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Aug 1st, 2007 4:36 PM #1
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Wandering tails.Since ive had nothing to do for 2 weeks, and the prognoses for next month is complete boredom. Ive decided too decided to finally start writing the story I had in mind.
This is part of chapter 1 in my story. Which revolves around an young girl that gets stuck in an wolfs body. And is forced to take on an evil religious organisation.
It is set in the year 2312. Where technology has made large jumps forward. But most of it is denied to civilians by the government in fear of terrorism. Forcing them to live in an medieval society blend with some modern technology.
Since this is my first attempt on writing, some criticism and advise is welcome.
Chapter 1: Worlds in conflict.
“Conflict, everything in conflict. That’s all I remember from those first days. The conflict between my past life, and the life I lead today. The life you wanted to hear.
It all started on that fateful morning. It was 5 December 2312. I remember the date clearly, since I had it memorized as the date my life would finally took a turn for the better. However it appears that fate has a grudge against me.”
It was a cold morning that day. But Madelyn appreciated it. It woke her up in this unholy time. Jake better had a good reason to meet at the cliff at this hour. She asked for a later time so she could catch some sleep before work. But he has been stubborn as usual.
One of the quality’s she didn’t love in him. But after all those years together, she has grown used to it.
Madelyn walked further through the town. It was a small town; the mountains in this region didn’t support the larger cities that can be seen near the sea. But she liked it.
It was clear of radiation, and it was close to a large forest. Were she and others gathered most off the food the town needed.
She arrived at the cliff.
No Jake, but that usually didn’t mean he’s far away, she knew.
It was one of the little games he always loved to play with her. It was called, stealing a kiss.
He would sneak up on her and give her a kiss before she could call his name.
“Madelyn!” She turned around and looked straight in Jakes face.
“Jake,” she replied. She knew she had won the game, but there was something in Jakes expression that wasn’t right. A kind of seriousness she never saw before. Which is a big thing for someone that sees life as a poker game.
Jake sunk down on his knees. He avoided eye contact and took something out of his hunting bag. It was an arrow.
“Madelyn, we have been together our entire lives.
You were always there for me when I needed someone the most.
You were comforted me when my mum and dad got killed, even after all those nasty jokes I made when yours got arrested. I was so wrong. I am so sorry.”
“Jake, that was a long time ago,” She replied.
In the background a beautiful sunrise started to lighten the sky. Jake must have planned it that way. It made the snow light up like crystals. It made the tears on Jakes face appear like little pearls.
“You were there for me, and I pushed you away,” Jake continued.
“Like I have always done in the past. I don’t want to make the same mistake again Madelyn.
I don’t want what we have now to end.
So I ask you to grow old together with me…Would you want to do that?”
A beautiful necklace glides down the arrow and got stuck behind the arrowhead. Jake looked her now hopeful in her eyes.
In the distance the church alarm bells started to sound. Meaning they had to report to the town hall immediately. She didn’t want to go, and cursed the bells with every unpleasant death she could come up with. But with Immediately Balthazar meant, now or suffer the consequences. And she had no intentions to find out what he meant with that.
She stood up to leave. But Jake pulled her back on her arm. Meet me here tonight. He pressed his other hand deep in the mud, leaving a deep handprint in it.
“If you agree press your handprint in it. If you disagree erase it. I will check for an answer tonight,” Jake explained. “In the mean time please wear the necklace. As a reminder of what I said.”
Jake rushed off to get his hunting bow for the meeting. She decided to go ahead and rushed to the Town hall.
She felt like she was in heaven.
Aug 1st, 2007 8:15 PM #2
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Please do continue...as the layout seems oddly similar to my story "The Unforgiven". I really like this story so far. Your honestly going in a very good direction towards a something that has potential."If we all reacted the same way, we'd be predictable, and there's always more than one way to view a situation. What's true for the group is also true for the individual. It's simple: overspecialize, and you breed in weakness. It's a slow death..."
Aug 2nd, 2007 9:28 AM #3
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When Madelyn arrived on the plaza in front of the town hall, most of the town was already there. The church bells sounded deafening from this close. But that didn’t stop the salesman on the market from yelling their latest discounts. Hoping to lure in some last customers before the meeting started. She decided to look for Granny Smith. One of the town elders she respected deeply.
