The Final War

I've just realise that I haven't been writing for so long, so i decided to write something. I wonder if i'll ever manage to finish writing this though. I'll try to keep it as short as possible so that i have a higher change to finish it. Now i present you... .... The Final War :

There was a technology revolution thirty years back, and all sorts of mechanisms evolved at an unbelievable speed. It was so shocking at first no one could figure out how they should react. Then some countries started to have war. It soon became a world war. It was named “The Final War”, for many believed that mankind would not survive till after that war. People became beasts blinded by pride and power. Even countries that are small and powerless were dragged into the war. Larger countries thrived at first, concurring the other weaker countries the way we squash ants with our finger. But they did not remain thriving for long. Soon, there were only larger countries left, and they started killing each other. The blind beasts raged in war, killing more people than any other wars. It was truly a world war. Every single human was involved in it. New versions of nuclear bombs were dropped every other day. They killed more people, destroyed more buildings. Then someone decided that he had enough. He wanted all these to stop. He wanted control. He dropped the most powerful bomb ever created. It was said that you could see the earth shaking from a satellite. Countries began to yield. One by one they fall under the control of that man. He started brain washing the people and made them believe that things have always been the way they were now. His rule was similar to that of the king from the Qing Dynasty. But he stopped the war, and because of that, many people were willing to listen to him. those people were brained washed too. But they did so willingly. They… …

The rest of the diary was smudged with blood and could not be read. Stefen strained his eyes to decipher the distorted words, but he failed. The information provided from that old diary was more than enough to overwhelm him. Technology revolutions. World wars. Nuclear bombs. Brain wash. He never knew that the world was so advanced. But he was more curious than frightened.

Disappointed

I'm rather disappointed recently, for I am unable to produce any piece that I am satisfied with. Many ideas have come and gone, mostly for long stories. I have given up any hope for developments for long stories, for the past 4 long stories that I have written did not reach any where, and I do not think they ever will end. This is the 5th one, and I have not thought of any titles for it, but here is what i have written so far. Not that I actually expect this story to end, but i really cannot write any short ones recently for reasons unknown to even myself. This one lacked many things, to me, that is. It lacks descriptions, is rather confusing and misleading to me. I will be making changes soon. Bare with it.

“Where am I?” Jake muttered to himself as he sat up.

“Nowhere,” replied something that looked rather similar to a wolf, but stronger, and larger.

Its coat was blood red, and its fangs were larger and sharper than a normal fang. Its size was similar to that of a horse.

Instead of being frightened by the beast, Jake growled, “It doesn’t make sense at all.”

“It is not supposed to.”

“What are you?”

“Something.”

“That doesn’t make sense either.”

“Stop asking ridiculous answers, will you?”

“Then give me a proper answer!” Jake bellowed.

He felt irritated by the “something”.

“If you ask a proper question, I will give you a proper answer,” the beast seemed to be totally relaxed, and that irritated Jake.

They sat there in silence for a while, and then Jake began to understand the situation.

“I want to go home!” he began whimpering.

“Quiet.”

“I WANT TO GO HOME!”

The beast suddenly stood up and growled at the bush.

“Warfire, you are befriending a human again,” another beast, similar to Warfire, emerged from the bush.

This creature’s coat was pure white, without a single marking on it.

“Snowclaw!” hissed Warfire, “what do you want?”

“That human with you, is suppose to be an offering.”

“I don’t care. I am sick of it, offering after offering. Why don’t we just launch an attack on the other party? I don’t want to be bossed around anymore!”

“That will start a war! We are the Peacemakers! We are supposed to avoid war at all cost!”

“You are so naïve if you believe that good will actually win evil. That is in stories, stories! Fight poison with poison, good will never win evil. We are far stronger that those cat like creatures. We can win the war!”

“That is so not true!” growled Snowclaw.

Another creature, one slightly larger that Warfire, pounced out from the bush and pinned Jake to the ground.

“Offering,” it spoke.

Jake was sick of being so helpless around those creatures and being treating like nothing but a mere turkey, ready to be slaughtered and served as a meal.

“I AM NOT AN OFFERING!” he yelled.

For a moment, all the wolves’ eyes seemed to be fixed at something distant, and they spoke together.

“Not an offering…”

Jake was rather satisfied with himself when he felt energy being drained from him rapidly.

“Stop, stop STOP!” he pleaded in pain and desperation.

The feeling just stopped. The wolves returned to the way they were before he said that he was not an offering. A second later, all of them collapsed.