Hart could feel the rage within him begining to tear at his insides, a thunderstorm brewing in. Tears streamed down his face as he stood screaming into the air. For a full minute he exerted his breath in one full scream. When he finished he looked down to his fallen brother then back up to Nova, floating about 30 feet away. The man that killed his brother. His teeth grinded, his eyes narrowed more focused then they had ever been, and felt something within him stirring up, a reaction to the feral instict of fear and anger.

Energy.

Raw and potent energy. It swelled up in him like baloon, expanding, threatening his insides to burst out. His eyes began glowing an ominous shade of blue. Cracks of blue flickered around him in the air when water molecules in the air evaporated from the energy begining to surround him. His teeth were showing as if animal instinct took over his body, growling and frothing from the mouth as if his saliva glands were on overload.

Harts chest convulsed with rage and hate, he wanted to explode no pun intended. Nova had killed billions since he knew them, always challenging the two brothers. He never was this angry though, never tried a full out assault on the two. This was war, this was the fight to decide this worlds fate. Whether it be safe and left alone the way it was, or whether it was to be a darkened hell with no sence of good, lay in Harts hands. What could he do though? How was he supposed to stop him from killing more people when he knew that Nova was much stronger. His soul had been around since before time, placed by some evil force to destroy this world. He was too strong, but that didn't stop the rage and anger inside of him stop from trying anyways.

He snapped.

His left arm stretched foward with his hand open, the ground beneith him began tearing away. He brought a smile up to his lips, a grimacing hateful smile. He stared off into the distance, at the asshole who killed his brother.. Without any warning, without the slightest summoning of energy, Hart split a round golden metal gate between them. The gate stood about 400 feet in cicumference, eight intersecting lines spread evenly around it like a pizza. In the middle of the construct in the shape of a small fist there was a chunk of metal missing. With his hand spread out forward and open, as if connecting with the gate itself, the gate began to retract, leaving only a hallowed ring in the sky.

Energy in its rawest form combined with human rage, not exactly the best combination to have, began glowing in the form a bright light, the dark hue of cobalt. Vashra laughed from within him, not exactly easy to do when incased in somebody's soul. Vashra had been trapped by Hart a few millenia before that, an evil being known as a creeper. He was wondering in space when he was led to earth by some unixplicable force of evil, telling him to destroy everything. Hart confronted him, they faught, and then they made a deal. Vashra knew he was going to die and he was ok with it. He knew that Hart only wanted to protect his friends and family from disaster, wanted to revenge his brothers death by killing Nova. It was mutual, they both wanted what was coming.

Both emotion and energy suddently burst from Hart's hand at a rediculous level, destruction on a whole new level but casting feedback at its abuser. The energy soared up and collided with the gate and all hell broke loose. The gate was used to amplify energy, and with this kind of energy you're looking at pure destruction on a level that makes chernobyl look like a joke. The entire circumfrence of the gate beamed a blinding cobalt light. The earth, to put it lightly, shook. It erupted forth and instantly Hart regretted doing what he did but it was necessary. The energy caused the emotion of hate and fear to spread with it making it viral, anyone in the vacinity of earth was going to feel this one.

Hart thought he heard a scream ahead but it was a sound made so quick and innaudable, he wasn't sure it existed. All he knew was that there was nothing else between his energy he cast forth and the sky infront of him, and he also knew he couldn't stop. His hate and fury, the dark emotions causing a visible cast of energy, began glowing in hues of Cobalt. He let his muscles relax just for a moment, a moment long enough to show me that he was alright with this. In a suddent burst of light his body was no more, and the gate became etheral, the energy ceasing to cast forward. The gates presence lingered for a little longer, and then vanished. He sacrificed himself to save us.

Fucking asshole... I love you too.

Soon to be released

Later on today when I get home from work I'll be posting a little of what I revised on story 3. The part you got is the prologue, and I've edited it like a mad man hell bent on perfection.