After some searching she found her in front of the apple stand she got her nickname from.
She saluted her as was traditional with elders and asked what was going on.
“I don’t know, but there are rumors of cattle being killed”. Granny Smith answered.
“Some think of terrorist actions But it’s been over 30 years after the last attack”
“Could it be looters from other towns, Elder?” Madelyn asked.
“Could be, if that is the case we should send out someone to negotiate. We have plenty of food, but could need good medical herbs. Perhaps a nice job for you, Madelyn. Since you got friends there.”
Madelyn took her necklace in her hand and played a bid with it.
“That would be nice elder, but I already have other plans.” She smiled.
The bells have stopped clinging. And small chubby man climbed the stairs at the podium.
It was Balthazar von Salvador. Marilyn easily recognized him by the cape and the big feather on his hunting had he always wears in an attempt to intimidate people. Balthazar walked toward a small altar and shot several times in the air.
Everything went death silent. Balthazar blew away the smoke from his gun and started his speech.
“Ladies and Gentleman. I would wish you a good morning, but unfortunately it isn’t.
Some hours ago, our good friend and farmer, Jason Mcdarwin found 3 of his cows killed and stripped of meat. I asked our good doctor to make an autopsy. But it’s clear that our murders can be found in only one direction. Wolves!”
Balthazar pointed his gun to the forest and waved in the air. He continued his speech
“They have always lurked in the forest. But now those vile creatures finally got the balls to attack us on our territory. They eat up what we have all worked hard for, and threaten our supplies or even survival for the winter.
To safeguard our future, I see only one solution. Extermination!”
He fired his gun towards the forest, sending a cloud of burned gunpowder over the audience.
“Their extermination to prevent our own. This afternoon our hunters will go into the forest to hunt them down. And shoot them....”
“So much for negotiations” Madelyn remarked while Balthazar continued his hate speech.
“But that’s Balthazar; he would even solve a basic math problem with gunfire. If he could only see how peaceful his vile creatures really lived.”
“Perhaps it isn’t too late for a peaceful solution” Granny Smith interrupted.
“Meet me in my forest cottage in one hour, Speak about this with no one. Ill go ahead to prepare things.”
Madelyn agreed and saluted. Granny Smith grabbed her apple stand together and scuffled out of the plaza.
Balthazar continued his speech like he was sponsored by the local arms dealer.
Aug 3rd, 2007 5:27 PM #4
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Madelyn raced on her horse towards the cottage. It was deep in the forest, and the road wasn’t in a good state.
She thought back on what granny Smith has said to her on the meeting.
She was very secretive about it.
Granny Smith had many secrets. Most of them had something to do with her time in the USW army where she served during some big wars in the past.
The annexation of Europe by Russia, the turmoil in the Middle East after Israel became an US state and the war against terrorism. It was no surprise she earned the title elder. A title that only the most respected members of society, deserved.
It was rumored she used to be a collider specialist, a rank that gave her access to weapons, magic alike.
She arrived at the cottage in the forest. She stalled her horse near a bail of hay and entered the cottage where she greeted Granny.
“Congratulations Madelyn. I saw Jake finally had the nerve to ask you,” Granny surprised her.
“Yeah, he asked this morning, “Madelyn blushed. “It was really cute do, he finally opened his heart.”
“Don’t shy away now, dear,” granny grinned. “He is a good kid. I am sure he would make you happy.”
“May I ask how you found out elder?”
“Your necklace, it is the same one my husband used to ask me. When Jake told me about his plans and asked for help, I gladly gave it to him.”
“Your welcome dear, but enough chatting around, we have a job to do,” Granny interrupted. And she started to explain the plan.
“The only way to safe our forest friends is to convince them to move towards an area where they cant do any harm to the town. The best place for that would be the dark valley.
It’s the perfect place for them. There is plenty of wild for them to kill, and no humans around for 30 miles.
All you have to do is to talk to the pack leader and convince him to move”
“And how would I do that?” Madelyn interrupted“
“With your muzzle, tail and ears. My dear.”
“But that would mean. I turn into a wolf?” Madelyn stuttered in disbelieve.
Granny Smith smiled mysterious. She stood up and opened a closet in the corner.
She took an old army laptop and went outside with it.
