Short stories

[Arthas Orion]

I am writing a story starring a few of my favorite characters.
I've got a free sample, but it's a little big.
Let me know if you would like to hear it! ;D

[pan]

Yeah please post it here.

[Wyvern]

This isn't really a short story, but it's a true story this story took place on 10th and 11th of June 2006 in South Wales (I was there when this took place):

It all began one Saturday morning my friend came to call for me, our friends from the village down the valley were coming up so he came to get me so we could go meet them half way. When our friends came they suggested that we go for a little camping trip, most of us weren't sure about this but after about an hour of coaxing from them we reluctantly said yes. we went to get our things for camping.

So we got to their village about 10:30pm where we wandered round looking for the right place to camp, we found it at around 11:15pm. The girl of the group and several others (including me a little) did not particularily like this spot as it had lots of hiding places.We lit a fire.

After about an hour everything calmed down. Two hours down the line someone suggested that we call for a boy we know in school. So several peope went to call for him but only one knocked the door which unexectedly opened a few seconds later to reveal the boys mother which apparently chased the boy who had knocked the door down the street.

We were back at camp an hour later all safe and ready to sleep when, some joy-riders came. They they chased in their car. we went and ran into a field following a boy who supposedly knew this place like the back of his hand, at the time we were all wearing either shorts or three quarter trousers. It was a field of stingy nettles, we ran on however and ended up near the police who were inspecting the burnt car that was left. So we all ran as fast as we could once again.

and thats the end of my story Ithink it's quite funny actually looking back. But you'd have to be there in order for you to think it as funny as me.

[Arthas Orion]

This is more of an anectdote really:
My family is crazy. I know everyone says that at some point in their lives, and therefore that line is one of the most over-used things for a comedian to say, but my family makes no sense sometimes. This one time I went into our bathroom. (If anyone asks what I was doing in there, I will come in through your computer and...)
Anyway, I was doing my buisness, and I reached for a bottle which was on the sink in curiosity. I read the label: "Stove-top Cleaning Fluid" You read this right; On my sink, in my bathroom, was a cleaning supply for the kitchen. My first thought was "What the f***? What kind of nitwit moronic lame-brain would have the audacity to put Stove-top cleaning fluid in the Bathroom!!!" (Oddly enough, no one seemed to hear me. Perhaps through some grace of bathroom acoustics...)
As if that wasn't bad enough, when I was done, I forgot to take the bottle with me.

[Yasashiku Kaima]

I'm afraid this is about as 'short' as my stories get. If it's considered too long, then please feel free to move or delete it.

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They both stood there, indifference stained their features as they stared at the congregation of bandits, who stared back with equal ferocity. Silence reigned supreme over every last man, but the chirping of the free birds could not be silenced, their songs filled with pity for those before them, bound by the eternal shackles of their duty.
The leader of the vagrants was the first to speak, his thick voice shattered the peaceful quiet as his lips moved in time to the sound that came from them.
“Well, well, well…” He grinned, his mop of sleek black hair swayed in time with his lithe body as he swaggered from side to side in a playful stance. The sword strapped to his side jolted up and down with the smooth, snake-like movements of its master. “Look who it is, another pair of lambs up for the slaughter…” The swordsman took a few small steps forward, leaving his motley crew behind him to inspect the two that opposed him. A soft smirk lay on his face as he paced back and forth, his head twisted to examine the pair, dark eyes glanced casually at the young man and then lingered on the second one. A young woman with what appeared to be extremely long, silver hair.
His gaze remained locked onto her, obviously the weaker of the two. Not because of her gender, but of the insignia of her squad that she lacked on her uniform, unlike the young male who stood slightly in front of her.
“Now, I wonder…” The sly thief thought out loud, his legs continued to carry him back and forth as he spoke. “What does your division think they’re dealing with here? Petty thieves?” His voice, although thick in tone, was still soft in speech, his words devoid of anger, despite his unique choice in them. “Please, at least give us the credit we’re due.” He suddenly stopped moving, he stood in front of the twosome and glared at them. “Now, where is the suppression squad? Are they tired of being eluded over and over, perhaps?” A hand slowly moved up to his chin as he smiled, waiting for a reply.

