07-02-2012, 04:04 AM
My dream is to be a published author, I write many short stories but rarely finish, here is the most reason one, a group of legionaries enter "The Ethereal" an endless spectral forest filled with demons who want nothing less then there mortal flesh, the story is of there struggle to return home, battling many nightmarish beings, as well as their very sanity. Please tell me what you think of the small amount I have so far.
"Alexander! though my beaten eyes never have deceived me, I spot an ominous figure approaching!"
Alexander looked not towards the figure, for busily he buried his blade into the flesh of the Germanic brute whom he dueled. When the Barbarian laid still and cold upon the forest floor, Alexander finally looked to were his deacanus had indicated. A mammoth of a being slunk to the men. The creature look not of any man nor beast any of them had before sighted. The creature halted, the legionaries stood still in awe at the being, it startled them as two glowing red lights like the very flames of hell itself became eliminated upon the mass. Suddenly it let out the sound of ten thousand children being slaughtered and deafened our ears. The soldiers all collapsed, all senses rendered useless other than the taste of blood filling their mouths. All the warriors could see was a vale of pure white, as it faded away, there senses slowly returned to them, they heard the sound of a raven's ominous caw as the wind blew through trees, they felt the moist grass against there faces as well as the unusually cold sting of the air; finally, as they began to open their eyes, they saw the massive expanse of forest before them, the colors all darkened, trees almost black, as well as a sky a dark and frightening purple. The men knew not where they where, one thing, though try as they might to deny it, was true:
"Alexander! though my beaten eyes never have deceived me, I spot an ominous figure approaching!"
Alexander looked not towards the figure, for busily he buried his blade into the flesh of the Germanic brute whom he dueled. When the Barbarian laid still and cold upon the forest floor, Alexander finally looked to were his deacanus had indicated. A mammoth of a being slunk to the men. The creature look not of any man nor beast any of them had before sighted. The creature halted, the legionaries stood still in awe at the being, it startled them as two glowing red lights like the very flames of hell itself became eliminated upon the mass. Suddenly it let out the sound of ten thousand children being slaughtered and deafened our ears. The soldiers all collapsed, all senses rendered useless other than the taste of blood filling their mouths. All the warriors could see was a vale of pure white, as it faded away, there senses slowly returned to them, they heard the sound of a raven's ominous caw as the wind blew through trees, they felt the moist grass against there faces as well as the unusually cold sting of the air; finally, as they began to open their eyes, they saw the massive expanse of forest before them, the colors all darkened, trees almost black, as well as a sky a dark and frightening purple. The men knew not where they where, one thing, though try as they might to deny it, was true:
They were no longer in any area of Rome, or of the very planet itself.
