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Chosen by ChristianII, literature

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"Unbelievable." Martin thought. He was going to be late for the trial. Running out of gas in the middle of a forest a mere twenty-four hours after filling the tank was just not fair. At all. Somebody had siphoned it out – that had to be it. Nobody could be trusted around anything anymore. As if that wasn't enough, he had left his cell phone at home. Martin kicked the tire of his BMW in frustration before putting his hands behind his head and trying to take in his surroundings. He had seen a house on a hill before driving up the tiny forest road on advice of his navigation system. Gathering his coat and briefcase, he locked the car and s

The Butterfly by ChristianII, literature

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The Butterfly

I am flying. Flying with my arms outstretched across an endless sea of rippling grass. The wind howls in my ears, as I descend. My face is inches from the grass. The warm air rushes through my hair and my nostrils fill with the scent of flowers and warm dirt. A butterfly darts past my ear. I move fast and only see a flash of blue. I move too fast. I stop flying. The green blur below rushes towards me and gives way. It dissapears and gives way to brilliant blue. I shoot through the warm water like an arrow and zoom along the white bottom. I slow my pace and notice the flickering spots of light that dance across the bottom, across the back of

Untitled by ChristianII, literature

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Untitled

What time is it? Its pitch black outside, and the only noise in the apartment is the irregular clicking of my typewriter. I don’t recall the last time I ate. Apart from the typewriter, the only things in front of me are an ashtray, a pile of paper and a half empty bottle of scotch. It was full this morning. It seems all I do is type until I pass out with my head on the table, only to do it all over again when I awake. I don’t know exactly how long it has been, but I feel thick stubble when I touch my face. I have no mirror and wouldn’t want to look in it if I did. The poetry flows freely onto the paper – an endless stre

Big Game Hunting by ChristianII, literature

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Big Game Hunting

”This is taking too long.” Stranton pulled his black trench coat closer around himself and tucked his visored cap a bit firmer on his head. The inlaid gold threads and emblem on its front, declaring him an officer of the secret police with the honorary title of Grand Hunter, gleaming slightly in the faint light that fell from the streetlamp six metres away. The lamp was almost muffled by the many specks of white snow that whirled past it in the icy night wind, each flake rushing through the cone of illumination before tumbling onwards through the darkness. He gazed discontently at the darkened sky, and the lamp cast deep shadows i

Crane's War - Chapter 2 by ChristianII, literature

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Crane's War - Chapter 2

2 - “The Info Grid: Providing the public With the necessary information, any time, anywhere.” announced the always enthusiastic female voice. A short jingle played while the blue and silver logo of the info grid appeared on the screen, spinning slowly around itself. Eric Crane, a young man with short, dark hair looked intensely at the thin screen which was built into the wall of the residential building he was standing in front of - just as in all the others. Eric took a step back and looked up, the tall, grey facade of the building stretching far into the air, as if trying to touch the equally grey and heavy sky. It would pr

Crane's War - Chapter 1 by ChristianII, literature

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Crane's War - Chapter 1

1 'Are we ready to begin sharing?' Interrogation officer Trommfield's voice was silky and controlled, as he paced around the chair in which his subject had been fastened. The pale light from a wall monitor cast an eerie glow across the room, the only other source of light being the sharp, fluorescent light that a strategically positioned lamp was shining directly into the occupant of the chair's face. 'I am only obliged to give you my name and service number.' The prisoner's bionic right eye flashed red in contrast with his dark skin as his interrogator passed in front of the lamp. He continued walking over to the green-tiled wall and lea

Crane's War - Prologue by ChristianII, literature

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Crane's War - Prologue

The United Terran Empire has stood for several centuries. It spans hundreds of worlds, with billions of inhabitants. All are governed by the Grand Chancellor whose seat of government is on Terra itself, homeworld of the human race. However, not all systems have high thoughts about the rule of Terra. Over the course of the last decades, several censorship laws and bans have been passed, illegalizing technologies and materials deemed as "Harmful to the physical and ethical health of the human race". The extent of what "harmful" means, is defined by the Grand Chancellor and his politically appointed Ethicarians; but includes subjects rangin

