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My Lady Love

Standing tall within my casual evening attire I wander and wait. My hope is that she would come. Come and whisk my soul to the heights of passion that only her embrace does bring to me.I am but a mere pauper of a person and need her to simply breathe. Without my lady love this heart is weak, my knees are stiff and my soul is lost. I stand here in the beautiful garden awaiting the only true natural beauty that any man could desire.
I observe, with being speechless, as she sails into the atrium. This magnificent goddess of a mortal comes in with natural unparalleled grace, gazing at all with a set of soft bluish eyes, like that of a summer sky with promise of sunshine. She peers through the wavy locks of quicksilver that frame her exquisite face. For a mere twinkling of a moment, I am convinced that her sparkling slippers not ever meet the earth, as she enters into the gardens. Her baronial eloquence sends a quivering through my heart, as she approaches my space. Then those delicate gloved fingers stretch forth to embrace the roughness of my cheek. I know now what I am alive again.

Milo`s Revenge

There is little creature sitting on Milo's back when he's a an angel. It is hiding in his shadow when he's in his human form. Lil Boo is quite timid, is female and never wishes to be intruding. The evil man Garr turned this creature into a weapon of war. Thus, it has been banned from the twilight of day. She freed Milo from the dungeon of the Dark King. All because she wants to use Milo to get her world back to normal. On their way to defeat Garr she discovers Milo isn't just a normal guy.


Milo stood realizing his destiny at his mothers funeral. His mother was assassinated by Garr. Milo wanted to get back at him by assassinating him . However, Milo didnt want to stop there. He wanted to kill all other Underworld assassians. Just as the demons and legion of the Dark King was killing angels.

"Where is my money? You've been late four times this month" He sneered " I've been counting my weekly intake of funds to send to the Dark King. He does not wish his shares to be late." Garr gave the most intense and deadly glared toward the young whipper snapper of a thief. " How many times must I smack you untill you learn?" With that came the instant sound of two slaps upon the young thief`s face cheeks. These stung like Hell but he knew never to flinch when he is being chastised.

Tarah a knight from the Realm of Oblivion stepped out with her sword shimmering in the sun, as it lay in her grip. It lay there prepared for anything that she may need to confront. With each step she take, her face is half covered with a silver veil. Her eyes glowing a bright angelic blue and her face shone of a golden glow.
The knight, Tarah, walked along within the heavy brush of a forest as she depart the portal. In time she is confronted by many noble soldiers and knights that belong to the angel clans. The clans that now live upon the Earth. After a warm greating there came a short journey to enter into the castle of Fountian Hill.

Soon the band of warrior angels would be at their fortress with safety secured. Currently the small horde could be seem travelling in single file and only two miles away from the main gates.

In what seemed like a blink they were overcome by a horde of demonic soldiers. A fight broke out right in front of the gate of the castle pf Fountian Hill. The blood red lightning of minature energy bolts zoomed through the air shooting into the sky, as sword blades clashed. In time much blood could be seen laying upon the ground. The angelic band of warriors lost only one knight to the evil gang of now annihilated demons. With the battle over the bodies of the demonic soldiers were spread out across the battleground. They lay in thier own pools of blood, and there stood the Knight of Oblivion feeling victory being won.

" Where is Milo? " Questioned Tarah of the captian of the knights


Marly had been diagnosed with cancer and being human that meant possible death. The doctors didn't give her a long prognosis. She and her parents were grief stricken. Weeks went by and turned to endless months During every day she found herself in the hospital with many tubes attached and monitors surrounding her. Marly`s brain came as the only thing remaining functioning.

One night, Marly had a vivid dream. One where an angel had come to her. To tell her that he would release her pain. The angel seemed to know how much Marly could feel the pain of the cancer invading her body. Marly wanted very much to be rid of this pain and so the angel made it disappear.

The very next morning her parents were distraught as the discover thier daughter having gone missing. Marly on the other hand had discovered that she now had immortall life. a life that came with a high price and servitude to the Dark King. She soon forgot her parents, as she trained to be a warrior. With time`s passing and much intense learning Marly now stood as one of the top generals with the Dark Armies of the demon world. She now work and lead armies for the Dark King.


Milo had become a walker of the shadows and vanguard of ancient secrets.
He had taken to feeling that some things are best left undiscovered. That, however, was not what he wished for in concern to the death of his parents. He had unearthed parts of truth about the two individual deaths and had taken to hunting down Garr.

Leaving his mother`s graveside, Milo place a pure red rose upon her burial site. Then he turn, his face into the gusting wind, to begin the search for the demon, known as the treasurer of the Dark King.


Milo walked on with dependable sword at his side. He would journey the cosmos in search of the evil crew that had committed acts of death against his family. With his trusted companion at his side Milo knew that they would succeed in this task. He looked at his friend and said “Your are going to fight your way to glory. Together we shall defeat them all. Even, if we must do it one at a time.”


