Following on from my previous post, we decided to have a little bit more writing fun. This time I told Tyla to set me a story task - write a short story of his choice, and this is what I was told to write about.
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"Wake up, soldiers!" were the first words Mick heard that morning. As he sat up he felt a hard rush followed by a throbbing temple. That bottle of scotch last night was nothing but a bad idea, especially with the knowledge that he was due to be fighting this morning. This hangover would, inevitably, slow him down. With a groan though, he climbed off of his bunk, taking care not to land too hard, and pulled on a pair of trousers, shirt and a pair of sunglasses to hide his bloodshot eyes. Around him, other soldiers, small and large, were pulling on their combat gear - known as "greens" throughout the army - and assembling their rifles. Today was a big one and they had to be prepared. Mick was soon reminded of this and vowed never to drink again.
Outside of the troops' sleeping grounds the soldiers were lined up and awaiting their briefing. "Ladies and germs, today is a day which will place your abilities on the line. You will fight, and you will win. Injury may occur, but giving up is forbidden. Fight to the win or fight to the death. Your choice! Now, when I say 'Fight' you charge those scumbags with everything you have! Am I clear?"
"Yes, Sir!" the soldiers - including Mick - replied in unison.
After a long and silent wait the general finally gave his order, "Fight, motherfuckers, fight!"
And so they charged up and over the sand dunes to be greeted with something they'd never seen before: toad-green, shiny, lumpy alien creatures. Mick knew they wouldn't be pretty, but this was far from his expectations. Before he could think any more, though, the creatures were approaching. Fast. "Shoot!" was all he heard before squeezing the trigger, causing his rifle to spit out a stream of bullets at breakneck speed, striking and piercing his target with ease, ripping the top of its head off in the process. He laughed. What. A. Shot, he thought. Stop thinking and fight. Fight. Fight!
After a battle which resulted in 5 deaths, countless injuries and the destruction of an alien battalion, the soldiers returned to camp for their lecture on the day's work. "I would like to congratulate you on your fine fighting today, soldiers. We may have lost some of our own but we killed more and for that you receive my full congratulations. However, I would also like to remind you that this is only the beginning and that we are far from the end of this war. Tonight, though, we celebrate!" He kicked the trunk beside him which opened to reveal a line of bottles filled with, undoubtedly, alcoholic substances.
Mick groaned and looked away but before he could walk in the opposite direction Private Chiko tapped his shoulder and held a cup filled to the rim towards him. "Drink?" he asked in his high, Asian voice. "no thanks, Chi", was Mick's reply, "I don't drink". He then winked, turned on his heel and walked towards the soldiers' camp - for once he was going to have an early night.
Tuesday 22 November 2011
A brotherly collaboration
This is something which was written about three months ago but completely forgotten about as I'd been busy with house searching, uni and socialising. I was having a look through some documents on my iPad and came across this little gem.
Background story: I was sat in the bedroom with my brother (who happens to be the author of the previous brother-written story) and decided that we should have a little bit of writing fun and do a collaboration. The 'rules', if you can call them that, were that we each write a paragraph of between 100 and 200 words then continue it with our next one, if that makes any sense, and try to get around 500 words down.
Tyla began the story, I continued it, then he followed on. It's simple to tell who wrote what as he is a musical-obsessive and I'm a writer of weird things (admittedly, gay dogs are weird but ho hum). If I recall correctly, I'd been reading Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde at the time, hence the similarities.
