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((Some stories I wrote and never published. Usually because they were unfinished, or were part of a larger context that went unfinished))

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((Cute story I came up with when I went to the botanic gardens a few winters ago and got a tad bored))

“The lights are so pretty this year.” Luna hugged her husband’s arm and looked out over the garden. For as far as she could see, every bush and tree decoration was strung with lights of many colors.

“Thank you for coming with me. It’s so nice we finally get a date night.”

“I thought we were supposed to do this before we got married.” Kaj smiled.

“Ha, it’s never too late.” Luna snuggled further into Kaj’s winter coat. The snow off the Zemphereian garden was a beautiful sight to behold amongst the lights, but it was required getting past the cold air to appreciate fully. Luna dressed in a warm, fuzzy sweater with mittens, earmuffs, and a scarf wrapped around an even thicker coat, but she still had to wiggle her toes from time to time to keep them from freezing in her boots. Kaj didn’t seem to mind the weather nearly as much as she was.

After appreciating some pines strung with Zempheriean purple and silver lights, he two moved on down the garden path, approaching a Ventureni styled archway glowing with red lighting and green lit trees.

“How’s your cider?” Luna asked.

“It’s alright. Not as good as yours though.”

“Aw, you don’t have to say that.”

“I’m serious, this cider sucks,” Kaj said, no hesitation for the bluntness.

“Oh.”

“It’s fine, just makes me want yours even more now.”

“Well we’ll have to make some when we get back then.”

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((I fail to write porn.))

“I want to have sex!”

Jax covered her mouth and turned beet red. Jack knew she didn’t have much of a filter – he didn’t either – but it was a rare occasion that such things were blurted out.

The two were sitting on Jax’s couch, watching TV with empty boxes of Venturenian food sprawled out across the table in front of them.

“O-oh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to I just sort of blurted that out please don’t take it the wrong way.”

Jack blushed and scratched an imaginary itch on his chin. “Um… Okay.”

Jax peaked out from behind her hands to look at him. “So… you… want to?”

“If… you want to.” Jack smiled his big cheesy grin. It was sort of his signature thing now around Jax.

“I… I guess I do…”

“Well, uh, great!” Jack grinned again, but this time in a bit of a panic. It was true, he was a virgin. The Darkness Requiem had plenty of willing girls, to be sure, but none of them were particularly interested in him. They were also pretty scary. You didn’t find any nice, kind girls at the Darkness Requiem.

“Um, I guess we… should take off our clothes then?”

Well, at least Jax seemed to have about the same understanding that he did.

“Yeah. Right. Sexy-like.” Jack tried to dramatically rip open his sweater, but the zipper caught and he ended up just tugging on his collar. A few more frustrated tugs got the zipper loose so he could reveal his manly chest. Underneath a second shirt. Jax laughed at the failed demonstration.

A bit more struggling and he successfully pulled off all clothing above his torso. “All right, one half down…” He stood up and unzipped his pants, and then pulled them, underwear and all, down to his ankles. He glanced over to Jax. She was beet red and half covering her face again. Oh yeah, guess this was the first time she saw his penis.

He hoped it was a good penis.

Jack stepped one foot out of his pants and posed open legged. “Well,” he said in mock confidence, “I’m free of my clothing.”

Jax snickered at him and started to tentatively undress herself. She lifted her shirt over her head and threw it aside, and then reached behind her back to undo her bra strap. The bra quickly fell away revealing her boobs. This would be the first time Jack had seen Jax’s boobs.

They were good boobs.

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((Fighting styles))

Kaj: Kaj received training from the Shadowrian military. After passing basic training, he focused on combat suited to solo or small group missions, rather than battlefield infantry. Kaj’s weapon of preference is a black short sword, held in reverse grip. As per Shadowrian Special Forces training, Kaj’s fighting style involves getting in close to the opponent and using a lot of grappling, conductive to fighting in tight spaces. The short sword was typically used primarily as a defensive weapon, while knives and daggers were used for the kill, but Kaj always found it easier just to turn the sword around and stab that way.

Luna: Having barely fought most her life, Luna is poor at combat. At best she can carry a knife or crossbow. Her magic, however, is good enough to use some basic spells in battle. Luna has no preference for any subset of Lunar magic, but has a hard time going berserk, unlike her sister. Luna’s most reliable spells are magic barriers that can push enemies away or reflect magic projectiles.

Dante: Being trained by Magmarnian military, Dante’s fighting style is fairly standard for the broadsword he fights with. However, Dante’s technique isn’t perfect, and what he lacks in experience in practice he makes up for in raw strength. This, combined with his unassuming height, tends to make Dante an unexpectedly potent force against other inexperienced fighters. If one can survive his initial burst of strength, however, it becomes easier to exploit his weakness.