It was the higher ranking of the two who spoke up.
“With all regards, sir.” He frowned, a professional tone of voice took over to avoid showing any weakness. “You are due nothing even related to credit. That is why we are standing here now.” The vagrant arched his thin eyebrows at the figure, as if in surprise.
“Well, would you look at that. The wolf has fangs...” His lips turned up into a sly, narrow smile. “But you still didn’t answer my question. Why aren’t they here?”
“The other squad currently has other matters to attend to. Not that it is of any concern to you, I’m afraid.” The robed figure replied coolly. Yet the girl stayed perfectly silent as he spoke.
“So you two were sent instead?” The outlaw deflated, disappointment tainted his young face. Loudly, he drew in a deep breath and dropped back several paces to join up once again with his group. His thin shoulders heaved upward in a shrug of indifference “Very well, then…” He sighed “It seems that I’ll have to teach your leader a lesson…” A gloved hand slowly made its way towards his side, and rested on the hilt of his blade. With a flick of his thumb, the thin blade bolted upright from its slumber and lay in the man’s leather-coated hand, waiting to wreck havoc upon those who dared to oppose its master. The uniformed figure mimicked the outlaw’s movements, his right hand drew ever closer to his left, until his bare palm rested on his own weapon.
He took a slow step toward the band of renegade thieves. They were outlaws, every last one of them. Social outcasts of their birthplace, shunned by those around them until they turned tail and fled from the scrutiny of those that could not stand the sight of them. They were filth. Toting blades with such hateful and malicious dishonor that villagers from far and wide began to fear all those that wielded the common weapon, even those that solely existed to aid them were feared by many, and all because of the influence of a sinful few.
But before he could call upon the aid of his loyal blade, a hand shot out in front of him from his side. A familiar hand, connected to a familiar arm.

The young man’s gaze followed up the crimson-dressed limb to see none other than the girl who had stood silently behind him all this time, her neck outstretched as if being held back by an intangible force that forbade her to become involved in the hostile situation. He watched with keen eyes, as did the dark-haired vagrant, more with confusion than anything else.
“Lieutenant…” Her voice was stern in tone, which betrayed the soft voice that lurked underneath it. The taller young man waited for her to continue speaking. She was always very silent, to the point that fellow warriors would assume that she was a mute. But he knew that this was not the case, ever since she had joined his team. Regardless, the young woman would seldom speak unless spoken to, and even then she never said much. “Permission to do battle without assistance?” She continued to shoot a cold glance at the bandit that stood in front of her, not once did she relinquish her gaze from the figure, and he did not hesitate to return the glower.
The girl’s superior hesitated with his answer, before he turned his head back to face the group, who seemed to be being far too polite as to let them speak when a battle was about to be underway.
“Permission granted.” He nodded, before stepping back from the silver-haired officer to give her enough room to fight efficiently. Soon after, the young lady shifted slowly into her usual battle stance. Her sword, the trademark weapon of her occupation, lay dormant, unneeded by his owner, despite his pleas to help her bring justice, to bring eternal sleep to whoever thought of preventing her from carrying out her objectives.
The lithe form of the ringleader retracted back into a regular standing position. Only seconds after the young man twisted his head back to look over his group, glee painted across his face, before his men, as well as himself, burst out into a torrent of laughter. The young lady remained silent as the hysterical eruption of malicious mirth rang throughout out the forest clearing, terrifying the lesser birds into fleeing from their perches to escape the noise that leaked into their fragile skulls.
The violent beating of panicked wings joined the bellowing voices for a quick duet, before the gang began to gasp at the air around them, their lungs absent of all breath.

