Rage and Despair

okay, so i've been writing more on The Last Days, but it pretty much is a completely different story. here's the run-down so far:

The book takes place in a near-future earth, maybe 50 years in the future. It follows a girl who wakes up on a deserted street with no memories of her past when she is around 10. six years later, now running under the name of ghost, she finds that she is actually a member of a corrupt dictatorship organization thing, who erased her memory and transferred her mind into the mind of a ten-year old girl so that no one would find her after she ran away from this "Union". So, here's one of my favorite parts i've written:

Half a day had passed since I witnessed the murder, the sun has now set. I can still see the astonished face of Fredrick every time i close my eyes, and every time my heart accelerates with fear and anger. I move faster, faster then i ever had on the air board, praying for the nightmare to be lost behind me in the rushing wind. Yet still i wonder: am i Tanya, am i howling inside for the death of Fredrick? Yet i shake my head, chasing the despairing thoughts away from my mind. I am Ghost, I never new the man. Of course i cannot feel the pain Tanya would feel, the grief that she would have endured. Yet this only makes me more wounded, and the tears still swell from within my chest at the face of anguish as Fredrick's former love stabbed him through the heart...as I stabbed him through the heart.

It seems, to my imagination, that every path i have boarded, every person i have ever spoken to, holds a part of me. I have become worn, tired, dispersed. If i am to end my suffering, I must draw together my distant parts, selfishly, protectively. No matter what may occur, I must wrap all my sorrows inside, if i am to become Diamond hard. Impossible to wound, incapable of tears.
Stretching my arms high above my head, i inhale, bringing back the echos of the past, bringing them within the cold confines of my being. Past the torn fencing, in the graffiti-covered parks, they hear me. My scattered selves. They rise like the undead, given the chance of life again, and eagerly seek the call. All that i was, all that i once cast aside, comes back to me now, for i am wounded and must heal myself, must become strong once more. Even those attachments i once cared for- Mark, Athena, Nathan, Gabriell, they too must be wrapped within my cold, hard form. Feeling the loss, but determined to survive, i inhale a third time.

There are no longer any exposed parts of my being to harm me, to harm the ones i love. For i am, and will always be Ghost, and forever must i continue onward.

All is still, and yet i quiver with energy. With my eyes closed in concentration, i channel the vibrancy of my life force into my heart. Only six year of existence, but so much vitality. Denser now, my weaknesses fall into the core of my being. Pride goes first, followed by innocence. Love is harder to force down, but eventually i am left only the few motions needed to win this war, the war that rages both in the world around me and within my heart. I am left with two: Rage and Despair. Rage has a silver breastplate beneath her gown, she carries a sword and a crown of silent screams apon her head. Despair is veiled; in her hand she holds a mirror, the brooch of her cape is an opalescent lily. They frighten me, but i let them closer, they lift their arms and embrace me.
Oh, Mercy! they are fire and ice. I blaze and burn, my soul is slowly torn through and through. We cling tighter, and my suffering continues throughout the night. All nights must end, i tell myself. And so it does, with the light of dawn, banishing the creatures of my own creation, my own will. Within the heart of the sun lies the bane and salvation of man, the only thing that keeps us going through the darkness of our lives. And, with Rage and despair's departure, i am purged. With a startling realization, i find that the victory to this endless fight lies not within darkness, but with light.

I turn my board and dive into the light of the sun, hope in my steed.

