Chapter 1
Yeah, it's not got an official title yet, but that'll come at some point.
Anyway, this is the first chapter, which I wrote some time ago and I'm now planning to continue. I'll be keeping the chapters short so they can be logged here with greater ease.
C&C is welcome.
The rain streamed down. The dark silhouettes of the tall industrial buildings stood ominously against the dark grey skies. The last of the workers were returning home. At night, the machines would continue the work, although at a slower rate.
The rain was good as it cleared the sky from the ash and soot produced by the ongoing war and heavy industry.
On one of the roofs stood a dark figure. Lightning flashed. The figure spasmed and fell over. He was never heard of again.
Lightning flashed again.
Ball-lightning hovered a few feet above the ground, quietly buzzing.
The workers just moved around it. Slowly, the ball started to take shape. Thin legs grew from its core, which began to look like a beetles carapace. The beetle-like spirit creature rapidly crawled across the wall, disappearing into an alley. From there, it crawled onto the roof, where it spread its wings and took off towards the dark contours that made the city.
The workers just got on their trains, when suddenly the noise of the sirens filled the air. People started running for cover or just ducked and hoped for the best.
Twenty seconds later, the dud missile raced across the sky. Once it had passed, the people quickly got up to see where it would land. It crashed into apartment 344 on the 34th floor of a large skyscraper.
Nothing happened.
Ten seconds later, nothing continued to happen.
Another thirty seconds passed until nothing happened.
In apartment 344 on the 34th floor, Nicolas was sitting in a corner of his room, eyes and mouth wide open. The missile was lying in the middle of the room, shattered glass and woodwork around it, a little smoke spiralled from the engine exhaust. It hadn’t gone off.
Outside, the beetle-like spirit sat on the roof, just a few floors up. Moments later, it dispersed into the air, fading away to a state of semi-existence.
In apartment 344 on the 34th floor, the door was knocked down as Civil Service Personnel came in to quickly carry out the missile and paramedics checked for survivors, finding the shocked but still breathing Nicolas. They carried him onto a stretcher and brought him down to the hospital for check-ups while his apartment would be cleaned and the windows repaired.
Anyway, this is the first chapter, which I wrote some time ago and I'm now planning to continue. I'll be keeping the chapters short so they can be logged here with greater ease.
C&C is welcome.
The rain streamed down. The dark silhouettes of the tall industrial buildings stood ominously against the dark grey skies. The last of the workers were returning home. At night, the machines would continue the work, although at a slower rate.
The rain was good as it cleared the sky from the ash and soot produced by the ongoing war and heavy industry.
On one of the roofs stood a dark figure. Lightning flashed. The figure spasmed and fell over. He was never heard of again.
Lightning flashed again.
Ball-lightning hovered a few feet above the ground, quietly buzzing.
The workers just moved around it. Slowly, the ball started to take shape. Thin legs grew from its core, which began to look like a beetles carapace. The beetle-like spirit creature rapidly crawled across the wall, disappearing into an alley. From there, it crawled onto the roof, where it spread its wings and took off towards the dark contours that made the city.
The workers just got on their trains, when suddenly the noise of the sirens filled the air. People started running for cover or just ducked and hoped for the best.
Twenty seconds later, the dud missile raced across the sky. Once it had passed, the people quickly got up to see where it would land. It crashed into apartment 344 on the 34th floor of a large skyscraper.
Nothing happened.
Ten seconds later, nothing continued to happen.
Another thirty seconds passed until nothing happened.
In apartment 344 on the 34th floor, Nicolas was sitting in a corner of his room, eyes and mouth wide open. The missile was lying in the middle of the room, shattered glass and woodwork around it, a little smoke spiralled from the engine exhaust. It hadn’t gone off.
Outside, the beetle-like spirit sat on the roof, just a few floors up. Moments later, it dispersed into the air, fading away to a state of semi-existence.
In apartment 344 on the 34th floor, the door was knocked down as Civil Service Personnel came in to quickly carry out the missile and paramedics checked for survivors, finding the shocked but still breathing Nicolas. They carried him onto a stretcher and brought him down to the hospital for check-ups while his apartment would be cleaned and the windows repaired.
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