“Could you please undress yourself Madelyn,” Granny asked. “We don’t want to ruin those nice clothes you’re wearing. I shall in the meantime start up the collider satellite and set up the correct alterations and coordination’s.
Madelyn did what she was asked. Aldo she still had no idea what she could expect.
The thought of her turning into a wolf was frightening, but also somewhat appealing.
She always wanted to know how it was like.
At least, only for a couple of hours.
Granny Smith asked her to stand on a flat stone in the garden. The laptop has begun a countdown in a cold female voice. Just after she got up there, it reached zero.
Madelyn felt a chill going through her naked body and held her breath.
A bright beam of white light came down from the sky and engulfed her.
Her life flashed for her eyes and she felt an intense pain going through every cell of her body.
Everything went black. She fell.
Madelyn tried to stand up again. It felt as something unnatural, something her body wasn’t made for and she fell back in the grass.
She realized that she was trying to stand up as if she still were a human and decided to try standing up on what used to be her hands and feet.
This worked and with a sigh of relive she took a look at her hands.
They were paws now. The large white paws of a wolf.
Unsettled with this she decided to try walking.
Her first steps were clumsy and unbalanced. But after falling several times, she quickly got the hang of it and made a little trip through the garden.
The garden felt different now. What used to be a nice calming place was now a waterfall of new sensations that overwhelmed her.
Flowers whish she used to keep under her nose to smell their nice but faint scent stank now like someone poured an entire bucked of perfume on them.
Her hearing was also more acute. She could clearly hear sounds from the town several miles away, and the noise of large forest animals grazing in the forest.
It all gave her a headage.
Madelyn decided to lie down in the grass for some rest. Granny sat down next to her and stroked her fur. She kept a mirror in front of her face. She looked into it.
A large white wolf stared back at her. It had bright yellow eyes and light brown markings on her back running from her nose till in the tip of her tail.
She kept gazing in it in chock. And would have kept gazing in it if Granny didn’t pulled her out of it.
“I think its time to go to find the others now, Madelyn.”
She pointed to the forest. Madelyn understood what she meant and walked towards the edge of the forest. She looked back to granny. She waved at her. Madelyn took a deep breath and started running.
Aug 9th, 2007 3:46 PM #5
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Balthazar sat in his garden in front of his lunch, a roast cheep with toadstool sauce.
He knew it was four times the amount a normal citizen would get from the towns rations,
butt he felt that he deserved it. He was from the high class after all. Something those peasants would never understand.
He rang the bell on its table and demanded from his servant to bring a fresh Dom Pérignon from the year 2008. It wasn’t the correct wine to serve with lamb, but he just wanted to impress his guest.
His guest was Dominique Chavalé, the local head priestess of the Scarlet guard.
And thus the main force of power in the region. She controlled everything in the province, ranging from the main military actions against the neosoviet insurgency to the money flow generated by the beggars in front of the church. She would be the perfect step up for power if he could befriend her.
She was pretty. She had long dark hair that covered her face. But left enough open to gaze in her beautiful blud eyes. Her body was thin. But left enough fat to fill her curves out nicely. She wore the purple, red dress the guard demanded. But even do it was the standard uniform for female priests. It looked as it was especially made for her.
Balthazar knew that this fox was too wild to handle for him. After all, she didn’t get promoted on her back like most girls in the order, but because she castrated every male that was stupid enough to make such an offer to her. No, this prize he had to drag in the old classic way.
“Dreaming of me naked again, Balthazar?” Dominique sarcastically asked. She leaned forward en rested her head on her hands at the table. “May, I ask if I was any good?”
Balthazar looked surprised; he tried to come up with an answer that wouldn’t result in him losing his manhood. Luckily for him Dominique changed the subject.
“That was an interesting speech you gave this morning.” Dominique applauded slowly.
“Well, I had to find an excuse for the missing cheeps. I don’t think those peasants take it lightly if they found out it was us that ate their little cheeps.” Balthazar remarked. “And our men needed the sports. They have been getting lazy lately.”
“You’re not loosing control of them, aren’t you? It would be a shame if we had too burn down this little village of yours”
“I am sorry, but I have to disappoint you Dominique. But they know darn well who they have to please to get something done in this town.”
