Post by Shadewing on Nov 20, 2009 19:42:45 GMT -5
as the title says. If you are, feel free to tell us about it, and maybe include an excerpt.
Mine is called The Silver Lining, and this is going to be the first book of many hopefully, because yeah. Post apocalyptic and stuff.
Riley was walking through the dark forest. Everything that had happened in the past day had completely shaken him. He went from living a tranquil life, to this. His best friend was dead, and he was all alone, wandering through a forest in the dead of the night.
His head was hung, and sadness engulfed him. How could things turn out this way? How could I just lose everything? What does the world have against me? Riley didn't want to answer himself, as he walked, shuffling his feet, not really caring about the amount of noise he made. His vision was blurry with tears which were ready to roll down his cheeks, and his throat ached as if he had a terrible cold.
After walking for what seemed like hours to Riley, he found a tree trunk, and sat down beneath the tree, hanging his head sadly, not knowing quite what to do with himself. I'm going to sit under this tree and wait until a bear kills me. Or a mad person. Or until I die in a wildfire! Riley thought, furious. He sat there for a while, staring up at the trees, which the breeze slowly rocked.
Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps hitting the ground, and Riley could swear that he could hear footsteps. He lifted up his head, and noticed a girl with straight chestnut colored hair crouched before him. She had a silver hunting knife drawn, and Riley noticed a hunting rifle on her back. Riley, suddenly snapping our of his scared mood, and into survival mode, jumped up, leaning against the tree.
“Just as I thought. No weapons on you.” the girl said in a light voice, putting the hunting knife in her pocket. She looked at him with her green eyes. “Hello. My name is Molly. I'd like to know what you're doing around here.”
Riley bit his lip, and kept his mouth shut, not quite sure what to say. He was still tense, and rather scared of the girl. “You speak English, don't you?”
“Y-yes..” Riley stuttered, eyes flashing about wildly. “I was just sitting here to rest. I'll be going now, I didn't mean to interrupt anything..”
The girl, Molly, walked forward, and took on of her dirty fingers, and wiped it under his eye. “Really? Because it looked like you were sad. And you were crying.” Molly wiped her hand on her blue jeans, and looked at him sternly in the eye. “I don't know, I think you're lost.”
Riley slid away from her, and started to walk away at a fast pace. He heard footsteps, behind him, and within seconds, found himself in a headlock, with a knife at his throat. The female voice whispered in a chilling voice:
“Boy, you're unarmed. Where the hell do you think you're going?” she whispered sharply, as Riley struggled. Her grip on his neck tightened, and she wrapped another one of her arms around his torso, making thrashing harder for him. She pressed the hunting knife up against his neck, and Riley drew in a sharp breath, and closed his eyes, awaiting his death. “Relax there, Browski. If you were a little farther west, you would have been dead by now.” Molly released her grasp, and watched as he went to scramble away. Not watching where he was going, Riley tripped on a root.
Riley hit the ground, and skidded on the dirt. He could feel a scrape on his elbow, which was now in massive pain, and his left cheek was now covered in dirt and scraped. Riley stumbled to get up, and the girl only walked over, and sat down.
“You're rather difficult to communicate with. Relax. I'm alone. Why would I hurt you? I have no resources to take from you. You have nothing but what appears to be a cellphone in your pocket..” Molly trailed off, and got up, and turned around. Riley saw her pick something up, and then throw it in his direction. Riley ducked, not sure what it was. “Which you dropped.” Riley looked behind him, where the phone landed. He picked it up, and looked at her.
“So you're Molly?” he said, walking over to where his phone was, and picking it up. When he looked back up, Molly was sitting down. Riley looked at her, taking in as much information as possible about her.
She wasn't tall, but wasn't short either. Probably about average height. Her hair was light brown, thin, and fairly straight. Her eyes were a greenish color, and she had pale skin. She certainly didn't look muscular, but she was of an average weight.
“Yeah, I'm Molly, from Sacramento California. Mind telling me where I am now? And not staring at me?” she said, in a rather light voice, though it was obviously commanding.
“You're in the northern region of Montana,” Riley said, sitting down across from her, criss-cross.
“Oh, so I've been quite a far way?” she said. It sounded like a question, but it seemed to be more of a statement. Riley nodded in response.
