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Hello, Some people can not reasoned with morally beaten with a yard stick. Somebody just want the smoke.
Is JD Vance wrong for telling Brian that he didn’t give a flying shit what the fuck he was saying? No. Why? Because it is what it is. They going to roll how they are going to roll. If you don’t want the smoke then keep your fucking mouth shut.
This is my most difficult skill to learn at present the ability to paint thr world in the mind of the reader. Characters matter to me and motivation of why people do things I find rich in art.
Here’s my attempt:
Smoke Wells felt the warmth of the sun on his face as he came to wakefulness on soft ground under his body. He dug his rough hand in the sand under him before fresh water cold rushed up splash over him.
Smoke opened his eyes lids slowly with painful effort and then looked up at the blue grey sky above. He groaned and worked to force his body to come to roll up to a sitting position on the sand.
He stared around him wondering at the palm trees and forest around him. He wondered where he was and how he got here.
He looked down at his torn trousers and wrapped up white shirt and wondered. He looked down at the long violent scars on his chest. He moved his mouth kicking his lips tasting dry blood and something else on his mouth and tongue.
“Welcome Smoke.”
Smoke looked around for the voice but he couldn’t find the owner. He knew some how though that the owner of the voice was watching him closely. Slowly he forced and worked himself to his bare feet. He ran a shakey hand through his dark wavy hair and pondered his next move before he saw a white light house on hip in the distance.
…..
We shall leave it right there.
Yo!
Hmm. I got an idea.
I was working on a story for a new fantasy but man oh man. I have shift gears.
I had the outline going and chapter numbers but I have to shift gears slightly. I want to tell four novella about self-sacrifice and the importance of family.
I can work within a short format dynamic. I just have to plan it out. It’s going to be fun.
Alright. I am checking out the Devil May Cry show first episodes and just vibing with the feel of the show. It’s got the tone I like and right about action and humor in the right places.
The only thing I don’t like about the show is the theme song to the show. I like the the band and the song but when I think of gothic horror action of Devil May Cry. I hear in my head
Heavy Metal.
Straight up. Nothing else should go with this type of show but metal. Anyway, the feel of show and words made me think. I write something like this. Then I thought no. I have written something like this but I didn’t have it be just straight up demon slayer fiction.
I already built the fictional world for the type of book I want to write. This time though. I want to experiment with planning it out to detail explaining to the reader what the plot is and the direction of the story from the jump. I want this story to feel like a straight up simple Devil May Cry story.
One component though for this story will be research. I am going to do some reading of Robert E. Howard. I love his style of storytelling. Detailed monsters and simple fantasy action world. Love it. That’s where I want to get to because when I do.
I’m going to take all that I have learned from this book and put it into Cyberpunk again.
I like writing. No. Writing is a kin to my soul and means of my understanding the world and thinking through problems.
I love every bit of the craft. But, I got to make bread so I have to invest the time in growing my business and other means of income.
Have I stopped writing or given up the craft?
My mind doesn’t work like that. I need to work problems in written words and tell stories. Writing is the means of me figuring out problems and experimenting with my own theories. Currently I am working on three books right now. One 56% done. Two at 20% done. Three is 5% beginning.
I plan to continue and finish them next year. I’m also trying to figure out how to refine my pose to something that fits into a the mind frame of book lovers. It is difficult because I find the process more a science then a enjoyment as my typical day of writing.
I will push on. I’ll craft a story that people recognize in a pattern to their liking. It will be one book afterward I’ll write a dozen other tales.
Chapter 1
Doctor Eve Sanders walked into the bedroom of the Alpha’s young daughter’s room. She followed closely behind by her brother Maxwell. Her pack’s alpha Charles St Paul stood in the room standing next to the Alpha of the Shadow Cats Adam Green.
Eve froze mid step at the sudden dominace becoming charged in the air. She felt his intense interest in her both sexually and suspicion. She felt a chill go up her spine. Her excitement rose as did a tingling of instant sexual need.
Maxwell grunted and jolted her out of her sexual buzz. She focused on the task set before her. She was a healer. The best. It was more then an act of kindness toward a rival pack. It was also a way of proving Frostfalls pack had no dealings in the cursed magic used on the girl to take her young life.
Eve stepped forward careful with her steps and focused mental state. She felt a different type of chill now as she neared the girl laying in the bed.
“What are you feeling Cher? Do you know what’s happened to my baby girl?” Adam asked in a purring seductive voice.
