Mini-stories. Write and post! Any Genre!

by **Levtos** » Thu Mar 15, 2012 1:51 pm

'Alo! You may know me as a huge RP'er, but I also write small stories a lot. Well, i know many people love writing, so please, post your stories.

You should do small episodes, and string things out a bit. At the end of each week, I'll choose the best story, and they will have the full story up to that week on as the next post, so everyone can read it uninterrupted. The first week will not apply, because there's only one installation.

One big rule is that if things get.... Erotic, please try to keep it vague so the younger viewers and readers can stand it. Another is DON'T TROLL!!! I'll have a thread for reactions and discussions on the stories set up after three people have posted, discounting myself. Anyway, I'll be posting the first segment of my story: True Terror in a few, once I get the actual stuff fleshed out a bit. For 40k fans, this story will hit home in that little part of the brain that controls fear. After all, what sane person could keep their bowels when there's a wall of screeching doom bearing down upon their helpless lines?

True terror is a doomsday story about "what if" the Tyranids won? It will start as the real assault on the Imperium begins. The full Hive fleet, not just tendrils like Leviathan or Behemoth, is assaulting the Milky Way. Anyway, go ahead and post your self-written stories, and please, have fun!

by **GuardiansBane** » Thu Mar 15, 2012 4:52 pm

by **Conoga** » Thu Mar 15, 2012 4:54 pm

You know, there's this forum section called Arts & Fiction.

I think fiction goes there, but I'm not really sure.

by **JuNii** » Thu Mar 15, 2012 11:54 pm

Pt 1

Officer Ned Davis yawned as he looked into the gloom of the room he was standing guard in. Officer Vic Patterson looked over at his partner. "Some Gig huh?" he said, stiffing a yawn himself.
Davis nodded. "I still say it's a prank. who in their right mind sends a note to the homeowner announcing what they were going to steal and at what time?" Patterson nodded. "The Letter stated that the Jade Panther would be stolen tonight at 12:00 sharp... Some one got a lot of balls."
Davis stood up. "Need some coffee... want anything?"
Patterson shook his head. "it's 11:57 right now... I think the maid left a fresh pot down the hallway."
Davis laughed. "Well, I'm gonna drain the vein then grab a cup. so look sharp... the thief should be making their move soon."
Patterson laughed. "If he has the guts to show..."

Davis walked down the dark hallway and found the Restroom. after his business, he found a hot pot of coffee from the Household staff. He poured himself a cup and sighed as the hot liquid brought life to his tired muscles. in the distance, A grandfather clock chimed the midnight hour. Davis chuckled as he headed back to the art room where the theft would take place.
He entered the darkened room and squinted as he could barely make out the form of Patterson sitting in the chair. His hand fumbled for the light switch.

"Hey Patterson... did the thief sho..." his voice trailed off as the room was illuminated by the lights. the pedestal where the 3 ft high statue of a sitting panther was now empty, except for what looked like a card. "Shit, Patterson, what the hell..." he turned to face his partner. the coffee cup slid free from numb fingers.

Officer Patterson sat slumped in his chair. the front of his Uniform stained dark from the blood that dripped down from the slash in his throat.

+++

She moved through the San Fransisco Town house, the tool of her trade nestled carefully in her hands. she crept up the stairs slowly, so as not to alert anyone in the house. She slowly pushed the door leading to the basement open, her eyes searching for her target. There... the long, raven haired woman stood at the Kitchen sink, her back to the basement. Coffee cup in hand. The silent stalker took careful Aim as she centered the cross-hairs on the oblivious woman.

the sunlight seemed to cast an unearthly aura around her as she stared out into the back yard. an expectant expression on her face. Piper Halliwell took another sip from her coffee mug as she felt the energy gather behind her. the aura seemed to shrink down and form a figure standing behind her. Leo Wyatt orbed in and wrapped his arms around his fiancee. "Morning." he gently kissed Piper's neck Causing her to smile.

"Morning Leo." Piper murmured happily. Leo was the family's guardian angel... someone Piper fell in love with before she learned of his true nature. Leo, knowing that such things were forbidden to Whitelighters, was unable to stop himself from returning her feelings. "Any plans for today?" Piper asked as she turned to face her soon-to-be husband.

