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by **william18** on Thu Sep 25, 2008 7:09 pm

The banging on the door got louder and louder, and the hinges were creaking and cracking. Jeremy Hoofler hurriedly pushed a desk towards a pile of furniture blocking the door, in a deseperate attempt to strengthen the ever weakening baracade.The bugs seemed relentless, they were banging for hours, never stopping. This type of desperation is uncommon among the creatures.Jeremy began to recollect what happened, in what seemed to be so quick. Earth had been infested by these vermin approximatly a year ago, when the space faring insects intered our solar system. NASA noticed them just as their fleet were at pluto, giving the major powers more then sufficient time to perpare for all outcomes. The world was in a buzz, but soon that term would become literal. As the fleets approuched Earth, humans attempted make communication, but the aliens destroyed the sateliettes. As the other-worldy ships cut through the atmosphere they were bombared with millions of misseles. No shield system they possesed could withstand the humans barage. But the aliens then landed. Hong Kong,New York, Moscow, Los Angeles,Paris,Madrid, Berlin, Washington, Bejing, Cairo, Dubia, all major cities of the world were attacked. Even though they bugs attacked humanities arteries, the armies of the nations too their toll on the invaders. After 4 months of combat, the aliens motherships were destroyed, forcing them to colonize both above and below the ground. Humanity just like the insects, were unaware of the rest of the world. Communications went down.... permenantly. Now, the armies of the world became coalitions/brotherhoods,dedicating their lives to the extermination, and no longer alinging themselves to their countries. They are more like organizations, and are considered dangerous by both humans and aliens. The once hyperadvanced race of insects, sucumbed to being waring tribes, with only their armour and weapons to remind them of their species advanced prowess in technology over the humans, as they war with themselves and humans, both attempts becoming fruitless.The humans have been reduced to cunning nomads, usually part of a nomadic tribe. Now the human and aliens have to live together be it through war, tribute etc has turned Earth into a battlefield. It's great beauty now scarred from war. As Jeremy slumped out of his thoughts he grabbed his C7 that he managed to aquire during these months. he sat down on the chair, and stareing at the pounding door. Jermey Hoofler himself was born in Denver, but when the invaders came, he managed to fight his way all the way to Boston. On his journey he noticed one thing, the aliens only advantage is their technology, and they are aware of this. When he would find an alien weapon, he would usually take it apart, and se how it works. Sometimes he would videotape these precedures. By now he know a great deal about their technology, more then most. Then all of a sudden the hinges were starting to break of the door, and jeremy started to fire rounds at the door. The aliens back down for a few seconds then started pounding again. Everyone in the room looked around, with squinted eyes. " The aliens are after something, and I suggest we give it to them or we all die". But for a few moments, no one would answer, and everyone let out a loud sigh of extreme disgust. The baracade started to break and the door was moving slightly with every hit." Err, well there's this tape I have, that I think they might want" blurted out Jeremy.

by **jiminski** on Fri Sep 26, 2008 5:00 am

Thank you William, nice work mate!
i am not quite sure what to do though. I should've been more specific regarding length perhaps. I have now clarified the parameters regarding the length of the passage. (100 - 220 words)

By chance or taking some note of my passage length, most of the authors have written around 150 words.

This kind of length makes it quite easy for people to casually beat out a quick work of condensed artist genius without it becoming to much a labour of love (which yours surely was!).
It also means that the story can develop gradually at the hand of lots of various authors; with the 'people' choosing the best penned plot development.

So, I feel bad to ask as you have put in so much effort but would you like to take out a section between 100 and 200 words to enter as your first Passage? - in the meantime i will do this for you. If you do wish to edit it, i will re-post it for you.

jim

Edit: actually your cut-down version works very nicely and if you win you can post another passage straight away.

by **Fruitcake** on Fri Sep 26, 2008 2:23 pm

Is that it?

Just a handful?

Christ knows how many members and this many is the sum total of creativity of the written word?

Come on...get those brains into gear, see what you can do...you never know, you may just find the author inside you.

by **got tonkaed** on Fri Sep 26, 2008 2:39 pm

In Some Major American City

Everyone wants to believe there is some grand narrative to their lives. It was a clever man who said that everyone had at least one great book in them, simply sharing the story of their life – even though it wasn’t remotely true.

