The Game

I walked along the rainy road on the sidewalk the gloomy sky mirroring my day. Nothing had gone the way I had hoped for. Many days had gone like this since my accident. I didn’t mean to cause any problems. I was only trying to help, I looked up and saw the moonlight brightly shining, beautifully. It glistened with the stars. My accident had been what I made. The technology was overpowered and went out of control. I had destroyed it all, or so I thought.
I stood standing in a puddle drenched in misery. I had been kicked out of my own home. I was eight-teen and wasn’t planning on leaving for at least another year. I walked the empty streets. The downpour was drowning my spirit. I tripped while walking. Because of how I tripped my face clumsily went first. The rain caused the ground to be moist, I stuck my hands out. I felt this drown ding wetness. My hands slipped and my face made contact with the ground. Dirt covered my face, and I tasted the small rocks that were held in it. My face still expressionless, I continued to lay there in the mud. The ground seemed to consume me. Slowly surrounding me. Eating me.
I realized I was sinking in the mud. My eyes darted open as my brain shot ideas rapidly at me. I was completely stuck. I was pulled down into the trap. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. My life had now truly become a nightmare.
When I awoke I was underground. Roots hung everywhere. I turned and looked around; a dusty haze had filled this underground tunnel, I wheezed the dust had become heavier when I took a step. I could barely breathe. I passed out because I had such a little amount of air.
When I came to I was in an entirely different area. From this higher up place I was at I could clearly see tile, and people walking around most to all of which seemed familiar. This small cave I was in seemed unnatural. It was at the top of a wall, I could reach the ceiling. But I was very high up. Searching for something, someone anything to tell me what to do, and then I found him. I stared for a moment. Confused at what I saw. My baffled expression seemed to confuse, him. He looked up and I noticed, his emotionless face seemed to stare back, but I couldn’t be sure.
He stepped forward using his hand to push roots out of the way. This movement caused dust to be blown around, my eyes started watering. As he got closer and came into the light of the cave’s window I realized that, this wasn’t… Normal. I started to study this shadow. It had my exact shape, an identical clone of me, only as a shadow. Its darkness enabled it to hide easily.
I attempted to look at it, but he jumped backward. “What’s the matter?” I asked proceeding forward slightly smiling and moving on left eyebrow up. He tackled me and pushed me to the ground. The sudden rush winded me. My dry throat throbbed with my lungs as I tried to breathe. With lighting speed, he turned toward me. The sound I made startled him? He made a gesture with his finger; I realized he was shushing me although he was completely silent.
He put his hand down on the ground. Spreading out his fingers his lips moved as if he was talking. I stared at his hand my eyes started to twitch. My mouth ripped open in astonishment. The ground started to open, moving me through down farther. This darkness clone had controlled the ground and pulled me through.
I quickly shut my mouth. The dirt pushed against my face roughly. I was scratched by small rocks. Blood dripped from these small cuts and the dirt started to move into the cuts. Pain shot through me. My mouth opened to release the suffering, but I was still in the ground. The disgusting taste of dirt roots and small bugs filled my mouth. I closed my mouth instantly; the pain struck my wounds as lightening strikes the ground.
I fell out of the ceiling. I crashed down bringing roots and small rocks with me. The rough ground covered my shirt with dirt, making its usually white sheen a musty gray eyesore. I opened my eyes and rubbed them wildly to remove the mud and small rocks. Another small cave, I saw a blinding light at the end of this one, but the shadow next to me was still as dark as night. The dirt caves seemed to fill half of the area I was at, one half I hadn’t even seen. These caves seemed to make a large labyrinth. Something had defiantly been following me in these caves, not only the shadow.
Although I had been dragged around a lot already, the darkness wasn’t done. Its hulking strength gave it the ability to pull me around whenever it really felt like it. When it grabbed my arm this time, its grip ripped my sweater and constricted my arm. At this point I also noticed that the hand of the darkness was colder than the midnight rain.
The shadow treated this like life or death. With full speed it yanked my arm and I was pulled through the air to the brightening light at the end of the cave. This sudden movement caused the air to aggressively slash at me. The coldness of the air stung me with sharp spiky points. The cold pulsed through my body making me shiver uncontrollable. I realized the light at the end of this tunnel was actually really far away. My teeth became possessed and started to chatter.
My head hesitantly turned as I looked at my hand. The normal colour or skin, and life had faded away. The colour that now replaced my hand was blue. This emptiness was moving up my arms. My body was becoming numb, void of life. My eyes began to tighten.
Finally we reached the end of the tunnel. I felt as though the run had lasted an entire lifetime waiting constantly. Inevitable we made it to the end. My eyes felt frozen shut, but opened quickly when the heat started to return. I hurriedly moved around in an attempt to warm up. My body felt like it had an ice coating covering it. But I ended up being warm. The fervent heat scorched me I was instantly warm.
At this point I got a good look around. The tiles covered the ground perfectly. A small path of water followed me. Many different people walked around. All of these people had the darkness clones following them, or vice versa.
I began to think about what had happened. The speed level reached was completely unconceivable. Long ago I had created a robotical creature capable of doing things it was inhumane; somehow it got the “unreachable” goals. But the immense amounts of energy required to fuel these monstrosities created panic and unhappiness. I had to dismantle them because within a day their fuel intake surpassed that of a car that had been used for longer than a year.
I had ensured that the mechanical beasts hadn’t been studied by anyone before I took them apart. I was certain nobody had seen them. Once thinking a little more about the devices I stared long and hard at my shadow. Had this been a dream? No the amounts of pain and many other things had been far too strong for this to have been a dream of any sort.
I thought a tiny bit more. These silhouettes defiantly resembled the things I had made. They had been corrected however. I had studied for awhile on how to cure my machines of this infection but I was kicked out of my home before anything could be discovered. I came to the fruition that my studies had been discovered and used to correct the darkness clones.
They were originally made for the purpose of keeping children content, playing games with them and such. But I couldn’t afford paint while creating my first one I had barely enough pieces to make it in the first place. I had assumed these mechanical shadows had been upgraded for military purposes and would then be used for night missions or at any time when a person was unable to keep hidden.
There would be replacement armies. My technology would be used for destruction. I was very worried about this. I hadn’t been sure why I was kicked out, but I had refused the government of my creations for war purposes. They respected my decision but obviously didn’t agree with me.
I looked up and saw an older man look over to me and say “Welcome to the retreatment. I’m from the future a clone of you only older. I and although I am only a robot I believe I have much to teach you. The future I come from is one of trigger happy morons who created hulking monsters using your technology. This resulted in destruction of parts of the world, until only small parts remained. This location is the last stronghold until the future is doomed. I escaped and came back to prevent you from creating these in the first place. I already failed my mission, but now you must know what to do.”
My mind scattered every which way and I decided, yes I did know what to do. It made perfect sense. Well almost. It would be a lot of work; I’d make more machines to oppose the threat, new creations that weren’t normal abnormal machines to protect.
Then the older man looked directly at me and spoke carefully, “Welcome to your home” He smiled and then directed me toward a room. I saw many pieces of scrap metal and tools. My work had begun.