Eva’s arousal tingled at the deep purr in gis voice. She shook off the effect he was having on and took a breath in and out. She froze at the scent of the girl went into her body. The scent was off about the girl. Eva angled her head around searching for something until she found the source of the scent. It was coming under the bed. She took out her knife.
Eva felt Adam’s reaction and the danger from him. She held up a hand to Adam. There was a sudden stillness. She waited a breath of a second and put a finger to her lips before she used the same finger to point under the bed.
“I see.” Adam said. “So. Do you need it to find out who harmed my baby sister.” He asked.
“Yes. I do love. I’m sorry.” Eve said in a honey glazed sounding voice that even surprised Eva’s own ears. She hadn’t meant to seduce Adam. She just meant to tell him no.
Maxwell tried to push her back but she shoved off his hold away. She motioned to him to silently to close the door. Eva didn’t know why but she couldn’t leave.
They couldn’t let whatever the hell was under the bed get away. Charles chuckled and took off his suit jacket.
“Well. We best get to the business.” Charles said.
Adam took a position slightly in front of Eve. She crunched low next to him close to his side and focused on the scent of the enemy.
“Hey. You going to stay under the bed all night.” Adam said.
Eva felt her fangs extend out and her eyes glow with magic. She saw a shadow of a magical figure creep out from under the bed.
What up dou!
The kind folks that have taken the trouble to download and probably copied my shit. Thank you. However, I am asking for a review of said shit.
Why?
I need to know where to improve? What you hated? Why you believe I am hack. All that shit. Give it to me. I need the motivation to refine my shit.
Examples
Do you love it do you hate it. Please share your thoughts here or elsewhere on the internet or your own spot. I wrote this series as a semi-experiment and love letter to love of the Harry Potter series and action movies of the 1990s. I would love to hear your thoughts good, bad or you are a mad mad genius.
A few comments, blog post. Whatever you like. If you would be so kind please. Share your thoughts with me especially if you got smoke for me. I like the smoke.
Tai Omega Wales walked into the Shaky Bar and exotic club dancers. The appearance of depression mixed with hard cheap spirits was pungent in the air. He grimaced at the scent of sweat and evidences of dirty sexual favors in dark corners coloring the atmosphere. He saw the aura dark purples and dirty reds underneath the normal human visual perspective. Only a few strange humans like T.O. could see.
It was the usual scenery and daily experience of the place. It had been this way sense before he had came into the world a screaming bastard. It would be this way when he finally left the mortal plains to join whoever his father had been in the white zone.
T.O. stood observing the place dressed in New clothes and freshly washed up and a nu. A19 revolver in my holster at his side.
The A19 had been a new edition to his wardrobe. He had purchased the suit and weapon just a few two hours ago. He was happy with the new change in his choice of profession the moment he had looked at himself in tailor Joe’s full length mirror at himself.
T.O’s appearance got no reaction from anyone inside much to his dark amusement. He sauntered inside with his new leather boots sounding his invasion into the establishment with purpose.
Pot Belly Big Bill gave him a side glare before going back to cleaning his dirty beer mug and pretending to be a hard working business man. It was his daily act. Much like everyone else in the bar and dancing club. Everyone was putting on an act just to pass the time before they went home to bed and got up the next morning to do the same thing.
This was the way of things on Tears 1.1. Space station. T.O. made his way to the bar and set down his last silver Empiral crown credits on the bar. T. O. didn’t say what he wanted to order. Bill just quickly snatched up the money and served T.O. the same dirty beer mug filling it with warm beer.
Bill picked up another dirty mug and began to clean it with his dirty rag and ignored T.O.
T.O. slid the beer over to another drunk. The drunk took the gift with toothy grin and happily went about savoring the free gift.
Bill frowned at T.O. he wondered at the change in T.O.’s usual act silently. He set his mug down. “You got fancy new digs and some hot iron at your side. Did you steal the money and dress from a dead gun fighter?” He asked pointedly.
T.O. shook his head. “Nope. I got a new job and acting gig. I quit the drunken idiot role a few hours ago.” He said with no heat just a lazy a matter of fact voice.
Bill grunted. He reached forward moving aside T.O’s light jacket to look at the Gold star pinned to his vest. Bill snorted in disgust. “Don’t tell me you took up that damned fool posting for sheriff. Ain’t nobody around going to take you at all for serious Tango.” He said.
There were more then a few chuckles around the bar. T.O. shook his head. “It’s not a sheriff’s badge.” He said in conversational tone.
Bill snorted and spit flew out his mouth onto the bar and T. O.’s jacket. “The hell you say. I know a five star sheriff’s badge when I see one even with my old ass eyes. Go on with you Wales. Go pretend to be a copper some place else. Ain’t no criminals in here but people just passing the waking hours away. Go on now. Get!” He said dismissing T.O. with complete indifference and contempt.