"The higher ups called me in for a meeting. So..." he trailed off as she started nibbling on his lower lip.

"Another assignment huh? you gotta form a union or something... you need a day off." Piper muttered.

Leo smiled. "you mean you want me to take a day off." he returned the kiss as the sound of a Click and a soft whir was heard. Piper sighed. "Prue!"

Prue Halliwell grinned as she stepped out of the basement. "Sorry Sis... I needed some photos on this roll and had one shot left... so..." she grinned at the pair. "Hey Leo." she grabbed her mug of Java and headed back to the basement where her darkroom was.

"Prue," Leo said as Prue retreated, leaving the lovers alone.

"now... where were we?" Piper said as they, again, found themselves alone.

"Sorry, got that meeting to go to... Apparently, there's a darklighter in town..."

"Let them send someone else." Piper interrupted. Leo smiled. "Sorry, but apparently, this one is extremely powerful."

"And they want the Charmed ones to do something about it?" Piper fumed. it had been two years since she and her two sisters found out that they were descendants of a line of powerful witches. the fabled 'Charmed Ones', destined to rid the world of demons and warlocks that threatened the innocent.

"actually, they don't know." Leo said. At Piper's raised eyebrow he shrugged. "Apparently, this Darklighter is powerful enough to hide enough of his presence even from the elder's eyes."

"You. Are. Not. To. Take. Him. On. Without. Us." Piper poked his chest, emphasizing her words.

"Yes Ma'am." Leo replied. he orbed out of the kitchen to where ever it is that angels go to.

"Be careful Leo." Piper sighed as her lover faded into the sunlight.

by **Levtos** » Fri Mar 16, 2012 9:46 am

The radio chatter was getting deafening. The increasingly frantic signals given and received by Regimental Command were truly something to be feared.

“THEY OVERRAN THE OUTER WALL!!!”

“They broke the door down with a single hit!!”

“WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!”

“God-Emperor save us!! THEY’RE GOING TO EAT US ALL!!”

All of the reports were correct, as these transmissions were from over three hundred installations all over the planet, confirming the Astropath’s prediction: the Tyranids had found Raef IV.

Immediately, the Guard mobilized to evacuate the population as best they could. The Tyranids had struck without warning, for the main Hive Fleet was at least four months away by Warp travel. This splinter fleet was already at their door, so Astropathic signal would be useless to get help.

The Navy sent out the largest fleet they could get going under the short timeframe and broke out through a weak point in the Tyranid fleet, and went for help. Even so, the nearest Astartes World or Forge World was almost two weeks away.

The Lord General planet-side decided that they were going to die, so he commanded every Guardsman not contributing to the evacuation to the Capitol City of Logar. By the third day, the Tyranids had already spread to horrific proportions, some cut-off settlements and towns being overwhelmed in less than an hour. The ‘nids simply rolled over the Imperial defense lines. Nothing could stop this millions-strong swarm. So far, nothing larger than a Carnifex had been seen, so the Capitol’s three Warlord titans and its five Warhound Scout titans could do major damage to any approaching horde.

Even so, the Lord General didn’t think they’d make it through this alive. The Tyranids had destroyed over sixty percent of his forces in less than a week. He had but three regiments, four armored companies, and five artillery regiments left to call his own. All told, he had slightly more than six thousand men to use in this defense. He also had a large group of PDF troopers numbering at least fifteen thousand, but no one seriously believed that once the shooting started, they’d be useful.

Besides, as Lord General Roph looked out at his forces from his suite up in the highest hive tower in the city, and then out towards the exterior of the Hive walls, swarming with what could only be a moving continent of screeching and violent death, he knew they were doomed.

The Artillery opened fire, and under any other circumstances, this would have caused a cheer to go up from the Guard ranks. Instead, they could only watch in horror as the holes blown in the horde were refilled as fast as they could be made. It was as if this was one living organism, intent on the consumption of every living thing on Raef. As the Tyranids leapt and charged across that open, barren field, the Guardsmen knew the true meaning of terror.

