Account of a WarirorDisclaimer: What the fuck am I doing with my life I have essays and shit to write lmaoAccount of a Wariror by AscendantLiche
There was once a man whom we shall refer to as the Warrior. Now, the Warrior was
a man whom it seemed Nature had taken an especial interest in. She, in her unknowable, otherworldly logic, deemed it necessary to test the Warrior in every way she
could. He was a man of many talents; his arts of bloodshed were many, deadly and widely feared by those who knew of him. His arts of craft were, in their roughshod
way, far surpassing of his peers. One could fill a book with descriptions of his acts of charity, his solidarity with those he named as friends and his heroism in
adversity's shadow. However, this story, as short and jagged as it is, must deal with the Warrior's efforts in a much more delicate matter.
First, however, let us see his journey.
The brute's arms dropped slowly to its sides as its tiny brain registered the infromation that it was dead. Its highly impractical but large axe fe
Scavenge[LOADING OPERATING SYSTEM: ZAAOTHTH]Scavenge by AscendantLiche
[LOADING DRIVE DISKS: GWNSA EH]
[RESUMING LAST SESSION]
Scrawls upon scrawls of words flickered on the screen, the final three lines indicating the last stages of boot-up were beginning. In the pale blue light of the monitor that he had jury-rigged up to the salvaged piece of machinery, the Scavenger whistled tunelessly to himself while he awaited the actual start-up of the machine.
Shining his crude, LED torch on the machine, he could see even now that it needed significant repairs if he was going to sell it on. Several of the outer serial ports were bust and the power supply crackled dangerously with electricity unchecked by neither fuse nor transistor. He ran his hand down the side of the machine's shell and felt a sharp sting as power used him as an earthing conduit. Luckily, his illicit cybernetics helped in this regard by limiting the level of current rushing through him and he was not reduced to char for his error.
He glanced back at the scre
Infernal: An Ode to PassionsInfernal: An Ode to PassionInfernal: An Ode to Passions by AscendantLiche
I: The Prologue:
My beaten heart's cased with ice,
My quaking mind afrozen,
And my sweating palms shake sclerotic,
For fear of holding you.
II: The Passion:
In that horrid Labyrinth,
The cagement of my dreams,
I was enfeared of Erebus' eyes;
Their dank, Stygian gaze so piercing,
And my dreams to such chains were bound.
But one night, a bright night,
Wrapped in Nyx's shawl,
Something fearful shattered the
Daedalic masterpiece of my mind.
T'was a Six-Wing Seraph of Flame;
A formless Hurricane of Fire;
Elemental, furious, unfettered and unchallenged,
A Titan birthed from the womb of Aphrodite which
Shattered my rotten trappings and
Flung me into freedom.
Never had my heart been so broken
And never had I suffered so,
When this Helios of Love
Leapt atop and marshalled
The Flaming Chariot-Wreck of my Heart.
In such a self-destructive act,
The flames of wrack as nothing besides
And, incandescent in victory,
You welded my gaping wounds shut.
And that, o l
No. 1Love's avatar hath seen fit to appear!No. 1 by AscendantLiche
Man such as thee was not made of Dust,
Though nor would brazen Fire, whimsical Air
Or the coyest Water be quite enough.
Thus I plagiarize ancient Spenser;
He and I are found in joyous accord:
I must find a matter beyond censure
And only the Heavens could suit my Lord.
To I, you are the compass by which my
Life-course is set; you are my fixe'd mark
In the skies of passion through which we soar,
To guide me through the sullen, sultry dark.
I grant I've never seen an Angel fly,
But you are my God; without you I'd die.
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|The first chapter of my first super-serious story, Expeditions and Intrigues. Chances are, this story will be abandoned one day, but I really hope to have it published.|
Take a look, if you're interested. Any feedback of any sort is most welcome, and who knows? You might just enjoy it.
I am a teenage, British guy currently at Sixth Form. I enjoy writing, though I have next to no talent in it and would love to be able to draw and make music as well. Unfortunately, that ain't gonna happen.|
I also read Homestuck, and totally don't have a crush on Gamzee and Sollux.
I am a beginner fantasy writer in the process of writing what I hope will be a story the length of a small novel, called "Expeditions and Intrigues". I'm quite enjoying it so far.
([Although it's sort of on hold right now])
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