T.O. sighed. “I’m not in here looking for criminals or to arrest anybody. A fella hired my company to do a job for him. Simple job. I’m here to pick up the package your holding then I’ll be on my way.” He said.
Bill froze and stared at T.O. “What the hell time are you on? You lost you senses or something? Get your ass out of my bar. You ain’t welcome-” Bill began but stopped when T.O moved drawing his revolver and aimed and fired at a man that came up from his seat with a charge energy pistol. He brought the man down with one shot to his temple before he leveled his revolver on the drunk next to him.
The drunk froze with pistol in his hand. T.O. calmly removed the pistol from his holster and kicked the drunk over to the floor. T.O. turned his attention to Bill.
“Yeah. Like I was saying I was looking to pick up that package you’ve been holding on to. I got to get it back to my client you know so if you could bring it up for me I can be on my way.” He said calmly with one of pistols resting on the bar aimed at Bill with the hammer cucked and ready.
Bill grinned noding his head. “Sure thing. Sure thing. You mind giving me a description on this item your looking to take?” He said.
T. O. shook his head staring at Bill as a violent red aura took form around him. “I would rather cut past all the hoodwinking and such Bill. You know what I’m here for. I saw you bring it in here two nights ago when I was sleeping outside the bar on street begging for coins for another drink. I would hate to leave your old lady a widow and sons fatherless. Give me what I came in here for so I can be on my way. I think your life is worth more then keeping the package to sell off for later.” T.O. said.
Bill stared at T.O’s sympathetic sad sour face. “I see. That’s security forces badge under your jacket. Your a hell hound for one those big security forces firms. Huh?! That sob story about you losing your mind over your family ways bullshit. OK. I see look how about I give you a hundred grand to be on your way.” He said.
I was escorted into the main room of the ship where the queen controlled the ship and her armada of ships. She sat on a tall long dark ebony throne as I entered the flying ship queen’s room. She was dressed in a simple in black dress. A black vail over half her face. Her eyes were dark and plain looking but direct in their stare at me.
She got up flowing to her feet. She was about average height for a female and had slim body but curvy shape.
I bowed to her. “Queen of Dar. I greet you. I am Crescent of the Krull.” I said.
She nodded. “I am Dara of the Dar. I greet you Prince of the Krull. I am sorry we could not have met on more friendly terms before the departure of your cousin.” She said.
I nodded stiffly. “Your Highness ordered his judgement.” I said.
“Yes. I did order the judgement.” She said in calm voice. No apologies or explanations. Just the truth. I respected that.
I nodded. “My Elders and people wish to stick to ourselves and remain neutral. We understand your position over us in power but a joining of our houses would only be the end of people. We will serve you but we wish to remain a people intact to our ways. Is this agreeable to you?” I said.
The Dar queen was quiet as she stared at me. “You are a small tribe but powerful. Few in number and the projections given to me by my advisors say you will die out in less then a century. The dar are a producing race. Joining with my people will increase your numbers and survival.” She said patiently.
I nodded. “True. However, our people do not mix well together. The Dar have their traditions and codes. The Krull have ours. We would not get on well. Eventually you would destroy my race. If the Krull destiny is short so be it. We wish to go out on our own terms.” I said.
The Queen Dar shook her head. “I’m afraid that is not possible.” She said coming closer. She stood near me looking up into my face. “The Krull must live on even if that means they have to be reeducated and converted to our ways. If one or two of your males volunteers to join with Dar females this would ease tensions and help your people. Will this be acceptable?” She said in a whisper soft voice close toward me.
“I will ask them. I will not force any Krull to abandoned who they are. If they agree I think will that be enough to cool the tensions between our people.” I said.
The Dar Queen reached up toward me brushing a hand over my cheek. I felt movement behind and I knew it was one of her guards but I didn’t react. I caught her scent. She smelled beautiful. She stared at me. “Would you like to volunteer?” She asked.
“I prefer to walk alone your Highness. I am of little importance and I am to old to be conformed to the Dar way of life. I am a mere servent of my people. I am no one special.” I said calmly.
She stepped back slowly and sat on her throne. “I want five males to marry five Dar females. I wish you to be one of them. I have the wife fit for you. If not then you must swear to marry no one for as long as you live.” She said.
“On the honor of my ancestors. I swear to not marry or claim a female. The barrior over this planet.” I said.
