Salutations everyone. As I have stated from my initial introductions on the main forum, I come by way of an accident I had created almost a year ago, in addition I also have some other writings that I have deemed sutible for the rating system on this board. Sorry for the "site" hopping to view these; I post on a verity of places because of the vast subject matter interests I have.
First and foremost is my accident, Lopper. He appears in my second novel--in which I am banging my head to pieces to get it completed. Over 200,000 words strong and my plotting is starting to payoff with the grand finale coming...chapters pending of course. My style and voice in my narrative have changed greatly, and needless to the say for the up most better. Unfortunately, it all came to me four chapters into my second project. So I'm kinda embarrissed to show what I am about to link. As soon as I get finished with this I want to revamp it, plus return to my first fan-fiction novel, craft it better, fix new enlightened mistakes, and give more descritption to past occuances in the series this whole thing comes from. I general find new readers to my work that don't have a clue where the basis of the novels come from. Oh yeah!...It's a fan-fiction from Sonic the Hedgehog, well, of Knuckles the Echidna, but we do get to see the Blue Blur. In fact, I give him more of a roll in the novel than I did the first.
"The Guardian Who Came in from the Cold." The title is taken from a favorite aurthor of mine, John LeCarre's "The Spy Who Came in from the Cold." The story isn't a retelling per say, only that I used the title to identify that a turmoiled character is going to find himself. This is the Prologue and first chapter to the story from a site I publish too, mostly for me to write a more censored version of what I post on Fan Fiction . net. I keep almost all swear words out expect two that the networks weild liberally at their leisure, and quite honestly I view my rule as a challenge now. I also "have" been shying away from other sensitive themes but sometimes I do put them in there for story and spunk purposes, and character development. Yet, I say this once more, some chapters I usually make two versions of.
So without further adieu: "The Guardian Who Came in From the Cold," Posted on Knuckles Haven.
http://knuckles.truered.net/fans/fiction/mauser/17.htm
Also here is the Prologue to the first novel where this all started. "Chance Encounters"
http://knuckles.truered.net/fans/fictio ... hance0.php
You can catch the other chapters from this list.
http://knuckles.truered.net/fans/fictio ... hance0.php
Both stories revolve around if Knuckles the Echidna had a lost brother. I knew it wasn't going to be a one shot deal, but I didn't expect my mind to bring things a little more in depth and length. Really we meet the main character in the most vulnerable time of his life. And then he mets his brother in a very unexpected place. What is left of his world his shatter, but a reforging of his soul is casted into the fire almost instantly.
The first chapter I posted occurs a day after the Epilogue to "Chance Encounters." The subject matter I choose to open it was very touchy for me to approach for me as a writer, and how I wanted to present it to the readers. But my main goal one out: a father's charge is to his son(s). And then comes Lopper!
I'm sorry for the style I pursuied at first, and honestly see it as an "After Action Report," writing, which I now despise and shy away from in reading. I write in third person so I can expose and play with many other character's different points of view without changing "points of views," in first person and doing a great job in loosing my readers. I promise you, further down the list, you will start to see vast improvements. Aside from this, the curator of the site is very busy and hasn't published my latest chapters or my edited versions. I would post those, however, it comes from a site where I generally let myself go.
Here is another work for all you speed freaks, World War Two nuts, and aviators in general. It's also another one I need to go and touch up. "Chasing Vengence," was done in a matter of hours and purely for fun. I hope you all will experience the same notion as I did.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3511519/1/Chasing_Vengeance
One more thing about Lopper. I want to retouch him description wise later, really I want to change the color of his Gi. Possibly to black, or a charcoal grey. He is Ninja and not Samurai, but he does carry the sword. When I get him into his own world in plot after I complete "Guardian," he will be using a Ninja To in place of the Katana. What you will read further, especially in the chapter, "Hidden Honors," is how many kids he has. I put little odd stuff in characters just to get them away from the "Mary Sue," complex.
Enjoy.
Beware, there is violence, blood, and tarnished glory!
A few selections of my fan-fiction and other writings.
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A few selections of my fan-fiction and other writings.
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Mauser-KAR98K
- Shugyosha<Student Warrior>
- Posts: 21
- Joined: Thu Nov 29, 2007 8:51 -0700
- Location: Tennessee, Stones throw away from KY
Figured I'd come back and give a quick sample of my lop eared accident. Hope you all enjoy:
...A puff of smoke suddenly exploded on Locke’s left shoulder. As the purple cream dissipated, it revealed a deep red, four armed fire ant with an Aussie hat on top of his head. “What is it Locke, I was...” Archy stopped cold when he saw Aleutian swaying on the long swing. “The lad? What’s going on Locke?”
