Trip to Iron Earth

Panic flashed in Ethan’s eyes. A droplet of sweat ran down the base of his palm, then along the rock, and fell to the barren floor. Ethan held his breathe, closed his eyes and propelled by a burst of adrenaline lurched wildly towards Arian. The rock soared along the arc of Ethan’s flailing arm and flew down towards his exposed skull. Arian calmly and with inhuman agility chopped at Ethan’s exposed elbow; snapping the bone. Then a produced quick kicked with the side of his heavy boot, at the very centre of Ethan’s shin causing him to collapse. Drunk on psychotic fury, Arian kicked at the Ethan’s weak body as he desperately curled up and tried to move away. Arian then grabbed him in his creaking leather grip and threw him to the wall beside the bed, before pulling out another cigarette and breathing himself back under control. Ethan spluttered and coughed, spraying blood over a nearby collection of pebbles and granulated rocks strew out over the floor. He pulled his body upright and looked up at Arian.

Arian pondered for a few moments then collapsed onto folded legs. He stared intently at his crippled victim. Ethan’s eyeballs darted wildly inside his filthy face.

‘I like you,’ Arian announced. ‘You have a survivor’s spirit about you.’ Ethan chuckled and relaxed his muscles,

‘I don’t want pity from the likes of you.’

Arian stared at the weakened man. He had bags sitting on top of the bags under his eyes; they melded together in an orgy of sleepless nights. Ethan gazed at his assailant. Arian stared with unhealthy intensity at him, as a cat focused on its prey. He was however, clutching his leg; this man was human after all. Arian grunted,

‘I was shot. Unfortunately it is a common hazard in my line of work.’

‘And what is that? Are you yet another idiot scavenger who flew to close to the sun got his wings burned and now is stuck in quarantine with the rest of us unlucky few. I say few; it is becoming far more like many these days.’ Ethan stopped and recoiled in pain before bursting out in a flurry of coughs. ‘I used to have a drink problem. It’s nothing.’ Arian said nothing; he caressed his face. At this Ethan strained a chuckle through the pain.

‘You absolutely adore yourself don’t you?’

‘What would a gutless, pathetic parasite such as you, know of me? I have only chosen to spare you because killing you would be equal to killing a beetle that happens across your path in the street; I could easily take its life, but for what, a cheap omnipotence with a lesser species? A quick and futile buzz of divinity? No, this is not my method, besides; you should know the man who kills you.’ Ethan closed his tired eyes tightly and smiled,

‘As a matter of fact, I do recognize you. I have read a lot of discarded papers. You are Arian Covenant.’ Pride gripped Arian who caught himself smiling. ‘Thug, rapist, murderer. And you smile.’ Arian’s grin widened and his eyes narrowed.

Thank you for reading
Alec:


Meat 'N' Potatoes 'N' Iron Filings:
Current Project Round-up:
-The Bloody 13, status update:
Continuing from last week, I am posting the next character from the Bloody 13's crew. It have included my own [Terrible] sketch and a brief description. Below is how I picture all the basic uniforms to looks, so bare that in mind when you look at the sketches.

Bloody XIII Attire:
Hat, Trench Coat, Leather Gloves, Toe-Capped Boots (All Black). Band-over scarf (Red).

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Code Name: Core

Looks: (The website won't let me upload the image so here is the link.)
http://alec4u.deviantart.com/gallery/32036776#/d46qxhs

Full Name: Benjamin Core

Description

One of Mort’s military companions, Core, is a devastatingly talented weapons specialist. His application for the SAS only failed due to toxins in his blood. These same simulants Core uses to enhance his body that makes him more dangerous. The most elite fighter of the Bloody XIII, he is revered and feared by all but AD and Mort.

Writing of the Week:
This week a short story:

One Night [Read]
There are a few clear points in all our lives, where life would have been completely different had you made a different decision. This short story follows both of these paths and hints that perhaps we do have a destiny and there is nothing that can change it no matter which path we choose.
Remember, the grass always appears greener on the other side.

Quote(s) of the Week:
"They say the world has become too complex for simple answers. They are wrong." ~ Ronald Reagan


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An Aspiration to Fulfil

To fulfil a fantasy is to live a dream. A dream can be all you expected and more or an utter catastrophe which brings a wrecking ball down on the glass ceiling that taunts your desires. Your desires burn stronger than before as all of those wants and needs for which you yearn, on heat; itching, twitching and squirming inside your belly. Your belly full of butterflies as the chance to live your dreams approaches, you are walking on air and the very fabric of time ebbs to the back of your mind, your thoughts subside and you feel a complete clarity taking hold. Taking hold of your own strings, you dance as you will. You will yourself on for should you stop for even a second you would collapse into a useless heap of realisation. Of realisation that dreams are concrete you become aware and conscious. Aware and conscious of the actions you are taking you boldly step onto the stage and liberate yourself from inhibitions and become more than you ever possibly believed. Possibly believed by very few, that you can achieve something this divine. This divine inspiration from my previous sentence, strings together as a fantasy yarns its thoughts through your mind; sometimes with subtlety, sometimes with painfully obvious brusqueness that drives you to detraction, until it is a fancy you are able to fulfil.

