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Oneshot Collection
« on: July 28, 2008, 06:36:01 PM »
This is a collection of small, single chapter stories (or Oneshots) that I wrote/will write in my spare time. I hope you enjoy reading them.

Trapped Animal
It was a dark and damp night. The sky was fading away, getting darker and darker, the stars were staring calmly at the world and small droplets of moisture slid down blades of grass, returning to the Earth from which all things were born. Mother Earth may nuture and protect all things in this world, but eventually all things must return to Earth's embrace as the darkness engulfes them.
It was on this night that this tranquil setting was suddenly shattered as the sky was sent ablaze with crimson fire, as the grass vanished behind smoke and clouds, that the air fearfully vibrated the sounds of gunfire and it was on this night that a kitten fled in terror.

She was being persued by her former captors, by the ones who had tortured her with their expetiments, her creators. Nobody saw the kitten run through the night on her hind legs, occasionally jumping onto higher ground. Nobody heard her frantic breathing, or the mantra she kept on repeating aloud to herself. There were no animals nearby to smell her fear, to know of her need.
She kept on running, tail quiverring as her wide eyes shone in the darkness, revealing the intensity of her emotion. She abandoned her bipedal run and instead dropped to all fours, making a dash for the forest ahead of her, the last hope for her survival.
Nobody had ever felt her soft, lush fur. Nobody had ever clutched her tight or had their hearts touched by innocence. And now, as the figure in the shadows took aim, nobody ever would. The sound echoed into the night sky as she came to a halt, a sickening dripping sound audible in her ears. Crimson flecks stained the grass as she closed her eyes and collapsed, her blood seeping into the ground. She, like her blood and all other things, was being returned to Mother Earth's loving care...
« Last Edit: July 28, 2008, 06:59:31 PM by flames »
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Re: Oneshot Collection
« Reply #1 on: July 29, 2008, 12:05:08 AM »
WOW!!! It's kind of like my story series. "Dark Times and Deep in War."

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Re: Oneshot Collection
« Reply #2 on: July 30, 2008, 01:56:46 AM »
Good one flames, its kinda of sad to read. Poor kitty

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Re: Oneshot Collection
« Reply #3 on: July 30, 2008, 08:37:00 AM »
(Another update!? I must be ill or something...)

The Beauty of War
It is here, perched above the battefield, with the wind in my fur and the sun reflected in my eyes that I realise something: War is a beautiful thing.
Many would probably disagree and those that do have their reasons wrong. It is not the just rebellion we have formed that I have in mind. It is not even the sadistic pleasure of tearing the enemy apart that makes me think this. It is something else entirely...something not of this world...

I watch from up here, like some twisted guardian angel, as the people of the resistance fight for our cause, willing to sacrifice themselves for the good of their people. These people remind me very much of the cherry blossom I gazed at as a child, awestruck. During the 3 days in which their divine beauty is at its peak we watch them fall as if in slow motion, their existence eternally engraved into our soul before they reach the Earth and are trampled on by people and vehicles that pass by.
The resistance had made a good dent in the enemy's army over the past few months, but just like the cherry blossom, their time was up and they had to fall.

I could only watch as they gracefully collapsed onto the earth before being crushed by the vehicles of the enemy, hurrying to reap the survivors' lives. They are reaped, the Seeds of Death have been sown and crimson rain has drowned the earth. I smile as I too, lean backwards and fall, a large red patch staining my torso. The world darkens and I utter my last words:
"War is a beautiful thing..."
The farewell was premature. My definite stay is not definite. The constants are variable. The greeting was too late.

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Re: Oneshot Collection
« Reply #4 on: July 30, 2008, 08:14:51 PM »
A very dark but interesting read. Kinda true in many ways.

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Re: Oneshot Collection
« Reply #5 on: August 02, 2008, 07:07:16 AM »
Poor cat. Makes me want to go hunting. xD And nice dark twist on War. Keep 'em comin. :)
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Re: Oneshot Collection
« Reply #6 on: August 02, 2008, 04:54:40 PM »
Here's a spinoff of The Hero Eternal trilogy, shown from Levi's PoV. Enjoy.

