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Smokescreen by Fatalcrash, literature

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Smokescreen

Finn stared at the laptop, waiting for the right words to come to mind. None did. On the screen, the little line blinked on and off, waiting for letters to be entered. It’d been staying there for at least an hour, on and off, on and off, not moving forward but still sticking around just in case. It watched as Finn emptied out an entire pack of cigarettes, chain smoking so much that the room was covered in a stinking smokescreen. Finn rested his fingers on the keyboard and tapped trice. ‘The’, he entered, and the little line leapt forward in joy, jumping three whole letters. At the end of the word it stopped again, waiting wit

Cattle by Fatalcrash, literature

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Cattle

Cattle, that’s what we are. I sit at the back of the circular cell, bunched up with my knees drawn to my chin. High above me, cold, stinging air wafts in through the grate that holds us in. This cell isn’t a prison. It’s a well. A well of profit. I’m not alone. Many of my people mill about restlessly, hoping futilely for a way out. The clothes that cover their dark skin are torn, dirty and thin. But our captors know better than to simply let us perish, even though there are more where we came from. We are far too valuable, and they are far too efficient in what they do. Instead we wait, and tell stories, and imagine what

Secondhand by Fatalcrash, literature

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Secondhand

The car’s been with me a long time. I’ve had it since I got my drivers licence when I was eighteen, and eighteen’s been gone for ten years now. That’s a long time, if you stop to think about it. At least a third of my life, actually. This car’s been here for me for a third of my life. But I can’t be here for this car any longer. Not anymore. Not after what happened. We’re parked outside a convenience store, with only the dim lights lined along the road and peeking out the store’s windows for company. Across the road sits a secondhand car lot. A small fleet of unwanted, abandoned cars watch us. All as

Forecast by Fatalcrash, literature

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Forecast

Forecast “Fair weather all the way up till Tuesday, followed by thunderstorms coming in from the east on Monday,” said Desmond Phillips, motioning to the green screen behind him. He smiled at the camera. “If you’re planning a picnic at the new city park, you might want to know that Wednesday marks the start of this year’s rainy season. Expect showers and storms all through the next few months as the warmer air in the east drive clouds down the peninsula toward us.” A voice buzzed in his ear, courtesy of the earpiece surreptitiously hidden there. Diana, the newscaster for tonight, taking over from him. The camer

Shifter's Dawn: Chapter 4 by Fatalcrash, literature

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Shifter's Dawn: Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Gifts And Curses Kyle’s hand quickly moved to the hilt of his weapon, but before his fingers had even touched the steel grip, he felt Kiara’s hand hold his arm back. “Sean! You little runt, how’ve you been?” said the man in the doorway. He hugged Sean tightly for a few moments before ruffling the boy’s hair. “How’s my favourite nephew?” Sean broke loose from his uncle’s grip. “What are you talking about? I’m your only nephew.” “Never mind that, then. Where’s your father?” The boy looked slightly guilty. “That’s the thing. Can we come insi

Shifter's Dawn: Chapter 2 by Fatalcrash, literature

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Shifter's Dawn: Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Scars Don’t Fade The sun was just starting to set as Kyle and his companion reached the town. The brick walls of the buildings around them were awash with the fiery orange glow, and the paved streets of the settlement were beginning to clear as townspeople entered the buildings to escape the coming darkness, as well as the cold. More than one person stared at Kyle as he walked past, and some actually turned around and walked in the opposite direction. Kyle wondered why people were avoiding him, until he caught a reflection of himself in the display panel of a bookshop. “Looks like you weren’t lying about this senti

Shifter's Dawn: Chapter 3 by Fatalcrash, literature

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Shifter's Dawn: Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Just Down The Road The city was a maze of houses and roads. Encircled by a huge grey wall that dwarfed even the tallest buildings, it was a safe haven for most of its people from the violence and unpredictability of the outside world. It was said that a man could live in the city without ever having to see the other side of the city walls. King Julien didn’t think so, watching the morning activity from the top of a spire in the middle of the city. A man could be able to live his entire life in the city, but he doubted one would ever want to do so. Chilling winds brushed against the furs that he was wearing and tugged at his

After the fight by Fatalcrash, literature

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After the fight

I stare at the red on the mirror, a violent splash of carnage. Her broken heart still pulsing on the glass. Electric lights blast on, harsh blinding oppression pressing down, push me roughly to surrender. I am interrogated, burning questions repeated and force fed. Doubting myself again and again and again and again. Thrown naked into a darkened corner of my mind, I remember what she did that tore us apart, and how I was flung into a hurricane of emotion. But I still wish I could forgive what she did, and forget the stinging words I said, And so with hope - I stare at the red on the mirror, at her apology written in lipstick,

Why is it- by Fatalcrash, literature

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Why is it-

Why is it men are deaf even to the crying laments of calls long extinct The songs of silenced birds lost long ago Why is it men are mute to speak when it is right uttering the truth of false prophets No longer who they should be Why is it men are blind ignoring the sorrow of others wasting their inheritance Dooming themselves to a fate unknown Why is it that when an old lady falls to the ground blood spilled another life lost in a crimson blossom of war and hate Men walk away?

