Globe of Fire : Chapter 1
Hello again everyone. This story is all about the aftermath of global warming. But with a bit of fantasy chucked in. I have turned this story into a full novel and since you started reading it, I thought I would put the first chapter up for you to read. it has changed a bit since last time.
GLOBE OF FIRE
Chapter 1
The World As It Is
The fires were burning at full power. The sun blazed down over the lands that were once the lands of cowards and people of lost thought. The dreams of the people are dead. No, not dead, but forgotten. Lost in the burning flames that these men have started. There is no more grass that grows in this wasteland. Waste of land. It is like armageddon, only God and the Devil are nowhere in sight. Most people no longer believe in God or the Devil or whatever any other religion told them to believe in. How could they exist if their world kept burning? Their world is "Hell" now. God has abandoned them. They must fix this themselves. If they can......
Haywhen is a Father, a Brother, a Son and a Husband. He lives on the outskirts of a state now known as "Telence". The state of legend and of fatality. His house, if you call a bunch of old fridges and washing machines welded together a home, is well disguised and protected by the paint of a legendary tree known as "Fatal". It's the protection he needs against the "Tree Huggers" and "New Age Fellow Hippies". Although, there are barely any trees left for them to hug. Unless they all moved to the state of "Sallenbugg". The only state left with trees still growing. The place where the soil is moist and the greenhouses' are full. The flowers bloom in spring and the grass is greener than it has ever been before. But alas, they can't move there. Otherwise they would be killed by the "Cargers" that rule that tiny land of hope.
The desolate state of Telence is home to no plant life except one massive tree. The tree Fatal. This cursed strip of land is home to barely any other life as well. The "Modern Barbarians" invaded the state two years ago. And the only thing they hunt is other humans. The state known as "New Hamp Tilla" is the homeland of the Modern Barbarians. They have attacked all other states - and not always successfully - on this continent once known as Australia. They have attacked all of the eight states but only over-run Telence and "Gailfor" which are the east coast states. And they tried to take Sallenbugg, which is located at the tip of the north point (east coast) of the country once known as the beautiful tropic land of North Queensland, but were quickly defeated by the Cargers. No one can get within a mile of the border of that land. The only state that borders Sallenbugg is Telence. New Hamp Tilla is located on the island to the south once known as Tasmania.
And now the other four states. "Senta" is a small state located in the north-west and is full of punk's. "Farmil" is the largest state in the country and home to the New Age Fellow Hippies and Tree Huggers. It is located to the west. And they are usually fighting with the punk's as usual. "Pimen" is located to the south-west and is a state full of people that want only peace. "Legland" is the central state and home to anyone who wants to live there. It has no government. But it is mainly home to the Aboriginals.
The continent is now reffered to by the rest of the burning world as "Carpentare". But that is a name used mainly by politicians. The true leaders of the world, average joes and poverty induced people, refer to it as "The Desolate Playround".
All the countries in this hellbound new order world have their own stories; some worse than this and some a hell of a lot better. Let me bring you up to speed on this flaming globe......
The islands of New Zealand are no longer the beautiful lands they were once known for. It is now known as "The Islands Of Fire". The population is down to five-hundred thousand. The Maori's tried to take back their land when the first fires in the North Island were started. The war between the native's and the New Zealander's was massive with many deaths. The UN and Australia tried to step in but got too distracted when there was speculation of a war between China and India. The Maori's took back the South Island and now live there with all the New Zealander's living on the North Island. They occasionally take a swipe at each other but now live in peace. They're usually too busy looking for food or building huts to live in.
Haywhen's brother, Roxol, is living on the North Island and trying to get back home across the Tasman sea to The Desolate Playground. New Zealand is nearly dead. Wiped of the map. Forgotten. There is barely any sea life or animals on the land left to eat. Many have turned to cannibalism. This is a nation cut off from the rest of the world.
The clock known as Big Ben is now just a memory. The hands of it now hang in the chambers of the New Queen. The New Queen has no royale blood flowing through her veins. She killed all the bloodlines of the now forgotten royale family. She has taken refuge in the halls of Oxford University. The country England is now under control by a family of German descent. England has been forgotten, but Wales and Scotland are at war with the once respected motherland. The country England is now known to the rest of the world as "Bludgeoned Land".