“I was hoping you would tell me?” Locke cried out as he looked over his shoulder. “I don’t know what powers are possessing him right now.”
Archy twitched his antennas along with his tweezer claws over his mouth. “I saw most of his powers get drained Locke, this is something else...”
“...Thy Aleutian is purging,” came a soft spoken voice from behind the two.
On instinct and training, Locke swung his left arm out, pivoting his body around to give more force to his swing to the threat that spoke behind him. Locke’s anticipation of his arm hitting a soft, fleshy object disappeared when he felt his upper wrist being crushed with what felt like two fingers being wrapped around it. A fraction of a second later he felt himself losing his balance from whoever it was that had a solid grip on his wrist, and was now yanking him over with his own momentum. But he stopped suddenly halfway from going face first into the wooden deck when he felt his elbow lock against a soft, furry object. His idea of a counter-strike vanished, however, when his palm was pushed into his wrist. With the commanding pain pushing him backwards, Locke found himself in a sitting position on the wooden deck in a heartbeat.
“And a good day to thee as well,” came the voice again. What Locke’s eyes saw when he looked up was a white rabbit whose ears were dangling behind his back with his face showing discontent. The rabbit’s fur had black blotches around his face and what Locke could see of his body. A large patch of black was also over his right eye, which was green, but his left eye happened to be a sky blue. He wore no shirt to speak if, but instead, an opened brown leather aviator jacket that extended down above his waist. What the rabbit had for pants were more like a white robe that ran down each leg, cinched to his waist with a black knotted belt. On his left side was a brown, fully covered holster with a hilt of a pistol only visible as a shadow under the flap. And between the belt and his pants, a black woven handle of a short sword.
Locke felt his arm being tugged as the lop pulled him up from the wooden ground. Archy held on to the side of his dreads as the echidna was helped off the ground. Locke met the rabbit nose to nose as he regained his footing. With a hard stare, the black and white lop twitched his nose, making his whiskers dance around a bit. Still holding Locke’s wrist, he reached up with his left hand and drank from a white saucer. Locke realized that his fast assault was countered with only one arm from the lop, and he did it without even spilling his drink that laid in the other. “Can I help you with something!?” he seethed out as he tried to pull his arm away.
“Yes, thou can hold my empty cup,” calmly replied the rabbit, flipping Locke’s wrist over and placing the saucer in his hand.
Releasing his two fingered grip from around Locke’s wrist, the lop glided his way over to Aleutian, his large shoeless feet not even making a creak as he moved across the wooden deck. He softly knelt down by the swing and focused his two toned eyes on the shuddering echidna, tracing his hand over Aleutian’s head and around his scars.
“Keep your hands off my son!” Locke barked, stepping forward to put action to his words.
“Now he is your son?” came the rabbit with a hint of shock in his voice, rising up and turning to met Locke’s stiffened eyes yet again. “Only rejecting the dire help that he needs from a friend is in this evolution that thou stakes claim to his son,” said the rabbit. “Thou selfish wants precede thee.”
Locke’s mouth gaped open at what the lop eared rabbit said. “How do you know of me?” he questioned harshly.
“Why, Aleutian has spoken of thee of course. I wanted to venture to see the true you with my own green and blue eyes, hoping that Aleutian was only rebelling against the father, but the image that thee has brought forth to me rings true,” replied the rabbit in his own unique matter-of-fact way. “Tell me, Locke the Liar, does thou selective mute insect still hold his tongue?”
“What on Mobius did you call me!?” bellowed Locke as he balled his fist, never minding at what the rabbit just called Archimedes.
“‘Locke the Liar,’ I said. That is who thee is.” said the rabbit in the form of a statement rather than a question.
“You take that back, sir! You don’t even know who I am!” Locke shouted at the lop. The rabbit just stood his ground, not even showing a hint of defensiveness.
“Archy, who is this guy?” Locke asked Archimedes through telepathy.
“A threat, mate. Keep your wits about you with this one,” replied the red fire ant, still hanging onto Locke’s shoulder.
“Why should thy take the truth back. After all, you lie to thine own family.”
“I had too, to help protect them...”
“...And the fruits of thy labor has fallen from a poisonous tree, and has stricken my friend and pupil with a plague that I alone haven’t been able to cure,” he coldly said, waving his left hand over at Aleutian.
...hope you all enjoyed this little cut.
