Despite advice given that i should continue Devil Inside, I am finding it very hard to out pen to paper on this one. I can up with wonderfull ideas but i just don't know how to fill it out with other stuff. I had even devised an awsome ending for it! So, I'm taking a break from it to write a new story. It's going to be set in, like anonymous, near future, say around 20 to 30 years. No major technological advances, but the future in this one is far more grim than anonymous. In the outbreak of a near nuclear war, a country votes in a new leader. Though his regieme is tyranical, within a year, the war is won, terrorism is eradicated and all seems well. But the new leader soon starts setting out to controll everything, and any who dissagree are removed from existance, either by enforcers, or one of the coldly efficient and brutal 'Tredecim Muneris' or Thirteen Officers for those like myself who can't speak latin.
I have writen a prolouge for your entertainment, it should offer a taste of what is to come.
Enjoy =D
“To my darling child,
If you have the fortune to find this, then it will seem odd that it is addressed to you, for you will not know me. You will never have been aware of the existence of me. But this is a message you must read. You have been lied to your entire life. This document contains the only weapon you will ever truly need.
Truth.
They told us that all they wanted was our compliance, and they would protect us from our enemies. Of course, we were at war, and with a foe who would not hesitate to wipe us from the face of the Earth, of course we complied with them! It was either that or annihilation, and we thought it would all end once the war was over...
Maybe we should have chosen annihilation...for the nuclear fires would have been far kinder than those who reign over us from the shadows. I’ve seen terrible things, people who even just utter a joke that offends them are erased without trial. No one escapes. No one survives.
Of course, we tried to fight, but to a force that held off three nations, waves of terrorism and conquered half the globe, small resistance like us are just ants to be crushed under foot without care or thought. They have already killed so many of us, I am the only one left now. I can hear them coming, and the cold footsteps echoing through the corridor slowly indicate that one of their ‘officers’ has chosen to personally track me down. Sending one of the 13 most feared agents after me should probably make me feel honoured. But there is no martyrdom here. Those hunted by the officers are not killed, but erased. No one will ever know I existed. Everything I have: my driver’s licence, my passport, even my birth certificate will all be incinerated along with my corpse. That is why I write this. I shall hide it where they will never find it and I shall send you something so that when you grow older you will understand what is happening in the world you will enter, and the world from which I shall be forced to leave.
I only have a minute now. I can hear his footsteps by the door. This cannot contail all the truth, but it will set you on the path you need to find out how to save our way of life.
I love you
Sincerely,
Sellina Deebal,
Your Mother”
This is Mathew Willis
Signing off
Thursday 18 November 2010
Thursday 11 November 2010
Been a while hasn't it?
For those who read this and have a genuine intrest in my life, I am very sorry I havn't updated this in a while. I've been very busy with work and RAF application so I pray you all forgive me this once
Since I last posted, things have been quite evenfull. I've had my first interview with the RAF for example, where there was only one question where the answer was unknown to me. I am still waiting to hear back from them on how I've done however. I have been working at Laserquest also for around two months now, which is going quite well I must say.
As usual there have been some irritations floating around here and there, but the main one has been dealt with, and I would like to apologise to that person again for being such a niave fool, and to thank them whole heartedly for forgiving my blunders and still remaining a bloody fantastic friend.
anyways ladies and gentlemen, I'm afraid that's all you are getting out of me tonight as i am busy with my new game, and before you say that I've fallen into CoD...no i still have a soul and have purchased Fable 3 instead.
Also before i go i would like to recomend the blog of a very good friend of mine
http://iscariotx.tumblr.com/
This is Mathew Willis
Signing off...
Since I last posted, things have been quite evenfull. I've had my first interview with the RAF for example, where there was only one question where the answer was unknown to me. I am still waiting to hear back from them on how I've done however. I have been working at Laserquest also for around two months now, which is going quite well I must say.