Sleeping Leviathan
I still remember it all. When I'm asked about it I can still recall the details, my emotions, the atmosphere. It may have been a long way away, both in time and space, but I remember it all: Running away from home, forming the resistance, uniting rebels together, fighting against Xan and meeting...him.
It had all begun when I was only 14 years old. One day I was listening to people talk of Xan's greatness and I suddenly realised that he wasn't the hero humanity saw him as being. My ephipany of sorts allowed me to break past the subtle brainwashing he was using and allowed my mind, for the first time in my life, to be free. Sadly, my family were still under the control of Xan and I had no choice but to flee from my home, following only my logic and survival instincts as I lived a life of shadows on the outskirts of Neo Babylon. It would be many years before I could bear the pain to see my family again.
Eventually, more and more began to rebel against Xan and together we formed the resistance: a small group of humans, Anthros and Reploids working in harmony for freedom. I buried myself into my work, quickly becoming the unofficial leader and head of both technological and strategical aspects within the group. Over time we grew in size, power and spirit. We found ways of obtaining resources, of avoiding detection, of staying alive. It wasn't until we had a base outside of Neo Babylon that our efforts truly became visible. We had evolved from being a nuisance in Xan's eyes to being a threat. We fought on.

HoKaze no Flames...I don't know anyone in the resistance who doesn't remember him. He had started as nothing more then an odd, young Anthro; but he quickly opened our eyes. Almost every moment awake was spent training, reforging his weapon or aiding the resistance. He always pushed himself beyond his limits and fought against the odds, often forced to fighting large groups alone with nothing more then his determination and his blade.
Time went on and things changed. He and Omega rose to become two of our most elite. We lost many and it looked like the Anthro race was close to extinction. We relied on Omega and Flames a lot and, I now realise, we almost never thanked them for what they had to do. They were expected to do between them the work of 50 people. They had to defeat enemies a small army was instantly slaughtered by. They were expected to do the impossible and they did it all without any hesitation.
Omega acted like an older brother to Flames early on, with the more experienced gunman often discussing tactics with the younger swordsman. Eventually the became inseperable and were equals...Until Omega sacrificed himself for our cause. I was heartbroken by his death, as I had come to see him as a member of my family. I was also concerned about Flames, who must have been dying inside, forever mourning the loss of his 'brother'.
He became reckless at times and hurt me inside on countless occassions, although his words never hurt me as much as the guilt tearing through my soul. I owe him an explanation to a terrible crime that he will never hear. I owe him an apology for something I have kept secret for far too long. I have many hidden emotions which I took with me to my grave, not once letting them out. Instead, I sleep here, d-forever damp from the rain of sorrow and regret...
The farewell was premature. My definite stay is not definite. The constants are variable. The greeting was too late.

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Re: Oneshot Collection
« Reply #7 on: August 02, 2008, 05:06:56 PM »
A good story as well, I particularly like reading more of the events of flames life, who he knew and the like.