...A puff of smoke suddenly exploded on Locke’s left shoulder. As the purple cream dissipated, it revealed a deep red, four armed fire ant with an Aussie hat on top of his head. “What is it Locke, I was...” Archy stopped cold when he saw Aleutian swaying on the long swing. “The lad? What’s going on Locke?”
“I was hoping you would tell me?” Locke cried out as he looked over his shoulder. “I don’t know what powers are possessing him right now.”
Archy twitched his antennas along with his tweezer claws over his mouth. “I saw most of his powers get drained Locke, this is something else...”
“...Thy Aleutian is purging,” came a soft spoken voice from behind the two.
On instinct and training, Locke swung his left arm out, pivoting his body around to give more force to his swing to the threat that spoke behind him. Locke’s anticipation of his arm hitting a soft, fleshy object disappeared when he felt his upper wrist being crushed with what felt like two fingers being wrapped around it. A fraction of a second later he felt himself losing his balance from whoever it was that had a solid grip on his wrist, and was now yanking him over with his own momentum. But he stopped suddenly halfway from going face first into the wooden deck when he felt his elbow lock against a soft, furry object. His idea of a counter-strike vanished, however, when his palm was pushed into his wrist. With the commanding pain pushing him backwards, Locke found himself in a sitting position on the wooden deck in a heartbeat.
“And a good day to thee as well,” came the voice again. What Locke’s eyes saw when he looked up was a white rabbit whose ears were dangling behind his back with his face showing discontent. The rabbit’s fur had black blotches around his face and what Locke could see of his body. A large patch of black was also over his right eye, which was green, but his left eye happened to be a sky blue. He wore no shirt to speak if, but instead, an opened brown leather aviator jacket that extended down above his waist. What the rabbit had for pants were more like a white robe that ran down each leg, cinched to his waist with a black knotted belt. On his left side was a brown, fully covered holster with a hilt of a pistol only visible as a shadow under the flap. And between the belt and his pants, a black woven handle of a short sword.
Locke felt his arm being tugged as the lop pulled him up from the wooden ground. Archy held on to the side of his dreads as the echidna was helped off the ground. Locke met the rabbit nose to nose as he regained his footing. With a hard stare, the black and white lop twitched his nose, making his whiskers dance around a bit. Still holding Locke’s wrist, he reached up with his left hand and drank from a white saucer. Locke realized that his fast assault was countered with only one arm from the lop, and he did it without even spilling his drink that laid in the other. “Can I help you with something!?” he seethed out as he tried to pull his arm away.
“Yes, thou can hold my empty cup,” calmly replied the rabbit, flipping Locke’s wrist over and placing the saucer in his hand.
Releasing his two fingered grip from around Locke’s wrist, the lop glided his way over to Aleutian, his large shoeless feet not even making a creak as he moved across the wooden deck. He softly knelt down by the swing and focused his two toned eyes on the shuddering echidna, tracing his hand over Aleutian’s head and around his scars.
“Keep your hands off my son!” Locke barked, stepping forward to put action to his words.
“Now he is your son?” came the rabbit with a hint of shock in his voice, rising up and turning to met Locke’s stiffened eyes yet again. “Only rejecting the dire help that he needs from a friend is in this evolution that thou stakes claim to his son,” said the rabbit. “Thou selfish wants precede thee.”
Locke’s mouth gaped open at what the lop eared rabbit said. “How do you know of me?” he questioned harshly.
“Why, Aleutian has spoken of thee of course. I wanted to venture to see the true you with my own green and blue eyes, hoping that Aleutian was only rebelling against the father, but the image that thee has brought forth to me rings true,” replied the rabbit in his own unique matter-of-fact way. “Tell me, Locke the Liar, does thou selective mute insect still hold his tongue?”
“What on Mobius did you call me!?” bellowed Locke as he balled his fist, never minding at what the rabbit just called Archimedes.
“‘Locke the Liar,’ I said. That is who thee is.” said the rabbit in the form of a statement rather than a question.
“You take that back, sir! You don’t even know who I am!” Locke shouted at the lop. The rabbit just stood his ground, not even showing a hint of defensiveness.
“Archy, who is this guy?” Locke asked Archimedes through telepathy.
“A threat, mate. Keep your wits about you with this one,” replied the red fire ant, still hanging onto Locke’s shoulder.
“Why should thy take the truth back. After all, you lie to thine own family.”
“I had too, to help protect them...”
“...And the fruits of thy labor has fallen from a poisonous tree, and has stricken my friend and pupil with a plague that I alone haven’t been able to cure,” he coldly said, waving his left hand over at Aleutian.
...hope you all enjoyed this little cut.
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