New Works

Hello

It has been quite a while, not that anyone has ever checked out this website in the first place. Currently, all my stories i'm writing for this site are on hiatus. Maybe I might get around to finishing them but not at this point in time.

I am however, working on a new story tentatively titled "The Dark Lady". It's about knights and their squires in 1700 France. It won't be put up on the site though. I would like it to become a series. Ideas for a series name include 'Knight and Squire' or 'Blood and Wine'.

In other news, I have joined a collaboration project with several other authors in writing a novel tentatively titled 'Rift'. The premise of the project is that each author writes a chapter of the story, leaving loose ends and unanswered questions that will be answered by the next author. There would be a maximum amount of chapter to keep the story from turning into a never-ending one.

Here's a quick excerpt from my chapter, Chapter Two:

Everyone in the room went silent, until the girl began to suddenly breathe loudly. We all rushed to hear as she began to speak.

“e-v...il” she whispered

“Evil?” I replied

Ripping her eyelids open, her back arched and she screamed at the top of her voice, “EVIL!”

She lay back down, but her eyes didn’t close, nor did her mouth. The doctor whipped out his stethoscope and placed it over the girl’s heart.

“She’s gone into cardiac arrest!” he shouted and immediately pulled her off the sofa and onto the carpeted floor.

“What should we do?” said Ashton, almost frantically.

“Just stay back, okay” said the doctor

Doctor Whiktenstien placed his hands over her heart and started beating down on her chest.

He performed thirty beats and pulled the side of his face over to the girl to see if she’s still breathing. He couldn’t feel any breathing.

“Rats, CPR isn’t working!”

He beat her heart again and again and again, each beat was just a step closer to realising that there was no hope. This child had passed away and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

Enjoy your day

xoxo - gossip girl

Strange Clouds Part Two: The Stranger

SSStrange CCclouds: Part Two: The Stranger

Last Chapter review: I’m amazed that I was able to turn a guy who woke up in a desert, got up and walked away, into a whole page! This part might be more robust and you know, has more plots.

Now:

Steve Lipchitz had watched the bright stars turn to sepia and reveal the golden diamond tinted sands around him. Just like the deserts on earth, the two giant interlinking suns way up in the sky and beat down harshly. Enough sweat was ripping out of Steve’s forehead to fill an entire water bottle. What seemed like a boat in a sea of lucky stars seemed like riding a dingy to hell. He was beginning to turn weak, he then fell down a large sand dune and landed face first on the bottom, the tie he had wrapped around his head to protect his eyes had come off.

Blea! 

Steve spat out the sand, still tasted like earth.

It had been a whole ten hours since Steve had first woken up in the desert. He had not seen anyone or anything, until now. A speckle of silver glimpsed in the distance. Steve adjusted his glasses; it was moving. He got back up and ran as fast as his legs would let him.

“Hey!” Steve shouted. The Silver thing looked at him; it was a man moving something.

“Hey, wait up!” Steve replied. Suddenly, the Silver man sudden pointing some sort of long metal rod at him, the last thing Steve saw was himself being thrown back with a chunk of his right shoulder blowing up before being sent into eternal darkness…

Brothers in Arms. Idea.

Idea for minisaga:
Two brothers,or friends, serve as guards for a tower in a medieval fantasy exsistence, help a young female warrior in her travels. The story pokes fun at both classical and amature fantasy. As well as incoperating metajokes, surrealism and idealistic comments on the fantasy genre.

This really rustled my jimmies!

Just want to let you all know, updates shall be officially made every Thursday (Eastern standard time)

Strange Clouds Part One: Lucky Star

SSStrange CCclouds story: I’ve written the first part of this miniseries off the top of my head, I only know 2 things right now, that Steve is a mild mannered guy, essentially it’s Steve Carrel. The second is that it’s set in a fantasy desert world. I want to acknowledge that this is the first time I've shown any of my work where I have actually tried. The others were either warms ups, when I was younger or when I was practically sleeping. So Here I present to you, Part one of an unnumbered-amount-of-part... SERIES! Part one of a new short story series posted directly to King and the long ride home! Enjoy!

SSStrange CCclouds: An internet miniseries: part 1 – Lucky Star

By King

Steve Arthur-Wolfgang Lipchitz was surrounded by bright starlight across the windy sands of the desert. He fumbled his muscles; it felt like an elephant had been sitting on him. Minutes passed before he was able to even sit up. Obviously, his first question was, “Where am I?”, but his mind answered him with another question, “Where were you before?”

 Stars covered the desert, but not the kind of stars who or I would know, these shined huge thick white outlines of simple five pointed stars that gently moved around.

Steve would have originally expected to be confused or scared or want to scream with stress. Yet, he didn’t, instead he began to smile.

Meet Steve. Steve was always very mild, as mild as mud for that fact. A brick would have more personality than him. He came from a middle class family; his mother was a banker, his father, an accountant. He had an older brother that helped him with his problems socially and academically, he then left the country to study abroad. Steve never had a girlfriend, he was way too shy, he had friends, and he hanged out with people, girls too, just never got too friendly with them. He worked at a Mcburger fast food restaurant from when he was 14 until he graduated high school. He never got into fights. His grades were usually straight B’s, he never was too smart or too dumb, and he went to a business school and got a master’s degree in business years later. He was straight, agnostic, friendly and just a downright loser. He always seemed cheerful, liked to laugh and always considerate, putting himself before others, yet in truth he hated his life, deep down in his heart he despised everyone. He knew he was a pushover, he knew he just plain sucked. His life was uninteresting and he knew it, he dreamt of one day leaving the world of a boat and travelling out into the unknown. Then it had hit him, he realised the strange desert he has woken up in was his boat. And he is travelled in a sea of lucky stars.