The United States Of America is at war with Canada. But America's army is not as strong as it once was. After the second civil war the army was nearly wiped out. Canada wanted more land and decided to attack while they were weak. America has built a great wall along their borders to stop the attack, but Canada has already started to invade. They have taken the states once known as Maine, New York, Rhode Island, Massachusetts, Connecticut and New Hampshire which are now part of the new Canada. So America built the wall along the border of Pennsylvania. But there is one very big gap in the wall. They couldn't build the wall over the water of Lake Erle. They had ran out of stone: so the one weakness is the gap between Detroit and Cleveland.
All of the American cities have been raised to the ground. Most people take refuge in the states of Colorado And Kentucky. Or as they're known now, "Bertil" and "Quonil". For a short while there was a town in America where the grass still grew. The town of Rock Hill located in the north of South Carolina. But Canada heard about it and became extremely jealous. They sent the only two bombing planes left in the western world and bombed that town to the core of the Earth. That town is now known as "The Black Crater".
All the people that have lost hope walk to the state of "Justal" (Florida) and head south to the former city of Miami. Now known as "Fagel". Then they take the very few boats down to the Bahamas. They will spend the rest of their short lives in those deserted radiation filled islands. Canada is burnt to a crisp and is now known to the world as "Black Dirt Wasteland". America is down to a population of five million and known as "The Fallen Land" to the globe of fire.
The deserts of Iran is now home to young North Korean refugee's. North Korea was taken by South Korea and is now only home to people of South Korean descent. They have combined the two countries and it is once again known as Korea. The whole population of Iran was wiped out when the King of Iraq, Kalatran Famalia, bombed them because the leader of Iran raped and killed his wife. The land is bare with no sign of life except the four-hundred or so huts scattered through-out the deserts of short life. You can no longer tell where the border of Iran stops and the border of Iraq starts. It is just one big hot desert. Deserted lands. Iran has gone back to its original name of Persia with a population of seven-hundred. Iraq's name is now "The Bare Lands" and has a population of two-hundred. They are all bounty hunters and of different race. There are only fifty true Iraqi's left and the only thing they take bountys for is food or a new fuel named "Fible Troga".
China's population is down to five-hundred million. They've lost many men and women and children in their on-going war with India. People call it "the billion men war". Five-hundred million men from China marched on five-hundred million men from India. The hundreds of millions of bodies still lay untouched in the forests of the still thriving Burma. Millions more lay on the border of India and China. But most of them lay in the wasteland once known as Nepal. The thing that no one can explain is that millions upon millions of sunflowers now grow in that failing land. Both of these nations are considered to be the only two "superpower" nations left on Earth. Everyone on India's side refers to China as "Bad Legs Power" and everyone on China's side refers to India as "Pathetic poverty driven super government".
India dropped atom bombs all over Ireland. They blew that tiny island to the sea. It would have happened to England too, if they were on China's side. The population of Ireland is now four. And all of them are martyrs. They're trying to create the worlds first martyr-only nation. But the radiation of that land will give them throbbing tumors in their heads so they can finally die for their beliefs. They suffer for their beliefs and this is the end of martyrology. Ireland is now known as "M".
Japan has returned to the days of the samurai and low technology. They have declared war on the flailing nation of "Fengurt". Or as it was formally known, France. Japan sent many a samurai to the far off land of Fengurt. They took half of the nation, including Paris (now known as "New Kyoto"), with-in a matter of weeks. Most of the Fengurt people have fled over the border to "Polyland" (Spain). But there is a rumour that Japan will attack Polyland as well. Japan is wiping Fengurt from history. Although, history is no longer recorded and all other history is forgotten. Japan will re-name Fengurt "Mariyamo" if they win this war. But Japan has a problem, a group of Cargers have apparently been born in the heart of New Kyoto and on the attack. As well as China sending in extra troops to help the failing nation of Fengurt. But that just might be a bit too late.
That is only a tiny bit of the trouble the world is in. Every country has its own story, but this is only one of those stories and it is the story of Haywhen. This is now considered to be the only history of the new world, well at least some of it. All the lands bar a few are scorched and rotting. There is barely any lands of hope left, and the biggest of them are the beautiful lands of Sallenbugg and Burma.
Haywhen was sitting in his metal house with his son waiting for the return of his best friend of the past thirty years. The tiny house has a lot of secret compartments thanks to the insides of the fridges and very few washing machines. The place's were Haywhen keeps all of his memories of the old world. His son was playing on the ground with a few toys his father made for him out of the wood of the tree Fatal.