As usual there have been some irritations floating around here and there, but the main one has been dealt with, and I would like to apologise to that person again for being such a niave fool, and to thank them whole heartedly for forgiving my blunders and still remaining a bloody fantastic friend.
anyways ladies and gentlemen, I'm afraid that's all you are getting out of me tonight as i am busy with my new game, and before you say that I've fallen into CoD...no i still have a soul and have purchased Fable 3 instead.
Also before i go i would like to recomend the blog of a very good friend of mine
http://iscariotx.tumblr.com/
This is Mathew Willis
Signing off...
Thursday 23 September 2010
A constant encounter with my greatest foe...
Human emotion, such a glorious thing is it not? The main trait that sets us apart from the apes in the Amazon is our ability to feel, to think and so on. And yet, this gift is not all positive, as it also forces upon us darker emotions, such as jealousy, hatred and despair. I myself have been locking horns with one such emotion as of late, but not one that many would first think of as overly bad. I of course refer to my greatest nemesis...Boredom.
About this time last year, I was settled into my second year at Cirencester College. The courses I took there offered me things to think about. Chemistry taxed my brain, History sparked my interest, and Public services concentrated on my physical side. All was well. Though as usual things buzzed around in my head, the usual concerns and worries, but all the College parts kept those nicely suppressed. It was all going so well until results day, but then, College finished. I thought it would be fantastic once I got out of education and into the real world, but my truth is proving far different.
I have three good days a week and two good nights. On Mondays and Thursdays, my job at Laser-quest keeps me occupied with various tasks, and my need to impress on my three month trial means that any...shall we say, irritating thoughts. Most Saturdays I go and see my Dad, which again, gives me something to do. And of course, Monday and Friday nights, I put on my uniform and trot down to cadets. But that's all I have to do in the week. Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Sundays, and Friday in the day time are all completely blank, leaving me very little to do.
Now normally one of my cure's for boredom is writing, but lately, I am experiencing some serious writer's block, and just can't seem to think what to write in 'Devil inside'. I also am unable to work on 'Anonymous' as those I have sent the second draft to have not given me feedback (to anyone reading this I have sent it too, yes that was a hint...please =D). All my video games have become old and dull and I think I’ve watched every move I own (at least twice).
Now there is a major problem with being bored. Remember I said that there's crap floating around up in the old grey matter. Well what that involves is regrets, past failures and all sorts of other negative garbage...and guess what happens when I get bored? Yep! I start to think, something that should really stop happening. Which means is reflect on this crap. I admit there are certain parts that have since disappeared, but there have been one or two fresh additions as well, which for obvious reasons, will not be said unless I actually want to talk to someone about them...fat chance.
I have to say...and bear in mind I never thought I would say this: I really miss college!
So yes all those at Cirencester College doing a third yea, it would appear that you are not all as insane as I believed you were. I was wrong and I admit it. I do not admit that often so don't get used to it.
Anyway, that's my ranting over for another day at least. Again, if you have soldiered on to this point, I am impressed. And for those people mental enough to follow my blog and read all my posts, you guys(and girls) need medals. But unfortunatly I don't have any at the moment so I must apologise.
This is Mathew Willis
Signing off..
About this time last year, I was settled into my second year at Cirencester College. The courses I took there offered me things to think about. Chemistry taxed my brain, History sparked my interest, and Public services concentrated on my physical side. All was well. Though as usual things buzzed around in my head, the usual concerns and worries, but all the College parts kept those nicely suppressed. It was all going so well until results day, but then, College finished. I thought it would be fantastic once I got out of education and into the real world, but my truth is proving far different.
I have three good days a week and two good nights. On Mondays and Thursdays, my job at Laser-quest keeps me occupied with various tasks, and my need to impress on my three month trial means that any...shall we say, irritating thoughts. Most Saturdays I go and see my Dad, which again, gives me something to do. And of course, Monday and Friday nights, I put on my uniform and trot down to cadets. But that's all I have to do in the week. Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Sundays, and Friday in the day time are all completely blank, leaving me very little to do.