Serafina: Though also trained by Magmarnian military, Serafina never found a particular interest in fighting. Still, unlike her brother, Serafina was quick to learn new techniques creating a flawless, if dispassionate, fighting style. As Serafina preferred to learn new techniques instead of mastering old ones, Serafina became a Jack of All Trades, Master of None. She has no claimed favorite weapon, but has used spears, arm cannons (think Kid Icarus: Uprising), swords, and raw magic.

Teruchi: Teruchi has exceptional talent in Storm magic, and rarely uses any type of physical weapon. He also has basic use of other elemental types and will occasionally store these spells into small objects for later use. Due to having no weapons or armor, Teruchi focuses in battle to out-maneuver his opponents and keep a distance.

Kaze: Not to be seen without her windboard, bow and arrow, and/or rifle, Kaze uses similar strategy as her brother to keep moving and strike from afar.

Jack: Jack is a punchy boy

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((I once ran my characters through that Hunger Games sim and decided to write out in more detail how it went down. This was the only good fight that resulted from it.))

Deeper into the forest, Lance crossed paths with Dante.

“Well, looks I’ve encountered my first poor soul,” Lance said with a frown. But he still held his lance in front of him, signaling he was ready to strike. Dante readied his own sword in response.

“Don’t you think this is a little premature?” Dante asked. “We don’t have to kill each other!”
“Huh, naïve. We both know how this game is played. If we don’t start killing each other, then Amon will summon all sorts of horrors to hunt us. We can’t escape until one wins.”

“Are you seriously that hopeless?” Dante yelled.

“Yep. Sorry kiddo.”

“Wait,” Dante tried a new angle. “Then maybe we should form an alliance. Surviving as a pair is easier than alone.”

“Why? So you can kill me in my sleep?” Lance sighed. “Look, neither of us wants to do this. But whoever wins may get a chance to avenge everyone. We need that person to be the strongest one here.”

Dante clenched his teeth together. “Fine… but I won’t go down easy.”

“Good.”

Dante waited for Lance to strike, but it seemed the God was in no hurry. Dante pursed his lips together and swung his sword. It wasn’t aimed for his opponent, but to knock the spear aside. With the weapon no longer a threat, Dante slammed his shoulder into Lance to knock him off balance.

It was like hitting solid rock. Lance barely moved with the strike. He reached around and grabbed Dante by his collar and threw him to the ground.

Despite the unexpected outcome, Dante quickly regained composure and stood up, ready to strike again. But this time he noticed his sword shaking in front of him. Watching his body slowly betray him caused a painful lump to lodge itself in Dante’s throat. He drew in a long, forced breath to calm himself. All the while Lance stared on at him, a slight frown on his face.

Dante ran to strike him again, this time aiming high. But Lance was unmoved. Before Dante could bring the sword down on his neck, Lance twisted around and slammed his fist into the side of Dante’s face. Once again the boy found himself crashing into the ground.

He wouldn’t give up though. Dante tried again, this time striking low. Lance kicked him in the face. He held back, sparring with the end of Lance’s polearm. But after a few parries, Lance twirled his weapon around and jabbed him in the stomach with the blunt end. Still gasping for air, Dante tried to rush and overpower him again, but to no avail. Lance easily pushed him off.

“Sorry it has to be this way,” Lance addressed the boy. “I’ll let you attack one more time, but my counter-attack will kill you this time.”

Dante clumsily returned to his feet yet again. Even his legs were shaking now. The anger and frustration he felt were gone. With Lance’s proclamation, Dante could only think about his own survival. He could run, but with the beating he just endured, it would only be a few strides before Lance caught up to him. There was no hole in Lance’s defenses, as far as Dante could tell. He could try an all out, last resort attack. Like what? Throwing his sword? At least die with a little dignity.

He noticed his arms shaking again and took a deep breath. For the brief time Dante was under his tutelage, Magmarne had always gotten on him about his breathing. Unsteady air will blow out a flame… At the very least, if he was going to see his tutor again, he should probably follow his teachings for once.

An idea sparked in Dante’s mind. Crazy, probably not going to work, but Magmarne would approve. He stood up straight and let his sword hang down by his side. Lance couldn’t help but cock an eyebrow at the new carefree stance Dante was taking.

He ran again, letting his sword drag beside him. When he was close, Lance thrust his spear forward. Dante dodged left, and dropped his sword. With both hands, Dante grabbed the shaft of the spear and propelled himself upward, kicking Lance in the head. Lance’s grounding made it difficult for him to be knocked around, but it also made him a solid platform for Dante to use against him. On his way down, Dante straddled Lance’s arm to pull him forward. The God was amazingly strong, but the previous kick had thrown off his balance. He stumbled forward with Dante’s weight, but he did not fall to the ground. Dante pulled at the spear, trying to yank it out from Lance’s iron grip, but it didn’t budge.

