Day 26… The Kingdoms Reckoning

Over the next few days I am going to write a little prologue to The Kingdoms Reckoning.

The Reckoning

It was late twenty first century when the first reckoning broke out in old England, our book of elders spoke of the tension that had been building ever since the corruption of government. The lack of humanity in the people who owned the country was terrifying to the normal working people below them. The money derived powerful leaders took it upon themselves to change how the country was run.They discarded those who were not equals and left those with some wealth to fight for a place next to power. This era was regarded as the Bleak, poverty was the norm and many secrets were sold,  this was a moment in history that the book of elders did not to dwell to long on.

More tomorrow,

Night,

L

 

Day 13. Monday means story time :)

Last week I gave the blogsphere two passages of a little story that I would like to continue every Monday, this will let me tick off one of my new years resolutions and let me have some fun knocking away those Monday blues. (However tired I am, like tonight). I am really as I worked 14 hours yesterday non stop so it will not be much of a start I am sorry.

I call my story The Kingdoms Reckoning,

There is not point of pretending I am going to get back to my blissful sleep, sun has slithered through the cracks of the dusty blind and angered my senses. Yet excitement is brewing within me, I breathe in hard and exhale the butterfly’s into the chill of the night, dragon’s breath rolls out and vanishes into the dusk. With light seeping through the blinds the outline of my graduation cap and gown hang as if they are draped around a ghost. A ghost that would proudly walk upon that stage themselves and accept the token of freedom, taking mockery at my nerves.

It is only a passage tonight folks, Its 21.46 and I am off to bed.

Night, L

x

Weekly Writing Challenge: Cliffhanger second part of the story … Day 7

I think my mind has settled now, the everlasting echos of the gun shots were just a whistle in my mind. Layers of other sounds had made their way into my dreams, a low humming of orders on repeat and an overriding bussel of voices saying strange things about blood, healing and Ethan.

EHTAN… my mind shouts, I have not yet dared open my eyes since the first bang. So much happened in that short space. Ethans body over mine, four five body-shocking rounds of fire, that must have been the point i was either shot or blacked out. How my body felt it was the latter of those. It must been evening now, the sounds of nurses and doctors has subsided but a humming of orders rang somewhere behind my ear. My body felt badly bruised, it was finally time to face the wreckage and open my eyes. The light burnt my dry eyes, 3 white curtains surrounded my tin bed. I kept as still as I could not to arouse any suspicion of my consciousness, I couldn’t clearly remember why I should be cautious I know something happened last night but it was as if my mind had been clouded. I shake my suspicions, I know this hospital to be safe. It was my second time in this hospital and fourth time in my life, mother used to say I had a habit of finding trouble.

My body aches and bones creek as I shuffle of my bed, in my mind I only came here last night but my body feels like it has been lying still for days. Inching slowly towards the curtains. I stop in shock, two nurses stop on the otherside of the white sheet muttering about the recent death of a solo.

‘That boy could have been the one, he had the eyes of a Solo thank goodness someone got to him before he caused trouble.’ said one of the nursers

He had not been tested yet, it could have been a default’

Ouch…’ Oh no that was too loud, as soon as I had spoken the cloth had been whipped back and two pale women stood in horror staring at me.

‘Why are you out of bed lady, you are in no fit state to be walking around the ward’

‘I am sorry mama’ I gently whisper, its probably best to act naive I don’t see how i am going to get out of this one. ‘I..I was just wondering about my friend, Ethan Cross, he came in here with me last night’ There! it was there something on there faces when I said his name it was smugness or there is something they are not going to tell me.

‘Little lady, yes your friend came with you in here the other night but did not make it through the nigh, we did all we could, but you should not have been playing on the lines the current nearly killed you too’  one of the nurses cooed to me as she ushered me back into bed.

But that information did not make any sense, I believed he was dead no one could have survived the gun shots,  but everything she just said was a lie. Let the nurse think I believe it, I make that a mental note in my mind. It would be easier to get out of this hospital if they think i am on their side. My eyes are to heavy to keep open for much longer and I start to drop back off to sleep, when I notice the low whistling of rules getting louder in my head, then Flash my white sheets are covered in a projection of our current leader Ely his bright blue eyes piercing the white cotton. The projecting flickered all our rules and in hypnotizing tones told me to forget always forget. Then something clicked in my mind, That was it, that’s how they were preventing the whole of the country from knowing the truth, we were all being hypothesized into forgetting the past, the war, the real reason people just vanish. Magic was behind those eyes, and powers did exist.

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Hope that wasnt too bad, It was a tad rushed as I am going out now to the cinema,

Night everyone, x

L

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Weekly Writing Challenge: Cliffhanger! … Day 6

I decided to leave my plan and do this challenge , it is an interesting one. Enjoy.

The roll of film clicks signalling the end of the footage, my body in shock my mind buzzing with information the slightest idea of my country as such an innocent place has shattered, I have unwittingly been dragged into this pathetic lie. How the outside world is oblivious about this is sickening. We’ve been lied to for all these years, not under their protection but their obsessive ruling. I don’t understand… how nobody wanted to push the boundaries or question society. Why had I not seen it myself, we had been controlled, locked in, or out, the footage made me feel nauseous, yet pieces of life were starting to make sense, though it was too soon to be sure. What the f**k had I just found.

Ethan…Ethan…’ 

It wasn’t working, the footage had him in a trance, slowly he oozed back into our new yet wrong view of reality. I could see the clockworks of his broad mind absorbing, rejecting, braking down. Turning his head to meet mine in the dim light, I notice his brown eyes glisten,

‘Why did you show me that filth’ Ethan shouted into my face. Suddenly stunned at his reaction I creep further away from his side.

‘Just because I have  brown eyes does not make me a monster like the people in those films’  I believed him of course.

Ethan’ I breathed slowly ‘You’ve got to show your soul otherwise your just a piece of equipment…like they said in the film, and in this place they are drowning your soul that’s why you needed to see the footage I found’. 

He had not heard my plea,  I had lost Ethan, he sat staring into the darkness of the storage room filled with rusting film tins, I can only feel sorry, he had just found out that he was born for one reason, to kill. Brown eyes, that’s all that separated me and him however the film to him had already built a void between us in the space of seconds.

Ethan, I I I didn’t know it…’ 

Shush’ he butted in

I honestly did not mean to hurt you’

shut it Mia, cant you hear them’ . Of course I could it was the sound of twenty something pounding footsteps coming towards us, there was no time to plan an escape route, by the sounds of it we were already cornered. Ethan was usually the mind behind our plans but the footage had disabled him. The sound of footsteps and orders from the General trembled through the room.  I quickly stagger to my feet and pull Ethan up next to me, our senses slurred from the dark room and our reflexes cut short from the horror of the film we were not prepared.  The door flung open, cold air and dust  hit my cheeks,  the bright white light blinds my vision but one sense was clear………………….BANG!……………………………………………

I know there maybe other places where I could stop but I wanted to write more, I was having so much fun. I do want to apologize for grammar, my structure and the way I put things. I am not very good at writing I have never really been good at it. Its another reason for blogging. So I can curb my writing skills. I hope you found the Sylvester Stallone reference.

Check back tomorrow to find out what happens to Ethan and Mia in their new reality.

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