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Shifter's Dawn: Chapter 1 by Fatalcrash, literature

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Shifter's Dawn: Chapter 1

Chapter One: Awakening The light was quickly fading in the horizon as the young man opened his eyes. Black hair fringed his striking brown eyes, which darted about at the expense of forest that grew serenely around him. Tall redwood trees stretched upwards like giants, each supporting its own little ecosystem of plants and animals. Small squirrels scampered up and down the ancient bark, busy with their final tasks as their day drew to a close. The shadow of an owl passing overhead sent them back into their nests. Above him, the faint outline of the moon was starting to appear, framed by the leafy canopy. A cold breeze passed through the tre

Children of the sky by Fatalcrash, literature

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Children of the sky

We are the ones who live in fantasy Who see silver fish swim the sea above hear the thunder wave and crash on the dark crags of cloud that hang grey and cold Who fill with mystery as we stare beyond and wonder and think of what lies in the Deep for We are the ones who live in fantasy And at night, we lie back and stare - gazing at the sated waters dotted with what we thought were fireflies

Bus ride by Fatalcrash, literature

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Bus ride

stop - jerk to halt leaving the akward bus stop I enter cool metal air hazed with warm and sticky smell bus go pulling away ignoring the latecomer hand stretched out and yelling face red scramble to seat dodge glances head ducks down stare at the peeling leather chair silence ensues the bus's roar grows intermittant stops as some leave and walk away expressionless multicoloured blaze outside eyelids grow heavy doze off wake up seconds early jerk halt again Get on my feet, and hoof it home.

Why is it- by Fatalcrash, literature

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Why is it-

After the fight by Fatalcrash, literature

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After the fight

Shifter's Dawn: Chapter 3 by Fatalcrash, literature

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Shifter's Dawn: Chapter 2 by Fatalcrash, literature

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Shifter's Dawn: Chapter 4 by Fatalcrash, literature

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Shifter's Dawn: Chapter 4

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About Fatalcrash

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Deviant for 17 years
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Current Residence: Singapore
Favourite genre of music: Alternative rock, but also anything that I happen to like the sound of. (See above)
Operating System: Windows XP.
MP3 player of choice: Not the IPOD.
Skin of choice: ENGAGE.
Favourite cartoon character: Balto and Littlefoot made me cry. If that counts. Why can't I just give one word answers?
Personal Quote: Random curses that happen to present themselves to me at the time.

Favourite Movies

Too many, anything with a good combination of storyline, music and characters.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Linkin Park, Staind, just about anything that catches my fancy.

Favourite Writers

Jeff Grubb, Matthew Reilly, Neil Gaiman.

Favourite Games

FPS\' in general. And for the record, I dislike playing WoW.

Favourite Gaming Platform

PC, but only because I can't afford anything else.

Tools of the Trade

My fingers, imagination, books, friends, and encouragement. Lots and lots of encouragement.

Other Interests

Writing, Furries, First Person Shooters, liqour and coffee?

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Fatalcrash

Nov 23, 2008

Tagged for tagging.

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Instuctions: Remove one question and replace it with your own. Tag 8 people, list 'em out at the end of the post! Notify 'em through their tagboard that they've been tagged. 1. What do you hear now? My girlfriend on the phone with me. 2. What do you want the most now?: I want more time to do the things I enjoy. 3. If there was one thing- just one thing in the world that you could have, what would it be?: Better relations with people around me. 4. Do you hate your friends sometimes?: Yup. Hate them all the time. Mark of a good friend is someone you hate but can't bear to leave. 5. Where do you think will be the place where you wanna

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Fatalcrash

Nov 21, 2008

Nothing to no one but me.

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I feel so stupid, and in pain. I'm being selfish, and I know that I am. I had a rough night. My girlfriend's getting a tattoo at a convention next year, something which I desperately hoped would not happen. She's also got a posting as Sub-committee leader of her culture club. I should be happy for her. But I can't bring myself to be. Her posting means I'll see her less. Her tattoo... Well, you wouldn't let an artist take a marker and go over your favourite painting with it, would you? But it's so selfish of me to see it that way, and that's the reason for my rough night. While I was confronting myself on these two accounts, I decided that

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Fatalcrash

Nov 20, 2008

Out of the frying pan...

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My Creative Writing class ended last week. I'll miss it. It was fun. Definitely one of the best classes I've had all year round. It gave me a reason to write more than I normally would, and now I have two good, quality pieces of work that I can be proud of. Discipline to write is a lot easier to conjure up when your marks depend on it. Makes me almost wish that I had CW class all the time. It's not the end, though. With a bit of luck, I should be able to keep the steam going. My lecturer's already told me that I'm welcome to send any writing I do to her for criticism. That should put me on the way to improving myself. I'm not the class' bes