It was several hours before Silga returned bearing a petrified face.
"What is it Silga? What is frightening you?" said Haywhen sharply.
"I...... The pa...... Hippies.... Com.." is all that Sigla could get out.
"What's the matter Sigla!" yelled Haywhen. His son was getting scared. He wished he was home with his Mum and sisters. And in secret, his strong new dad.
"The Paint" said Silga as he calmed himself down. "The Paint is fading and the hippies can see the house! They're coming Haywhen...... They will kill us all!".
"Shit". Haywhen got up and looked out of the tiny window facing east. Silga was right, about three-hundred hippies were running down a burnt and rotting hill in the distance.
"Quickly follow me" said Haywhen. He moved over to the west side of the house and opened a little secret hatch. He let his son climb out first, then Silga and then he jumped out last.
They were lying down in the black burnt bushes beside the house looking to see if there were any hippies to the west. But the close was clear. Haywhen looked at his son's scared face, he couldn't help it, he started crying.
"This is no time to cry, Haywhen. What do we do?" said Silga.
Haywhen wiped his eyes and quickly got up and picked up his son, "Come on Silga, we have to run now".
"To Narhale?" asked Silga.
"That's the only thing I can think of".
"Okay then".
They got out of the bushes and ran over to the nearby path that is made of fallen ash. They started to run west for about one-hundred meters and then stopped and turned around.
The hippies were already at his house and it was burning. All the memories he had of the old world were now burnt to a crisp: photo's, drawings, books; they were now all lost to the wind. One of the hippies, who looked like the leader of the pack and was wearing blue jeans and a torn APEC shirt, could faintly see Haywhen and his company out in the dark distance. Haywhen nearly fell over when he heard the power of this man's voice,
"UP AHEAD, THE DIRTY BOGERS ARE UP AHEAD. TO THE PATH, AFTER THEM! KILL THEM!"
About one-hundred of the hippies took to the path and started to run a lot faster than Haywhen thought was possible. Haywhen did what he only knew he could do, he turned and started to run. Silga was already ten foot in front of him.
Five hundred meters up the path they stopped and turned around once again. The hippies were all sitting on the ground resting, but they were only fifty meters away.
"They can only run short distances. They thought they could catch us before they needed a break. But it seems fear can give you some power" said Haywhen to a tired and unfit Silga.
Haywhen looked over to his right at a large blown-up concrete building. He thought it looked like a run down old Target shop. He looked up at the grey concrete when he saw some movement on the roof. Very faintly the shape of a man could be seen.
"Move about twenty meters up the path and stand still!" they heard the shaded man yell.
"We can't, there are hippies after us" yelled back Silga.
"You idiot Silga, look above you. This guy is going to help us" said Haywhen in a whisper.
"Okay, we're moving" yelled Silga. They moved back twenty meters and Silga looked up at what Haywhen had already seen.
He saw a very large round column of grey concrete suspended by about fifty thick ropes. It looked liked it weighed a tonne. Some knid of magic must be helping it stay up. They had been running up hill which is very lucky for them.
The hippies got up and started running again. When they were about thirty feet away Haywhen looked over at the run down grey shop and saw the strange man make one very powerful movement. The movement of a sword slash.
BANG! The stone column hit the ground and started rolling down the path. The hippies froze with fear as the concrete column rolled nearer.
Every hippie was crushed to death. The sound Haywhen heard was like a bulldozer rolling over a very large open grave that was full of bones. Crack, crack and the path was now red ash. Like it just erupted from a volcano. Except this is gooey ash, running ash, Dead Man's Ash.
The cement column picked up speed and continued down the path. As it got faster it lost control and veered off the path towards the south.
Haywhen looked back towards his right and saw the man from Target running over towards them. With-in two minutes he was standing right next to them.
He was a punk from Senta. He's hair style is a green mohawk, his clothes are black pants, white belt and a Ramones T-Shirt.
"I got rid of them bloody hippies for you, didn't I?" said the strange punk. Silga couldn't stop looking at his samurai sword and his various tattoo's.
"You like my sword? I heard that they use them again over in Japan. The greatest swords in the world. Well, the ones that are made well. Like this one". Haywhen looked back over at the Target shop the punk came from. There was some movement happening on the first floor.