“How far have you been out, uh, Molly?” he asked, avoiding eye contact.
“About a month. And it's too bad I ended up here. I was looking to go to the New Jersey area. And you're the first friendly man I've met. Most of 'em are those crazies in the tribes, or.. yeah..” she said, with a frown. She rose to her feet. “So, boy, you have a name by chance? Where you from?”
“Oh. I'm Riley. I'm from Autumnsburg, Montana. I've only been out for a day or so.” Riley also stood up, and there was a silence between the two. Molly looked around a little bit, and Riley leaned back and forth on his feet, whistling quietly.
“Want to travel together? I mean, just until we can reach a place where we can live in peace for a while. Even though I'm armed, it's still dangerious out here. If we traveled with eachother, then I'd be safer, and you'd be way safer. You in?” Molly said, cracking her knuckles. Riley looked at her with his brown eyes, and stopped whistling.
Riley waited for a moment, and then said: “Yeah. Let's get moving, then?”
“Right.. But, first, can I use your phone?” Molly asked.
“No problem,” Riley said, taking it out of his jean's pocket, and handing it to Molly. Molly held the phone for a few minutes, looking through the options, and then eventually showed Riley what she had. A map.
“Alright, if we go in this direction..” Molly mumbled, turning southwest. “We should be on our way to New Jersey. Well, as you said, we should get a move on.” Molly handed the phone back to Riley. Riley put the phone in his pocket, and grinned. He had forgotten all about what had happened in Autumnburg for those moments, and he had made a friend. A friend with weapons, one who looked like she could help him through some situations.
When they walked for a few more minutes, Riley began thinking of home again. He walked behind her slowly, missing his apartment, and his job. And his friend, who he had seen murdered on television, trying to stop the riots. Riley blinked a few times, and decided to take his mind off of the subject for a little while. He'd give her some things to talk about, and then maybe he'd be able to talk about his friend.
“So, Molly, why are you out here? What made you run away?” Riley asked, looking up at her. They both kept on walking.
There was a silence, as Molly must have been thinking. Or maybe trying to recall her thoughts. Riley feared that he may have brought up bad memories, and made her unhappy. But, eventually, Molly began to speak. “Sacramento was one of the first cities to have huge riots. I lived in near the center of the city, so people started fires.. they burned my house down. Luckily, since my father hunted in our fall home, we had a bunch of hunting supplies. I was also luckily, since I was on the first floor, sleeping on the couch. When the house caught on fire, I took the hunting rifle that hung up over the fireplace, and the knife that was under it. I jumped out the window, not even thinking of my family. I ran. Only when I was so far into the city did I remember about my parents.. and then I knew that I couldn't go back..” She paused for a moment, and Riley noticed that her head was lowered. “My parents either got away from the fire, or they died in it. I pray that they're still alive, and that we'll meet again..” Riley noticed that she was only a teenager. Sure, she was almost an adult, but she certainly looked like she was still in high school.
Riley nodded, although she couldn't see him. “You have any stories of your travels?”
“Uh, yeah..” she said, her voice shaky. Riley knew that it was because of what had happened to her.. the uncertainty, the unfamiliarity. Riley wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know how. “I remember the second time I almost died.. after the fire. It was my second day, and I met a shady looking man outside a gun shop. I was just walking by him, holding my breath, hoping he wouldn't try anything. He did. He got me in a headlock, like what I did to you, and held a pistol to my head.. I stabbed him in the nether region, and then I stabbed him in the throat. I took the pistol from him, but that ran out of ammo ages ago.” with the way she talked about the story, it was clear that it was one of the worse things that had happened to her. With a wobbly, croaky voice. “In the gun shop was where I got this strap, so the rifle can go around my back.. It's also where I got my hunting belt, and rounds for my rifle. I was lucky.” The wind blew Molly's light brown hair, and she turned her head, and looked at Riley. “What's your story?” she said, with a sniffle.
“Ah, I lived just up north. Just left a few days ago. I've mainly been walking and eating. I'm all out of food. Uh, I decided to leave when the riots got too out of control.. and then my friend got shot..” Riley said slowly, eyes slowly going over to Molly.