It's not my best piece by far but it did make me laugh when I read it back earlier. Hopefully it'll leave you with more than a face like so: -___-
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Once upon a time a dog called Jeffrey met a another dog called jimmy. They met in a kennel and it was friendship at first sight. Jeffrey and jimmy do everything together, they play football together and they watch football together on their 70" tv. Jeffrey supports Chelsea and jimmy supports the scousers. One night Chelsea were playing the scousers (liverpool) at stamford bridge. Chelsea won that game and jimmy was VERY pissed off. While Jeffers Was celebrating jimmy walked out in a strop. They didn't see each other for a couple of days. When jimmy came back he said sorry to Jeffers. Later that day they both relised they were gay and they got married the next week and even better news jimmy relised that the scousers were crap so he started supporting Chelsea. (Tyla, 135 words)
Whilst in the kennel, watching seventy inches of Casualty, Jimmy had an epiphany, he realised that his life was not being lived to its fullest. And so an adventure was due. Over the next two weeks Jimmy huffed and barked, creating a strange concoction of chemicals which, when drunken, caused him to become The world's first shapeshifter dog - he was a canine capable of taking any form he wanted if he put his mind to it. Chelsea had been relegated to shite and adventure was all that was on young Jimbo's mind with now being the perfect time. So out he went, to perform his first task: getting those Chelsea suckers unrelegated. It would be hard but if he and his partner were to be happy, it had to be done, so out he went. (Pete, 138 (273) words)
When jimmy or "jimbo" thought long and hard about this he decided that he was gonna become a human. When jefferey saw jimmy become human jefferey also wanted to become human so that's what he done so in the end jefferey and jimmy both became human. When jimmy became human he had a change of mind and he wanted to play for his home town Liverpool. So he signed a contract at liverpool and jefferey signed a contract at Chelsea. Jefferey didn't like what jimmy had done. A week later it was Chelsea vs Liverpool in the final of the FA cup. They were both playing in the starting line up. This time Liverpool won the game and jimmy celebrated like mad in front of jefferey. After this jefferey was very angry so he hired an assassin to kill jimmy. Will he go through with it or will he back out at the last minute? (Tyla, 158 (431) words)
For a week, Jeff thought about the assassination but found himself unable to decide. Did he want to become the cliche lover-killer which had been done too many times in the past or did he want to remain in the same vicinity as a man (or dog) who played for those scummy scousers? Decisions, decisions. Pacing back and forth whilst listening to some Devildriver, Jeffrey dropped his head forward, threw it back, released a breath of air and made his decision - he was going to hire an assassin and get rid of Jeffrey, but it had to be professional and clean which meant the job could be done by only one man: Leon! (Pete, 110 (541) words)
Background story: I was sat in the bedroom with my brother (who happens to be the author of the previous brother-written story) and decided that we should have a little bit of writing fun and do a collaboration. The 'rules', if you can call them that, were that we each write a paragraph of between 100 and 200 words then continue it with our next one, if that makes any sense, and try to get around 500 words down.
Tyla began the story, I continued it, then he followed on. It's simple to tell who wrote what as he is a musical-obsessive and I'm a writer of weird things (admittedly, gay dogs are weird but ho hum). If I recall correctly, I'd been reading Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde at the time, hence the similarities.
It's not my best piece by far but it did make me laugh when I read it back earlier. Hopefully it'll leave you with more than a face like so: -___-
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Once upon a time a dog called Jeffrey met a another dog called jimmy. They met in a kennel and it was friendship at first sight. Jeffrey and jimmy do everything together, they play football together and they watch football together on their 70" tv. Jeffrey supports Chelsea and jimmy supports the scousers. One night Chelsea were playing the scousers (liverpool) at stamford bridge. Chelsea won that game and jimmy was VERY pissed off. While Jeffers Was celebrating jimmy walked out in a strop. They didn't see each other for a couple of days. When jimmy came back he said sorry to Jeffers. Later that day they both relised they were gay and they got married the next week and even better news jimmy relised that the scousers were crap so he started supporting Chelsea. (Tyla, 135 words)
Whilst in the kennel, watching seventy inches of Casualty, Jimmy had an epiphany, he realised that his life was not being lived to its fullest. And so an adventure was due. Over the next two weeks Jimmy huffed and barked, creating a strange concoction of chemicals which, when drunken, caused him to become The world's first shapeshifter dog - he was a canine capable of taking any form he wanted if he put his mind to it. Chelsea had been relegated to shite and adventure was all that was on young Jimbo's mind with now being the perfect time. So out he went, to perform his first task: getting those Chelsea suckers unrelegated. It would be hard but if he and his partner were to be happy, it had to be done, so out he went. (Pete, 138 (273) words)
When jimmy or "jimbo" thought long and hard about this he decided that he was gonna become a human. When jefferey saw jimmy become human jefferey also wanted to become human so that's what he done so in the end jefferey and jimmy both became human. When jimmy became human he had a change of mind and he wanted to play for his home town Liverpool. So he signed a contract at liverpool and jefferey signed a contract at Chelsea. Jefferey didn't like what jimmy had done. A week later it was Chelsea vs Liverpool in the final of the FA cup. They were both playing in the starting line up. This time Liverpool won the game and jimmy celebrated like mad in front of jefferey. After this jefferey was very angry so he hired an assassin to kill jimmy. Will he go through with it or will he back out at the last minute? (Tyla, 158 (431) words)
For a week, Jeff thought about the assassination but found himself unable to decide. Did he want to become the cliche lover-killer which had been done too many times in the past or did he want to remain in the same vicinity as a man (or dog) who played for those scummy scousers? Decisions, decisions. Pacing back and forth whilst listening to some Devildriver, Jeffrey dropped his head forward, threw it back, released a breath of air and made his decision - he was going to hire an assassin and get rid of Jeffrey, but it had to be professional and clean which meant the job could be done by only one man: Leon! (Pete, 110 (541) words)
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