EternalSoldier, The Reader
You don't know what is going to happen. One second you could be a star athlete, and the next second you find out you've been in a coma from a car accident three years ago. Deal with it; leave the past and do what you can today so there are less regrets tomorrow.
Recent PostsBeef with Soy: preliminary writing battle on 11/29/2021 7:49:37 PM
Have you read The Sword of Shannara or The Heritage of Shannara? If not, they are great examples of A Chosen Hero even if they are a tad long.
I'm bored on 11/25/2021 10:30:43 AM
I mean, I'm working on another story right now, but I might be interested.
Psychotic on 11/22/2021 12:23:11 PM
It would be great if you could do the line-by-line readthrough, thank you.
Psychotic on 11/21/2021 8:20:11 PM
What parts of the punctuation could I improve and how could I manage it? I'm trying to figure it out; however, I am having a difficult time figuring out what I could improve.
Psychotic on 11/20/2021 11:18:43 PM
This is my first short story and I'd like to know how I did.
“WATCH OUT!” I bolt upright in a cold sweat.
“That dream again?”
I look to my right, the room is still dark, but I still see Issac’s sapphire blue eyes sitting on the old chair against the wall. “Yeah,” looking at the clock I notice the time, “It’s still only 4:00.” I groan as I haul myself out of bed, and go to the closet. I sigh “I might as well get ready because it’s not like I will be able to fall back asleep,” looking over my shoulder at Issac and notice that his wings are out again as they give off a light that is as pure as the color of his wings, “your wings are showing again.”
“I thought you could use some light,” Issac claimed, grinning cheekily.
“Uh-huh, okay, you know as well as I do that the only clothes in here are my station uniforms,” I look back at the closet and pick up a uniform (they all look the same), “All I need to do is pick a hanger. I’m gonna go take a shower… Do you mind if I turn on some music?” I turn back around to walk to the bathroom across the room. I know this pattern so well that I can do this in the dark.
“You know, you should tell someone about your nightmares,” Issac states, giving me a look that tells me he knows what I’m thinking, and he doesn’t agree.
“And you should know that if I do that, I could very well be fired in the process, or at least be forced to retire early,” I reply after turning around and giving him a look that says there’s no way in hell I’m telling someone. It’s still dark, but that doesn’t stop me from seeing Issac as the glow given off by the wings lights up his figure.
Issac looks at me with a frown, “Why won’t you tell anyone? It’s not going to get better if you don’t tell someone.”
“I’m telling you”
“Yeah, but I’m in your head, you made me,” Issac replies, waiting for my response.
“Okay, so what? I’ll live; I’ve lasted this long without telling anyone,” I reply, starting to get agitated.
“Go take a shower, and cool down before you blow up at me Teske,” Issac warns, noticing my change in temperament.
“Yeah, yeah,” I grumble, I turn around and stalk into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.
The rest of the time till I got to work, was in silence. Issac didn’t bother to get in the car when I left the apartment to go to work, he knew better than to keep bothering me. I also knew though that Issac would be at the station when I arrived.
Stepping out of my car, I see Issac. I’m early again, so everyone else from my shift isn’t here yet, and it looks like the current shift is out on calls (the apparatus bay was empty). I go to the trunk of my car and pull out my bag that contains bed sheets. Afterwards, I walk into the station, I look around and I see that the front is a mess, and I mean there are ceiling tiles that are either torn down or hanging off the ceiling. The floor is also littered with broken chairs, desks, and other office materials.
Still holding my bag I walk towards the sleeping quarters while avoiding the debris on the floor, “Hello,” I’m concerned because the front is always tidy. I move into the kitchen and it’s also a complete mess as well with the pots and pans scattered everywhere, broken dishes on the floor, it looks like someone took all the food from fridges, ate the food, then threw up everywhere. By this point, I’m concerned that I might be in danger as I don’t know how or why everything is a mess.
I walk into the apparatus bay and it’s empty of the apparatus as I’d seen before, but it is clean; this room is still in good condition even though all the other rooms were a complete mess. Suddenly, the lights go out, when they come back on, what I see makes my blood turn cold, the whole room is covered in gore, the bodies of my brothers (not brothers by blood) are strewn everywhere. Some of their bodies are missing arms and legs, but all the bodies have had their heads decapitated. I turn around because I’m about ready to crap my pants, and I feel like someone’s behind me. When I turn around, that’s when I see the heads. The heads of my fellow brothers staring at me with looks of anger, disappointment, and disbelief.
“This is what happens when you don’t tell someone about your issues.” I look away from the heads to see Issac. His wings are showing, but now they are black, almost like obsidian, and his once sapphire eyes hold a darkness that I cannot understand.
“What do you mean?” I ask, “What did you do?!” I scream at Issac; there is no more empathy in his eyes.
“This is what you deserve,” Issac states as he pulls out a gun.
“No, no, no,” I start to back away, but I trip over one of the bodies, “please don’t," I beg.
“It must be done,” Issac walks up to me, leans over, and fires.
I wake up in a hospital bed, when I try to sit up, I find that I have been handcuffed to the bed. I look up and I see an officer standing by the door. “What happened?” I ask the officer. The officer looks at me a little taken aback and answers, “You don’t remember?”
“No, should I?” I inquire, confused.
“You killed everyone at the fire station then you shot yourself,” the officer replies.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that you killed everyone at the station you worked at, decapitated everyone and put their heads on one side facing you, and you shot yourself,”
“So it wasn’t a dream?” I say in horror and disbelief.
“No, it was very much real,” the officer confirms, looking haunted as though he was reliving the scene.
Baiting and Fishing Again on 11/20/2021 4:22:00 PM
Actually, it has a different origin and meaning. The name originated from the concept of inevitability, and the name represents the idea that sometimes grim or unfortunate things are going to happen.