Thank you for reading
Alec:


Meat 'N' Potatoes 'N' Iron Filings:
Current Project Round-up:
-Tales from the Iron Earth, status update:
I will be posting another page of the final chapter next week for feedback

-The Bloody 13, status update:
Continuing from last week, I am posting the next character from the Bloody 13's crew. It have included my own [Terrible] sketch and a brief description. Below is how I picture all the basic uniforms to looks, so bare that in mind when you look at the sketches.

Bloody XIII Attire:
Hat, Trench Coat, Leather Gloves, Toe-Capped Boots (All Black). Band-over scarf (Red).

IV
Code Name: Luqa

Looks: (The website won't let me upload the image so here is the link.)
http://alec4u.deviantart.com/gallery/32036776#/d46qx13

Full Name: Isabella Medina Torres

Description

Isabella was the CEO of a large communications technology company which she inherited from her father, Luqa. After selling the company off and taking early retirement, she joined the Bloody XIII for a more thrilling lifestyle. Isabella has a cool head but often has pound signs on her retinas. Though quite petite she a very strong women with an overbearing moral compass. Her weapons are a side arm and cell phone. The majority of the XIII's funding comes from Isabella.

Writing of the Week:
This week another two poems for your pleasure:

Hope [Read]
I write a lot of bleak poetry, to counter this I wrote a brief poem about hope and how maybe tomorrow things will be better.

I Live Life [Read]
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Quote(s) of the Week:
"Ambition has but one reward for all: A little power, a little transient fame; A grave to rest in, and a fading name!" ~ Walter Savage Landor


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The Witch of the North(London)

Once again, don't forget to check out deviantart.com to see all the stories and poems I have posted in past updates as well as some new ones yet to be posted here.

Today I'm going to write a few words about someone in my family of whom I have a lot and yet little understanding, it may be painfully obvious who it is but I shall hold back on naming them.

There is no doubt that you have suffered in your time, no doubt that crippling loneliness fills your time, yet you make little time, in mind, for thoughts of others except those of little relevence to yourself.

You are a mother but unlike a mother that nurtures, you make your children suffer and have done all their lives. Whether on purpose or by accident, it is difficult to tell for your mind has unfurled and is sporadic as the flecks of paint flicked from a brush at a blank canvas. Mean and frustratingly oblivious to any harm caused by your senselessly and tactlessly wagging tongue.

For someone as anxious as yourself, for someone so affraid of the new and of wiping the dust from their bulging wallet as you, it seems rediculous to me, an impartial observer, that you would treat others so.

I have to comfort and reeassure my own mother that she does not ressemble you, so affraid is she that she carries genes. And her brother, of whom I am very fond, has led a lot of life in crying hands thanks to the lonely witch in her tower.

You will not be missed and I shall do nothing to remember you.

Thank you for reading,
Alec:


Meat 'N' Potatoes 'N' Iron Filings:
Current Project Round-up:
-Tales from the Iron Earth, status update:
I will be posting another page of the final chapter either next week or the week after, for feedback. I am really starting to gain the motivation and momentum need to actually finish this before I go back to university. Exciting times!

-The Bloody 13, status update:
Continuing from last week, I am posting the next character from the Bloody 13's crew. It have included my own [Terrible] sketch and a brief description. Below is how I picture all the basic uniforms to looks, so bare that in mind when you look at the sketches.

Bloody XIII Attire:
Hat, Trench Coat, Leather Gloves, Toe-Capped Boots (All Black). Band-over scarf (Red).

III
Code Name: Double

Looks: (The website won't let me upload the image so here is the link.)
http://alec4u.deviantart.com/gallery/32036776#/d46qw0i

Full Name: Daniel Dee

Description

Archie Dee’s younger, larger, balding brother. He is totally loyal and dependable but fails as a leader without Archie’s guidance. Double, is in charge of the admin side of the business and is often left at base on jobs. He is the XIII's secretary and accountant making him an invaluable asset.

Writing of the Week:
This week two more poems for your pleasure: =D

Lonely One [Read]
This is poem from my 'Pain of Monotony' Collection that was written for the poetry portion of my degree. Poetry isn't my forte but this was a hard period for me and it helped at the time to transfer some feeling onto paper. I hope you can appreciate this.

The Room [Read]
I was once trapped inside a room. We all have been at some stage, whether literally or metaphorically. Trapped and then set free. That is what this poem is all about. Entrapment and freedom.

Quote(s) of the Week:
"Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why." ~ Kurt Vonnegut Jr.


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