Sorry About That

The village had many small huts for the small peasants, yet a colossal castle stood in the middle of the town. The peasants despised the king and his knights. Nobody respected their vile decisions, and abusion of authority. One peasant believed otherwise, however. The short man, named Sling. He found himself in a bit of a situation.
"I apologise good Sir Knight but I believe thou'est be standing upon my foot." Sling informed the knight, in hopes that he'd move. He struggled to stay standing, he shook back and forth.
"Silence peasant, I can stand wherever I wish. I sincerely apologise for crushing your toes!" Through gritted teeth he spoke, like a bull letting out a puff of steam.
"Sir Knight, I'm sorry but I believe thou'est isn't good!" Baffled by the response he tried to get the knight's full attention.
"Say as you wish peasant, from your mouth it's rubbish. I apologise for pushing you down!" He barked angerly. Then the knight turned toward Sling and within a second Sling found himself uncomfortable resting in mud.
"I sincerely apologise for this but I also believe thou'est a vile knight." Sling yelled, with some hesitation. The knight, without a moments thought, turned eyes opened wide.
"I'm sorry but I don't recall giving you the permission to continue talking, trash!" The knight, fighting the heating rush of anger said, trying to be calm.
"I'm especially sorry for you because, thou'est doesn't recall how to speak in a civil manner." Stubby Sling screamed at the knight.
Then one more time, the Knight looked over at Sling, quite mad. "Thou is sorry? I'm sorry you think that your opinion is even in balance with mine!"
"I apologise for thinking I could speak in a friendly manner with you, Sir Knight." Sling felt as though he had, 'won' the conversation.
"Thou'est shall not walk freely in this city again, I'm sorry but I'm sending you to the dungeon." The knight looked one final time.
He smiled and looked at Sling, "Funny how you peasants think you have a shread of power in this society." Sling fell to his knees. He never thought a knig- anyone could be so cruel.
Sling was then dragged off to the dungeon, with no resistance. Thinking that what he had done was his own fault, that he should have been more respectful.