Their leader was the one to voice their opinions on the situation.
“I’m sorry…” He held his weaponless hand up in a simple defense as he drew in a mouthful of air “I’m so sorry…” A little high chuckle escaped his pale lips. “It’s just that I always find this bravery act so damn funny!”
The Lieutenant stayed quiet, as did the officer. The thief grinned as he brought his own blade up to his cheek. “But I digress…” He slowly paced back, a bloodthirsty grin washed over his visage. The girl remained still, as if she were oblivious to what was to come. But this state of mind was fleeting, an ephemeral condition, because in the bat of an eyelid, the murderous swordsman was merely a step away from plunging his loyal blade into the heart of the young woman, who maintained the exact same stance as before. She waited, and waited, and waited for a moment more, waited for a window of opportunity, and when it finally showed itself, she struck.
A sharp series of sickening cracks ran through the air, and the once proud, overconfident aura of the bandit leader faded into oblivion like a flame doused by a shower of rain. The youthful figure stood limp, held from the young woman at arm’s length. Her hand gripped onto the top of his head, twisted around until the young man’s fragile spine could no longer take the strain. Pale fingertips clung to the mop of dark hair, whilst her other hand lay at her side. The man’s blade, which was aimed at her heart, lay useless and shamed at her waist, a white hand snaked around the superbly crafted steel, the flat of the man-made fang pressed against her waist.
The harem of lesser thieves stood, mouths from all heights hung open at the sight that stood before them. Their leader, felled in a second, and by a woman, no less! The Lieutenant, as shocked as his targets, managed to keep his professional composure behind eyes widened with shock.
The long-haired fighter stood, her hands the mighty puppet strings that held the inanimate marionette of a corpse upright. When the sight of her victim bored her, frosted green eyes shot death glares at every other unit of prey. The disorientated clutter leapt back once they had unintentionally caught her attention.

“Kiyoshi.”
The Lieutenant gave a small start when his name was called. The voice was that of the young woman that stood before him, his subordinate and friend. A corpse held in her iron grip. “Please leave here. I do not wish for you to be involved in what is to come.” Her voice was soft, but the violent glare that radiated from her eyes froze the renegades in their place.
“Mine…” The young man muttered to himself, the only word he could muster the name of the woman.
“I promised you…” She recalled out loud. Even though her voice had drifted away, Kiyoshi knew what she was about to say. Slowly the young woman turned her head back, the look of determination and loathing that her façade once possessed replaced by a warm smile.
“I promised you…That I would not let you come to any harm as long as I stood by you, and I intend to keep my word…” The smile started to fade, and her eyes strayed to the corner of their boundaries so that she needn’t look at the Lieutenant as she spoke. After a while, her head had turned to face forward “You need not bear witness to what will occur next.”
The Lieutenant could only watch the still figure in front of his eyes as he waited patiently.
“So please…Return when I am done.”
Kiyoshi frowned at the sudden request. He was aware of what the girl was capable of once provoked in the correct manner. But countless questions began to fill his mind until it started to overflow. Was it worth the risk? Did the remaining thieves deserve the punishment that they were about to be dealt? But perhaps the most important question that lingered in the back of his mind, was possibly the most selfish of them all…

The Lieutenant nodded in harmony with the simple request, even though he himself knew that the girl would not be able to see it. With his decision finally made, the young man slowly turned away and stepped along the path that they had arrived upon.
“Mine…” Slowly he slid his eyelids shut, his mind erased his surroundings from his view as one question echoed around his mind. “…Take care…”
With that said, Kiyoshi cracked his resting eyes back open, and made his away out of the clearing.
Mine remained perfectly silent. Black tunnels that ran through her eyes dilated until only the faintest trace of the pupils remained. The band of thieves, now lost without a guiding hand, began to waver, their bodies trembled with fear so thick she could almost grasp it, and that was her call.
With a loud thud and a clatter of steel, the lifeless, insensible carcass of the once feared swordsman dropped to the rich soil that matted upon the forest floor, his misty, clouded eyes wide open, dried out by the air that picked at his corpse relentlessly only moments after he had shuffled loose from his mortal coil.
The peons watched their fallen leader hit the soft soil, but by the time their eyes fled to where his killer once stood, she had already made her move to end their worthless lives.

