Short Stories

[Gabriel Takana]

So I wrote this on the way home sitting on the bus. I have never really written down my thoughts so I would like people to comment on it. Also there isn't really a title for it yet. I will be placing other stories and ideas in this thread as well.

Drip.Drip.Drip.

The paint falls in a steady patter against the solid concrete.
Each drop making new marks upon the stained floor.

Scritch, Scritch, Scritch.

The metal brush crosses the canvas in steady strokes, the painters hand never faltering or wavering.

A crypt like silence enters the cell as the dripping is the only sound. A scream is heard from down the rows.

The painter turns his head, cocking it before smiling a straight yet stained toothed smile.

Dipping his brush he sits, perched precariously on his 3-legged stool, as he places the brush once more on the canvas.

"Oh the dead see all, with the forsaken eyes they no longer can use," he mumbled to himself. Turning he looks at a cracked mirror, and he knows the reflection looking back is a figment of his mind, for his eyes are the ones that the dead claimed.

[~ƒrøšt]

I like it ^^ <3 I enjoy your use of words, and how you made it flow in a rather poetic kind of way. Very nice.

~Kuro.kawa

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[Rosalie Hale]

Love it Gabe. Amazing, just like you
Very nice structure and such, and nice choice of words.
<3

--Rosalie

[Gabriel Takana]

Thanks Rose I will be posting more of my writings here as they come along so keep an eye on it, who knows I might even make a short story collection and try to publish it.

[Gabriel Takana]

The End

Caw!Caw!Caw!

The appeal of a raven hung thick in the stale air as a man walked through the wastes of civilization.

A glance left, a glance right told the thin, frail man that he was alone.
His path of bloody footprints in the dust behind him was tribute to the end.

It had happened quickly and suddenly. Laughing children, joking teens, carefree adults, were extinguished in a flash and all that was left was charred and broken corpses.

The man was tempted to eat those not destroyed, but could not commit the atrocities required for his survival.

He grimaced at the smell as he somberly sauntered past another mass grave. No burial, no service, no prayers just bodies piled on top of bodies waiting for the eaters of the dead to come forth for a feast.

He, the last, the final came to the realization while it had been gnawing at the fringes of his mind that he was truly alone.

With a strangling cry he answered the raven, falling to his knees a small cloud of dust surrounding him. Falling flat he laid still as the last wheezing breath left his body.

Thus the last mortal died on the battlefield between Heaven and Hell.

[Caleb Jameson]

Cool. I like them, they are written very well. good job

[Rosalie Hale]

Once again, well done.
I dunno which one I like better. lol. They're both great!

[Gabriel Takana]

So I wrote this, its not as morbid as my others so let me know how you guys like it.

Each beat took the being farther across the landscape. Beneath him, nature sprawled out like a carpet. Mountains, rivers, valleys all created to give the Earth some semblance of life.

His shadow cast across the ground scattering herds of beasts. Smiling, he flapped his wings once more propelling him through the sky seeing his destination ahead he dropped a wing in a dip and grimaced once again at seeing his companion.

Red wings, cloven feet, curling horns, black fangs and teeth, and glowing red eyes described his companion. "Lazarus," Micheal said as he landed softly on the rocky peak. Micheal glowed with radiance his feathered wings closing softly and his hand never straying from his sword hilt.

"Micheal, so nice to see you," Lazarus chuckled sulfuric smoke exhaled from between his black teeth "why did you summon me?" "To discuss these mortals," he responded with contempt. "Ah you do not like these creations?" Lazarus asked "they provide me with much amusement."

"Yes no doubt they would," Micheal sighed "however they intend to destroy my brothers and his holiness. This I cannot allow. I want you to release the Horsemen." "THE HORSEMEN! You are desperate to call upon them," Lazarus exclaimed flicking a piece of meat from between his teeth "it will be bloody of course."

"I do not care for these humans, these mortals must learn," Micheal said his pinions springing open with a snap "Just do it and we will see what happens, what these mortals do. Farewell brother." With that he took off into the sky gaining altitude by the second.

Lazarus' smoldering orbs watched him. "Farewell indeed brother, farewell indeed," Lazarus said as a crack in the stone appeared and screams filtered out "Oh it shall be bloody indeed."

[Aaron Scharkin]

I like it!!!