Two Ants

On the lovely blindingly bright day an ant went walking. He then noticed another ant nearby with a strange look on his face. He moved straight to the other ant.
“Hey how you doing?” asked Ant1. He stared at the other ant slightly worried. His head turned slightly to the right.
Ant2 looked up, “I’ve been better. I saw an anteater,” he replied.
Ant1 instantly gasped, “That’s no good,” he frowned.
“It wasn’t so bad, he had no tongue,” Ant2 remembered. In the tall grass as he moved around he saw a horrid head. The eater was roaring in triumph obviously he had recently devoured the plate of food that was a different anthill.
Ant1 let out a sigh of relief, “Well then, that’s great!” he smiled. Without a tongue he could no longer eat their friends and family.
“Not exactly, the anteater had sharp teeth,” complained Ant2.
“Oh dear, how horrible,” Ant1 whined. Realizing that the length of the snout was just enough to reach down and snatch ants with hulking speed to an outrageous height.
“I wasn’t afraid though, because he was stuck in a trap,” Ant2 heroically explained. When the ant had pushed through the heavy colossal grass he sighted the mammoth creature. This titan although powerful was caught in a immense trap.
“So he posed no threat?” Ant1 wondered.
“To me no to the blind ant walking by him yes,” Ant2 became sad.
“But he got away safely, didn’t he?” Ant1 became quite worried. Imagining the ant moving forward past the demon. With swift extreme speed the monster would snag the blind ant and comsume it.
“Yes but that’s only because I came to his rescue and defeated the anteater,” Ant2 boasted. He stood forward in the sunlight, his chest shining in the brightness.
“That sounds fantastic.” Ant1 stared in amazement.
“Yes, or it would’ve been if the hunter hadn’t come to get the anteater,” Ant2 forced a smile.
“The hunter, how did you get away?” Ant1 asked, quite interested. The almighty hunter had defeated everything he had seen. He also had stomped over many anthill.
“Well the hunter took the anteater away then left taking away the problem in the first place,” Ant2 finished up. Suddenly he didn't seem different from any other ant after all.
“Oh well this was quite an interesting story thank you for telling me,” Ant1 happily walked off, in search of another captivating tale.

