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I looked up and saw that the sky was ablaze with a wicked green flame, and I realized that the world was coming to its end. For countless years religious fanatics have preached about the end of the world with the coming of demons or Jesus or The Cat in the Hat. It really didn't matter because none of them were right. The invaders looked enough like demons but truth be told they were alien shocktroops from a distant galaxy we had never heard of or could have cared less about.

We had always wondered if there was intelligent life somewhere in space, there was. They were smarter, faster, stronger and more violent than we could ever hope to be. They looked like the monsters out of myths and books; big, mean, and evil.

They came at you in a whirling deverish of claws, teeth, and fire. Slashing, tearing, burning, killing. They were merciless, brutally slaughtering anything in their path. That was their one mission here on Earth, to purge this planet of all life. Earth was like a supply base, full of resources, and in a war you need resources. That's my guess anyways. It is possible to kill the demons, if you have enough ammo, if its powerful enough.

I sat in a mostly dark room, only pale green light came through the window. I looked away from the window, got up off the floor, and sat on the edge of the bed. I glanced over at my rifle, which was laying on the floor, and tried to remember how many bullets I had left. Twelve, that was it, enough to kill two of them. I sighed and looked over at my last glint of hope, she was laying in the bed, the covers pulled up to her neck. I kept telling myself that she was sleeping, but deep inside I knew she was dead. We were sitting outside waiting for a friend when a demon came from nowhere. It caught her under her ribs with one of its claws. I managed to kill the demon but the damage had been done. I had laid her down on the bed and covered her with the sheets. The last thing she said was, "Please don't leave me." then the light faded from her eyes. That was half an hour ago, I grabbed my rifle and stood up. Time to go. I leaned over and kissed her, stealing the last bit of warmth from her lips. I brushed a stray lock of her fiery red hair away from her face, "Don't worry kitten," I said, "I'll be with you in a few minutes." With that I stepped outside…

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There is something very H.G. Well in this. I like this excerpt; it sounds like extremely promising.

There is a nice balance of details and actions and thoughts.

( Posted by: Furius [Member] On: November 21, 2002 )

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