Now normally one of my cure's for boredom is writing, but lately, I am experiencing some serious writer's block, and just can't seem to think what to write in 'Devil inside'. I also am unable to work on 'Anonymous' as those I have sent the second draft to have not given me feedback (to anyone reading this I have sent it too, yes that was a hint...please =D). All my video games have become old and dull and I think I’ve watched every move I own (at least twice).
Now there is a major problem with being bored. Remember I said that there's crap floating around up in the old grey matter. Well what that involves is regrets, past failures and all sorts of other negative garbage...and guess what happens when I get bored? Yep! I start to think, something that should really stop happening. Which means is reflect on this crap. I admit there are certain parts that have since disappeared, but there have been one or two fresh additions as well, which for obvious reasons, will not be said unless I actually want to talk to someone about them...fat chance.
I have to say...and bear in mind I never thought I would say this: I really miss college!
So yes all those at Cirencester College doing a third yea, it would appear that you are not all as insane as I believed you were. I was wrong and I admit it. I do not admit that often so don't get used to it.
Anyway, that's my ranting over for another day at least. Again, if you have soldiered on to this point, I am impressed. And for those people mental enough to follow my blog and read all my posts, you guys(and girls) need medals. But unfortunatly I don't have any at the moment so I must apologise.
This is Mathew Willis
Signing off..
Thursday 9 September 2010
What is my species coming to?
It is often claimed by scientists that the human race is the most intelligent species to ever grace the planet. After all, we have unlocked the secrets of our planet and performed amazing acts. But as I progress through life, I see myself doubting this statement more and more. Our species' intelligence seems to be failing us. And if you want proof, although I’m sure you can all think of a fine example of de-evolution, you need look no further than the news.
One prime example that I have been following is the case in Florida of Pastor Terry Jones. In memory of the attacks on the United states, he planned to burn a large amount of the Muslim holy book; the Koran. Now this has foolishness in its own rights. Firstly, though it is true that the men who boarded and hijacked the aircraft were Muslim, it does not mean that every Muslim on the face of the earth was in on the plan! That's like saying that all white Christians lynched black people in the 1960s, or saying that all Germans are Nazis. Secondly, the fool did not realise the repercussions that burning a holy book would have on the Islamic community. If anything is likely to cause more Muslims to join the cause of people like Osama Bin Laden, then ritually burning their holy book is it. People may say "well if they burned a load of bibles, we wouldn't do the same". Well that is because the arsehats who would say that do not understand the principles of Islam. Muslims, by their religious laws are a peaceful people, except under one circumstance: when defending their faith. Now I don't know about you, but burning a load of sacred text, so special that English translations are considered false, and therefore all Islamic children learn Arabic, seems a bit like an attack. This of course would result in an increase in terrorist attacks on the west and therefore more innocent lives cut short. Had it gone ahead and anyone I knew was hurt as a result, I can tell you, that Pastor would be getting a little visit from yours truly to explain just how much of an idiot, no, imbecile he had been. Thankfully, he did eventually see sense and called his little event off. But this is far from the end of my rant...
Now when I saw that the event had been called off on MSN news, I breathed a short sigh of relief. 'it's good to see that brain cells have finally kicked in' I thought to myself, only to be bought back into despair. Now anyone who knows MSN news knows that people leave comments. Now I occasionally read these, just to see what people think...and I was mortified by what I read this time round:
#1
09 September 2010 22:09:19
Wimp, you buy a book you own the book, you wanna burn the book thats your call, afterall in this financial climate you would have thought that the muslims would be greatful for the income from the sale of 200 books.
You didn't see the western world calling for the death of muslims when they burned a few hundred copies of Rushdies crap book did you ?
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simmoncowel#2
09 September 2010 22:11:59
Fcuking chicken
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Brucetg#3
09 September 2010 22:12:26
Well, I will still burn mine."