"The sands of time cannot be stopped. Years may pass whether we will
them to or not...but we mustremember. Remeber what has been lost keep it alive in our memories. That which we heard from our fathers is imperfect and
fragmented, yet treasure it, for without it we are empty. My mother stated on her death bed that she give me new memories of hope, all else needs to be forgotten. that it must be hidden in the dreamy haze that lies behind us." Milo state with clinched teeth.

Okay. So this is the introduction scene to a story based in the Star Wars universe that I just started working on last night. I don't have the whole thing planned out yet, but I fgured I had enough to at least start it off. Let me know what you guys think.

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Systems 20 percent operational and dropping
Every few minutes that voice made its report the situation only grew more dismal.

Ronis Kraal watched the woman with brown skin and dark, cropped hair a few paces away with blazing red lightsaber held calmly in her outstretched left hand. She stood alone and unscratched among the rubble of what, a few moments ago, was a Republic relay station. The stone like expression on her face belied the fury with which she laid waste to the structure and the fires that blazed around her seemed to shrink in her presence as if afraid.

What have I gotten into?

That was the question that repeatedly raced through the bounty hunter’s throbbing head as characters danced across the readout on the inside of his helmet’s cracked visor.

Systems 18 percent operational and dropping

The din of heavy rainfall fell through a massive hole in the roof of the facility and pounded against his armor. Once the crash of thunder in the distance had subsided he could hear droplets sizzle as they were consumed by the woman’s blood colored lightsaber and just then, a feeling of despair had clenched Ronis Kraal’s gut and wouldn’t let go.

What the HELL have I gotten into?

The servos in his armor resisted him as he climbed to his feet from his kneeling position and the system voice told him that his armor had spent another three percent of its meager remaining power just making that slight move.

“Oh good. I was beginning to think you were done.” Nevara Zerev spoke. The cybernetic monocle that had long replaced her left eye clicked and whirred and a smirk crossed her face when she heard the bounty hunter moan as he got up.

“Not a chance in hell, Zerev.” He protested in a digitally amplified tone “Though I may rip that tongue out of your 500,000 credit skull when I’m done with you.”

“That’s what its up to now, is it?” She asked in a tone that suggested she was somewhat impressed with herself.

“Don’t be so smug. You haven’t won yet.” Kraal said once he was completely upright again.

Systems 12 percent operational and dropping

Snikt. With a mere thought, the gauntlets covering the bounty hunter’s arms sprouted a pair of identical 12 inch long vibroblades.

“And just what do you plan on doing with those, bounty hunter?” Nevara questioned with a raised eyebrow when she saw the blades.

“They’ve got cortosis weave. They can easily withstand that lightsaber of yours.”

“Ha! A shame your whole damn suit doesn’t have the stuff.” Nevara taunted as she lowered her light saber but raised her right hand to her side and kept her eyes on Kraal.

“Come on then, we’ll finish this!!” Kraal took a step forward, his head swimming but his mind determined on slaying the conceited Jedi woman. He raised his blades and prepared to strike when Nevara pointed her lightsaber at him before he could take another step.

“That’s far enough.” She stated just as a large pile of rubble off to her side began to shift and rumble before a rather sizable chunk began levitating from the ground at the behest of her command of the Force.
The large piece of metal that was once part of the roof hovered in place and Kraal cursed to himself as he surmised what was next.

“Those blades may be impressive Kraal, but I believe the old adage is ‘Mine’s bigger than yours’” Nevara said with a wolfish grin before she threw her arm forward and launched the chunk of rubble at him at a frightening speed.

Kraal fought his armor to get out of the makeshift projectile’s path, but realized all too late that it was not to be.

System power failure. Imminent shutdown in 5…4…3…2…1

I do, this is just the scene that starts everything off. I'm going to try to get a bit more written either tonight or tommorow after I outline a little more of it. Glad you enjoyed it. biggrin

Post it in chunks.

Well, okay here's one of my "takes" as I call them since I write mostly in screenplay format now. 3nodding (This was an option for the opening scene of my current fanfic. Laurie Coalman is a fictional character I created for my Yu-Gi-Oh! series of fanfics as is her sister Katerina.)

“Family Values”

FADE IN:

INT. COALMAN ESTATE – LAURIE COALMAN’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

A MIRROR IMAGE OF A PIE CHART fills up the whole screen and TYPING is heard as a young woman speaks aloud. The young woman is LAURIE COALMAN.



Laurie sighs and picks up a CELL PHONE near the laptop.



The phone attempts to connect. Laurie twirls her long brown hair around a pencil in her left hand.





A KNOCK comes on her door.



Laurie sighs and closes her eyes. The FEMALE VOICE we just heard is KATERINA COALMAN, Laurie’s older sister and the Co-President and CEO of Kaiba-Coalman Printing Corporation (KCPC).

Classical styling with a fifties imagary twist.
Lean. cool and casual.
Like it.
Very interesting.