Genestealers, Hormagaunts, Termagaunts, Carnifexes, Warriors, all moved as one to eviscerate their foes. Not a ‘nid went down without another four taking its place. To the young PDF, who had never fought the Tyranids before, it seemed that every time the artillery fired, the swarm would get bigger. Thankfully, no flyers had come yet, so that was a tender mercy the Imperials allowed themselves to be grateful for.

In a way, this was true. More and more spores rained down, so the swarm simply grew faster than it could be killed off. By the time the Tyranids got less than a kilometer from the walls, they numbered close to fifty billion as a start. Truthfully, not even the Ecclesiarchy would attempt to raise morale, for every man, woman, or machine in the city knew that the situation was simple: fight or die. Running was an option that was impossible. Even the Commissars told their Guardsmen that if they wanted to, they could. They would not be shot, but the Tyranids would get them, undoubtedly.

As the swarm came ever closer, officers along the walls bellowed orders for their men. As one, the various lieutenants and sergeants bellowed out the order.

“OPEN FIRE!!!!!”

The dogs of war had been unleashed. The frightened Guardsmen unloaded their pent up emotion in every shot. Heavy Bolter Emplacements blitzed their fields of fire. Lascannon and Autocannon teams blasted anything bigger than a Warrior. Even snipers were taking shots at Synapse creatures that made too tempting a target. The accurate firepower was wasted, though, for every shot hit a Tyranid, such was the density of their numbers.

The desperate battle for Raef IV had begun

by **Levtos** » Sat Jun 16, 2012 10:38 am

Come on, people! There has to be more than just two creative writers on NationStates!

by **Levtos** » Sat Aug 18, 2012 1:16 am

Really...? Dont be shy. It's not like you'll be made fun of. Actually, you'd be showing guts to be putting your work out when others wont.

by **Mexican Liberation** » Sat Aug 18, 2012 1:23 am

Levtos wrote:'True terror is a doomsday story about "what if" the Tyranids won? It will start as the real assault on the Imperium begins. The full Hive fleet, not just tendrils like Leviathan or Behemoth, is assaulting the Milky Way. Anyway, go ahead and post your self-written stories, and please, have fun!

Haha,you call that a horror story..er I mean,sounds interesting,maybe I'll join :blush:

by **Mexican Liberation** » Sat Aug 18, 2012 1:28 am

Comming Soon

(I got chills just by brainstorming,or is it something else?

)

by **Brodem** » Sat Aug 18, 2012 6:15 pm

I wrote this a couple months ago for a writing workshop. Hope you like it.

There Are No Echoes in a Vacuum
https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id ... QEMxOT65tw

by **Generex** » Sat Aug 18, 2012 7:36 pm

Brodem wrote:I wrote this a couple months ago for a writing workshop. Hope you like it.

There Are No Echoes in a Vacuum
https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id ... QEMxOT65tw

That actually was quite interesting

When I have some extra time, I might try my hands at writing (despite the fact that I haven't read that many books...)

by **Volmachtia** » Sun Aug 19, 2012 8:51 pm

A little bit of my short story, a flashback from a man born on Mars about a traumatic time in his childhood.

They stepped outside the bunker and looked upon the plains of Fortune Fossae. Uncle Dooley's bunker was buried into the side of a small crater and hid by a little ridge of sand he had dug up- to any distant observer, it would look like there was nothing there but the crater itself.

The ridge did still have to be protected; a lot of desperate travelers came to craters looking for signs of ice-nomads, men that dug inside the impact pits for water and sold it to poor, outlying settlements without moisture farm tech. They often begged to join and serve them in exchange for water. Many came looking to rob the nomads, too, so the family had to have its guard up in case thugs showed up.

"Ain't worth half a damn to come looking for water here. This crater's dry as Arizona summer." Rudy said, nodding to himself. Hopefully, all the supplies they needed were stored inside the bunker, but if there was no water left, the crater couldn't give any.

"Don't mean no desperate folk won't give us a knock." Michael Clarke replied, distantly, peering up at the stars. Deimos hung in the sky, faint and dull. Phobos lay near the horizon, glittering with the shipyard docks and apartments dug into its bulk. He thumbed the revolver grip absentmindedly.