Upon reading this...I was gobsmacked. Are people really this ignorant, this intolerant, this...foolish? Now before anyone thinks me naive, I am aware that a lot of people don't give a shit about the rest of the world, but come on! this is downright ridiculous! This kind of intolerance is just plain pathetic! In many ways, seeing people be this stupid is good for me, as it shows me what happens to people who make stupid decisions or are too thick to think for themselves. I do hope that by reading this, you learn from their foolishness, and that you see, as I do, Just what some people are beginning to lower themselves too
This is Mathew Willis
Signing off
Good night
One prime example that I have been following is the case in Florida of Pastor Terry Jones. In memory of the attacks on the United states, he planned to burn a large amount of the Muslim holy book; the Koran. Now this has foolishness in its own rights. Firstly, though it is true that the men who boarded and hijacked the aircraft were Muslim, it does not mean that every Muslim on the face of the earth was in on the plan! That's like saying that all white Christians lynched black people in the 1960s, or saying that all Germans are Nazis. Secondly, the fool did not realise the repercussions that burning a holy book would have on the Islamic community. If anything is likely to cause more Muslims to join the cause of people like Osama Bin Laden, then ritually burning their holy book is it. People may say "well if they burned a load of bibles, we wouldn't do the same". Well that is because the arsehats who would say that do not understand the principles of Islam. Muslims, by their religious laws are a peaceful people, except under one circumstance: when defending their faith. Now I don't know about you, but burning a load of sacred text, so special that English translations are considered false, and therefore all Islamic children learn Arabic, seems a bit like an attack. This of course would result in an increase in terrorist attacks on the west and therefore more innocent lives cut short. Had it gone ahead and anyone I knew was hurt as a result, I can tell you, that Pastor would be getting a little visit from yours truly to explain just how much of an idiot, no, imbecile he had been. Thankfully, he did eventually see sense and called his little event off. But this is far from the end of my rant...
Now when I saw that the event had been called off on MSN news, I breathed a short sigh of relief. 'it's good to see that brain cells have finally kicked in' I thought to myself, only to be bought back into despair. Now anyone who knows MSN news knows that people leave comments. Now I occasionally read these, just to see what people think...and I was mortified by what I read this time round:
#1
09 September 2010 22:09:19
Wimp, you buy a book you own the book, you wanna burn the book thats your call, afterall in this financial climate you would have thought that the muslims would be greatful for the income from the sale of 200 books.
You didn't see the western world calling for the death of muslims when they burned a few hundred copies of Rushdies crap book did you ?
ReplyReport Abuse
simmoncowel#2
09 September 2010 22:11:59
Fcuking chicken
ReplyReport Abuse
Brucetg#3
09 September 2010 22:12:26
Well, I will still burn mine."
Upon reading this...I was gobsmacked. Are people really this ignorant, this intolerant, this...foolish? Now before anyone thinks me naive, I am aware that a lot of people don't give a shit about the rest of the world, but come on! this is downright ridiculous! This kind of intolerance is just plain pathetic! In many ways, seeing people be this stupid is good for me, as it shows me what happens to people who make stupid decisions or are too thick to think for themselves. I do hope that by reading this, you learn from their foolishness, and that you see, as I do, Just what some people are beginning to lower themselves too
This is Mathew Willis
Signing off
Good night
Tuesday 7 September 2010
Twinkle Twinkle little star
I do not quite know why, but I have always been fascinated with the heavens. By this i do not mean that i contemplate the afterlife. No, I am somewhat of a stargazer, as anyone whe has been out drinking should honestly know. Now for an 18-year-old boy this probably seems odd. If the papers are to be believed, surely I as a teenage boy should be some kind of drunken yob. And yet, more often than not, sober or a little tipsy, I will tend to have a brief stare into the heavens, as to admire some of the sheer beauty of what lies beyond our little blue sphere.