"Bogers!", it was more hippies.
"Oh, shit" said Haywhen. "Time to go".
The punk looked back over towards the beat down shop, "My home for the past year, that shop has been. My memories were there, but they are not mine anymore". He looked back at Haywhen and shook his up and down. "I am coming with you" said the punk. Haywhen nodded.
They looked west and started running once again. The weather was overcast today and Haywhen was pleading to the skys to make it rain. Maybe then they would get some cover and be able to slip out of sight. But it hadn't rained once in ten years. The hippies were running about one-hundred meters back and gaining ground every second.
Haywhen thought he felt a drop of water fall on his face, but forgot about it because he wanted it to rain. His mind was just playing tricks on him. But then, to Haywhen's suprise, it started to rain. It came down hard and fast on Haywhen's dirty face. He didn't notice, but he was laughing. He was laughing for the first time in years. It brought back memories of the old world. When he was a kid and had his first kiss with his girlfriend it was raining. When he's first child was born it was raining. When he was happy, it was raining.
The hippies had vanished from sight, but they were still near.
Silga was thinking, I hope no hippies are in front of us.
Haywhen was thinking, what's my ex-wife going to think?
The punk was thinking, what am I gonna eat for dinner tonight?
All three of them kept on running. They couldn't see a foot in front of them. The rain was too heavy and it was dark. So they ran on, not knowing what was waiting the next foot away. They kept on running into the dark unknown......
GLOBE OF FIRE
Chapter 1
The World As It Is
The fires were burning at full power. The sun blazed down over the lands that were once the lands of cowards and people of lost thought. The dreams of the people are dead. No, not dead, but forgotten. Lost in the burning flames that these men have started. There is no more grass that grows in this wasteland. Waste of land. It is like armageddon, only God and the Devil are nowhere in sight. Most people no longer believe in God or the Devil or whatever any other religion told them to believe in. How could they exist if their world kept burning? Their world is "Hell" now. God has abandoned them. They must fix this themselves. If they can......
Haywhen is a Father, a Brother, a Son and a Husband. He lives on the outskirts of a state now known as "Telence". The state of legend and of fatality. His house, if you call a bunch of old fridges and washing machines welded together a home, is well disguised and protected by the paint of a legendary tree known as "Fatal". It's the protection he needs against the "Tree Huggers" and "New Age Fellow Hippies". Although, there are barely any trees left for them to hug. Unless they all moved to the state of "Sallenbugg". The only state left with trees still growing. The place where the soil is moist and the greenhouses' are full. The flowers bloom in spring and the grass is greener than it has ever been before. But alas, they can't move there. Otherwise they would be killed by the "Cargers" that rule that tiny land of hope.
The desolate state of Telence is home to no plant life except one massive tree. The tree Fatal. This cursed strip of land is home to barely any other life as well. The "Modern Barbarians" invaded the state two years ago. And the only thing they hunt is other humans. The state known as "New Hamp Tilla" is the homeland of the Modern Barbarians. They have attacked all other states - and not always successfully - on this continent once known as Australia. They have attacked all of the eight states but only over-run Telence and "Gailfor" which are the east coast states. And they tried to take Sallenbugg, which is located at the tip of the north point (east coast) of the country once known as the beautiful tropic land of North Queensland, but were quickly defeated by the Cargers. No one can get within a mile of the border of that land. The only state that borders Sallenbugg is Telence. New Hamp Tilla is located on the island to the south once known as Tasmania.
And now the other four states. "Senta" is a small state located in the north-west and is full of punk's. "Farmil" is the largest state in the country and home to the New Age Fellow Hippies and Tree Huggers. It is located to the west. And they are usually fighting with the punk's as usual. "Pimen" is located to the south-west and is a state full of people that want only peace. "Legland" is the central state and home to anyone who wants to live there. It has no government. But it is mainly home to the Aboriginals.
The continent is now reffered to by the rest of the burning world as "Carpentare". But that is a name used mainly by politicians. The true leaders of the world, average joes and poverty induced people, refer to it as "The Desolate Playround".
All the countries in this hellbound new order world have their own stories; some worse than this and some a hell of a lot better. Let me bring you up to speed on this flaming globe......
