English short story writing

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The amazing things i've read here have inspired me to write something of my own.

 

The topic is journeys

 

please read and give feedback.

 

oh and how should i finish it?

 

So here it is:

Journeys across landscapes

By A.D

“Tha’s a big un huh, boss?” the eyes of the bandit glowed with the radiance of the baby sized diamond sitting on the worn wooden dining table.

“Go tell the boys we’re going to have a feast tonight.” The bandit leader’s voice reverberated off the walls of the old brick house in the middle of North Woodsea forest. A grin spread across his tanned unshaven face and his long black pants strained against his large lean muscles as he rose from his throne of aged oak. The bandit leader towered over his sack of loot and thought “glad I managed to pull off that one. The royal palace sure was heavily guarded.”

“Hey, how long are ya gonna stand there with yer thumbs up yer arse and drool drippin out yer mouth, Ed?”

Edward Pike scrambled to the basement stairs which led to the vast dining hall, dimly lit with flickering candles in fear of the menacing voice.

“Hey, Ben Dover would ya kindly bend over fo meh?” slurred a drunk bandit slouching in his cheap wooden chair and talking to his beer mug.

“whoah, there’re three o’ ya. Hawhawhaw.” Lauged another bandit as he drunkenly pointed at a candle stand.

With a thud and a crash Edward pike lay in a bloody pile at the foot of the stairs with an arrow shaft sticking out of his chest. The drunken bandits either didn’t mind the ruckus or thought it was an unfunny joke.

“Hawhawhaw. Hey Ed can’t yer roll dow tha sters prop’ly?” A drunk bandit stumbled towards Edward’s broken corpse. A steel tipped arrow pierced through his right eye and protruded out the other side. Needless to say, he was dead before he hit the floor.

 

5 Fiore royal gaurds in their bulky steel plate armor clanked down the stairs with interlocked wall shields. 4 royal archers in their hardened leather armor fired over the shoulder of the heavy soldiers, killing with astonishing efficiency. It took barely 5 minutes before all the bandits lay in pools of their own blood.

 

Knight Captain Alain pickud up the baby sized diamond with his silvered claw gauntlet. He saw a vision of the rich possibilities that lay in its radiant depths which belonged to the queen of the continent.

“Shak.” The blade of Knight Gillian’s gladius pierced through the heart of the bandit leader who had a dagger to Alain’s back. The gurgle of the dying man drowning in his own blood brought a sadistic grin to Gillian’s face.

“Captain, you’ve got to pay more attention even if we’re fighting trash.” He pulled his sword free of the man’s chest and wiped it on a nearby curtain.

“Shiiing, chack.” The gladius was back in its silver ingilded sheath and Alain had picked up the bag of loot on the table.

“Here, Gillian, I want you to carry this back to the palace.” Said Alain who was holding up the securely tied brown sack.

“Alright, alright, I’ll do it.” Grumbled Gillian “You could just have got Peter to do it though.”

Gillian picked up the heavy brown sack and waited for Alain to give the order to head back.

“Clomp, clomp, clomp” the sound of Peter’s heavy footsteps reverberated up the stairs.

“Sir, we have killed all the bandits.” reported peter’s gruff voice from down the stairs.

“Alright then. Everyone, we are heading back!” shouted Alain with his authorative voice. After a few minutes, the clanking of heavy plate armor subsided and all the royal soldiers had gathered in the small stone room.

Edited September 7, 2011 by b0r3d1d107