“That’s good news for our cause,” Dominique sighed disappointed. But at least I finally get that wolf rug you promised.”
“How’s Florida doing?” Balthazar asked between 2 bites of lamb.
“Florida was doing just fine,” Dominique answered annoyed. “Until those Russian rats showed up. We had anticipated some actions when we nuked their little base in Kazakhstan. But we didn’t expect them to actually invade.”
“So all this all is about the forge of god then?” Balthazar asked carefully.
“You didn’t really expect me to slip anything, didn’t you, Balthazar?” Dominique flipped a stiletto out of her sleeve and stroked Balthazar’s goaty with it.
“No, just curious about what’s happening in our backyard.
Balthazar ordered his servants to bring in the desert in an attempt to break the current discussion. One of his butlers came in with a large chocolate cake, and suddenly stopped in the middle of the path.
“What the hell are you doing bloody fool, come here with that cake or expect no payment this week.” Balthazar yelled. The butler now walked to the table and pointed a shaking finger to the sky. In the sky a large beam of light was visible; it extended from an indefinable point in the sky towards the earth.
“Are you now afraid of some distant lightning now, idiot?”
And he lifted his hand to hit his butler, but Dominique calmly intervened.
“That isn’t lightning, that’s a collider class particle beam. Those have been highly illegal for years. Do you have any former soldiers in the area, Balthazar?”
“Granny Smith!” Balthazar slammed his fist on the table. The servant breathed a sigh of relieve.
“Can you take me too her?”
“Sure, we will leave in 10 minutes”
“Good, that gives me some time to enjoy this cake” Dominique remarked with a smile.
Balthazar ordered his servant to ready his best car. After all, this could be the chance for promotion he had hoped for.
Sep 27th, 2007 4:02 PM #6
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Madelyn walked through the forest. It seemed as calm and peaceful as before, but she knew better now. From each corner she smelled the scent of small forest animals. She could hear them rushing away as she appeared, long before she was even near.
She never realized the forest was that alive?
She felt a bit unsure on what direction she should take. She knew she needed to get away from the path to meet the wolves. But she was afraid of getting lost.
She also knew she had to make a decision fast. After all, she didn’t want to run in the towns hunters.
In the distance she heard the rushing of a river and decided to follow it. She was bound to run into something that way. She crawled through the bushes towards the beach and started running.
She felt alive. She still couldn’t believe it. There she was running next to a river as a wolf. If someone would have told her this morning that she was going to do this, she would have laughed at him in his face. And tonight she was going to express her never ending love to Jake. Get engaged, Married and perhaps some children?
Life just couldn’t get any better.
Suddenly she stopped.
It was faint, but she could easily smell a familiar scent in the air, wolves.
She ran in the direction the scent was coming from.
Just one little chat and she could get back to normal.
Just one little chat…. She suddenly felt incredible naïve.
Did she really think she could rush into them and expect them to leave?
Those wolves won’t believe her. She could barely walk as a wolf. Let alone talk like one. Even worse, they probably could smell her human scent.
They would probably kill her, and after that get hunted down by the hunters and get slain as well. Nobody wins, everybody loses.
Madelyn turned back and walked back to the river.
There was nothing she could have done here.
Suddenly she saw a gray flash, followed with a large painful thump on her side. The blast knocked her of her feed and she rolled in the bushes. Shocked she looked up.
She looked straight in the yellow eyes of a large wolf. Others were coming out of the forest with bare teeth.
“What are you doing on our lands, stray?” The wolf growled.
Madelyn stood up and tried to look as neutral as possible.
“I have come to warn you”, she snarled back.
“Warned for what, your counterattack?” Believe me, we aren’t impressed.
“No, for hunters.”
“Hunters? Don’t speak in riddles, pup.”
“Watch ill show you”
Madelyn was relieved that she could communicate with them. But the fact that the wolves apparently had different words for the things she took for granted worried her.
She wasn’t in the mood for hints. But she didn’t have any choice.
She stood up on her 2 legs and made a few steps, hoping to look as human as possible.
The wolves looked towards the village.
“You mean the 2 paws. Who live in stone caves, and shoot with twigs at us?”
Suddenly the wolves came forward, and showed even more of their teeth. Madelyn crawled backwards.
“What is your relation with them” The wolves asked.
“I swear, I’ve came to warn you.”