The Queen Dar stared at me. “Present your male cousins to Lord Max today. The Barrior will go down on their wedding. You may go see the Breaker girl after the weddings to tell her the wedding is off.” She said.
“Your Highness. I gave you my word. I will not see any female from on. The Krull will serve you until we are no more. Thank you for your kindness.” I said.
The Dar Queen nodded and crossed her legs. I focused on her eyes. She was staring at me. “This planet is called the Krull for a reason. Your people made your home here because the world is as you are wild but tranquil. Before the Dar discovered you here no one expected star travelors to be able to live in such a harsh forest planet. The Dar don’t wish or need to claim it. If you wish to make your home somewhere else that is your concern. I would advise it to be on Dar 3. It is not far from here. Lord Max had no evil intentions toward your cousin. He was doing what I instructed him to do.” She said.
I stared at her. “Understood.” I said.
“What do you understand?!” She asked.
“Lord Max was doing what your Majesty told him to do sense my cousin violated your law. My tribe agreed to your laws if and when one of us violated it. The Krull for as long as we exist we honor our word.” I said calmly.
The Queen studied me. “Your people are a valuable alliance to the Dar. You are masters of combat and magical star travel. A true genuine people. One of a kind that pass on your talents by fathers and sons. You are a noble and capable leader.” She said.
I said nothing. The Queen sat in silence. “I will trust you to keep your word. We are short on time however. The wedding will take place now.” She said.
There was a silent command she conveyed to someone in the room. A second later I saw someone appear out from side black door. She was a tall maid dressed in white with white vail over half of her lower face. I knew her.
“You remember my maid Mai of course. She will perform the ceremony between the house of The Krull house.” The Queen of the Dar said.
I nodded my head slowly. I had been with Crowley once when he had met with the Breaker Princess. The maid had stood with the Princess the whole time as her guard.
I looked slowly back at the Queen of the Dar. “You are Moon Dancer of the Breakers. It is a crime of the Dar to impersonate their queen.” I said. This didn’t make any sense.
The Queen shook her head. “Max performs deceptions well to get things done. I prefer blunt truth. Max is a very clever man. In regards to his nation and their future I knew the moment I met Crowley that this would be the outcome.” She said.
I stared at her. “There is no Dar Queen. Max is the real leader.” I said.
“Yes and no. Max holds the power and authority. I was conscripted into his nation to aid in his quest. The nation of Dar needs you Cre for the war that is upon us. A greater threat is coming to both the Dar and the federation of worlds. An old enemy of your kind has been reborn. A threat that only Krull Prince and his queen are able to defeat together.” She said.
I felt a chill went down my spine. “The king of shadows. I see.” I said and I did. I held out my hand to Moon Dancer. She took and the wedding began.
End.
Cre greeted Max with a cold curt nod and little show at being surprised to see him again or pleased at the idea. Max for his part was pleased to see Cre still in control of his emotions and people. The Krull were surrounded by Dar Empire soldiers and flying ships.
Yet, Cre was cool as he stood facing Max under the canopy. Max sat at a make shift desk and waved him to a seat on the other side of the desk.
Cre of course didn’t want to sit by he wasn’t much in a position to resist without things getting unpleasant for his people. So he sat straight back and on guard.
Max smiled at him. “Your a long way from the parcel of land we last met and . Where you planning on visiting the Breakers?! Whatever for I wonder.” He said with a grin.
Cre stared at him. “You have put a barrior over the planet meant to keep my people here. Where in my people’s contract with your people was that expressly said that warrented such an action?” He said.
Max laughed slapping a hand down on the desk. He pointed his manicured hand toward Cre. “It wasn’t forbidden in the contract either. This is the world your people chose to make their home. Why would their be a need for you to leave your own homeworld. The Dar Empire has made no plans to Rob you of your home. Again. The Dar Empire wants a marriage an lasting friendship between both people. Your people likes the arrangement until your leader made a miss step. What is the reason you returned the money and left your property.” He said.
Cre stared at him. “It is my people’s business not yours. We are different people. We wish no aggression or trouble with you or your empire or federation of worlds. You push your ways and your will on us. We are a simple people and odd and uppity people as you said once. We see no need to trouble you with any explanations of our desires to be left to ourselves. Let us move past this game. What do you really want?” Cre said.
Max chuckled. “You speak basic trade language well. You also know how to think in a reasonable manner. The short of it is the Queen of the Dar wishes to see you and discuss plans on compensation on your loss of respect and a tribesmen. However, I remember clearly telling you that the reason your cousin had to be judged was because he broke faith with me. He also refused to cancel his up and coming marriage. Do you intend on waking up that old matter. I thought it was settled. There was no need for you to run off.” Max said.