It seems all natural to me to have a gaze at something beautiful like a sunset, or a clear star filled sky, or even a snow-filled landscape with a small bird or two fluttering around. Perhaps if I am lucky I will get the joy of a shooting star in the night sky, or perhaps the sight of fork lightning in a thunderstorm. But it pains me sometimes to think that such things sometimes go un-noticed by the people. It pains me to think just how...ignorant they can be of such events. This can be especially true in men, though women are not exempt from ignorance. And yet being a man I look at gentlemen all around me paying no heed to these natural events and sometimes I can't help but think...'is it wrong that I find this amazing?' or 'is it so wrong for me to actually pick out beauty?'. I am sure there are people out there who will say it is wrong that I admire the natural world, especially seeing as I want to serve in the Royal Air Force, so I am instantly expected to be some kind of rock hard soldier with absolutely no feelings of that sort.
But for those who do insist on that narrow view, I shall say this, and only this:
Open your damn eyes.
Yes, I want to be a soldier. Yes, the job I want does require me to fight on the front lines (or to be precise, above them). However, that does not mean I am some kind of burley, brainless gung-ho lunatic. In fact, from my experience, most soldiers, regardless of whether they are Army, Navy or RAF, are quite cultured and are far from brainless. Many actually see things the way I do, appreciating the better things of this world.
So next time you happen to be out on a clear night, why not look up for just a moment. On a snowy day, take a quick glance out of your window. Or on a day where a gentle rain falls, why not take a bit of a wander, just to have a quick glance of the world around you. Trust me...it's a lot better than you might think.
It seems all natural to me to have a gaze at something beautiful like a sunset, or a clear star filled sky, or even a snow-filled landscape with a small bird or two fluttering around. Perhaps if I am lucky I will get the joy of a shooting star in the night sky, or perhaps the sight of fork lightning in a thunderstorm. But it pains me sometimes to think that such things sometimes go un-noticed by the people. It pains me to think just how...ignorant they can be of such events. This can be especially true in men, though women are not exempt from ignorance. And yet being a man I look at gentlemen all around me paying no heed to these natural events and sometimes I can't help but think...'is it wrong that I find this amazing?' or 'is it so wrong for me to actually pick out beauty?'. I am sure there are people out there who will say it is wrong that I admire the natural world, especially seeing as I want to serve in the Royal Air Force, so I am instantly expected to be some kind of rock hard soldier with absolutely no feelings of that sort.
But for those who do insist on that narrow view, I shall say this, and only this:
Open your damn eyes.
Yes, I want to be a soldier. Yes, the job I want does require me to fight on the front lines (or to be precise, above them). However, that does not mean I am some kind of burley, brainless gung-ho lunatic. In fact, from my experience, most soldiers, regardless of whether they are Army, Navy or RAF, are quite cultured and are far from brainless. Many actually see things the way I do, appreciating the better things of this world.
So next time you happen to be out on a clear night, why not look up for just a moment. On a snowy day, take a quick glance out of your window. Or on a day where a gentle rain falls, why not take a bit of a wander, just to have a quick glance of the world around you. Trust me...it's a lot better than you might think.
Thursday 19 August 2010
Take to the Skies
Results day...not exactly the best time in the life of any student. It is a day filled with worry, prayers, and at the same time as great celebration, can be filled with deep mourning over an opportunity missed. Yet, on this seemingly dark day for many unfortunate, I consider this day to have been a great success for me. There is a very simple reason for this, and that's that after two long years at Cirencester College, I have finally got the grades I need to become an officer in her Majesty's Armed Forces, but more specifically, in the Royal Air Force.
It seems funny to me now that I never originally wanted to go anywhere near a combat zone. I remember the days sitting in School thinking that one day I wanted to become some kind of Lawyer, putting people behind bars and raking in a ton of cash...until I took a law taster session that is. I found it to be the dullest thing I have ever tried to sit through in my entire life! At the time, I had been in cadets for around a year, and that's when I realised that maybe if I enjoyed cadets so damn much, I should think strongly about the RAF
Enough about the past though...I'm sure you got enough personal history from my last Blog...and this is not an autobiography after all. Maybe one day, if I become some kind of war hero I will write one, but until then you have to put up with my mad ranting.
