Battle for the Patch

I wrote this in about 30 minutes late at night. There are probably mistakes in here. I don’t care, inspiration hit.

The grassy plain where the fight was taking place would never be the same. Soldiers from both sides lay dead, soon to become food for the creatures of the ground and air. Lifeless eyes stared up at the sky as if to ask the gods why they had allowed this to happen. Hands clutched weapons and keepsakes in vice-like grips brought on by cold steel, never to open again.

The battle was not over however. Two figures stood in the middle of the carnage, clashing to claim victory.

One tall, in dark armor, his helmet removed and a cruel smile across his lips. The Dark Lord, Jhun Ee, knew that with a few simple spells from his Death Magicians back home, he could once more have an army and could continue his march across the Backlands, the lands to the south of his realm, taking everything for his own. All he had to do was finish off this pathetic “Holy Warrior” and everything was over.

The  Holy One, Al-an, stood against him, his sword drawn and glowing with the radiance of the sun. He knew that he would likely not survive this fight, but he had taken a vow to protect the people of the Backlands, from the King all the way down to the lowly farmer and his cabbage patch.

The Dark Lord made a swift motion with his hands, muttering an incantation under his breath, causing skeletal hands to burst forth from the ground and grab at the Holy One’s feet. Al-an struggled against their cold grip, looking down for an instant to see if there was any escape. An instant was what the Dark Lord had been waiting for. He rushed towards his opponent, moving faster than the human eye can see and rammed into him shield first, knocking the Holy One to the ground and causing him to drop his armaments.

“Jhun Ee! I cannot let you win! I will kill us both before you taste victory!” snarled the Holy One, knowing that there was now only one way to finish this battle.

Seconds felt like minutes as they stood there. Finally, the Dark Lord laughed, “We both know that your insignificant Sun God has lost his power, you cannot even use you famous Light Blinding maneuver, let alone cast a spell. I would like to see you try to do anything,”  he said with a chuckle. As he spoke he raised his sword high in the air, preparing it for the final blow.

The Holy One’s face contorted in rage, “JHUN EE! I MEAN IT! RIGHT NOW! I will kill us both! TIMES UP!” His voice seemed to rise and lower octaves along with his volume, causing the Dark Lord to take a step back.

“I’m almost done here!” The Dark Lord said as he once again brought his sword up for the finishing strike, trying to end this before trouble arose.

“1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6!” The numbers came from the Holy One’s mouth, but they were not of his voice.

7. The Dark Lord knew he was in trouble but he wanted to finish this.

8. 9. Then a pause. The Holy One and The Dark Lord stood there a moment, as if both listening for something.

The Holy One suddenly stood up. “JOHNNY! I SAID IT’S TIME FOR DINNER! PUT YOUR DOLLS AWAY AND COME IN NOW!”

The battlefield faded from view. All that was left was The Dark Lord, Johnny, and his Cabbage Patch doll Allan, standing in the middle of a myriad collection of other dolls and action figures strewn across the ground.

Johnny sighed. He supposed the conquest of the backyard would have to wait for now. He looked at Allan, “Looks like you got lucky this time, Holy One. Coming Mom!” The Dark Lord started up the steps of the kitchen, wondering what his mother had cooked tonight.

15 #2

“Finish the job, son.”

The soldier knew that whichever choice he made would damn him.

He stood at the doorway of the house, looking in at the carnage his fellows had caused. Furniture was overturned, blood was splattered across the floor and walls, and a young girl was huddled in the corner with tears in her eyes.

“Finish the job.”

He was roughly moved aside as his senior officer repeated himself and moved past him into the shattered home. The officer looked at the girl with contempt in his eyes.

“Who knows what kind of shit is going through her head right now. Her parents were rebels and that makes her one too. We can’t afford to leave any of them alive. You need to finish this or this will come back to bite us in the ass.”

The soldier turned around, unable to look at the man who was commanding him to kill a child in cold blood. He didn’t want to do this, but he had no choice. Military service was a mandatory duty in his land, not a choice. They used peoples families as leverage, if he didn’t kill this little girl, they would kill his. His mind raced as he tried to think of some way out of this mess, he wanted to be a soldier, not a murderer. He glanced behind him to see that the officer was the only one in the room with him and the girl.

“Come on soldier, if you do this it’s over. We can go back  home and we will be heroes. Don’t you want that? Don’t you want your little girl to look up to you with pride in her eyes? Unless of course, you’d rather have her thrown into the gutter next to your body, which is what is going to happen if you don’t follow my orders right now. I won’t tell you again. Kill her.”

Two potential targets. He had one choice to make. He didn’t know if he could make it to his home in time if he made one and he wasn’t sure he could live with himself if he made the other.

With tears in is eyes and thoughts of his daughter in his head, he turned around.

Aim. Fire.

15 Minute Fiction

The words below the line are entirely fictitious.

They are part of something new I am going to try. I gave myself roughly 15 minutes to come up with some writing. I have not gone back and proofread, there may be mistakes, I wanted to focus more on content rather than making sure all of the commas were in the right place. What I came up with is down there, warts and all. It may be complete junk, I don’t care.

I will probably do this again and I hope to improve through things like these. Thanks for reading.

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The young man sat in front of the glowing screen, unsure of what to write. Plenty of things were gnawing away at his mind, but whenever he thought about them as individual, rather than collective anxieties, they floated away from his grasp. He needed this to work out, he was on his last leg. If nothing came out of this deal, she might finally leave him and he didn’t know if the cracked remains of his mind could take that.

He had been alone for most of his life before she came along. His earlier years were a long, darkened tunnel which he blindly stumbled through. When he first met her, he thought that he had finally come to the end of the tunnel, that his journey had come to an end and he was overjoyed. However, as the next few years went by, things began to change. The fights and petty arguments opened his eyes to the truth and he came to the realization that she was just as lost as he was, she was just another unfortunate traveler he shared the road through the tunnel with.

No children, no other family. She was all he had. The young man wasn’t even sure if he loved her, he didn’t know if he ever had. What he did know was that he needed her. Companionship was the only thing keeping him sane in the darkness. He suffered through sleepless nights to hold on to the only thing he had left. He just hoped that he would not lose the little sanity he had left trying to hold on to it.

Hello World

I’m not 100% sure what I’m going to use this blog for yet.

I might review games. Maybe I’ll talk about the latest in politics (I probably won’t). Or perhaps I will just give what is on my mind a written form.

I’m an English major at a weird point in my life and I figure I might as well fill the free time I have with what I know best. I need to start writing more to figure out if this is something I want to do for the rest of my life. I won’t promise to keep to any schedule, one week may have nothing while the next gives you too much to read. Length will vary as well. I’m doing this for myself first, and if anyone wants to read it, great.