Ok, I have to do it. I have to spit this idea out and see what people say.

Sometimes I get these just...intense visuals...and I've gotta write them.

I had a really vivid idea yesterday....and the few people I told scoffed at the idea....so tell me if you can "see" this.

Alrite check it out...crazy post nuclear winter setting (kinda mad maxish). Crazy ruined city. Huuuuge battle inside of the city (crumbling ruins, snipers, tanks, the works. Think Stalingrad, WW2). There are 3 armies combating over this land...and there's 2 other people who wind up in the middle of the place. The 3 forces all have uniforms...but these 2 people dont belong to any force so they dont have uniforms...so if anyone sees them...chances are they'll hesitate for a bit and then shoot them. One is a man...the other is a woman (big suprise) Woman is a pilot for one of the few remaining aircraft on earth...and the guy is just...well...a badass. He's trying to escort her out of the city so she can get to her plane.

Got all that? Alright so on the first day it gets to be pretty damn late at night. The two of them stop off in this small alley facing a not-so-active but still-pretty-active city block. The guy is laying down with his back against the wall. He's got one arm around the pilot who is resting her head on his chest trying to sleep. Using his free arm, the guy props up his huge rifle (with supressor) against his leg, aiming out of the alley. Every time people run by the opening into the alley (i'd say its about 5 feet in width) he shoots them. Im serious...he shoots them and they stumble a few feet before falling dead.

Corny? Lacking plot? Lacking realism? I don't care...it looks SO COOL

Where did this idea come from? I have not the slightest clue. But...it's awesome...isn't it? Ack...I like it. Ok i'll give this post a purpose in the hopes of some sort of response- does anyone have crazy visual ideas like this without much of a plot...and feel the urge to write them?

(Im writing it up right now...and it's awesome.)

I have a few.

Powerful sorceress waged a war on a land that wouldn't accept her - a land that had cast her out without giving her a chance. She developed her magic. She found ancient magical artifacts. She had at her command mountain strongholds that would fly through the air as a ship at sea, raining death from cannons and archer battalions and magic spells.

Dark and forboding castle. She is in a device made to magnify her power to near god-like effects. Two poison-dart snipers sitting above the only entrance to protect her. A man from her past comes in; the first one, as a young boy, to show her kindness, and then, a man she almost loved. A man she'd encountered in her war numerous times. She was known withdraw from battles suddenly and without reason, sometimes. Secretly, this man was the reason.

He enters the room with sword in hand, freshly bloodied from the war raging outside. He advances the steps, calling her name. Her ritual falters as she hears the familiar voice. Her heart stops. He hadn't come to kill her, she knew, but the snipers saw the man, his weapon in hand and let loose their bolts. One skips off the steps. The man didn't see it, but he heard it. The second finds his back, injecting him with deadly poison.

He falters in his step, but continues rising. She is frozen, horrified that she had brought about his impending death through her snipers. He finally gets to her, softly repeating her name one last time before collapsing into her arms. Not quite overcome with grief, the woman reasons the events. She thought she would bring fairness to the land, but she now realizes she would only bring more pain and less fairness. She weeps as she turns her power inward, casting her mountains onto her hoards and raining fire from the skies. She wipes out her hoard in minutes.

Days pass, and no one has heard from the sorceress or her hoard. But, at a small temple in a small town, a hooded female rider arrives by horse and cart. A man is in the cart. She drops a purse full of gold and requests of the priests, "Use your magic as I could not. Heal this man. He deserved more." When the man is removed from the cart, she rides off slowly, silently.

Well, okay. This one does have a plot, and I do feel like writing, but I'm too damned lazy. >_> <_<

This is an Omoi scene that popped into my head awhile ago. Doesn?t really have any connection to the story, but it still could happen. Its more of a movie shot, but this is how it plays in my head.


Start

Extreme close up on the right eye, unblinking.

Slow zoom out, panning left to centre on eyes. Slight frown, anger and pain playing across her eyes.

As the camera continues to pull back a blade cuts across the face, glinting orange. Reveal Miharu, hair slightly messy and blown gently by the wind standing on guard. Behind her rubble and spot fires surround the nearest areas, some sections of city scape in the far background, apparently unharmed. Hear only the sound of burning and the wind.

