- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- Multiple posts per day
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Sci-fi, modern, horror, a bit of dark romance stories.
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
'Anthem for Doomed Youth'
The city was at dawn. The sky glowed a deep orange, both from the setting sun and rapid fires. Skyscrapers were burning like massive lighthouses, while below the streets were covered in ash and dried blood. A battle had taken place between several armies. Each one different than the last if you were to search the bodies. Some had medieval swords, others massive assault rifles no ordinary human could carry, and the outfits and armor they wore showed a distinct lack of being from the same world.
Those who wore iron as protection likely fell victim to machine guns, nothing but easy targets with no way to defend themselves. But even those of more advanced weaponry seemed almost mutilated, with limbs cast off their bodies by great force. Something was horribly wrong on this planet. It would only get worse as time went on.
In one second, you are in your home world, doing something of great importance, or simply relaxing. Then, before you could blink, something flashed before your eyes. A bight neon green flash blinds you, and suddenly your body feels like it's falling. Gravity pulls your left, right and center, spinning you all around as the ground beneath your feet disappear.
As quickly as you leave your world, you enter a new one. As quickly as it began, your feet hit the ground as if you simply jumped only a few inches off it. However, the scenery has changed drastically, as now you stand alone in total darkness, your vision blinded by black. You can see faint figures of something, but they don't move. Touching them reveals they're... Office cubicles? The hell is this place? Something catches your attention before you can think anymore, a flash of light, but not the one that brought you here. Rather, it was like an explosion, as the fiery light glows around the office to give you a quick glimpse of it.
When you approach the window where it came from, you see what lays outside. A loooooooot of destruction. Outside is a city, similar to something like New York or Chicago, but, below on the streets are wrecked cars, fires burning away the buildings, and the sky pure blood red. It looks like hell invaded. What happened here? The more you look, the more you realize you're on the top floor of a massive skyscraper building complex.
And considering that explosion happened at the bottom of the building, and was powerful enough to shake the floor you were on........... Best get going down.
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