The islands of New Zealand are no longer the beautiful lands they were once known for. It is now known as "The Islands Of Fire". The population is down to five-hundred thousand. The Maori's tried to take back their land when the first fires in the North Island were started. The war between the native's and the New Zealander's was massive with many deaths. The UN and Australia tried to step in but got too distracted when there was speculation of a war between China and India. The Maori's took back the South Island and now live there with all the New Zealander's living on the North Island. They occasionally take a swipe at each other but now live in peace. They're usually too busy looking for food or building huts to live in.
Haywhen's brother, Roxol, is living on the North Island and trying to get back home across the Tasman sea to The Desolate Playground. New Zealand is nearly dead. Wiped of the map. Forgotten. There is barely any sea life or animals on the land left to eat. Many have turned to cannibalism. This is a nation cut off from the rest of the world.
The clock known as Big Ben is now just a memory. The hands of it now hang in the chambers of the New Queen. The New Queen has no royale blood flowing through her veins. She killed all the bloodlines of the now forgotten royale family. She has taken refuge in the halls of Oxford University. The country England is now under control by a family of German descent. England has been forgotten, but Wales and Scotland are at war with the once respected motherland. The country England is now known to the rest of the world as "Bludgeoned Land".
The United States Of America is at war with Canada. But America's army is not as strong as it once was. After the second civil war the army was nearly wiped out. Canada wanted more land and decided to attack while they were weak. America has built a great wall along their borders to stop the attack, but Canada has already started to invade. They have taken the states once known as Maine, New York, Rhode Island, Massachusetts, Connecticut and New Hampshire which are now part of the new Canada. So America built the wall along the border of Pennsylvania. But there is one very big gap in the wall. They couldn't build the wall over the water of Lake Erle. They had ran out of stone: so the one weakness is the gap between Detroit and Cleveland.
All of the American cities have been raised to the ground. Most people take refuge in the states of Colorado And Kentucky. Or as they're known now, "Bertil" and "Quonil". For a short while there was a town in America where the grass still grew. The town of Rock Hill located in the north of South Carolina. But Canada heard about it and became extremely jealous. They sent the only two bombing planes left in the western world and bombed that town to the core of the Earth. That town is now known as "The Black Crater".
All the people that have lost hope walk to the state of "Justal" (Florida) and head south to the former city of Miami. Now known as "Fagel". Then they take the very few boats down to the Bahamas. They will spend the rest of their short lives in those deserted radiation filled islands. Canada is burnt to a crisp and is now known to the world as "Black Dirt Wasteland". America is down to a population of five million and known as "The Fallen Land" to the globe of fire.
The deserts of Iran is now home to young North Korean refugee's. North Korea was taken by South Korea and is now only home to people of South Korean descent. They have combined the two countries and it is once again known as Korea. The whole population of Iran was wiped out when the King of Iraq, Kalatran Famalia, bombed them because the leader of Iran raped and killed his wife. The land is bare with no sign of life except the four-hundred or so huts scattered through-out the deserts of short life. You can no longer tell where the border of Iran stops and the border of Iraq starts. It is just one big hot desert. Deserted lands. Iran has gone back to its original name of Persia with a population of seven-hundred. Iraq's name is now "The Bare Lands" and has a population of two-hundred. They are all bounty hunters and of different race. There are only fifty true Iraqi's left and the only thing they take bountys for is food or a new fuel named "Fible Troga".
China's population is down to five-hundred million. They've lost many men and women and children in their on-going war with India. People call it "the billion men war". Five-hundred million men from China marched on five-hundred million men from India. The hundreds of millions of bodies still lay untouched in the forests of the still thriving Burma. Millions more lay on the border of India and China. But most of them lay in the wasteland once known as Nepal. The thing that no one can explain is that millions upon millions of sunflowers now grow in that failing land. Both of these nations are considered to be the only two "superpower" nations left on Earth. Everyone on India's side refers to China as "Bad Legs Power" and everyone on China's side refers to India as "Pathetic poverty driven super government".
India dropped atom bombs all over Ireland. They blew that tiny island to the sea. It would have happened to England too, if they were on China's side. The population of Ireland is now four. And all of them are martyrs. They're trying to create the worlds first martyr-only nation. But the radiation of that land will give them throbbing tumors in their heads so they can finally die for their beliefs. They suffer for their beliefs and this is the end of martyrology. Ireland is now known as "M".