Finnish pull back. She?s scuffed up and seems mighty pissed.

She levels the blade off a little and says ?No, dad.?

End

Ah, perfectr. i was just about to post this to a new thread, when i stumbled across here. This is a oneshot that turned into a short story. My grade twelve writer's craft teacher gave it 100%

BEHOLD: ONESHOT OF DOOM!!

Heroes
By Lucas Walker

The ship rocked under more energy fire and Commander Richard Borealis of the 32nd imperial fleet smiled at the efficiency of his crew. They were, of course, engaged in battle against the local pirate faction. His crew had frequent skirmishes with these pirates, who sought to claim the entire border spaces as their own. He and his crew had been patrolling the outer territories, when an intercepted transmission led them straight into a trap. A pincer movement of pirate vessels had caught them in a tight spot and they were trying very hard to escape. The ship rocked again, and again he smiled as he watched the pirates’ attempts to catch them.

“Helm, divert all available power to the shields and begin charging the hyperdrive,” he barked, the crew carrying out his order as soon as it was made. The blue-white energy field around the ship glowed brighter as power was shunted into it from other systems.

“We need to get out of here now, before they get that gravwell generator repaired.”

“Shields at 67% and holding.”

“Harmonic Armor is at 40%, activating repair bots.”

“Hyperdrive core is at 67% and rising.”

“Changing to evasive pattern delta five.”

The ship banked to the left, dodging past a pair of raiders. Richard smiled, feeling the stresses as the ship accelerated. He was very proud of his crew and how they handled battle. The reports kept coming in, but all he did was nod, letting them get their work done. As the ship weaved around the enemy ships with nary a care. However that was all about to change as a rippling distortion of green-gold energy formed on the outskirts of the battle.

“Sir! I’m detecting an… Holy hell! It’s an Anra Heavy cruiser… in assault mode!” The Anra vessel began powering its weapons as it prepared to take them all out. Richard sighed as he steeled himself for what might happen.

“Helm, I need that hyperdrive NOW!” he shouted, startling the ensign. Richard was not normally an angry man, but if the Anra got involved, then they would all wind up dead. “Tactical, prepare to clear our way!” the tactical officer nodded, then smirked to himself.

“Sir, permission to use the Plasmatic Cannon?” he asked, as he typed on his console. Richard just nodded an affirmation at him. The Tactical officer, a man by the name of Brent Michaels, began readying the weapon for use. He was a relatively tall man, with a mane of pearly hair. His eyes shone with a deep scarlet reminiscent of a lake of blood. He laughed as Richard gave his affirmation, and his front incisors gleamed a white that reflected his snowy locks. He began the firing sequence with a flick of his wrists and smiled.

The Eclipse’s underside began to change, engine struts pulling into themselves, armor shifting its position. The hull rumbled as new stresses took their toll, but that wouldn’t be an issue for long. The cannon was now exposed to the space that cradled the ship that bore it. It was a great lance, reminiscent of those used in the ancient sport of jousting. Three targeting prongs formed around it, waiting to guide its massive power.

Brent smirked as the sequence completed, “Captain, weapon is ready, I’ve got a firing solution for the bulk of the raiders coming up on your screen now.”
“It looks sound… Fire!” Richard yelled, then turned to something on his console. From the readings he was getting, the Anra had finished with the defenders and were moving towards his ship. He was not about to let that happen. “Ready the hyperdrive!”

The crew leapt into action, following the crescendo of his voice. Systems were checked and locked down, and the vessel reconfigured itself for hyperspace travel. The pirates had realized that they were going to make a run for it, and had intensified their attack.

“Cannon firing… Now!” Brent shouted, typing furiously on his console as he regulated the power flow. The weapon began glowing blue as arcs of electricity jumped between the targeting prongs and the main weapon. As the Anra and the fleeing pirates came into range, the arcs blazed a gold-red. The energy that had been building up lanced outwards in a great strike of red-gold and struck the enemy ships. Some of them disintegrated, while others were disemboweled and leaked their remains over the battlefield.

The pirates quickly realized that it was not a good idea to be caught by the beam and ran. Their ships sending all the power they had to their engines. The vast majority managed to make it to light speed, but a few failed and were caught by the Anra.