Necromancers Monologue by ChristianII, literature

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Necromancers Monologue

They cast me out; the ignorant fools. Fearful of what their minds, numbed after generations of dirt farming, are unable to comprehend. “Graverobber!” they cried. “Freak!” they shouted. Hurling spoiled vegetables and insults at me as the chased me away. They will regret that soon – oh yes. For months I have prepared, here in the catacombs. Hundreds of loyal, perfect servants heed every nuance of my thought. I need not even speak an order; merely will it and they will make it true. Life is filthy. Disgusting in its futility – why do they cling to it so? They celebrate it even. Flowers… they leech upon th

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Scharfschutze by ChristianII, literature

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Scharfschutze

"Scharfschutze" Stalingrad - January 4th 1943 - "Sniper! Take cover!" "Uwe, keep your head down!" Fritz was pressing himself as close to the ground as he could get. The small crater he had thrown himself into gave decent cover, but it still did not feel safe. Peering up over the edge he could see Karl a little further ahead. He was sitting with his back against a low wall, keeping low as well. The shot had come from one of the apartment buildings up ahead, that was certain. But which one? He didn't want to be the one to draw out the shooter. There were small spots of snow in every small cavity in the dirt. Fritz´ left sleeve was in on

Foxhole Supper by ChristianII, literature

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Foxhole Supper

Somewhere in Russia; 1942. "Foxhole Supper" - "Hey, i got the soup" Yuri slid down into the foxhole with the pot under his left arm, showering Dimitri with dirt. "Watch it!" "Like you are not dirty already." Yuri grinned, showing his yellow front teeth hidden in his full beard. "Just give me a cup." Yuri opened the seal of the pot and started pouring the soup into two cups that he had placed on the ground above the foxhole. It was reddish with small pieces of what appeared to be pork floating around in it. He handed one of the steaming cups to Dimitri and started eating from the other with a small foldable spoon he produced from one o

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Leutnant Reinhard Xavier was in Hell. He knew he was in Hell, because there was nothing he could look to for encouragement. There was no ray of hope here; no guardian angel watching over him in this barren wasteland. No safety, no sanity, and certainly no way out. But for Xavier, Hell was not an eternal pit of flames as the priests claimed. Oh, no. There was a Hell, but it was not cavernous, nor filled with spires, nor opressively hot. No, Hell had no cavern entrance, because it was in the open air. The cold air. Hell, Xavier had discovered, was cold. He was cold, his friends were cold, his food was cold, and the entire bloo

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Current Residence: Varde
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Personal Quote: "The only thing seperating me and you is that i know im crazy."

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ChristianII

Nov 23, 2008

Return of 'that guy'.

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So im back. For now, at least. Im sorry it has been so long, and I am sorry for neglecting all you people who have been supporting me and whose critiscism is my main tool of improvement. So what have i been doing - In between school, work, student organisations and life in general ive simply been busy. I havent even written anything real in all this time (nothing id post anyway). Ive uploaded a flash piece i wrote just last night (its fresh off the keyboard so feel free to poke me if you see typing mess-ups!). Christian

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ChristianII

May 7, 2008

Heeeres Johnny!

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Well, i finally did a story (and finished it). Really sorry about all the half-way ones. I just lost inspiration before they were done... not really fair to you guys, but i will try to get around to finishing them eventually. Anyways, new thing: I have started fencing which is excellent. It is also the reason that my typing is god-awful at this time (I am two inches away from dozing off after a couple of hours of practice). That and it being late. Also; my school is soon to be in full exam-red-alert-holy-crap-mode. Should happen around friday. In other words: I might be getting very busy, very suddenly. I have a sneaking suspicion that i s

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ChristianII

May 7, 2008

Heeeres Johnny!

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TheSpanishInquisiton

Jan 4, 2009

Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!

ChristianII

Jan 12, 2009

Ah! Do you have a comfy chair?

Yes we have

Oh lord have mercy! D:

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Writers-Workshop Nov 6, 2008

Hello

As a member of *Writers-Workshop we are excited to share with you a quick update!

Our latest workshop is being hosted by ~LaMonaca on punctuating poetry, and you can find out more by clicking here: [link]

We will be celebrating our Year anniversary this month! Make sure you join in the celebrations!

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