[Gabriel Takana]

So this one I kinda just wrote for the hell of it. There is no real order to it, I find it kind of haphazard upon rereading it.

The wind howled mournfully over the body strewn field. Hundreds upon thousands of bodies scattered across the stained ground. Demons of all kinds, angels bloody and broken, men and a variety of races unheard of. On this distant planet, the universe had fought.

Bloated with corruption, pompous with arrogance and greed, the universe fought. Cries, screams and silence echoed along the massive battlefield. In what seemed to be the middle, surrounded by bodies was a man.

This man was the lone survivor. This colossus was the final victor. He stood 8ft tall, formed of pure muscle and was covered head to toe in blood of varying colours. In his right hand he held a steel spiked mace, the ball matted with blood. Pieces of flesh still clung to it, some even with hair. His left fist clenched around the handle of a massive falchion, dripping a stead stream of blood.

The man's eyes radiated a deep green glow. There was no hair on his head, rather fire the same colour of his eyes. With a roar of victory, he turned his eyes to the sky. "Come God, let us finish this conflict forever," the man called "we are at an end." Thunder shook the sky and a massive hand preceded the massive body to follow.

[Gabriel Takana]

I wrote this one, because I have been playing Dante's Inferno for the past few days as well as reading the book.

How far must the fallen fall? Do they keep falling? Farther and farther into the pits of unimaginable torture? Those that have fallen are damned to their own layer of torture.

The Seven Deadly Sins.

Greed, Wrath, Lust, Gluttony, Envy, Sloth, Pride.

These sins guide humanity's actions from a minor solution to a major decision. Wreathed in flames the fallen fall into Hell. From Charon to the Judge of the Dead, each will find their own fate, among the 9 layers of Hell.

Those most unfortunate, the most corrupted, the most damned are sent to Dis, the realm ruled by Lucifer. His fiery eyes take delight in the torture of those in his realm. A serpentine tongue flickers out to taste the blood of a fallen, run through on a spike of bone.

In the end we all become fallen. Very few rise to Paradise. Fallen we will be and fallen we shall stay for all eternity.

[Gabriel Takana]

History of Life

History is prominent in everything
It is time, the past and the future
It is represented in everything
Always constant, always changing
Forever eternal

[Alana Merez]

I like it Gabe. You've got talent, and should post these in contests.

[Gabriel Takana]

So I wrote these because my friends have been jerking me around and I was sick of it. Hope you like em.

Why are people so difficult?
Each has their own ideal of how people should act
To what end must people realize that life is subject to change and variation
People are not puppets. They do not have strings.
There is no grand puppet master of the universe.
Such things are trivial and should be forgotten.
Life is to short to hold grudges
Let peace and life be all that is in your mind


Respect must be earned
Yet once it is, it is difficult to maintain
Any small thing can affect it, can change how others see you
It is almost easier to give everything up and start again
Respect, such a fickle thing to deal with
Even those close to you can change their minds
Such ideals are bullshit. They are a f*cking waste of time.
f*ck Respect and all that it brings

[Gabriel Takana]

I wrote this cause I was bored one night.

The demon chuckled as it watched the mortals being tortured. Resting its heavily muscled arms on its thrones arms, it smiled a fanged smile. It's throne was composed of bound souls and every time it shifted they screamed making him laugh. Getting up on tentacle like legs, it walked towards the captive souls reaching out a 10 fingered hand to snatch one up and plop it in it's fanged mouth. "Such tasty morsels you make," he bellowed to the rest. Turning he surveyed the burning, roiling pit he called home, Bilrana grinned an arm sticking out of his gullet.

Walking through his home, he observed the tortured and the damned screaming in agony. A deep chuckled echoed out of his throat as a servant landed on his shoulder. The 9ft tall multi-winged Itlaran, was like a fly on its master "Master you wanted to know when battle was starting," it hissed at him "It has. It is bloody and as violent as you predicted." With a mountain shaking laugh, Bilrana turned an eye to its servant. "You have done well A'ziranoch, take your reward," he said "get my armor and weapons ready. In one days time my army goes to fight." Turning his 200ft tall body back towards his fortress, he unfolded his 6 sets of wings and lifted himself into the air. With a roar of triumph, he returned home and prepared to fight angels.