We are all inventors, each sailing out on a voyage of discovery, guided each by a private chart, of which there is no duplicate. The world is all gates, all opportunities.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Iron Lotus

They had all hear the stories: the day, nearly 200 years ago, when the sky had filled with fire and death reigned on the land. When plague ripped the souls of the living, and the shadows crept from their tombs to seek retribution on the living. And how only those securely held within the massive underground cities, or Vaults, had survived the years of the Apocalypse. Not that Jake Edwards believed any of that crap, it was simply to him a thin excuse to keep the people of Vault 13 underground and under the overseer's dictatorial rule. But it wasn't either of these daunting facts that filled Jake's mind as he wandered down the complex tunnels of the Vault. All that mattered at the moments was the prospect of joining the Vault's biggest, baddest, and wildest group on the streets: Snakehead.
Though curfew was technically in effect, true Snakes could evade the watch with ease, and Jake suspected that this was his first trial on the way to full membership. Not like it was much of a problem for him, as he had traveled these streets almost every day when he was young, on his have that perfect artificial night with his girl friend, Megan. That was until some drunk guard had beat her to death three years ago, that is. Sliding down a railing silently behind the guard, he slammed his hands against the watch's temples, knocking him unconscious. Taking the guard's pocket book, he waved it in the air to whichever snake was undoubtedly watching. The Snakes had earned they're famous rep as rebels against the Overseer, a kind of robin hood, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. Though random vandalism was not at all uncommon.
A shadow in the darkness of the endless cavern, he made his way passed three more guards before coming across the ruined husk of an ancient storehouse. He walked to the door, before his wrist was seized by a cloaked figure to the left. Even when Jake had his eyes cast fully apon the figure he found that his eyes couldn't focus fully on the edges of the man's cloak, but ignored the wrenching fealing in his stomach as he followed the shadow through an open window.
The Snake threw back his hood, and Jake gasped: it was Alexander Cresswood, the legendary leader of Snakehead. Rumors were that even the Overseer did not know the existence of this hero, that he was the noblest of all within the Vault. And when the striking nineteen year old flashed him a toothy grin, Jake couldn't help to feel a sense of awe.
'Huh, you actually made it, Edwards. Guess you're not half as bad as i thought you were..still not quite as good as a snake, but you show a certain..potential." Xander's voice was thick with a slight accent, and Jake could tell that each word held a hidden meaning. "Of course, we need only the best of the best in the Snakes, and I am skeptical on how well you could survive in our family..without friends outside of the clave, living on the fringes of society."
His heart sinking, Jake listend, dismayed, to the rest of Cresswood's speach:
"We need proof that you could accomplish that no normal man could achive..an act verging on the impossible that would seal your membership ito Snakehead"
"Yes, yes, anything you want! i'll do anything!" Jake replied earnestly, desperate to do anything, anything to give his miserable life on the streets a meaning.
The Adderhead grinned, then relied in a boarderline mocking voice: "i must admire your dedication, even how frail you're use to us may be. Very well, i may as well give you a chance"
'I want you to kill the overseer"

Midnight Sun

'fricken piece of-" Jake cursed the broken water filter, only to be hushed by a sharp glance from his partner's ghostly light blue eyes. Whatever her name was, Natalya or something, had somehow managed to scavenge beside him through the long, dreary weeks. Not like he didn't owe her anything, after that near escape from death a while back. Like it mattered, she didn't really take too much food, and could get into places he couldn't..with a few nice surprises over the days.

Like this water purifier. If only he could make it work, it would supply him with fresh, clean water until..until..well, until it broke that is. Grumbling to himself, he tossed the case over to the girl. "see if you can fix it"he sighed, turning back to the three or four pieces of spoiled food he had collected in the afternoon: an overripe apple, a rotten banana and a slice of cake that could do for food if they couldn't find anything else to eat before dark. ripping the cake in half, he turned back to Nat, only to find her holding out a perfect, in-tack water purifier out to him. he looked around, trying to find the other one she had obviously thrown away. With a shrug, he traded her the water purifier for the slice of cake.
"i fixed it for you" the young girl squeaked after devouring her food, with a curious glace from Jake.
"Really?? Huh". he finished his food, and with a quick sip from the purified water, looked at her again. "Your a scary, scary child, you know?"

She beamed her angelic smile.

I think i actually got through my writer's block on this (wahoo!). i'm thinking on naming the next on either Iron Lotus or Ragnarok.