The vessel began accelerating as the hyperdrive powered up. Arcs of red plasma, left over from the cannon’s attack, danced across the engine struts.

“Hyperdrive engaging on my mark… 3… 2… 1… Mark!” the ship jumped forwards and flew into the white oblivion that was hyperspace.

“All hands! We are entering hyperspace, maintain blue alert,” announced Richard. He braced himself as the ship accelerated into that white void of hyperspace, letting the subsonic vibration of the engines wash his worries away. Likewise, the bridge crew began to relax. Some even had the gall to kick up their feet and go to sleep, but Richard didn’t have the strength to reprimand them. He sighed, then stood up to leave for his room.

“Crew, you’ve got the next 4 hours off. Wake me at 0900,” one of the ensigns nodded at his command, before returning to her console.
The lights flickered as they dropped out of hyperspace, klaxons alerting them to the proximity of the planet. Richard was jolted awake and what he saw did not please him.

“Conn, where the hell are we?” he barked. The conn officer shrugged slightly before responding.

“I don’t know captain, the hyperdrive charts say we’re in the Exert Expanse, but the stars don’t match, personally sir, I have no clue,” he said with a sigh. Richards pulled himself up, before deciding a course of action.
“Con, I want you to run a temporal analysis. If I’m right, then we won’t be getting home anytime soon.” The conn officer began typing away. Richard sighed, then turned to the TAC officer. “Brent, I need you run an inventory of all weapons and defense devices. Get your repair teams to fix any damages sustained during that fight.”

Brent smiled halfheartedly then left the bridge. Richard used his card to access the central computer. Even though this ship was a mere border patroller, the archives held the schematics for many weapons that appeared only on the flagships of the royal navy. The card beeped, then asked him for his command code. He sighed, struggling to remember it. Then after it came to him, he entered it. The card flashed up the schematics of several defensive and offensive devices. Richard told the card to make this information available to the bridge crew, before he signed out.

~~
In the deep void that was space there hung a great nebula, crafted from ice and fire. Amidst that nebula drifted the hulks of many ships that had fought and died there. This is not their story; rather this is the story of the one ship that did survive. A vessel from the far future, lost in the aeons of time.

Richard grimaced as the suit dug into his back once again, but otherwise ignored the pain. He and several crewmen were currently effecting upgrades to the harmonic armor. Suffice it to say that things were going slower than he would have liked, but the upgrades needed to be done if they were to survive this lost era. Richard turned slightly, gazing at the depths of the nebula they had drifted into, watching the many plasma streamers ripple with vibrancy. He sighed, then activated his commlink, “Brent, you there,” he asked, waiting for the reply.

“Sure thing Rich, lemme guess… you want to know about our upgrades,” replied the Tac officer. Richards smiled, Brent was as bright as ever and cheery too.

“That’s exactly what I want to know, so…” said Richard, a sigh in his voice. Over the Comm he could here Brent doing his checklist.

“Prism cannons… Check. Cobalt induction torpedoes… check. Hot new ensign stretching his oh-so-fine body… che-eck,” Richard reviewed what he heard before realizing the last item on the list.

“Brent! You’re supposed to be doing the tactical checklist, not watching ensign Kiro,” he barked, as he imagined the look on the tactical officer’s face.

“Captain… How would you know it was Kiro I was watching?” the Tactical officer asked, snickering. Richard’s face tinged red and he sighed.

“Just get back to work,” he said before he turned off the com. Moments later, he finished his repairs, and entered the airlock.

~~
The ship’s repairs had been finished about a week before now, leaving the crew to prepare for the coming battle. Many of them joined Richard and Brent in the Tri-deck for self-defense lessons, and relaxation. Soon however, their peace was shattered by an errant distress call.

“Crew, get to battle stations. We’ve just received a distress call that indicates the Anra are attacking Zero Alpha. You all know what this means, so get ready,” announced Richard. The crew abandoned their rest and rushed to battle stations. Harmonic armor shifted to cover vital areas and the defensive batteries detached from their carriers as they prepared for the coming storm.


The ship shook slightly as they exited hyperspace amidst a great battle. Ships of every size and configuration fought eachother.