The path leading up to today should have been paved with concern and apprehension....and yet the truth could not be more different. It was instead paved with YouTube vids, bad singing, good friends and of course, copious amounts of booze. This combination succeeded in numbing the thoughts of a potential failure and sitting behind a Sodding desk for the rest of my days.
After listening to Bon Jovi's living on a prayer, I received my A-level results:
-Chemistry = U. Yes, I know it does not seem like a fantastic start, but I knew that was going to end badly. I revised like a beaver on steroids and I still came out with a fail...I guess I just don't have the talent for it
-General studies = D. Now I know everyone says this subject is a waste of space, but the RAF accepts it, so I win this round world. And seeing as they only wanted an 'E'...
-History = C to be honest, I had the E I needed before I even went into the exam hall.
With these grades, I have the Two A-levels I need to become an RAF officer, and the right amount of UCAS points to become an officer in any other of Her Majesty's armed forces. I’m rather chuffed. So hopefully, by September 2011, I will be at RAF Cranwell training to become an Officer of the RAF...I do believe there is only one appropriate way to end this post...
God Save the Queen!
It seems funny to me now that I never originally wanted to go anywhere near a combat zone. I remember the days sitting in School thinking that one day I wanted to become some kind of Lawyer, putting people behind bars and raking in a ton of cash...until I took a law taster session that is. I found it to be the dullest thing I have ever tried to sit through in my entire life! At the time, I had been in cadets for around a year, and that's when I realised that maybe if I enjoyed cadets so damn much, I should think strongly about the RAF
Enough about the past though...I'm sure you got enough personal history from my last Blog...and this is not an autobiography after all. Maybe one day, if I become some kind of war hero I will write one, but until then you have to put up with my mad ranting.
The path leading up to today should have been paved with concern and apprehension....and yet the truth could not be more different. It was instead paved with YouTube vids, bad singing, good friends and of course, copious amounts of booze. This combination succeeded in numbing the thoughts of a potential failure and sitting behind a Sodding desk for the rest of my days.
After listening to Bon Jovi's living on a prayer, I received my A-level results:
-Chemistry = U. Yes, I know it does not seem like a fantastic start, but I knew that was going to end badly. I revised like a beaver on steroids and I still came out with a fail...I guess I just don't have the talent for it
-General studies = D. Now I know everyone says this subject is a waste of space, but the RAF accepts it, so I win this round world. And seeing as they only wanted an 'E'...
-History = C to be honest, I had the E I needed before I even went into the exam hall.
With these grades, I have the Two A-levels I need to become an RAF officer, and the right amount of UCAS points to become an officer in any other of Her Majesty's armed forces. I’m rather chuffed. So hopefully, by September 2011, I will be at RAF Cranwell training to become an Officer of the RAF...I do believe there is only one appropriate way to end this post...
God Save the Queen!
Tuesday 3 August 2010
The Adventures of a wannabe Writer: chonology
As my friends know, I am somewhat of an ametur writer. When i'm bored, upset, angry, or just have a moment of creative output, I tend to sit down in front of my laptop and type away, not to dissimilar for what I am doing here, but in far greater quantities of words. Now i have been trying to write and complete stories for a good 7 or 8 years of my life, which all things considered, is a rather long time.