So what do I have to do for a couple reviews on my story? Like Sheesh! Post it up on facebook and nothing, post it up on a couple forums and nothing. Next I'll be naming my posting titles "Anal sex with a pornstar" because I'm bound to get a couple hits that way lol. Just leave me a comment for one of my stories, would be appreciated :P

I've decided to post a little of what I have for my next novel. It will take me a while to make this one, been creating it in my head for the last couple years, and finally I have the will to write it down. Hope you enjoy.

Story#3 - Untitled

Hart could feel the rage within him begining to tear at his insides, a thunderstorm brewing in. Tears streamed down his face and he could feel his contempt of killing this bastard, begining to way heavily over everything he was, mind and soul. His teeth grinded, his eyes narrowed more focused then they had ever been, and felt something within him stirring up, a reaction to the feral instict of fear and anger.

Energy.

Raw and potent energy. It was almost familiar, almost a second nature. He struggled his whole life, a stranger to his family and friends, all to find some connection with the beast stirring inside him, some way to connect to himself.

Hart wanted to explode, no pun intended. How many people did this guy need to kill in order to satisfy his need? Or maybe he didn't want to stop, maybe he'd continue his rampage and murdering and hurt more innocence on his way. What was he supposed to do? He didn't know what he could do, but it didn't stop the rage and anger that was inside him from trying anyways.

He snapped.

His left arm stretched foward with his hand open, the ground beneith him began tearing away. He brought a smile up to his lips, a grimacing hateful smile. He stared off into the distance, about 150 feet away from him in the sky was the asshole who killed his brother. Without any warning, without the slightest summoning of energy, Hart split a round golden metal wall between them. A round wall with creases split through it in 8 places all aligned around the giant. In the middle of the construct in the shape of a small fist there was a chunk of metal missing. With his hand spread out forward and open, as if connecting with the gate itself, the wall began to retract inwards, leaving only a hallowed ring in the sky about 400 feet in circumfrence.

Energy in its rawest form combined with human rage, not exactly a healthy combo. Vashra laughed, not exactly easy to do when incased in somebody's soul. He knew he was going to die and he was ok with it. He knew that Hart only wanted to protect his friends and family from disaster, wanted to revenge his familly's death by killing Nova. It was mutual, they both wanted what was coming.

Both emotion and energy suddently burst from Hart's hand at a rediculous level, destruction on a whole new level but casting feedback at its abuser. The energy soared up and collided with the gate and all hell broke loose. The gate was used to amplify energy, and with this kind of energy you're looking at pure destruction on a level that makes chernobyl look like a joke. The entire circumfrence of the gate beamed a blinding cobalt light. The earth, to put it lightly, shook. It erupted forth and instantly Hart regretted doing what he did but it was necessary. The energy caused the emotion of hate and fear to spread with it making it viral, anyone in the vacinity of earth was going to feel this one.

Hart thought he heard a scream ahead but it was a sound made so quick and innaudable, he wasn't sure it existed. All he knew was that there was nothing else between his energy he cast forth and the sky infront of him, and he also knew he couldn't stop. His hate and fury, the dark emotions causing a visible cast of energy, began glowing in hues of Cobalt. He let his muscles relax just for a moment, a moment long enough to show me that he was alright with this. In a suddent burst of light his body was no more, and the gate became etheral, the energy ceasing to cast forward. The gates presence lingered for a little longer, and then vanished. My brother sacrificed himself to save us.

Fucking asshole... I love you too.

short story #2

Short Story #2 - Exploring Kevin's mind.

What would you do if you could warp the fabric of time and space itself, the ability to change reality at will just by simply thinking. What if it never stopped, what if every thought you had came to life, would you be able to keep your sanity? Kevin Lacombre, the 19 year old soon to be father, had developed this ability when he hit puberty. He was 13 which is ironic, I know. Now understanding his ability is not an easy thing to grasp but I'll try to narrow it down for you, give you a basic idea, how ever complex it might be.