Molly chewed on her thumb's fingernail, and they both walked away, through the dark trees. “Man of few words.”
Mine is called The Silver Lining, and this is going to be the first book of many hopefully, because yeah. Post apocalyptic and stuff.
Riley was walking through the dark forest. Everything that had happened in the past day had completely shaken him. He went from living a tranquil life, to this. His best friend was dead, and he was all alone, wandering through a forest in the dead of the night.
His head was hung, and sadness engulfed him. How could things turn out this way? How could I just lose everything? What does the world have against me? Riley didn't want to answer himself, as he walked, shuffling his feet, not really caring about the amount of noise he made. His vision was blurry with tears which were ready to roll down his cheeks, and his throat ached as if he had a terrible cold.
After walking for what seemed like hours to Riley, he found a tree trunk, and sat down beneath the tree, hanging his head sadly, not knowing quite what to do with himself. I'm going to sit under this tree and wait until a bear kills me. Or a mad person. Or until I die in a wildfire! Riley thought, furious. He sat there for a while, staring up at the trees, which the breeze slowly rocked.
Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps hitting the ground, and Riley could swear that he could hear footsteps. He lifted up his head, and noticed a girl with straight chestnut colored hair crouched before him. She had a silver hunting knife drawn, and Riley noticed a hunting rifle on her back. Riley, suddenly snapping our of his scared mood, and into survival mode, jumped up, leaning against the tree.
“Just as I thought. No weapons on you.” the girl said in a light voice, putting the hunting knife in her pocket. She looked at him with her green eyes. “Hello. My name is Molly. I'd like to know what you're doing around here.”
Riley bit his lip, and kept his mouth shut, not quite sure what to say. He was still tense, and rather scared of the girl. “You speak English, don't you?”
“Y-yes..” Riley stuttered, eyes flashing about wildly. “I was just sitting here to rest. I'll be going now, I didn't mean to interrupt anything..”
The girl, Molly, walked forward, and took on of her dirty fingers, and wiped it under his eye. “Really? Because it looked like you were sad. And you were crying.” Molly wiped her hand on her blue jeans, and looked at him sternly in the eye. “I don't know, I think you're lost.”
Riley slid away from her, and started to walk away at a fast pace. He heard footsteps, behind him, and within seconds, found himself in a headlock, with a knife at his throat. The female voice whispered in a chilling voice:
“Boy, you're unarmed. Where the hell do you think you're going?” she whispered sharply, as Riley struggled. Her grip on his neck tightened, and she wrapped another one of her arms around his torso, making thrashing harder for him. She pressed the hunting knife up against his neck, and Riley drew in a sharp breath, and closed his eyes, awaiting his death. “Relax there, Browski. If you were a little farther west, you would have been dead by now.” Molly released her grasp, and watched as he went to scramble away. Not watching where he was going, Riley tripped on a root.
Riley hit the ground, and skidded on the dirt. He could feel a scrape on his elbow, which was now in massive pain, and his left cheek was now covered in dirt and scraped. Riley stumbled to get up, and the girl only walked over, and sat down.
“You're rather difficult to communicate with. Relax. I'm alone. Why would I hurt you? I have no resources to take from you. You have nothing but what appears to be a cellphone in your pocket..” Molly trailed off, and got up, and turned around. Riley saw her pick something up, and then throw it in his direction. Riley ducked, not sure what it was. “Which you dropped.” Riley looked behind him, where the phone landed. He picked it up, and looked at her.
“So you're Molly?” he said, walking over to where his phone was, and picking it up. When he looked back up, Molly was sitting down. Riley looked at her, taking in as much information as possible about her.
She wasn't tall, but wasn't short either. Probably about average height. Her hair was light brown, thin, and fairly straight. Her eyes were a greenish color, and she had pale skin. She certainly didn't look muscular, but she was of an average weight.
“Yeah, I'm Molly, from Sacramento California. Mind telling me where I am now? And not staring at me?” she said, in a rather light voice, though it was obviously commanding.
“You're in the northern region of Montana,” Riley said, sitting down across from her, criss-cross.
“Oh, so I've been quite a far way?” she said. It sounded like a question, but it seemed to be more of a statement. Riley nodded in response.