Now the day that this whole obsesion with writing began was in my opinion, one of the most influential days of my life. It all started with a playground game that myself and my good friend Hamlyn used to play. The game involved two 11 year old geniuses (these were the characters...this is not a reflection of my vanity) names James Zilch and Thomas Stroy. The pair of kids basicly flew around kicking the heads off bad guys wherever the world needed them to do so. One day, me and Hamlyn decided to write the adventures of these two brave childeren in a story, titled 'Warfare'. Now this got a little out of hand for various reasons, but from that point onwards, I found that even though at the time, I had no tallent for manipulating the English language to express emotion or to describe events or characters, I had certainly enjoyed it. Now, 'Warfare' has slowly evolved, both myself and Hamlyn (tho' mostly Hamlyn) have found ourselves wanting to rewrite it, coming up with better storylines, better characters, and better ideas. But this has happened multiple times, which leads me to the pessimistic conclusion that I doubt 'Warfare' will ever truely be writen and completed. Though saying that, Hamlyn is welcome to prove me wrong at any time.
The next tale on my Adventures into the realm of fiction was titled 'Emotions of War'. This story was again a twin venture my myself and Hamlyn. The initial idea came from me this time however. The storyline involved a group of 5 teens, aged about 17 gaining odd abilities through a meteor. I know what you are all thinking...it's been done about 5 million times. But at the time, when I was only about 13, This was fantastic! The story was quite shortlived however. With GCSEs coming in, it became far more difficult to see Hamlyn and indeed to write along side him. Thus 'Emotions of War' never realy got past chapter 2.
Although there is another story between this one and the one just mentioned, I will discuss it later. This story is where my creative side realy came to bloom in a book called 'Double Edge'. This was my view of a seriously messed up world, where Power is the only asset worth having. The first few lines describe best how the world of Double Edge is set out:
"Control. That’s what this country is about. Complete and utter control of its citizens. Control is so important to the ruler that any opposition, even a foul mention is dealt with swiftly and decisively. There is no escape from this way of life. And those who try…are eliminated."
Double Edge is the codename of the main character. Edge is what is known as a 'Hunter'. Hunters are specialised soldiers who were kidnapped as childeren, had their memories erased and replaced with false ones and trained to be cold hearted Killers. But with Edge, not everything was destroyed
"Can something ever be truly destroyed, weather it be object or organic? As cities are rebuilt, so a body and mind can pick itself up and begin to put things back. Even if something is completely crushed, and only dust remains…sometimes those small fragments are enough to rebuild. The memory too, even if erased to the point of no return, shall always keep one thing…
And that is enough to rebuild an existence…"
This is another extract from the end of Chapter 3, inspired from the short extracts in the book 'My Swordhand is Singing' (which if you ask me is a book a certain Stephenie Meyer desperatly needs to read). The story however, never truely got off it's feet. But when i have finished what I am doing now, I swear I will come back and I will finish my story.
By far one of my greatest victories however was a story called 'Anonymous', which is the only story I have so far seen through to it's very end (that said I am still editing, though a second draft will be released shortly). For the life of me I cannot remember where I got the idea from, nor can I remeber when I actualy began to write it. But it took me nearly a year and a half to finish. I still remeber the sheer joy that took hold of me the day I finished it. 'Anonymous' revolves around a young mercenary who was never realy named as a child. Whilst out on mission, he saves a young female politican, who recruits him as a bodyguard. But this man goes against his morals when he falls in love with her (there's a shocker eh lads). This causes him to become tangled in a series of events leading him into conflict with his troubled past, his Love for the girl, and his closest companion.
The book I'm working on now belongs in the gap between 'Emotions of War' and 'Double Edge'. There is a good reason for this and thats that i've tried to write it before. The book is called 'Devil Inside' (though i realy want a new title). I'm not going to go into any detail in this one because I don't want to spoil the suprise.