Japan has returned to the days of the samurai and low technology. They have declared war on the flailing nation of "Fengurt". Or as it was formally known, France. Japan sent many a samurai to the far off land of Fengurt. They took half of the nation, including Paris (now known as "New Kyoto"), with-in a matter of weeks. Most of the Fengurt people have fled over the border to "Polyland" (Spain). But there is a rumour that Japan will attack Polyland as well. Japan is wiping Fengurt from history. Although, history is no longer recorded and all other history is forgotten. Japan will re-name Fengurt "Mariyamo" if they win this war. But Japan has a problem, a group of Cargers have apparently been born in the heart of New Kyoto and on the attack. As well as China sending in extra troops to help the failing nation of Fengurt. But that just might be a bit too late.
That is only a tiny bit of the trouble the world is in. Every country has its own story, but this is only one of those stories and it is the story of Haywhen. This is now considered to be the only history of the new world, well at least some of it. All the lands bar a few are scorched and rotting. There is barely any lands of hope left, and the biggest of them are the beautiful lands of Sallenbugg and Burma.
Haywhen was sitting in his metal house with his son waiting for the return of his best friend of the past thirty years. The tiny house has a lot of secret compartments thanks to the insides of the fridges and very few washing machines. The place's were Haywhen keeps all of his memories of the old world. His son was playing on the ground with a few toys his father made for him out of the wood of the tree Fatal.
It was several hours before Silga returned bearing a petrified face.
"What is it Silga? What is frightening you?" said Haywhen sharply.
"I...... The pa...... Hippies.... Com.." is all that Sigla could get out.
"What's the matter Sigla!" yelled Haywhen. His son was getting scared. He wished he was home with his Mum and sisters. And in secret, his strong new dad.
"The Paint" said Silga as he calmed himself down. "The Paint is fading and the hippies can see the house! They're coming Haywhen...... They will kill us all!".
"Shit". Haywhen got up and looked out of the tiny window facing east. Silga was right, about three-hundred hippies were running down a burnt and rotting hill in the distance.
"Quickly follow me" said Haywhen. He moved over to the west side of the house and opened a little secret hatch. He let his son climb out first, then Silga and then he jumped out last.
They were lying down in the black burnt bushes beside the house looking to see if there were any hippies to the west. But the close was clear. Haywhen looked at his son's scared face, he couldn't help it, he started crying.
"This is no time to cry, Haywhen. What do we do?" said Silga.
Haywhen wiped his eyes and quickly got up and picked up his son, "Come on Silga, we have to run now".
"To Narhale?" asked Silga.
"That's the only thing I can think of".
"Okay then".
They got out of the bushes and ran over to the nearby path that is made of fallen ash. They started to run west for about one-hundred meters and then stopped and turned around.
The hippies were already at his house and it was burning. All the memories he had of the old world were now burnt to a crisp: photo's, drawings, books; they were now all lost to the wind. One of the hippies, who looked like the leader of the pack and was wearing blue jeans and a torn APEC shirt, could faintly see Haywhen and his company out in the dark distance. Haywhen nearly fell over when he heard the power of this man's voice,
"UP AHEAD, THE DIRTY BOGERS ARE UP AHEAD. TO THE PATH, AFTER THEM! KILL THEM!"
About one-hundred of the hippies took to the path and started to run a lot faster than Haywhen thought was possible. Haywhen did what he only knew he could do, he turned and started to run. Silga was already ten foot in front of him.
Five hundred meters up the path they stopped and turned around once again. The hippies were all sitting on the ground resting, but they were only fifty meters away.
"They can only run short distances. They thought they could catch us before they needed a break. But it seems fear can give you some power" said Haywhen to a tired and unfit Silga.
Haywhen looked over to his right at a large blown-up concrete building. He thought it looked like a run down old Target shop. He looked up at the grey concrete when he saw some movement on the roof. Very faintly the shape of a man could be seen.
"Move about twenty meters up the path and stand still!" they heard the shaded man yell.
"We can't, there are hippies after us" yelled back Silga.
"You idiot Silga, look above you. This guy is going to help us" said Haywhen in a whisper.
"Okay, we're moving" yelled Silga. They moved back twenty meters and Silga looked up at what Haywhen had already seen.
He saw a very large round column of grey concrete suspended by about fifty thick ropes. It looked liked it weighed a tonne. Some knid of magic must be helping it stay up. They had been running up hill which is very lucky for them.