“Or lead them straight at us, like those wolves that live with them!”
“No, I am at your side; I have come to bring your pack to safety!”
The wolves are close now and looked more and more aggressive.
Madelyn didn’t know what to do anymore. She was ambushed.
Each minute they could jump straight at her throat.
She looked for a way out. But she noticed a small red dot. It wandered over the ground in their direction. She smelled the combination of men and gunpowder.
“Hunters! They are here!” Madelyn yelled but none of the wolves listened to her anymore. They were mere inches away from her now, baring their sharp teeth.
She looked at the red dot again. It suddenly took a quick turn and disappeared. Franticly she tried to find it again, but suddenly she was blinded by a sharp red light.
Bang!! A large gunshot broke the silence of the standoff. Instantly the tree next to her head seemed to explode in a rain of shrapnel. The bullet must have just missed her by an inch. Chocked the wolves backed off. This was her chance.
Madelyn jumped over the pack of wolves and started running.
Her hearth pounded in her throat. She ran through the forest as fast as she could, jumping over bushes and small rocks. Gunshots were heard from every direction and bullets hit the ground next to her. The wolves chased her and she could hear their shallow breath behind her.
If she fell down now, she would be ripped apart instantly.
Madelyn ran for what seemed hours. In the distance she saw a deep cliff. Behind her she heard the wolves coming closer. Madelyn realized she had no choice and jumped.
She fell in the water below her and swum to the shore. She looked up to the cliff, the other wolves looked down and growled, but noon of them had the courage to jump after her.
She had made it.
Exhausted she slandered a distance away from the scene, when she thought she was far enough she hided beneath a small bush and fell asleep.
She would head back to Granny later.
Mar 2nd, 2008 1:35 PM #7
Decided to add another character. Before writing the chapters finale.
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He slandered through the cold ally and brought his field bottle to his mouth. The Alcohol burned in his throat before the small stream of Vodka reduced to some mere drips.
The bottle was empty.
“I always seem to time this out just right” Quentin smiled and he opened the door to an old bar, Scaring off a pack of ally cats in the process.
The cats ran of in all direction. But one of the cats got trapped between him and the door and jumped on the dumpster. It was a large black cat whish stared in his eyes with her intensive blue eyes. Quentin reached his shaky hand out for the cat.
The cat hissed and slammed her claws deep in his hand. Quentin cursed and pulled his hand back. The cat ran off.
The smell of thick cigar smoke tangled him when he entered the bar. A nostalgic jazzy song played on the radio. And in the corner of the old bar some soviet soldiers were trying to play a game of pool in the dimmed light.
A big muscular guard asked Quentin whether or not he had some weapons with him.
On wish he gave him his suitcase. The man nodded and Quentin walked further towards the bar. He sat down on an old chair and ordered a bottle of Vodka.
He filled his field bottle with vodka and cleaned his wound with the rest.
Intense streaks of pain when through his hand as he poured the alcohol over his hand and covered the wound with some bandages. Quentin expression didn’t change an inch.
As he began drinking what was left of his bottle, the security guard that searched him earlier walked up to the bartender and whispered something in his ear.
Quentin realized by the looks from the two that they opened his luggage.
The barman leaned back to him and started asking questions.
“That’s an interesting piece of lead you got there?”
“It’s a CERN 20.8 medium distance tranquilizer rifle if that satisfies your apatite for other peoples business.”
“And where the original owners aware of what you call “business”?”
“It was a retirement present, satisfied now?” Quentin showed his old CERN batch while answering..
“We just don’t want any trouble, mister. The sting operations in town are bad enough as it is at the moment. Especially after that incident this morning.”
“It’s been all over the news today.” The bartender turned on an old cracked TV. And images of a bright line in the night sky appeared on the screen.” Quentin’s face went white.
“It appears the tested one of the old collider satellites this morning near the town of Glenwood. But good old Cheng Stalvarovisk isn’t buying it. He believes that we too have lost control of the collider…..” The bartender explained.
Quentin jumped up and reached for his wallet.
“I need to go, how much do I owe you?”
“5 pence for the vodka, the bandages are on the house.”
“Keep the change.”
Quentin threw some coins on the table, grabbed his suitcase and ran of, leaving the startled bartender behind.
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