“Holy hell, sir. I’m getting over 3000 different power cores out there. Of them, at least half are Anra,” shouted the sensor tech. Richard allowed himself a moment to decide what to do.

“Helm, Tac, ready all weapons. I’m guessing that this is the battle that decimated the Anraen Empire. So lets kick their rears!” shouted Richard. The crew went into battle form perfectly.

“Shields up, holding at 102%”

“Harmonic armor engaged, steady at 95%”

“Shifting configuration to assault mode delta”

“Assuming aggressive stance, devoting engine power to weapons”

“Sir, there’s an Amarae alliance vessel off our port bow, it needs help…”

“Then what the hell are you waiting for Brent, lets go,” replied Richard. The defensive energy batteries activated and sent torrents of fiery death towards the Anra Gunships harrying the Amarae vessel. The first ship shuddered, and then fragmented as the waves of hyper charged plasma seared it to dust. The second ship turned, having realized that there was a larger threat. It fired its Razor Guns only to have them impact on our shields, far enough away that the fragments would not damage our ship. Once the Anra discovered that their projectile weapons were ineffective against us, their entire attack strategy changed. Rather than bludgeon us into submission, they were trying to ram themselves down our throats. With a tap of the joypad, helm danced us over their strike.

“Brent, now would be a good time to fire,” Richard shouted, glaring at Brent. He merely shrugged before engaging the defensive batteries.

“Targeting their engine array now… and firing!” he shouted, as though the louder he said it, the stronger the attack would be. The Anra ship shuddered under the blast, but managed weather it. With a mighty groan they turned towards us, intent on another run.

“Uh… Sir?” asked the sensor tech; “There’s what looks to be an Emperor class destroyer coming out of hyperspace. The markings match those of the two Anra ships.” Richard pondered this, before coming to a simple concession: Run away

“Helm, plot a weaving course that brings us away from the main battle, I don’t want us to be there when that lug opens fire.”

“Aye sir, changing course.” The ship shuddered as if hit, and deck plates bucked under the stress. “Wow… my god sir, that was the fringe effect of a Totetsu nova inducer.”

Richard gasped. He had only heard legends about such devices; to actually encounter one was amazing.

“I take it that the Toketsu have arrived to assist the Anra, typical,” said Richard, glaring at the emperor destroyer on the screen. The vessel was sending hundreds of ships straight to oblivion with its plasma wave weapons.

“Captain, I don’t think the Toks are here to help the Anra,” state Brent, indicating the Tok fleet engaging the Anra. Massive cruisers unleashed their radiant guns, while other, smaller vessels made do with their nova weapons. Brent continued, “They must have done something real bad to piss off the Toks.”

Richard thought for a moment, before the came to his decision.
“Guys, I want us to engage that destroyer. But only if you all want to.”

“Sir, I wouldn’t have it any other way. The Anra are a scourge to anything that lives, so I think I speak for all of us when I say: To hell with the Anra!” without his orders to guide them Richard’s crew sent the ship hurtling towards the emperor destroyer. Prism cannons cleared the way, Cobalt variant warheads sent any ship that tried to jump them into the afterlife, and the plasmatic cannon readied itself for battle.

“Sir, I’ve got that Amarae Alliance vessel over the Com, they want to know if they could join us…”

“Of course they can, give them a navigational feed to form up on our flank. That cruiser is gonna be hard work” Three Amarae Alliance cruisers formed up to Protect the Eclipse’s flank, clearing the smaller enemies away with concentrated particle beam fire. The Eclipse herself was using her heavy weapons as she fought her way to an Anra heavy destroyer that was pummeling two Toketsu Bioships into oblivion.

“Sir, I’m targeting their weapons now,” said Brent, as he typed away on his console. “Preparing to fire… Now!” The Eclipse and her allies let forth a deluge of weapons fire, cascading off of defense ships until it sliced through the rear of the Anra destroyer. Richard smiled, then raised his hand.

“Signal the Toketsu, I need them to focus on those defenders. If we can’t get through that cloud, then there’s no way to destroy that Emperor,” he ordered. Officer Siiel forwarded the message.

“Receipt confirmed, they’re forming up,” she replied, blushing slightly from the response of the Toks. Her elfin ears tinged crimson as she fought to retain her composure. “Sir, I’m picking up something you might want to see…” she said, staring intently at something on her screen.