“Tricky,” Lance growled, and pulled back his free arm. He struck Dante in the face, but the boy wouldn’t let go of the spear. He tried again to dislodge it from Lance’s grip by stepping on his fingers. Lance struck another blow across his face. Dante still didn’t give in, but his mind was too much of a blur to do anything before the third blow finally knocked Dante back to the ground.

He couldn’t get up. Not this time. Lance approached him, lying on the ground, spear still in his grip.

“Well, you were determined until the end,” the God said. He raised his lance. “Forgive me.”

Dante waiting for the weapon to pierce his chest, or abdomen, or head if Lance was feeling particularly cruel, but instead heard a sound of distress from above. He opened his eyes to see Nyx standing over him, a newly bloody knife in hand, and Lance holding his neck.

“Wh-why?” he asked in a horrid, raspy voice.

“Sorry bro, can’t let you win this one.” With that, Nyx delivered several more stabs to the God and pushed him over. Suddenly, the immovable boulder crumbled easily. Nyx then turned to Dante.

“You certainly took a beating. Sleep. We’ll talk later.”

It was unwise for Dante to sleep now, at the mercy of one of his adversaries, but it couldn’t be helped any longer. He closed his eyes and drifted away, hoping to be able to return from his dreams.

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((I once wrote out a whole story for when Kaj was a kid, got 90% of the way done, then decided to rewrite it all. The rewrite didn't get very far but the first chapter is pretty good imo.))

The faster Kendrick ran, the less he could hear of the anguished cries of innocent civilians. They were drowned out by the pattering of his own footsteps, and the deep, quickened beat of his own heart. Neither of these two sounds was truly louder than the screams, and the alarms, and the blaring megaphones warning those still alive to stay indoors. But he needed to focus on something other than the danger around him in order to keep moving.

Kendrick rounded a street corner and skidded to a halt. In the middle of the street was one of them. A zombie, decayed maybe 20 years. Or longer, as the Undead Institution preserved their specimens well. Without thinking, Kendrick raised his pistol and shot multiple bullets into the walking corpse. It was hard to tell how many hit their target. Zombies didn’t bleed, they didn’t feel pain, and a small lead bullet wasn’t going to pierce anything they were actively using. But the undead reacted, as it slowly turned around to face him.

A pang of fear washed over Kendrick. He grabbed a second pistol strapped to his belt and fired it at the zombie instead. Magical blasts, difficult to see in the dark of night, slammed into the zombie, but the effect wasn’t much of an improvement. The force of the magical blast was enough to push the zombie around, but it left no lasting wound to defeat it.

If I had just waited longer to receive light magic pistols, this would be much easier, Kendrick thought. He shivered. Did he blindly run to his death? Did he lead his team to theirs?

The zombie ran forward in a broken gallop, as if it was merely trying to keep up with its weight falling forward. Kendrick aimed his gun with the physical bullets straight at its head. He waited, hands shaking and sweat running down his back. The zombie had its mouth wide open, jaw hanging further down than it physically should have, rotten teeth gnashing like a wild animal. He couldn’t take his eyes off the teeth.

When he could stand it no longer, Kendrick fired three rounds into the zombie’s face. There was no question about the damage done this time, as whatever was left of brain matter inside the undead’s cranium sprayed onto the road, and its upper jaw and nose were blown away. The zombie limply fell to the ground, seemingly defeated. Kendrick, barely holding the gun steady enough to fire another round if needed, watched the zombie for a long, long minute, ensuring that it really was dead for good.

When it became clear that the zombie would move no longer, Kendrick let out a long held breath. His legs became weak, and he feared he might collapse on top of the corpse. He stumbled over to the porch of a nearby house to steady himself.

In his many years of police work, Kendrick had seen many disturbing things. It was not the first time he had to shoot someone. It was not the first time he had seen human brains splattered over pavement. But he never had to face a foe unable to bleed. He never had to stare in the lifeless eyes of a monster a mere foot away from his face.

I’m losing awareness, Kendrick thought. He silently swore and took a quick look around himself. He was alone. Thank the gods, had another zombie been in the area, he wouldn’t have noticed until it was too late. The night wind silently blew the sweat from his face, leaving him shivering. It was hard to focus, but he couldn’t let his guard down.

A creak in the wooden porch startled him. Kendrick raised his gun, but there was no one around. He waited and listened, but couldn’t hear anything. Was it his imagination? He listened further, and very faintly could hear the sounds of stifled, frightened breathing.

Kendrick looked at the porch, and found a small opening near the small stairs leading up to it. It was too dark to see anything underneath, so he grabbed his flashlight hanging off his belt and turned it on. Hiding under the crook of the stairs was a small child, less than ten years of age by the looks of it. He had brown skin and black hair, typical of Shadowrian natives. His eyes were wide, crying onto his hands that were clasped over his mouth and nose in a desperate attempt to quiet his breathing.