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Re: Oneshot Collection
« Reply #8 on: August 03, 2008, 06:00:56 PM »
A good story as well, I particularly like reading more of the events of flames life, who he knew and the like.
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Omega's Tale: Zero Mission
It's been many years since I last saw Flames. Many years since I felt the clean air of that planet in my lungs, felt the pure water trickle down my throat and felt the exhiliration of fighting by his side. Death tends to do that...make it seem like an eternity since you did all that you did whilst alive. It's been even longer since the aptly named 'Zero Mission' during which we first fought together.
The Resistance had recently gained a large quantity of members and this was to be our first mission since our increase in number. A team of 6 was assembled and told to neutralize Xan's forces who had recently captured one of our warehouses outside of Neo Babylon. Two more experienced members, me and a large Anthro wolf known as Si, were to lead the group and provide support to the newer members. Those newer members were 3 Reploids and a teenage Anthro: Flames.
The first thing I had noticed about him that really stood out to me was his eyes: he had the battle-weary eyes of a warrior, he had seen death and possibly even dealt it out at some point. He wore no armour and didn't have the standard handgun almost every member carried with them. Instead he wore clothing that allowed for a lot of moment and carried with him an ancient blade that appeared to have been enhanced with modern alloys. I decided to treat him as I treated everyone else: Firmly, but with understanding and kindness.
We stormed the warehouse, taking out any and all threats whilst also giving the team demonstrations and allowing them to gain experience themselves. They were all quick learners and followed our orders well. All was running smoothly and it looked as if our Zero Mission was going to be a success...that is, until we got deeper into the building. There were far more droids and many traps had been placed for us. Secret passages and extensions underground had been constructed, only adding to our irritation. Eventually we had no choice but to split up and hunt the remaining droids in groups of 3. I took Flames and a femake Reploid who wished to be referred to as "Crystal".
She was almost suspiciously accurate with her shooting and wasn't suprised whenever a droid emerged out of a secret section within the wall or dropped down from the ceiling. I simply thought that she was focused and couldn't be startled easily, so I ignored my suspicions and instead focused on the blade-weilding Anthro, Flames. He moved very swiftly and was clearly very skilled with his Sabre. His lack of a ranged weapon or suitable armour didn't affect his efficiency at destroying droids at all, rather it seemed to be better because of it. Perhaps he had learnt martial arts and thus preferred fighting this way. I didn't know then and I still don't know now.
It wasn't until we were approaching the last 6 or so corridoors that things went wrong. A small army of droids suddenly appeared behind us, dropping in from the room above and blasting through the walls to reach us. I told Crystal and Flames to scout the area ahead whilst I dealt with the sudden attack. After the mission Flames told me everything that had happened next, as I only reached him in time to hear the end of it.
He and Crystal had reached the next room when a blast door had suddenly slamned shut behind them. The moment he looked behind him Flames was shot in the back by Crystal, just as a levitating machine in the corner whirred to life. She used a remote control of some kind and sent the machine over to Flames, who was then sealed in an electrified capsule. I arrived at the blast door in time to hear Crystal announce to Flames that she was a spy for Xan and planned on sending Flames to Xan as a test subject to be tortured over and over. She then used the machine to transport him two rooms ahead, where she also hid, awaiting further orders.
As soon as I knew of her plan, I did all I could to break in, but the blast door wouldn't be damaged so easily. Instead I utilized the hole in the ceiling made by the droids to get to the floor above. I reached the room above the one I had been trying to break into, charged up my energy and fired a powerful charged shot into the floor before jumping down into the room below. I chased Crystal down and easily dispatched of her light armour with but a single charged shot. The energy of the blast knocked her unconcious and gave me the chance I needed to restrain her and free Flames, who had been hacking away at the capsule with all his might, despite getting electrocuted each time. The cracks in the capsule held testament to his determination. There was but one room left at the end of a long corridoor. I told Flames to search the last room whilst I called the other group and told them of our current status. I still look back on my decision to send him off alone and wish that I had not been so foolish. It took a while for me to reach Si and his team as a signal jammer was hidden somewhere in the building and the others had to destroy it.
By the time I reached the last room, I found Flames heavily wounded, Sabre still clutched in hand, looking down on the burning remains of a large mech of some sort he must have fought. Neither of us said anything. There was nothing to say...
The farewell was premature. My definite stay is not definite. The constants are variable. The greeting was too late.

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Re: Oneshot Collection
« Reply #9 on: August 14, 2008, 11:17:00 AM »
I really like this,I know I keep saying it but really to me the backstory can be just as interesting as the current story. Sometimes even moreso.

I really think you could come up with a entire book of this easily and it would be interesting to read. I relish in the details

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Re: Oneshot Collection
« Reply #10 on: August 24, 2008, 05:07:37 PM »
(Thanks Tezz, glad you enjoy my work)
This next one is dark...and full of angst. Don't read this if you're in a happy or content mood.
Immortal Anguish
I always knew that I would be the one to end it all. Funny how time corrupts even the most noble and righteous cause. The irony of it all I see before me...I would collapse into laughter were it not for humour being buried under blood-stained soil an eternity ago.
Strange that I was riddled with amnesia during my younger years when now all I have is an uncountable number of lifetimes in painful memories. Yes, irony truly is a bittersweet delicacy as it squirms on the tongue of the mind, unable to avoid the swallow and gulp into darkness.

I remember so clearly each day as their clocks ticked down to zero, the last moments of those dearest to me. The memories dance before me, mockingly, as my heart stirs once more in recollection of the crippling loss, the agonising numbness and despair as life leaves their bodies; nothing left but cold, empty husks. I see them all fall before me, many dying based on beliefs or for their cause. Some died as Heros, others were mourned by many and some were not remembered at all; alone even in death, alone even as I stood before their remains.
I watched every last person I cared about surrender to death, knowing that I would be unable to join them and that none of us would truly find peace. I became bitter and threw myself into my work, my old purpose. I fought on.