"When do ya reckon the war'll end?" Rudy mused, not really asking for an answer. Michael shrugged.
"With Papa out there, not much longer." They both laughed. Rudy stopped, started patting around his coat and drew out a little boxy heater. He set it down and huddled in front of it. Michael looked across the plain and withdrew, taking a seat by the heater as well.

They sat there for some time, thinking, icy breath puffing out of their masks. Rudy began to settle in, finding a comfortable niche in between a couple of rocks and dark soil with a patch of lichen. He tipped back his hat. Michael stared at him for a moment before saying, "We're supposed to be on watch."

"I am watchin', keep a lid on it." He snorted, pawing at the Michael before turning over and tipping his hat over his face.
A few minutes later, Michael began to drift off too. His eyes widened a bit when he picked out the sound of an engine in the distance. His ears perked up and he rose, jostling a protesting Rudy. Maybe… maybe it was Papa, or Dooley's friend Kenneth with a load of eggs. But it was the middle of the night.

He crawled to the lip of the ridge, fingers clenching on the grip of the revolver. Rudy clasped his hand and slapped him on the side of the head.

"Pa ain't trained us to kill someone soon as we see 'em, ya trigger-jerk." Michael shook off his brother's clamp, drawing the gun, and sneered.
"Papa ain't told us to trust someone coming in the middle of the night, no less." Rudy released Michael and held his hands up as if in a mock plea of innocence.

by **Nanatsu no Tsuki** » Sun Aug 19, 2012 10:01 pm

I wrote this a few years ago (2007, I think). It's a drabble I made for a Livejournal competition. It didn't win, but I had a little fun writing it.

The short story (and it's quite short), is based off an original paring I made for a roleplay community, but based on the manga/anime Loveless. The characters are DeeDee and Ayame, a team know as Skinless. In the story she's yet to come aware of who she is, but he (Ayame) is lurking in the shadows, witnessing a very private moment between DeeDee and her piano.

by **Levtos** » Mon Oct 29, 2012 1:15 pm

Well, bravo to those stories! I apologise for my absence. I have been quite busy trying to get an actual job, and re-earn my High School Diploma. Some idiot destroyed the paper evidence, and they hadn't the chance to place me into the database, so I have to go to Adult School at 18 and work my arse off AGAIN to get what I JUST worked my arse off to get the FIRST time!!

by **New Waterford** » Wed Oct 31, 2012 8:58 am

This is a short story I put together in about an hour. I hope you enjoy it.

King Albert carefully observed the seemingly endless pattern of fields, and the distant capital city of Ballycleet, that could be seen from the second floor balcony of his castle at the summit of Mount Kintrone, from which legend says the four corners of his kingdom could be seen on a clear day. Presently, however, the winter winds from the north had brought a blanket of thick fog over Foldania. This was unfortunate for the King. The Foldanian government had had a bit of a quarrel with the neighbouring Empire of Klomova. This resulted in a declaration of war by the Emperor of Klomova, and the threat of an invasion. Klomovan troops could penetrate Foldania’s borders at any time. Albert had hoped to get a clear view of the boundary between the two realms should the Klomovan Army proceed with the attack, but it appeared that the weather was not in his favour. The King sighed, and went downstairs for a cup of the finest tea imported from his Southern Colonies to calm his nerves.

Ten minutes later, the sky began to clear. Albert hastily went to the balcony to see if he could see the Klomovan border. It was then that he realised that his worst fears had become reality. Along the horizon he could see troops advancing towards the mountain. The forces were so tightly packed together that they looked like a wave of khaki slowly engulfing the land. By now they were about a mile inland, and were only 10 miles from the capital.
The King ran to the telephone, and phoned the Ministry of Defence.

“Hello, Your Majesty?” said the raspy voice of General Gregory MacAdams, the Head of the Foldanian Armed Forces.

“Klomovan troops are invading our territory, General. They’re only 10 miles from Ballycleet. I need you to protect the capital, send all available units to the Klomovan frontier, and for God’s sake don’t let them advance any further.”

Albert promptly hung up. He walked back to the balcony, mopping his brow. He could faintly hear the footsteps of the enemy marching west of the border.

After looking on, as if in shock, for a few seconds, he went downstairs, stepped outside and got in the car that awaited him, which drove off into the sunset, in order to flee the terror that was approaching the mountain.

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