Or if it was true, it was because there simply was very little difference between most people, sure the names and the dates changed, but the substance was the same. Running around chasing things without rhyme or reasons, forming a few transient bonds, and then they die. It is no wonder surely why there are so many overdone happy endings in the films these days, because the average person couldn’t muster whatever it took to make one of their own.

Jamie Briggs was never the type of person to fall into that trap; he knew what it meant to have a life worth living. It was never going to be enough to live a life for the cause, the cause had to make you different, it had to make you something that the plebeians never could be, someone who had broken away from the lie of middle class morality.

by **william18** on Fri Sep 26, 2008 4:21 pm

jiminski wrote:Thank you William, nice work mate!
i am not quite sure what to do though. I should've been more specific regarding length perhaps. I have now clarified the parameters regarding the length of the passage. (100 - 200 words)

By chance or taking some note of my passage length, most of the authors have written around 150 words.

This kind of length makes it quite easy for people to casually beat out a quick work of condensed artist genius without it becoming to much a labour of love (which yours surely was!).
It also means that the story can develop gradually at the hand of lots of various authors; with the 'people' choosing the best penned plot development.

So, I feel bad to ask as you have put in so much effort but would you like to take out a section between 100 and 200 words to enter as your first Passage? - in the meantime i will do this for you. If you do wish to edit it, i will re-post it for you.

jim

Edit: actually your cut-down version works very nicely and if you win you can post another passage straight away.

ok.

by **jiminski** on Fri Sep 26, 2008 4:34 pm

thank you Tonked, I was hoping that we would see you. I shall read your passage in the depth it deserves later.

by **jiminski** on Sat Sep 27, 2008 7:52 am

Authors:

For those who did not give their Story a Title - i have put one in for you. It is very simple and you may not like it, if so please let me have one you prefer.

by **The1exile** on Sat Sep 27, 2008 8:41 am

Dawn over the Kara Sea

The morning sun glistened off the snow prettily. Dmitri almost smiled as he leaned against the door, fag in hand, surveying this peaceful northern vista. Times like this you could almost forget your conscience... and on a good day, even ignore the radiation tendrils eating you up inside.

He flicked his cigarette butt away carelessly, and turned to re-enter the shelter, but too late out of the corner of his eye he spotted a figure behind him. He jerked forward to run but the unknown figure had him, garotting him quickly. As he twisted and writhed, the figure hit him in the spine with a knee.

As he collapsed, the silhouette against the sun looked down at him with utter contempt. It would be the last thing Dmitri ever saw.

by **jiminski** on Sat Sep 27, 2008 8:58 am

Beautiful Rhythm Ex! thank you mate.

by **jiminski** on Sat Sep 27, 2008 2:27 pm

If anyone wishes to edit their passage in any way, please send it to me by PM and i will update the front page.

by **Jimbalaya** on Sat Sep 27, 2008 3:42 pm

never trust anything that bleeds for 5 days and lives

by **InkL0sed** on Sat Sep 27, 2008 3:43 pm

I've decided not to write anything this week.

by **jiminski** on Sat Sep 27, 2008 5:07 pm

InkL0sed wrote:I've decided not to write anything this week.

that is a shame Ink, I was looking forward to reading it... any reason?

by **InkL0sed** on Sat Sep 27, 2008 5:57 pm

jiminski wrote:
InkL0sed wrote:I've decided not to write anything this week.

that is a shame Ink, I was looking forward to reading it... any reason?

I feel like continuing a storyline, rather than starting one, that's all.

by **jiminski** on Sat Sep 27, 2008 6:00 pm

InkL0sed wrote:
I feel like continuing a storyline, rather than starting one, that's all.

excellent mate, this thread should be good for a little light relief!

by **heavycola** on Mon Sep 29, 2008 4:37 am

If i'm still in time??