There was always a conflict just waiting to be made, a tyrant to be erased, people to save...But these battles meant nothing to me anymore, it was just a long series of hollow victories and false appreciation from those in power. I soon realised just how futile my actions were and I felt the familiar embrace of despair.
Hmph. The Humans never did understand why I stopped fighting, blinded by the veil they had placed before their eyes. As time passed, less and less Anthros understood my actions. Those few that did and saw that conflicts would always exist were shunned, banished and underwent horrific torture in the name of Mankind.

It wasn't long until the Anthros too lost sight of the truth and withdrew themselves from reality, hiding behind the veil humanity had created. Both became lost causes and were consumed by war. They didn't see that they had to truly believe in stopping destruction in order to evolve. No...They thought that what they were doing was wrong, but didn't believe it, not in their hearts and souls. I could do nothing to aid them and could barely watch as for the next few centuries they continued to slaughter one another and erase all life from the planet.
Humanity was doomed to self-extinction and they had dragged the Anthros down with them. Life entered desperate times...

And so I stand here from my vantage point above the planet, gazing at the Earth with sorrowful eyes as I recall its long-gone beauty. I shut my eyes and for the first time in several hundred years: I weep.
I weep for all that I have seen, for all that I have been through, for the chaos wrought upon the world. I weep as I remember my  friends, those that I had loved and all that I held dear.
Unable to live in such a world, unable to die, Eternally Alive, yet without life, forever in pain, nothing to gain...

Only as the space station begins to burn and crumble do I open my eyes and allow myself the smallest of smiles as the station enters the Earth's atmosphere, the upcoming impact easily capable of wiping the last traces of life from this planet.
It'll all be over soon...And I shall finally be able to...
Rest.
In.
Peace.
The farewell was premature. My definite stay is not definite. The constants are variable. The greeting was too late.

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Re: Oneshot Collection
« Reply #11 on: August 24, 2008, 05:35:32 PM »
That's absolutely fantastic Flames. Everyone of your Oneshots have exceeded one another. There's so much emotion and detail. I can do nothing but bow to you for your skills in writing, because, this is just pure brilliance, all of it.

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« Reply #12 on: August 26, 2008, 03:08:23 AM »
Nice I like the motion in this latest piece, a sense of lost hope and the dawning of the realization that even the greatest of efforts, noble or other can truely change a people. In the end the inevitable will happen and even the greatest of efforts will only delay it. I like how he finally comes to this realization and lets it seep in and the doom approaches like standing in the way of a nuclear blast, opening your arms and embracing the comming of the end.

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« Reply #13 on: August 31, 2008, 07:22:26 PM »
Something to remember me by...
It was a full moon, and the sky was cloud-free, deep and refreshing to look at with the many pinpricks of light looking down upon the world; a fleeting glimpse of the cosmos. The air is still and neither humid nor dry, the wind sleeping for the night, not so much as breathing out another breeze. Two figures face each other, frozen in time, their tails low and still, their eyes unblinking.
They simply gaze at one another, her beautiful blue eyes staring deeply within the depths of his dark mysterious, eyes. Two people just standing there, male and female, silent for what seems like an eternity before she finally speaks: "This is it...You...You are leaving..." It wasn't a question, nor a command. A single tear fell down her cheek, onto her muzzle as her words echoed in her mind. It was unavoidable, he had to leave: there was nothing either one could do about that. Still, the pain was unbearable, especially after all they had been through.
She fell, fell into an endless pit of despair, her dreams and wishes mocking her as they faded away into nothingness, forming a colorless fog around her, around her mind, around her heart. She couldn't see! She couldn't breathe! She-
His voice floated down towards her as she opened her eyes, as if woken from a long nightmare. "Let me give you something to remember me by..." And he took there under the moon, embracing her tightly as they kissed and the darkness was replaced by light...
The farewell was premature. My definite stay is not definite. The constants are variable. The greeting was too late.

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Re: Oneshot Collection
« Reply #14 on: August 31, 2008, 07:42:09 PM »
Nice one, something different then your usual style. Short but sweet

 

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