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    Gojira2000's Original's Stories; Works of kaiju eiga, sci-fi, and more!
    Topic Started: Oct 12 2005, 10:38 PM (417 Views)
    Gojira2000
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    Ha! I'm the first to post here! Bwa-hahaha! :darklord:

    Anyways... This is my thread where I'll be posting all of my original stories. Most of them will be short stories and at least one will be an enitre novel. NOTE: I have three stories in the works as we speak, but because of my current situation, I won't be posting any of the stories anytime soon. Fear not, though! They shall be posted! :happydance:


    In the mean time, here is a short list of my up-coming works that you all can so egerly await. ^_^


    The Final Evening--it's the final evening, and the world is quickly thrown into mass chaos, and one little girl tries to keep alive.

    Endicot--Ever wake up in the morning and think to yourself, 'boy, I just had the strangest dream'? You haven't seen anything yet....

    Biogradics (the novel)--In the distent future a space colony unknowingly releases bio-engineered creatures that take over. Now it's up to a young boy and a gaint robot to save the world.

    (If that last one seemed kind of childish, I pitty you when you read it. :darklord: )



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    UPDATE: The first chapter for Endicot is almost done, so I should have it posted within the week if all goes well.
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    I look forward to reading it my friend! Endicot looks like a very interesting, and neat story! ^_^

    Click my signature to read my latest fan fiction in progress, picking up where Godzilla vs. Destoroyah left off:
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    UPDATE: I have half of the Final Evennig finshed, and after I get time to do a quick spell checking, I shall post that, too. Keep in mind, I egerly look forward to any and all honest feedback (good or bad) on my work.;)
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    Here is my first story for you to read. It's much faster paced then I normally write, but that's done for a reason in this case. The follwing tale, believe it or not, is composed almost entirely from dreams that I have had over the past few months, which I wrote down and put together into what you see here. This story, then, is more of an experiment for me then a serious project. So without further ado, enjoy my dreams!



    ENDICOTT


    CHAPTER ONE:


    Date: April 3rd, 1933


    The cold murky air settled down onto the city one afternoon. The sky thick with gray clouds and the ground wet with mist, it was an uncomfortable place to be in as the wind gradually intensified. That wasn’t to say no one was out; the street was as busy as ever, with crowds of people walking to and fro over the road as automobiles of various shapes and sizes drove past one another. A newspaper boy stood at the corner of the intersection, handing out the lasted copies of the New York Times, shouting headlines over the loud roar of the hustle and bustle of people, cars, and dogs barking behind the opposite side of a fenced in yard round about an old four story brick apartment building nearby. The school had come to its end for the day and the children could now be found, with pouches of books swung over their shoulders, running about with each other in various lawns and dirt-covered play grounds, chasing one another and kicking empty tin cans around, before actually going to their designated homes.

    Kenneth was one of these children. From a distance an observer would be hard pressed to tell him apart from the other younglings that now roamed the neighborhood. He could be found running and skipping amongst his peers, enjoying himself as any twelve year-old boy would. But what separated this young lad from his friends was his imagination and love for the new and unknown, which in his case often meant the unreal. Together with his friends Kenneth seemed nothing other than part of a collective, a single-minded group of beings skipping about in no general direction. But alone and by himself, oh how his mind would wonder. It was not uncommon, in fact, for him to spend the entire afternoon day dreaming, thinking about imaginary worlds and the possibilities of life. Unfortunately this usually got him in trouble as he would spend so much time gazing off into space that he would often forget to study his homework or miss dinner. But this deterred him not, as he fleet his real food were the images which his mind supplied him.

    Far away places and strange happenings are what filled young Kenneth’s mind that Friday afternoon as he gazed out of his open bedroom window on the second floor of the apartment building. Leaning against the window seal and kneeling on soft cushions piled upon a small podium, the lad seemed unaware of the steady flow of mist blowing against his face or entering his room. His body at ease and his mind at work; he was now the happiest child on earth. Quite likely he would have remind in that state for another few hours, as often happened, were it not for the alarming sound that next broke his concentration.
    Kenneth jumped at the sound. He could have sworn he heard somebody scream. He could not recall from where it had came—if it had all done so; he listened for a short moment, but heard nothing further. Perhaps there was nothing to hear; perhaps it was in his mind. Nonetheless, it certainly seemed real enough to him—unnervingly so. After a brief silence, he quickly turned back to his window and began to drift off again.
    “Run!”
    This time the boy jumped out of his seat. It sounded as if some unearthly being had let out a loud cry from another world right behind him. His heart pounding, he walked to his door and opened it and looked out into the small hallway and down the single flight of stairs. He heard nothing.
    “Mom?” Timidly called the young child. No response. “Mommy? Aunt Tracy?” Suddenly he heard the same eerie cry again, but much fainter. “Run!” it screamed. Kenneth discerned that it was coming from outside, perhaps through the front door. In a hurry he ran down to the living room, through the kitchen, and into the hall leading to the main entrance. The door was closed, and though about to open it, Kenneth stopped, as if suddenly realizing that something was amiss. Slowly he turned around and looked back at the kitchen and through it to the living room. He observed that it was all a ruin, as if the apartment had been dropped from a high altitude; tables and chairs toppled over, glass dishes and china smashed on the floor, pictures half hanging onto cracked walls and the ceiling seemingly about to give way. It certainly looked nothing like this when he had returned from school! Shocked by what we saw, he turned to open the door—not so much to find the voice he heard, but more so now to find out the condition of the building.