Cre stared at Max. “You wish there to be no marriage between my tribe and that of the Breakers?” He said.
Max nodded. “There will be no marriage between The Krulls and Breakers. Am I understood?” He said.
Cre stared at Max. “We have a deal.” He said calmly.
Max flinched back in his seat. He grimanced at the coolness of Cre’s reply. “On your word.” He said.
Cre nodded. “Of course and on your word as the Diplomate of Dar of course. We have a deal.” He said.
Max shook his head smiling. “What am I agreeing to. Give me the terms.” He said.
“You agree to have your head removed from your shoulders or that there will be never be a marriage between my people and yours for all time. Which is it to be. Will you give me your head or will you agree to there being no marriage between my people and yours the choice is.” Cre said.
Max sat back. “You wish me dead that badly? Come now lad. The Queen of Dar is willing to pay you greatly for your services. I represent the Empire of Dar and her queen to demand my head is to threaten the queen. You must calm your nerves and think reasonably.” He said.
Cre shook his head. “I wish you to leave my people alone. You have demonstrated I should not trust you or your people not to endanger my people or our way of life. But, you stand in need of my people in service to yours. You also threaten my people. I demand a price for that service. What is it to be? What do you expect my people to work for free?! That is not the Dar Empire way of doing business or politics. Nothing is for free. I have named my price.” He said coolly.
Max clapped his hands. “Now we come to a reasonable stance. My counter offer. You will meet the Queen of Dar. You will agree to not marry the Breaker Princess. If you can convince the queen of your request to remove my head you will get your way. If not my head then wealth will be a second best option.” He said.
Cre sighed and leaned back in his seat. “Counter offer. Remove the barrior over this planet and there will be no marriage to between my people and the house of the Breakers and you can retain my people’s hunting services. Nothing more.” He said.
Max chuckled. “The barrior will remain in place until you meet the queen of the Dar. There is no need for you to leave your own homeworld no one is forcing you away. In fact a marriage between your people and the Dar royalty would resolve this imaginary conflict you believe is between our peoples.” He said.
“You taught me once that each side must sacrifice something for a bargin to be reached. There will be no marriage between my tribe and yours. Do you agree to this one point? To gain everything else. It is a small price to pay. Do not tell me that I can’t even get you to abide by your own philosophy.” Cre said.
Max sighed. “No. Listen. Money. Wealth. Honor. I can offer you-” He said but stopped when Cre shook his head and waved his hand.
“Nothing.” Cre said. “If you can not give on one thing then nothing you say means anything. We have no need of your gold. Your lands. Your meaningless words of high praise. You are a empty talking killer. What? Have I offended you?! Are you angry to be told to your face what you are?” Cre said.
Max stared at Cre in utter blank indifference to his insults. He shrugged his shoulders. “No not really. I’ve heard much worse lad and your still being respectful about it. You took to your lessons well on Dar philosophy and trade talk. Your right. All the same I am in the position of power. I say you can’t marry the Breaker Princess. You must marry into the Dar royal family. It would strengthen your survival.” He said.
Cre nodded. “The deal is simple. No marriage between my people and yours forever. This is not about emotion or revenege. This is about respect and abiding by your own philosophy. You could have come to my elders and told them Crowley’s crime. You could have allowed us to handle it. No. You decided to handle the matter with disrespect. Then you demand I respect you and your position?! You have no respect for nothing and no one. I have no regard for you and your worthless people. I value my people. You do not.” He said.
Max stared at him. “Meet the queen of Dar. Talk with her. If she agrees to bring down the barrior on the planet that will be your only shot out but the day you attempt to marry the Breaker princess…it will put your people in a difficult position. She’s waiting in the ship I came in behind you. This is not a threat. It’s politics. The Dar Empire value the skills your people have. You are a one of a kind people in the universe. The Breakers position would rise higher in challenge to the Dar. Crowley knew this and brought on this situation. Furthermore the Breakers breed primarily females. Your race would not thrive and your few as is.” He said.
Cre shook his head. “You are to strange to deal with. I will meet your queen maybe she is more toleratable. I want the barrior removed. Any deals my people have with yours will be minimum at best. You can not be trusted.” He said.
Max shrugged. “My motivations regarding you aline with your survival. That is the mandate my queen gave me. You’re still my best student to be educated on Dar philosophy and trade talk. First lesson I taught you was that it doesn’t matter to me what I feel or want. I have a job to do so I do it for the honor of my queen.” He said.