“Here, come here,” Kendrick commanded, holding his arm out. The boy only seemed to shrink back further into the corner.

“Come on, we have to go!” Kendrick had no patience for the frightened child. He slipped under the porch himself, barely fitting, and grabbed the boy by the arm. He dragged the boy out like one would a mad cat, with just as much yowling.

“No! No! Go away!”

“Lilith’s tits kid, can’t you see I’m trying to help?” Despite his wailing, Kendrick was able to drag the kid out into the open and scoop him up into his arms. He was heavy, but fatherly instincts kicked in and gave Kendrick a newfound strength. He looked back at the direction he came. It was clear, and hopefully was crawling with police like him handling whatever undead was left.

He ran, with the boy no longer screaming but grasping around his neck for dear life. It shouldn’t be too long, Kendrick thought. Any minute now and I’ll see someone…

Something was chasing him. Kendrick twisted his neck in the boy’s grasp and saw a rotting beast, a dog perhaps, charging for him at full speed. Its neck was twisted at an odd angle, but its skeletal legs seemed to be working just fine. It was gaining on him faster than Kendrick could run.

Shit, shit! Kendrick tried to run faster but it was no use. A few seconds later and the undead dog leaped at him. Its claws caught on the back of Kendrick’s leg, tripping him to the ground. Kendrick protectively twisted his fall to avoid landing on the boy in his arms and successfully landed on his back. With his uninjured leg, he kicked at the undead hound, its claws swiping for another strike.

“Shit!” Kendrick continued his futile defense, unable to get up with the child clutching him for dear life and the hound inches away from his guts. But not moments later, he heard a distinctive barking sound. A large, black dog, this one with all its skin intact, slammed into the undead hound at full run, its neck caught between the dog’s jaws.

“Chief!” Kendrick turned his head to see a woman in uniform running towards him. He recognized the voice.

“Chief!” the woman repeated. “Are you alright?”

“No,” Kendrick groaned. “Help us up.”

It took some prying to get the child to let go of Kendrick, but they were able to get him to switch his clinging to the policewoman. With that, Kendrick stood up, careful to keep his weight off of his injured leg. The dog from before returned to his owner’s side and nuzzled his good leg, having finished eviscerating the remains of the undead hound.

“Good boy,” Kendrick said, patting the dog on the head.

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((I don't remember why I wrote this one.))

“Do you enjoy looking up at the stars, Adanna?” Ranthael craned his head up to the night sky. He sat with his knees raised and resting in his elbows, ankles crossed. Adanna often forgot he was the most powerful man in the universe. He acted like the boys back home, even the young ones.

She looked up to the sky herself before answering. “No,” she said. Ranthael turned his head to look at her. In her peripheral vision, she could tell it disappointed him. “It reminds me just how small we are in the universe,” she elaborated. “How insignificant.”

Ranthael let out a slight chuckle. “Oh, that’s uh… that’s why I like looking up at the stars. Being reminded of how small we really are, it’s humbling. Even as a god, there are still edges of the universe I’ve yet to explore. In fact, I doubt I’ve seen even a small fraction of what the universe has to offer.” He paused to look at her, but she was still looking up at the stars. “And still, it’s not entirely out of control. When I first came to this world, there was nothing but stars. And out of those stars, I created the planets and the moons… Maybe somewhere out there is another young god creating their own worlds.”

“Not all of us are gods,” Adanna sighed. “I look up and all I see are tiny blips of light. And I know those blips of light are massive piles of burning gas billions and billions of years away, because some stuffy scientist in a lab, and a dork in a scarf, said so. But I’ll never get to make anything of it, it’s just a blip of light to me. That’s all it’ll ever be.”

Ranthael didn’t respond, and just played with his scarf a bit. He leaned forward and rested his chin on his now hugged knees. Adanna could tell her answer upset him. Guess the guy really liked his stars.

“Constellations are pretty neat though.”

“…what’s your zodiac sign?”

“Oh… I don’t actually know…” Adanna said. “Since I just showed up on my Auntie’s doorstep… But I do celebrate my birthday on March 30th. It’s the date my Auntie took me.”

“Ah. A Cervos then. Extroverted, witty, imaginative… Sounds like you.”

“Cervos… that’s…?”

“The Earthen Deer.”

“Ooh, deers are cool.”

“I guess…” Ranthael could help but smirk a bit. “I kind of have a personal thing against them though. Knew this guy whose favorite animals were deer. Should have been a donkey, guy was a real ass.”

Adanna rolled onto her back in laughter. “Why didn’t you make that a zodiac? The donkey zodiac? Horoscope for the day: you’re still an ass.”

“Heh, you’re right. You know I do have the power to rearrange things. Let’s just fit a thirteenth constellation in.”

“Do it! Do it!”