War

The veterans of the struggle it became suppression. Both sides were critically damaged, and now both sides were mere wastelands. They had crushed themselves and each other thinking something in this land could’ve helped repair them but they were after the same thing and so they both failed.
The remaining soldiers, including myself were sitting around a campfire, telling the stories of our so called triumph. But there wasn’t a real point. The stealthy woodland archer began the stories with his.
This bloodshed had only begun. The flame of war had only just yet ignited. This battle for land was meaningless. After the suffering was over the land would be laid to waste by the corpses, blood and remaining weapons of the dead soldiers.
I hung my head in shame at the military forces of each side, blinded by the fighting, the death. I was well hidden inside a forest on the land. I was a perfect archer, with the best precision. I never missed. Although I was filled with pain to the brim, the shrieks of terrible yelling of the falling soldiers I hit was hurting me. We had won that war, but at what cost? Our military was injured so badly that the ones that survived could barely move. Everyone had perished. The plague had come through, and its name was war.
The struggle from his point of view was quite interesting but 3 stories still remained. The next story told, was from the berserk warrior.
The clanging of steel ignited my soul. My terrible smile sent a shiver of fear down the other soldiers back’s as they saw my horrid grin. Through my helmet I looked as evil as ever. My eyes seemed to glow through it.
We rushed into the battle; through all the rage people were confused and therefore easy targets. I raced forward with my enormous mace. I carried it with two hands; a single wild swing could have the potential to clear an entire crowd. I was bashing people, laughing wildly scaring people, many people. The crowd had become the ground. My armor was dripping with blood, as I stood still looking at my great achievement.
There were few soldiers left, on both sides and one of them rushed in my direction. I met him in battle I raced forward and leaped with my mace ready. I smiled bearing my teeth and stared at him, the animalistic shine grew in my eyes. I whacked the sword out of his hand, and then prepared a large swing but he pulled out a dagger and sliced my leg. When I looked up next, he was gone.
The warrior sat there, his leg covered in bloodstained bandages that didn’t seem to be helping much. With 2 stories remaining, the Calvary began his tale.
I charged forward. My lance held high, in line with the other Calvary. We caught sight of the stakes that were in the ground. Most of the horses charged forward not noticed and stabbing into the stakes causing the soldiers on top to fly off. The lower archers whipped out daggers and with swift attacks they beat our soldiers not in power but in speed.
I made a short circle, turning to avoid the stakes. I had ridden a horse before and I knew a thing or two. I hoped that this horse did too. I was luckily correct; the horse sped forward and jumped over the stakes, crushing the archers that were hiding behind them. With my powerful lance I made a stabbing move that went through several soldiers. My horse didn’t last long, but his death wasn’t in vain. We had broken through. I jumped before my horse fell to its side. I shed a tear for the loss of my war partner but I had to protect myself. I pulled my lance backward and pulled my shield in front of myself. My lance was so heavy, but I had the strength to hold it up.
I was surviving quite easily my opponents were falling fast and easy. I kept my shield high to protect myself. Someone bashed my lance hard, and it fell sideways. I turned towards him and he angrily stared at me with a frozen frown. I had fled then. I forgot to grab a sword before I went and the lance would take too long to recover.
Then finally, my story the story of a civilian, I prepared the fire for the soldiers myself. If they returned to the city, they would be killed. They were outcastes each for a different reason. Their all had done things that they shouldn’t have or were supposed to. But all the reasons related to the war that had occurred. I heard that our people were going to this bloodshed, my heart trembled. I was petrified with shock frozen with the vile fear that consumed me.
The war was too much for me I ended up hiding in my home until the whole thing washed over. But the battle was brought back to the city. The grounds were we thought they’d attack was but a mere trick and we took the bait. So then we had fled, what was left of us anyway. So that’s how I met the veterans.

Worst to Best

Worst

i am this nice beautiful big bull and i really don't like to go to the bullfights i got there and this little man started waving at me i went at him very fast the little man had alot of speed like the little bunnys he got out of my way really fasy his pretty red flag was reall nice but little i really liked it i went really fast afer it but the little man hopped out of my big way i was very sad.





Best

I'm a gorgeous humongous bull. I dislike going to these, bullfights. When I arrived there this petite man started waving at me. I gained pace, and went exceptionally quick. When I got close enough the stubby man hopped instantly out of the way. I caught sight of his alluring red flag. It was superb and I adored it. I sped after it but the miniature man bounced out of the way. I was somewhat depressed by this.

LeTteRS

Lazy Lancelot licked lollipops like Louie Lan.
Troubling terror took the town, tanning Tom the tickler traveled there. Tom then took triumph through to Thursday.
Rocks rolling ran right.
Silly Sally, so stupid, sat so spectacularly she saw someone staring so she sneezed.

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The Cage was noisy. Uproarious, as we urged our pet to move inside. Fake smiles covering our faces which were heavy with tears. The two of us cherished the company of our dog. We were extremely pious, dedicated with love, but poor and unable to care for him any longer. The large cage full of huge dogs seemed like a real prison. With a tight hug and squeeze we gave our pet a tiny shove. He began to whine, I burst out crying. The bond we shared, wasn't as eternal as I thought. We had to leave, I screamed out his name as I was dragged out. He whined alot, longing for my company, and me for his. Our time together was gone, I held my head in shame. This dog, whom I loved with all my heart I devoted myself to, promising I would keep him forever. I silently cried on the long gloomy shower of pain in the car on the way home. My heart was literally torn, ripped and shredded into pieces and was now only a shell of it's former self.