Saturday, 20 September 2014

Flash Fiction


 Ashran

It was said that Gods had placed these swords in the desert. In a time where Gods still walked the land, and when men still believed. Though he had a hard time believing this. When Men had settled the planet it had been empty, except for the strange stone pillars in the desert. So most likely there had been some sort of civilization that had been wiped out. As they stood now they were the line that lead to the City of Ashran. And the reason he just did not fly in was that he was wanted in the City of Ashran. Totally not his fault by the way. And then there was the slight malfunction of his ship that had made him crash. Now, everyone could have a bad day, he had had several in a row, make that several years.

Life at the frontier was brutal. As it had always been. The main government's influence did not really reach the outskirts of space. There officials set themselves up as Kings, Warlords, or whatever hell they liked to call themselves. They ruled with iron fists and he had had the misfortune of killing one of them. Ok, that had totally been his fault cos that asshole had it coming. He had walked right up to him and stabbed him in the eye, and then in a few more places. Therefore being an outlaw in Ashran. But he was back, and he had come to claim what was his. His wife.

The swords seemed to hum with the desert breeze. He did not stop, but he started to feel strange. Like every step took longer, like his anger burned a hole in his chest. Like, he stopped and fell to his knees. The pain was like nothing he had ever felt before. And then the screaming started, a thousand voices in his head at voice and he understood. He understood what the swords were. Prisons for Gods from several worlds. Prison made by a race who had lives in this galaxy long long ago. A race who had moves on millions of years ago. His anger had woken the Gods and they wanted out.

How long he lay there was anyone's guess. But when he stood again his eyes were black and his body houses a thousand Gods. He made it to Ashran before falling down dead and the Gods fled. They fed and fed, until they could take form. And then the city of Ashran lay in ruins, everyone was dead, everyone on  the planet was dead. This was the time of Gods.

Friday, 5 September 2014

Flash Fiction

The Swamp


Darkness, colors, sensing, feeling. He did not know where he was, he did not know what he was doing. He did not know anything except for suddenly feeling cold. Very cold. But everything else whirled around him and he could not feel, taste, or touch. Were his eyes open? He did not know. Did he breathe? He did not know. What madness was this? A rainbow of colors exploded before him. Suddenly he could taste salt. Then it was iron. No, that was blood. Now his body hurt and his lungs burned. He wanted to rip them out but he had no arms.
 
With a gasp his head came above water and he could not almost breathe. He coughed and green muck came out. Bloody hell! It took quite some time before he could breathe normally and then finally he remembered. He was in the Witch Swamp. He was meant to kill her but instead he had almost drowned when one of her guardian beasts attacked.
“Bloody hell,” he swore again and contemplated the loss of his sword. Another swearword and he dove to get it. He needed it to kill the witch, but this sword would never be ok again.
 
Before him the biggest tree he had ever seen stood. There inside the witch would be watching him right now. He was sure he had heard a scream while he fought the monster. Around him the murky water hid tree roots and The Gods know what else.
“Bloody witches!” He started walking the best he could and swam when needed. Sometimes he saw things move but nothing attacked. It was a bit too peaceful. When he finally made it ashore he felt 10 pounds heavier. Mud, water, blood and guts. No time for that now. The tree was before him and the door was..opening?
Hell! With his sword ready he saw someone rush out and scream.
“Don’t hurt me,” the terrified woman screamed and threw herself on the ground. She started sobbing. She was dressed in rags but he still saw her beauty.
“Who are you!?”
She looked up with big eyes and cowered. “The witch meant to steal my beauty, but she was watching you and I escaped. Please please, let me escape because if you fail to kill her I am doomed.”
He felt sorry for the poor lass and gave her his hand. She smiled, and he knew no more as she ripped his throat out.