Apocolyptica

That all was nearly five months ago, five months of absolute hell. For five month Jake Edwards had survived the struggle of daily wasteland life: the constant scavenging of rotting food, the nights where he would lie with his hands clasped around a rusted pocketknife staring paranoid into the darkness.
Yet if Jake could survive the halls of Middletown High and endure the constant squabbling of his parents, he could make it through this. At least, that's what he told himself every day to keep his mind off the constant hunger in his belly, and thats what he told himslef as he had to walk away from that tiny six year old begging for food. It was a wonder how the kid had survived all ths time, but it was doutfull that the girl would suffer life too much longer. But Jake was going to survive this, no matter how long it took that fool of a government to respons to this "incedent".

I AM NOT CRITISIZING THE U.S GOVERNMENT, THIS WAS SIMPLY FOR THE SAKE OF THE STORY

Yet it was only when Jake heard the rumble in the distance, and felt the crash in his toes, did he know that yet another skyscraper had shaken form its roots and crashed to the ground below. And when he saw the wall of debries roll his way, he knew that he had deliberated too long. Battling through the constant storm of dust and debries he finally sank to his feet, exhausted, whispering his encouriging words to himslef and his life gradualy faded from him. Eventualy, he felt himself being dragged away, and the constant sand subsided its tearing on his skin. The storm muted, he raised his weary eyes upward, only to see a hungry six-year old girl staring at him with those bi, blue eyes.

I think im gonna have to forfitt these writings, they're kinda weak at the moment. but hey, i needed something to write, ya know what i mean? Thinking about a story more modern..any ideas?

The Last Days

Okay, I was going to be a bit more committed to this thing, but i recently had TONS of homework, along with a Battle of the Books competition, an All-State band festival, and 2-hour band rehearsals after school. So no, I'm not busy at all (Sarcasm). ANYWAYS, I've thought of this great (I hope) story idea, see how you like it:
It's the year 2012, and the economic crisis has exceeded the Great Depression, nations are nuking each other, and global warming is gradually flooding coastal cities. Basically, it's the end of the world. In the mist of this crisis, a fourteen-year old kid, used to be real popular, straight A student ect, struggles to survive the ruins of Apocalyptic Chicago after loosing his friends, family, and basket ball team to a recent nuclear bombardment. Saved by making it just in time to a bomb shelter under the school, he steps into a world completely different than it was 48 hours earlier. Enjoy!

It was silent, like so silent you could hear one of the hundred people in the rooms shuffle their feet...or, if you had enough room to shuffle your feet in this cramped dungeon they called a bomb shelter. Luckily, Jake Edwards had heard the sirens on his way to basketball and managed to get underground, but he doubted that the rest of the team was going to make it to a shelter before...his thought was drowned out by the first bomb, a sound louder than any he had heard in his life. There was no ka-boom, just a sudden explosion loud enough to temporary deafen him and a sudden, blinding light that even reached his underground prison nearly a hundred feet below the ground floor of his school. He had hugged his knees, telling himself stupid jokes to keep his mind away from the thought of the millions of people who had been burned alive with that first detention. His mom and dad, Lucy..no, he would not cry, he would not show weakness! Biting his lip to muffle the sobs coming from within him, he endured hour after hour of torment, with only the moans of the other survivors to comfort him. Once, an older woman doubled over, probably dead from a heart attack, but he remained in his cramped position through the constant sounds of the bombs, of death. Eventually he would notice the emptiness in his stomach, the desert in the back of his throat, but he had neglected to carry any food with him, and he had already decided not to ask the throng around him for help. Finally, he had lost track of time, a man close to the exit had opened the steel hatch, and one by one they had emerged from their dungeon and into the world around them, a world that could only be defined as...hell.
It's a bit weak at the moment, and this first part only shows his memory of his time in the bomb shelter, so the writing style (unless you like this) is going to change back to more traditional past-tense third person. Hope you enjoyed my little glimpse into the end of the world!