    The front door swung open, and what he saw before him was unconceivable. The city was in chaos! People ran in every direction out of fear and panic, caring suitcases, baskets and children. The street was littered with debris from wagons, buggies and automobiles that were ransacked or over turned. The trees were dead and leafless, dogs barked from everywhere, and children could be heard crying. Kenneth looked up across the large street and saw people jumping out from two story houses, throwing their luggage to the ground. It was nothing less then mass panic! Kenneth was so entirely taken off guard by this turn of events that he seemed to be in shock. What on earth was happening? He looked quickly this way and that, but could not recognize anyone in the dense crowed of people; in fact no body seemed even the least familiar; in fact, even the atmosphere about him fleet alien and surreal. As if he were just now dropped into another city outside his own.
    Suddenly, over a loudspeaker, Kenneth heard the booming voice of a man. He turned to his right and saw that down the road was a stage, to where people were flocking. On the stage was a man with white hair and a moustache dressed in a black tuxedo. “People! Listen!” Spoke the man in his echoing voice. “The Army is coming! The Thydens are coming to cleanse us! There must be one amongst us who does not belong!” The crowed roared in agreement. Kenneth slowly walked toward the stage, pushing through people left and right. “We must rid ourselves of this new threat or we will be made to suffer! Quickly, everyone! Find the outcast and destroy him before it is too late! The Army is coming!” the man cried. The crowed again replied with a resounding boom. Immediately everyone broke off into every direction searching for this person that did not belong. Kenneth suddenly found himself pushed in every which way as people ran back and forth turning what remained of their town inside-out. Finally Kenneth lost his balance and fell on his side to the wet road below. A middle-aged woman with blonde hair tied into a bun and dressed in a blue-white apron knelt down and gave Kenneth a helping hand.

    “Why you poor boy, you. You must be frightened.” Said the woman in an almost German accent.
    “Where am I?” Asked Kenneth in a hurry. “What’s going on?”
    “Why, don’t you know?” The women smiled. “You must not be from around here.” Suddenly she stopped cold in her tracks, and the very complexion of her face morphed from a kind and friendly expression to one of hear and anger. Her grip on Kenneth tightened considerably, and she raised her head above the roaring crowed. “I’ve found him!” She cried at the top of your lungs. “I have the outcast!” The crowed burst into a shout of applause, and helped her forcefully bring the boy to the center stage. The white-haired man grabbed Kenneth for himself and showed him to the angry mob.

    “Here he is! Let us give him up to the Thydens, so that we may not suffer their wrath!” Again, the crowed exploded in response, and with that Kenneth was thrown into the back of a wagon beside the stage and held down by four other men as they drove him off back toward the other side of the city, which ended next to beautiful green sloping hills.

    Upon reaching the edge of the hills, Kenneth was thrown out of the wagon and carried away by half a dozen men while the rest of the crowed stayed behind cheering. This was absolutely absurd! What on earth is wrong with these people? What had he done to deserve this? These thoughts and many, many more flooded through Kenneth’s mind as he was forcefully dragged up the hill, unable to escape their grasp despite he best efforts, which, for some odd reason, were not much. In fact, he was hardly able to control the movements of his limbs, as if he had lost all power over them. And that being the case, he was able to put up only a laughable struggle at best. Half way up the hill Kenneth was exhausted and about to give up fighting, when he for the first time noticed a wooden stake at the top with four other beams pointed out in different direction to form an X-like shape, each addition wooden beam held up by another, shorter one, in-between any two of the given arms of the X. They can’t be serious! Kenneth thought; this must be a mistake! But, sure enough, the men, as soon as they reached the peak, lifted the boy in the air and tied his arms and legs; one limb per-wooden beam that made up the X. Kenneth, being the small boy that he was, hardly fit onto the contraption properly.

    “What are you doing? What’s going on?” he cried. But there was no answer. The men finished tying Kenneth up, and then ran off with all their might after one of them exclaimed, “The Army!” Kenneth watched as his kidnappers skipped down the hillside, confused, worried, upset, and now even scarred. Kenneth saw the crowed now returning back to the town, but he didn’t care—he was glad to see them go. Looking around it seemed apparent that, wherever the poor lad had ended up, it was both a wonder of natural beauty and completely alien to him.

    Tugging on the ropes seemed to do little good, and after several attempts, he gave up. That was, at least, until he heard something. It was very faint and distant, but deep and booming in nature. It sounded as if a million people were marching toward him. He waited, and listened. The noise was continuous, and steadily grew louder and louder. In a short time it seemed as if it were right on top of him; a rhythmic pounding of thuds echoing a hundred times over. Kenneth turned his head to his right, looking toward the top of a nearby hill. The thumping noise began to vibrate the earth under him, and the wooden structure to which he was attached started to shake. Even the trees began to sway to and fro; losing many leafs, which suddenly change color from green to red as they fell to the ground. Kenneth’s heart started to pound in his throat, and a fear of anxiety suddenly took hold of him, and his stomach started to turn and feel sick.
    Suddenly, over the top of the nearby hill, marched a hundred thousand soldiers, dressed in old samurai knight armor and all having the same, grim, unchanging look of doom on their faces. Kenneth swallowed a gulp of terror as the Army stood motionless atop the hillside, their beady-eyes turning an evil glare to the boy.


    To be continued….
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