Steve got up to his black loafers, brushed away the sand from his plain grey work suit, unloosened his back tie and simply began walking forwards towards the bright blue moon. Sure he was confused but right now, all he could do was deal with it. All that he could do now was walk into the unknown…

To be continued…

Flash Fiction Series 1#

Okay, so Flash Fiction is a sort of writers exercise that requires novelists to write a story or conversation in 55 words, no more, no less. The subject matter is yours to decide. Here are a few of my own, two are fantasy, the third is a fan fiction (based on the Japanese Anime Neon Genesis Evangellion) and the last is a reflection of my life back in a brighter time, and even that was dark!

Flash Fiction

The Lonesome Knight – A first attempt at a 55 word flash fiction – By King

The Lonesome knight killed the dragon but was told by the king to slay “The Beast”, the Queen was actually a siren, the real beast. The king loved her but was under her spell. The knight plunged his dagger into her. The King was saddened but nevertheless rewarded the Knight and carried on with life.

She fought with Chainmail – An attempt at a 55 word flash fiction – By King

She fought with her armour on. With her chain mail hands she fought creatures spanning the globe. From the prudest drunkard to the mightiest beast. She taught me everything I know. As I grew, I watched her from her humble beginnings as a teenager, up until her death. That was her story. Now mine begins.

Evangelion -  An attempt at a 55 word Fan-Flash Fiction – By King

“Eva ready to launch” Maya Ibuki, the first lieutenant called out to Misato Katuragi, the Major.

Misato spoke with her arms folded to the pilots, Rei Ayanami and Shinji Ikari. “Are you ready?”

“Yes” confirmed Rei

“Shinji?” Misato asked

“Yes, Ready” Shinji confirmed

“Launch Eva!” Misato ordered as the Evangellions blasted up into the sky.

Darkness –An attempt at a 55 word Flash Fiction By King

Darkness consumes me, flooded with raw misery before being sent into a guilty ocean. I feel lost. I’ll never spot the big picture - too many distractions. I hold so many problems, problems with myself and problems with my existence, dis’ be the winter of thy life – yet, tis not hath only a darkened summer.  

BullShizen Story 1#

Another weird story, I wrote this last night in a daze, half asleep, I was meant to write some sort of logical story  about stages of dreams but this was just ridiculous. I remember that it was meant to be a little weird, like the traditional Swaziland breakfast and the concept of the Swedish House Music Mafia but that was it. Anyway, just check it out:

Silent as the snow

By King.

Jayson woke up in a different bed that morning, unlike his red and green double bed, he was in a heart shaped bed. He tried to move but something was constructing his outstretched arms and legs. Chains. A breeze of snow blew over him, he was naked. A cyan coloured dog came over, hopped on the bed and proceeded to violently hump his face.

“Sod off Doggie” he screamed, and shouted but nothing could stop the dog’s Wang fluttering in his face. Thedog finished up and ran away, next thing he knew, Jayson was surrounded by members of the Swedish House Music Mafia.

“Yeah! DJ Sloviak in De Housegutterburgenhumgersmergainborge!!” yelled one of them in their native Swedish language yet Jayson did not know such a tongue.

“Where am I?” Jayson asked

“Wallet bonnet guttenborf” spoke one in a

“Money bunnywanty!” another replied

“Wolfgang Armada!” spoke the third

“You want Cash, check under my bed” said Jayson

They lifted the bed up with Jayson still attached and they found not money, but a portal to hades and everyone in the Swedish House Music Mafia’s face melted and their bodies warped into the portal and Jayson was left alone again. After seeing this, he passed out.

BEEEP! BEEEP!

An alarm clock went off, Jayson found himself inside another room, fully clothed and in his normal bed. “Whew, just a terrible dream!” he exclaimed. But the surreal dream was far from over, he turned in his bed, glad to know he has full use of his arms and legs again. But something caught his eye, a lump in his bed. He opened the sheets and found another person, the person outstretched – female, around Jayson’s age, brown hair, white skin and two interesting features, she ears of a cat and a brown tail coming from the back of her. He noticed something else, she was completely naked.

“Nyaaaaaaaaaa! Good morning love!” she exclaimed, wrapping Jayson into a tight hug and sighing the word “Nya”. While Jayson would be confused and a little excited to see a beautiful naked catgirl lying in his bed and hugging him, he had a deathly allergy to cats and then he instantly died.

Well not really. He was allergic to peanuts though, not cats, or girls.

“Good morning?” Jayson replied slowly, putting his hands on the catgirls bare back. “Sorry, who are you again?”

“Really, you were that drunk?!” she exclaims, saddened.

“No sorry! I just…well yeah I suppose I was what happened last night?”

“You wooed me over by buying me catnip!”

Of course. Jayson thought.

“Then we will exchange pleasantries again! Nyaaaay!” (I think she meant to say Yaaaay!)

“I’m Laura! Nice to meetnya!”

“Hi…I’m Jayson. Sorry but just wondering, I’ve never even been a catgirl before, how did I find you?”

“Easy, I was hanging out in a fantasy bar!”

“…ah okay”

Jayson looked around and saw something unusual, he was surrounded by about fifty thousand billion midgets all dressed up in funny outfits and all in his house.

“Wanna see something fun?” said asks. She then claps her hands twice and the midgets bring out two bowls of soup.

“Here’s a traditional Swaziland breakfast!” she says.

Just then he noticed a shrunken head in his broth.

“What the fu-”

“Heres something else, too!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands again and suddenly the midgets all got up in straight lines back to back. Then the midgets started tossing all the smaller ones around like juggling balls. Then those midgets with juggling around the smaller ones and those midgets were tossing around the smallest midgets.                AND IT WAS THE BEST DAY EVER.                THE END