The hippies got up and started running again. When they were about thirty feet away Haywhen looked over at the run down grey shop and saw the strange man make one very powerful movement. The movement of a sword slash.
BANG! The stone column hit the ground and started rolling down the path. The hippies froze with fear as the concrete column rolled nearer.
Every hippie was crushed to death. The sound Haywhen heard was like a bulldozer rolling over a very large open grave that was full of bones. Crack, crack and the path was now red ash. Like it just erupted from a volcano. Except this is gooey ash, running ash, Dead Man's Ash.
The cement column picked up speed and continued down the path. As it got faster it lost control and veered off the path towards the south.
Haywhen looked back towards his right and saw the man from Target running over towards them. With-in two minutes he was standing right next to them.
He was a punk from Senta. He's hair style is a green mohawk, his clothes are black pants, white belt and a Ramones T-Shirt.
"I got rid of them bloody hippies for you, didn't I?" said the strange punk. Silga couldn't stop looking at his samurai sword and his various tattoo's.
"You like my sword? I heard that they use them again over in Japan. The greatest swords in the world. Well, the ones that are made well. Like this one". Haywhen looked back over at the Target shop the punk came from. There was some movement happening on the first floor.
"Bogers!", it was more hippies.
"Oh, shit" said Haywhen. "Time to go".
The punk looked back over towards the beat down shop, "My home for the past year, that shop has been. My memories were there, but they are not mine anymore". He looked back at Haywhen and shook his up and down. "I am coming with you" said the punk. Haywhen nodded.
They looked west and started running once again. The weather was overcast today and Haywhen was pleading to the skys to make it rain. Maybe then they would get some cover and be able to slip out of sight. But it hadn't rained once in ten years. The hippies were running about one-hundred meters back and gaining ground every second.
Haywhen thought he felt a drop of water fall on his face, but forgot about it because he wanted it to rain. His mind was just playing tricks on him. But then, to Haywhen's suprise, it started to rain. It came down hard and fast on Haywhen's dirty face. He didn't notice, but he was laughing. He was laughing for the first time in years. It brought back memories of the old world. When he was a kid and had his first kiss with his girlfriend it was raining. When he's first child was born it was raining. When he was happy, it was raining.
The hippies had vanished from sight, but they were still near.
Silga was thinking, I hope no hippies are in front of us.
Haywhen was thinking, what's my ex-wife going to think?
The punk was thinking, what am I gonna eat for dinner tonight?
All three of them kept on running. They couldn't see a foot in front of them. The rain was too heavy and it was dark. So they ran on, not knowing what was waiting the next foot away. They kept on running into the dark unknown......
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Permalink Reply by Dan Goodwin on -
Great start Wayne, makes me want to read more, especially about Sallenbugg and why it's the only place where trees grow.
More please!
Dan
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Permalink Reply by Anne Westlund on -
I agree with Dan, I'd like to read more of this story. I'm wondering why Haywhen needs protection against tree huggers and new age fellow hippies. Hmmmm.......
Anne
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Permalink Reply by Barbara Ann Storrier on -
You sure have a vivid imagination. The Bahamas ... wouldn't mind that at all :)
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Permalink Reply by Frank on -
Wayne - you have a lot of action going and some good character development - these things are essential for a good story. Good start. What is the punk's name ? Make it something cool and that will capture readers too.
Keep writing,
Frank
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Permalink Reply by Anne Westlund on
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Wayne, this is a fantastic premise for a story. My advice would be to take out the explanation of the state of the world and start with the hippies attacking Haywhen's house. Then, over the course of the book let the other information out about the state of the world. That is really part of the backstory. I hope this helps!
Anne
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Permalink Reply by Barbara Ann Storrier on
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I'm just wondering how a group of bellowing aggressive people who want to kill others came to be called hippies. The hippies of my youth stood for living in harmony ... peace, love, non violence, getting back to the land. It's interesting though, makes it seem like you went through the looking glass and everything turned into its opposite. Is that why the hippies are violent?
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Permalink Reply by Wayne on -
Yeah, there not the same hippies as we all know. There is a reason why they've called themselves "hippies", but they not the same as the ones of the 60s. This is the future and a lot has changed and I still need to explain some of why things have happened. I was thinking, maybe I should put the state of the world in a prologue or something. Explain it before the first chapter starts. Anyway, thanks for the advice.
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