The once peaceful aura that encircled the wood was shattered by bloodcurdling screams. The ear-splitting noise lasted for only seconds, before the peaceful tunes of birds joined together to sing their requiem for the lost ones.

Silence began to sink its diseased claws into the atmosphere, but the sound of rustling leaves that came from above soon sent the eerie quiet off into the distance.

Carnage. Absolute carnage.

Kiyoshi crouched down upon the broad branch of the mighty oak that stood around the clearing, his eyes wide with morbid astonishment.
The burnt sunlight that pierced through the decaying clouds lit up the spectacle, tainting all it touched with a soft orange hue.
Blood, once held in the flesh of living bodies, was sprayed across trees and ground alike. Lashings of deep crimson shimmered in the rays of light as drops began to break their barriers and trickled freely into the skin of the immobile trees. Bodies lay scattered across the floor, skin broken and licked with blood that had gushed from the wounds that had been inflicted. Upturned bodies stared blankly at the sky, their faces scratched and slashed until they were beyond identification and coated with a thick film of dark crimson. And the air that once held the uplifting and refreshing scent of the flora that formed the humble wood, now held the gut-wrenching stench of fresh blood that belonged only on the battlefield.
And there, standing in the middle of the makeshift execution ground, stood Mine. Her figure towered over the lone survivor that lay frozen in dread on the ground before his soon-to-be killer.
Kiyoshi flinched, his head shied away as the woman rose her sword overhead and struck her howling victim to the ground. The young man had died immediately after the first strike, but the sickly sound of a blade cutting through flesh and bone continued to permeate the air over and over. The Lieutenant slowly opened his eyes to the unwelcome sight of his ally raising her sword and thrusting the blood-soaked blade into the corpse time and time again.

Slowly she lifted her sword back up, this time to desecrate the face of the victim like she had done the others. But before she could bring her blade down upon the vessel, the young woman froze, brought back to sanity by something that could not be seen. Kiyoshi’s muscles tensed as Mine slowly stepped back, her blade lowered back down to her side, dripping crimson fluid on the earthen soil with a quiet pitter-patter. The man could only watch as the silvery mane was lowered. His heart began to calm itself as the danger started to subside.

But that was when he heard it.

A soft whimper. It was faint, but it was definitely there. The swordsman was frozen to the spot and only by hearing her voice. The whimper evolved into a quiet sob, the sob a chuckle, and the chuckle into a horrifying shriek of hysterical laughter, but this phase was only momentary, and soon the figure fell silent, sword at side. A handful of suppressed chuckles managed to escape into the air. And in a few short moments all was quiet once again.
Kiyoshi sighed in relief, his heart calmed once again. But once again, his peaceful state was disrupted.
Auburn orbs widened in dawning realization, but it was already too late. Without any warning, the woman whirled around, eyes of a demon stared into his own, a sinister, bloodstained grin greeted him on his perch, the sheer pressure of the glare pinned the young man where he crouched.
He had obviously failed to calm her down. He had probably used the same method as he always did, grabbing a hold of her hair to immobilize her so that she had no choice but to listen and see sense. But it seemed that this time, his words had fallen on deaf ears.

He was next.

The question, the one that had been picking at the back of his mind, had itself an answer.
Was it worth watching her taint her beauty for his sake? Yes, it was…

Because at least now, he would be the last person to see it.

[Istari]

It's good.

BUT, that wasn't a short story! That was like the bible! Actually I think when I read the bible it was shorter. lol

[Elesin]

All hail the great New Bible of Kaima! Amen! Lol, anyway, it's very good. Proper short long story.

[D'Hoffryn]

Yes, short long story. lmao