“How far have you been out, uh, Molly?” he asked, avoiding eye contact.
“About a month. And it's too bad I ended up here. I was looking to go to the New Jersey area. And you're the first friendly man I've met. Most of 'em are those crazies in the tribes, or.. yeah..” she said, with a frown. She rose to her feet. “So, boy, you have a name by chance? Where you from?”
“Oh. I'm Riley. I'm from Autumnsburg, Montana. I've only been out for a day or so.” Riley also stood up, and there was a silence between the two. Molly looked around a little bit, and Riley leaned back and forth on his feet, whistling quietly.
“Want to travel together? I mean, just until we can reach a place where we can live in peace for a while. Even though I'm armed, it's still dangerious out here. If we traveled with eachother, then I'd be safer, and you'd be way safer. You in?” Molly said, cracking her knuckles. Riley looked at her with his brown eyes, and stopped whistling.
Riley waited for a moment, and then said: “Yeah. Let's get moving, then?”
“Right.. But, first, can I use your phone?” Molly asked.
“No problem,” Riley said, taking it out of his jean's pocket, and handing it to Molly. Molly held the phone for a few minutes, looking through the options, and then eventually showed Riley what she had. A map.
“Alright, if we go in this direction..” Molly mumbled, turning southwest. “We should be on our way to New Jersey. Well, as you said, we should get a move on.” Molly handed the phone back to Riley. Riley put the phone in his pocket, and grinned. He had forgotten all about what had happened in Autumnburg for those moments, and he had made a friend. A friend with weapons, one who looked like she could help him through some situations.
When they walked for a few more minutes, Riley began thinking of home again. He walked behind her slowly, missing his apartment, and his job. And his friend, who he had seen murdered on television, trying to stop the riots. Riley blinked a few times, and decided to take his mind off of the subject for a little while. He'd give her some things to talk about, and then maybe he'd be able to talk about his friend.
“So, Molly, why are you out here? What made you run away?” Riley asked, looking up at her. They both kept on walking.
There was a silence, as Molly must have been thinking. Or maybe trying to recall her thoughts. Riley feared that he may have brought up bad memories, and made her unhappy. But, eventually, Molly began to speak. “Sacramento was one of the first cities to have huge riots. I lived in near the center of the city, so people started fires.. they burned my house down. Luckily, since my father hunted in our fall home, we had a bunch of hunting supplies. I was also luckily, since I was on the first floor, sleeping on the couch. When the house caught on fire, I took the hunting rifle that hung up over the fireplace, and the knife that was under it. I jumped out the window, not even thinking of my family. I ran. Only when I was so far into the city did I remember about my parents.. and then I knew that I couldn't go back..” She paused for a moment, and Riley noticed that her head was lowered. “My parents either got away from the fire, or they died in it. I pray that they're still alive, and that we'll meet again..” Riley noticed that she was only a teenager. Sure, she was almost an adult, but she certainly looked like she was still in high school.
Riley nodded, although she couldn't see him. “You have any stories of your travels?”
“Uh, yeah..” she said, her voice shaky. Riley knew that it was because of what had happened to her.. the uncertainty, the unfamiliarity. Riley wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know how. “I remember the second time I almost died.. after the fire. It was my second day, and I met a shady looking man outside a gun shop. I was just walking by him, holding my breath, hoping he wouldn't try anything. He did. He got me in a headlock, like what I did to you, and held a pistol to my head.. I stabbed him in the nether region, and then I stabbed him in the throat. I took the pistol from him, but that ran out of ammo ages ago.” with the way she talked about the story, it was clear that it was one of the worse things that had happened to her. With a wobbly, croaky voice. “In the gun shop was where I got this strap, so the rifle can go around my back.. It's also where I got my hunting belt, and rounds for my rifle. I was lucky.” The wind blew Molly's light brown hair, and she turned her head, and looked at Riley. “What's your story?” she said, with a sniffle.
“Ah, I lived just up north. Just left a few days ago. I've mainly been walking and eating. I'm all out of food. Uh, I decided to leave when the riots got too out of control.. and then my friend got shot..” Riley said slowly, eyes slowly going over to Molly.
Molly chewed on her thumb's fingernail, and they both walked away, through the dark trees. “Man of few words.”