managed to escape the bar and hid round the side as two cars hovered up and drifted next to the bar. They were the usual rusted metal banged together with plates and running on some backwards hovering technology scrapped from a Corperation ship.

With speed and effieciency picked up from years of avoiding detection, Bax slipped back into the city and wove himself into the side streets.

Several hours passed, the alcohol had completely worn off now and the old ache negan to creep back. The stinging, relentless agony of metallic enhancements that ground against his bones and sockets. His enhancements were filled with miniscule engines that fired up when needed, but as they were engines, they ran at incredibly high temperatures and burned against his bones. The alcohol helped ease the pain, but nothing totally held off the agony everytime he had to use his arms or legs. They always hurt, but if he ever had to use more than his natural strength, and this happened autimatically, the engines fired up and quickly became to hot to bear. His flesh had been burnt away over the years, exposing the black metal of the enhancements and the engines that caused so much pain.

It had been 20 years since he left Korella, 20 years since he had X-tranol, the only substance that coated the enhancements with a type of lubricant that offered complete heat resistance and lubrication for the mechanized parts that he could use his full strength without being hurt.

What he would give to get some of that again…

Bax sighed, crouched down in an alleyway, bottle of Rezzilla whiskey, and felt drops of rain tap onto his face as he looked up passed the lights of the city and into the stars above.

Chandelier: part 1

Space.

The not so final frontier.

Taken over entirely by corporate entities, most of the known universe has now been branded and is fought over by those entities purely for profit.

All races and species are forcibly entered into academies and pushed into careers by the branding that owns the star system they are born to.

There are ‘zones’ that are still free and none of the corporate spacefleets allow there captains to enter these unknown regions as they are filled with pirates, thieves and war criminals.

Captain Mag sat back in his synth-plastic chair and stared at the enormous screen before him. It was a projection screen, showing the vast black nothingness of space. It’s vast emptiness, pierced by pinpricks of white light that sparkled innocently.

But Mag knew different. He knew that the reason those stars sparkled white was because of the mass colour bombing of the stars at the centre of those galaxies committed by the Fletchers Lemonade corps. The ecology of the planets surrounding these stars was devestated within 24 hours of the change. Plants died, animals became mutated and hideously infectious. Within a week almost every system that had a white star at the centre was bleached and wiped clean. Nobody even knows how long the colour bombs will last inside of the suns.

Mag rubbed the side of his face, it was coming up to his third year as Captain of The Zephyr, a flag ship level ship, with weaponry more designed for flash than effectiveness, and yet somehow he had pulled them through several pirate sieges and a company dispute involving a race of lizard like creatures that spat acidic rocks when angered. They did not make effective negotiators.

‘Captain, communication from HQ.’

Mag looked back towards the comms operator, she wore her hair up high and her skirts the same, revealing more of her thigh than was the regulation norm. But he wasn’t about to bring her up on that.

‘Thank you, On screen’

The projector flickered and the face of an old man appeared. Wrinkled and creased, more from stress than age, his eyes were grey from time spent in front of the holo-screen.

‘Captain Mag, I trust I find you well?’

Mag shrugged, not a fan of orders, Mag was happiest when left alone to drift in the cosmos.

‘Good. We have a mission for you. It’s risky, but will stand you in good credit for the future.’

Credit was the universal currency, a form of trade adopted from the Cysle civilization of Grent 6. More spread by word of mouth and deed, it was rare for anyone to actually use money anymore. Everything was a brand, including you.

‘What sort of ‘good credit’ are we talking here?

‘The kind that would get your second ship and also youre own planetary base.’

Shit. That is a lot of credit. The second ship, Mag was close to affording that anyway, but a planetary base would allow a company startup with his sponsor. Maybe a small shipping lane or bottling plant…

‘Ok, were on it. Computer, take the co-ordinates, were on a mission guys.’

The engines sealed down into burst mode and they fired off across system.

#Battle plan 2018

Hey, sorry its been so long, I have to apologize, I have really had a hard time in the past few weeks.
But anyway, I have come with a brand new post, a brand new method and some brand new stories for everyone. I’m going to maintain the website a bit more to so that, you know, it actually makes some sense instead of basically being a clusterfoot of random scrawlings.

So here it is, my actual, 100% legitimate, bonified, ratified, legalized and televised (not really) plan of action. Or battle plan, because I am at war with you 2018! (By the way happy new year)

Yes you read that right, I am at war with 2018. Want to know why?
Good, ill tell you.
So this year uncomfortably flumped down into a chair in our front room and began coughing and scratching itself.

All of a sudden it’s the 21st and I’ve done bugger all writing, bugger all uni work and also, bugger all for you. I’m not talking every one, but you know who you are (wink wink) so I apologize from the bottom of my broken and pathetically weak heart. But I promise.

2018 will be our year, or at least our year in terms of us because I will be doing more on here.

So.

My plan of attack.

Starting Monday, I shall upload the starting’s of a new storyline, something that will run alongside one of my bigger plotlines, and should make you want to read those as well.
So Monday, every Monday we will find a new, short piece added to this journey posted only on this site, so keep an eye out as It will land on Monday. If you wish to spread the pieces feel free, however I do ask that you point people in my direction as, come on, its just the nice thing to do.

Anyway, TL:DR
Content coming on Mondays, may change as productivity increases.
Thanks for reading, let us defeat this year and add it to our victories!

Final note. My headlines keep doubling letters when i write them in the app and I have no idea why it is…

Iit ggooeess ssoommeetthhiinngg lliikkee tthhiiss iiff lleefftt uunncchheecckkeedd.

But i kinda like it though. What about you guys?

Snow in the U.K

Hey all,

So i just wanted to make a post about the current snow situation in the U.K.

So its pretty thick.

This is the front garden of my house. There is a road here but the snow has completely devoured it.

I want to also mention that I am in no way isolated from civilization, just lucky enough to live in front of a nature reserve.

To all U.K residents, i hope you are ready to deal with the level of isolation and stranding this will cause.

Stay safe.

Will post updates through the day.