Kevin was over visiting his pregnant girlfriend, she was due in a few weeks. The horomones that affected her from it drove her in wild moon swings, not the greatest thing to bestow upon a young adult with the ability to change the world. She would be loving one moment, then angry about nothing the next. This happened almost on an hourly basis, and he held his composure for as long as he could. Finally he snapped, his mind grasping at ideas. Very, very dark ideas. At first he started thinking about different ways to shut her up, ducttape, metal drilled into her mouth, her lips turning to zippers which could close and be locked, and welding. Each thought jolted in a change of reality, litterally causing her mouth to change form at his will. He laughed in a disgusted manner, mild amusement flashed through his eyes as he slowly tortured the woman. He then drew his attention to killing her, the amusement growing in his cold lifeless eyes. She exploded into little peices then reformed. She lit on fire and ran around the room screaming, putrid fumes filling the air, then reformed without a scent. Then her head exploded and she fell to the ground, lifeless. Then she returned back to normal. He relaxed, calming his mind. She stared at him blankly for a sec then continued on her rampage of hormones.

Nothing had actually happened, he kept the timeline correct, reverted everything back to normal. The horrible thing about this disease was that it broke your sanity, you couldn't keep track of what was real and what wasn't. But I suppose when your mind conjures everything into existance, it becomes real, even if only for a short period of time.

*This needs major revision, its a base idea for a novel I've been thinking of.*

Short Stories - #1

Well for the time being I'm going to be writing a bunch of short stories, possibly to use in novels at a later date if the idea hammers upon me like a whack-a-mole. This is my first short story, a 15 minute production of my work. If anyone reads these I'd be more than happy if you could critisize, praise, or just comment vaguely upon my writing. I'll even except flaming, because arguing about something is just another way of showing me your a fan :)



Short Story #1 - I hope your hungry for hell.

It was getting worse, the darkness encasing her fragile form as she shook uncontrollably, curled up in a ball. "Oh God, Help me" she murmured lightly to her self, the last thing she needed were things to get worse. Then the noises came, leaving goosebumpbs running along her spine, noises that escaped the realm of possibility. She attempted to focus, to push past the fear, but the noises continued to crush her mentality, grasping on to her mind too tightly to free herself from it. In the small confines of her office, from the center of the room, a dark hue of red lights began to form, ripping the ground open beneith it.

She started choking, gasping for air as the smouldering carpet began to burn, ash and ember hammering down hard like a storm. She finally sat herself up, pulling her legs close to her chest, only able to watch as the nightmares began to form infront of her. Dark shadow-like figures started to take form, almost humanoid. Branch like fingers, etheral and grimacing, started lurching forward towards her, stalking her unmoving body. She wanted to let out a scream, she wanted someone to come save her from the hell she had laid down for herself. What she had done to deserve this she wasn't sure of, but she knew in some small way that it was her sins that caused this vision to appear.

The shadow creature crawled closer to her, up and around the walls that she rest upon, the only light in the room caused by the hovering ball of crimson energy. It grabbed her with lightning like speed, she wasn't sure it had happened at all, and began rag dolling her around the room without resistance, without a struggle of any kind. She screamed as she hit walls, the desk she had worked at for nearly two years, then into the floor. She lay on the floor beaten, struggling to recover her breath. It felt like an eternity, like forever that she lay on the floor although only seconds passed. Maybe it was over, and maybe someone had heard her scream, maybe someone would come to her rescue.

Then as if she had known what was coming next, in a primal reaction of absolute fear, she dug her nails into the remaining carpet. She was being dragged, some etheral being had her by her feet and was leading her towards the hole in the ground. As she got closer to the hole, closer to the burning ball of fierce energy, she could feel her muscles start to give up on her. With the rest of her might and will she dug harder into the floors, and let loose a kick towards the creature that held her tightly. *Poof*. Her kick went right through the apparitions head, shadow and dust parting away and then forming back within a split of a second. She had nothing left, and the creature dragged her closer to the hole. Her body was too big, and it struggled to bring her down. Thank the heavens she thought.

Then before she could scream, a grimacing, ashen skeletal hand reached up from the ground underneither her and plucked her into the earth. She screamed at the top of her lungs but it was too late, she had no escape anymore. The ground began to patch itself up and she was no more, no longer part of the human world. She was now his slave, she would spend the rest of time paying for her sins.