If you have read all the way up untill this point, I honestly congratulate you and your persistance. I'm sure you are expecting some form of reward, but you will just have to accept the reward of the knowlage that I probably won't write another one of these for at least a week...unless I find something worth writing about
Now the day that this whole obsesion with writing began was in my opinion, one of the most influential days of my life. It all started with a playground game that myself and my good friend Hamlyn used to play. The game involved two 11 year old geniuses (these were the characters...this is not a reflection of my vanity) names James Zilch and Thomas Stroy. The pair of kids basicly flew around kicking the heads off bad guys wherever the world needed them to do so. One day, me and Hamlyn decided to write the adventures of these two brave childeren in a story, titled 'Warfare'. Now this got a little out of hand for various reasons, but from that point onwards, I found that even though at the time, I had no tallent for manipulating the English language to express emotion or to describe events or characters, I had certainly enjoyed it. Now, 'Warfare' has slowly evolved, both myself and Hamlyn (tho' mostly Hamlyn) have found ourselves wanting to rewrite it, coming up with better storylines, better characters, and better ideas. But this has happened multiple times, which leads me to the pessimistic conclusion that I doubt 'Warfare' will ever truely be writen and completed. Though saying that, Hamlyn is welcome to prove me wrong at any time.
The next tale on my Adventures into the realm of fiction was titled 'Emotions of War'. This story was again a twin venture my myself and Hamlyn. The initial idea came from me this time however. The storyline involved a group of 5 teens, aged about 17 gaining odd abilities through a meteor. I know what you are all thinking...it's been done about 5 million times. But at the time, when I was only about 13, This was fantastic! The story was quite shortlived however. With GCSEs coming in, it became far more difficult to see Hamlyn and indeed to write along side him. Thus 'Emotions of War' never realy got past chapter 2.
Although there is another story between this one and the one just mentioned, I will discuss it later. This story is where my creative side realy came to bloom in a book called 'Double Edge'. This was my view of a seriously messed up world, where Power is the only asset worth having. The first few lines describe best how the world of Double Edge is set out:
"Control. That’s what this country is about. Complete and utter control of its citizens. Control is so important to the ruler that any opposition, even a foul mention is dealt with swiftly and decisively. There is no escape from this way of life. And those who try…are eliminated."
Double Edge is the codename of the main character. Edge is what is known as a 'Hunter'. Hunters are specialised soldiers who were kidnapped as childeren, had their memories erased and replaced with false ones and trained to be cold hearted Killers. But with Edge, not everything was destroyed
"Can something ever be truly destroyed, weather it be object or organic? As cities are rebuilt, so a body and mind can pick itself up and begin to put things back. Even if something is completely crushed, and only dust remains…sometimes those small fragments are enough to rebuild. The memory too, even if erased to the point of no return, shall always keep one thing…
And that is enough to rebuild an existence…"
This is another extract from the end of Chapter 3, inspired from the short extracts in the book 'My Swordhand is Singing' (which if you ask me is a book a certain Stephenie Meyer desperatly needs to read). The story however, never truely got off it's feet. But when i have finished what I am doing now, I swear I will come back and I will finish my story.
By far one of my greatest victories however was a story called 'Anonymous', which is the only story I have so far seen through to it's very end (that said I am still editing, though a second draft will be released shortly). For the life of me I cannot remember where I got the idea from, nor can I remeber when I actualy began to write it. But it took me nearly a year and a half to finish. I still remeber the sheer joy that took hold of me the day I finished it. 'Anonymous' revolves around a young mercenary who was never realy named as a child. Whilst out on mission, he saves a young female politican, who recruits him as a bodyguard. But this man goes against his morals when he falls in love with her (there's a shocker eh lads). This causes him to become tangled in a series of events leading him into conflict with his troubled past, his Love for the girl, and his closest companion.
The book I'm working on now belongs in the gap between 'Emotions of War' and 'Double Edge'. There is a good reason for this and thats that i've tried to write it before. The book is called 'Devil Inside' (though i realy want a new title). I'm not going to go into any detail in this one because I don't want to spoil the suprise.
If you have read all the way up untill this point, I honestly congratulate you and your persistance. I'm sure you are expecting some form of reward, but you will just have to accept the reward of the knowlage that I probably won't write another one of these for at least a week...unless I find something worth writing about
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