Ry'arr's scales shimmered like a mirage. Briefly his forked tongue poked out between a set of perfectly aligned senatorial teeth, caught a passing housefly and retreated back into what had already become a smooth, reptilian snout.
Sarah almost gagged. She'd been up to her elbows in moose guts countless times, had watched men ripped apart by blood-crazed bears, but there was something about these shapeshifting bastards that made her gorge rise, even now. Maybe it was the sideways blink over alien eyes, or those endlessly flickering tongues.
'You... have dissspleassed ussss,' the lizard hissed. At almost seven feet tall he usually towered over her tiny frame, but now he was stooped forward, eye to eye with the governor.
'You didn't tell me that bitch Couric wasn't chipped,' she said, small and defiant.
Ry'arr took her chin in a scaly hand. 'Sssssarah... I would sssuggesst you calm yourssseelff....'
Sarah shuddered at his dry touch. 'I'm just a goddam hockey mom from Alaska,' she thought for the twelfth time that day. 'What the hell am I doing here?'
The answer came immediately. 'No one will believe you are anything more than a corrupt, small-town moron,' Commander Obama had told her. 'You're perfect. The world needs you.' And with the recollection of his words came the memory of his bottomless eyes, the way he had touched her arm and smiled straight through her. She knew why she was doing this.

by **jiminski** on Mon Sep 29, 2008 5:21 am

Good man HC. hehe Sci-Fi political Satire, we'll make time for that!

by **jiminski** on Tue Sep 30, 2008 5:09 am

OK guys i am waiting for one more entry from one of our resident word-conjurers, so i will wait till tomorrow morning-ish to put up the Vote poll.

Any new entries have till then. (only one lady Author too .. that is a shame! think of your literary tradition ya skirt-wearing Jezebels!)

by **jiminski** on Wed Oct 01, 2008 4:43 am

Curmudgeonx wrote:8 years ago

It was too painful to move. A pain, similar in texture as a hundred times before, the queasy stomach, the buzzing sensation that made his ears hot like the proverbial plague of locusts were scurrying across the front of his head. Eventually the eyes opened due to the bile rising in his gullet and the overfull bladder demanding that he move, and move pretty fucking quick. Lurching up and over the side of the bed into a three point stance, gaining momentum towards the hallway and the bathroom down at the end.

Progress was being made, certain areas of the body, now sated, lapsed again into unconsciousness. The brain still burned, periodically flinching from memories of the night before, frantic memories, sizzling and crossing his mind like meteors preceding Armageddon. Impacts leaving craters to be filled with guilt and longing. Why, he asked himself, why is this the normal progression of my life? What were others doing this morning? Already at work at their gray painted pressboard desks, swapping stories about sitcoms with the other fucking drones. Truly believing that everything was right in the world, that with patience, luck, and the appropriate amount of ass-kissing and maneuvering, that they would reach the nirvana of success. Whatever that may be for each respective drone.

by **jiminski** on Wed Oct 01, 2008 4:54 am

Voting is now open

hahah .. it will be interesting to see f we get 9 single votes!

by **amazzony** on Wed Oct 01, 2008 6:56 am

This is one great thread and the stories are amazing! =D>

As they are all wonderful, I have troubles voting so how long do I have time to do re-read them and decide?

by **jiminski** on Wed Oct 01, 2008 7:05 am

amazzony wrote:This is one great thread and the stories are amazing! As they are all wonderful, I have troubles voting so how long do I have time to do re-read them and decide?

thank you Amazzony! Glad you could come and visit (it would be lovely to see some of your work in the next one)

the vote will be up for a week i would say.
i don't want this to be too slow or we will lose momentum, so maybe things will speed up a little when we get into the flow of it .. i may start a mailing list or something..

I will try to give everyone a good chance to read all entries and please do post in here if you do need a little more time to decide.

by **jiminski** on Thu Oct 02, 2008 11:25 am

come on you tinkers!
look at the talent to be ingested!
1 more person than wrote a story voted, really!? ahhh the life of an author is a lonely one... ; )

by **InkL0sed** on Thu Oct 02, 2008 3:04 pm

I'm trying to decide!

by **amazzony** on Fri Oct 03, 2008 7:01 am

I decided finally

I would have wanted to give everybody a vote but... no can do

I also decided to try to do some advertising and posted it to my clan forum, lets see how many of them will hop in.

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