Richard shifted his viewer to her focus. His eyes widened, and he let out a laugh; Michael, his longtime lover, was fighting the Anra in full battle armour with a great red blade that seemed miles long cutting through ship after ship. He flapped his wings for a moment, and then his eyes met with Richard’s. Are you ready? He seemed to say. Richard smiled back.

~ Oh, but of course… Lover of mine. Let our final strike be as powerful as our first climactic embrace ~ he sent, willing the thoughts to Michael. His lover paused for a second longer, then rejoined the battle. Richard’s face grew hard as he saw what was next. The reinforcements had arrived: seven Anra Reapers had just dropped off of a wake trail, their weapons bristling with power. Richard started as he saw those ships, an ancient fear crawling up his spine.

“Send out a fleet wide alert. We’re going to have to retreat…” he ordered, his breathing growing heavy.

“But sir…”

“You can’t…”

“History records record different…”

“Captain, Please… Michael wouldn’t want this. If we use the hyper array, we can still win. History records that the defenders of Zero Alpha died to destroy the Anra high lords…” Richard slumped, defeated. His eyes wandered to the dancing form of Michael, sending thousands of Anra to their fiery doom. How can he be so casual, when there are so many lives at stake? He sighed.

“Very well. Tell the fleet to form up in Omega-three parade formation. Brent, prepare the Plasmatic weapons. Siiel, get on those messages. Magnus, set course to 28.4, 72.1 by a 39.74 dimensional variant…. Get me on the com,” he ordered, then addressed the entire ship.

“Crew, this is your captain. We’ve been through some good times, and bad. It is now that I ask for you help in this final battle. This is not an order, if you wish to refuse, do so. Nobody will stop you. I ask that you accompany me to destroy the leaders of the ravagers of dimensions.”

“This is first officer Brent Michaels, I concur with the captain in all matters. Prepare fore a rough ride, folks,” concluded Brent. The entire crew concurred with his sentiment, so, for the next while, each would do his or her best to make the Anra pay. The Eclipse shuddered under enemy fire, and then with new resolve, she entered battle once more. The Anra never knew what hit them.


End #1

really long, no?

A one scene of a man sitting in an alley, tightly wrapped in many layers of clothing, a scarf hanging loose around his collar. He exhales a long cloud of mist from his mouth.

(Do you immediately get the feeling the atmosphere is 'blue'?)

Makes me think of either a reincarnated Kenshin, Sano, or Saito. It could fit any of them. *shrug*

Well, a little something from a Gatekeepers story I'm tryin' to write.

Tokyo, 2024

"long time no see, Glasses-girl."

Isuzu Ayane started, and spun around. Only one person had ever called her "Glasses-girl," ages ago: a brash, irreverant AEGIS officer who drank beer like water, drove crazily, and was a crack shot.

He was her husband, and the father of her two children. But him being here was impossible.

He was dead.

Ayane turned to look at the man who accosted her. He was taller than her by about a foot, roughly 5'10" high, with silver-ray hair combed neatly to the side. A few stray strands of hair fell over his forehead, framing it, and his brown eyes twinkled with silent amusement behind the thick-rimmed glasses he wore. "You look surprised, koishii," he grinned, adjusting his glasses. In that instant, Ayane caught sight of an ugly scar over his right eye, and gasped.

It's him. But it can't be... he's dead! But that scar..... I'd know that scar anywhere. "Who are you?"

"How about the guy who gets you plastered on sake?" shrugged the man. Reaching into his coat pocket, he produced a silver cruxifix on the same chain with a pair of dogtags. "Remember me?"

"You," she breathed, shock washing over her face. "You're dead...."

"Actually, no. Though I did nearly die once, before I proposed to you... but we both know that. I'm here for business, I'm afraid."

"What business?" she asked, almost fearful at how determined and cold his tone was.

"I need you to release to me my son. I need Kenji."

Oh no...... she thought desparately.

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Comments?

Flows very well...and the character is very vivid. I would ask you what the rest it...but that would just defy the point of my post, now wouldn't it.

Brown eyes...good. I've heard of enough damned blue eyes to last me a life-time