Dark Ninja
04-19-2011, 01:46 PM
Hi, I'm slowly getting into writing. I don't really know where to start but I do enjoy writing short pieces of descriptive text. I generally get ideas but i just don't know how to expand on them.
Anyway, I hope you can give me some useful feedback! So, without further hesitation, here are my pieces of writing:
Edit - Piece 7
Edit 2 - Piece 8
Piece 1:
The barren wastelands unfold for miles, until meeting the mountains and alien terrain on the horizon. A wisp of dust sweeps across the plains. Shadows fall as the sun hovers in the sky, blanketing the ground in a warm wave of heat. As the evening light fades, a new sight blares into focus. The small corporate city lights up. The distant sound of vehicles and ships rings across the plains from the small oasis of civilization. In the distant, many miles away, a huge figure stands majestically in the wasteland. The rusting corpse of a crashed space shuttle, entrenched in a hundred meter deep crater, bits of debris littering the trail where it slide to its demise. The gaping holes in the ships side, looted for their worth years ago, creaking rumbles out of the dead ship as the metal strains and contorts in the heat.
Piece 2:
The sun shone through the dust clouds, slowly drifting in the light wind. A tree in the distance swayed a little, shadows being cast across the grassland below. The soft rattle of metal clanged from beyond the hill. The horizon was broken by a figure making it's way across the raised ground. It lifted the iron visor, sunken blue eyes surveyed the land before them. The dark pupils scanning left and right. The man raised an armoured hand and removed the helmet. His hand fell to the side, dropping the helmet to the floor with a dull thud. His tunic waved in the wind, the bright blues and golds rippling over the smooth metal cuirass. The towering man fell to his knee's. The scene before him was unlike any other he had seen. A single tear followed the contours of his worn face and disappeared under his mouth.
Piece 3:
A blistering heat washed over the drab wasteland, charred remains of animals lay scattered across the cracked earth, their bones blackend with ash. The Sunlight licked over the Rangers dusty brown trench-coat, billowing in the wind. He stood, perfectly still, surveying the view before him. He spat, rested his hand on the holster of his pistol and moved steadily forwards. Around him lay miles of desolate wasteland, not a living creature for as far as the eye could see. Yet the bleak ghost town before him was un-nerving. The ruined remains of the old wooden buildings lay scattered and burned from the great fires. The Ranger made his way along the street, his eye's scanning left and right. At the end of the dirt road he stopped. His eye's rested upon a decayed building and what lay inside. His fingers gripped the magnum, flexing as his grip tightend. As his gaze lifted, the sunlght washed across his jaw, a smile twinged.
Piece 4:
A light mist settled across the floor, gliding over the moist soil. The slight shimmer of sunlight slithered through the canopy, eluminating area's of the dense forest floor. Tree trunks the size of houses stretched for miles, the tree's reaching many hundreds of feet into the air. Strange sounds echoed across the mysterious landscape, Whoops, clicks and croaks filled the air. The twisted lower branches warped around each other, casting strange shadows in the little light that penetrated this far. This is the forest of Scrupulosa.
Piece 4.1:
A crack echoed around the forest Dexter stopped, scanning the area, his Eye's darting left and right piercing through the dank undergrowth. Raising his hand he signalled for the company to move. From the bushes over twenty men rose and formed a line.
"Sarge getting jumpy again O'neil?" A trooper asked.
"Yeah kid, just watch your six." O'neil replied, scanning the tree line.
They marched on, through the undergrowth constantly alert. the dark forest closing in around them. As they approached a large ditch, Dexter motioned for the men to form a line, looking over the edge. A rustle as twenty pairs of boots came crunching over the debris of the forest floor and rested in position. Each of the men raised there weapons, pressing them into their shoulders, taking aim.
"Fire on my lead." Dexter whispered over the com.
A thunderous roar filled the air as rifles sprayed hot metal upon the troops below, with an almighty yell the company charged, down hill, into the enemy line...
Piece 5:
The soft swish as waves lapped at the sand filled the air, a white shimmer gliding across the surface. the moon shone bright on this night. In the distance, Gulls cried and small dots of lights dissapeared over the cliffs many miles away. Such a beautiful night. As the moon rose a small figure strolled along the beach, kicking at the sand as it walked. It stopped and looked out across the ocean. It's face lit by the glow of the moon, showed a smooth and young face. The boy sat, lifting sand with his hands, then letting it flow away again in the wind. He smiled to himself. Such a simple, yet marvelous thing. He sighed and looked at the palm of his hands, etched with light markings. He felt truly alive, the smell of the salty sea air washing over his senses and the view before him. The boy stood, took one last look at the sea, smiled and walked without a second glance back along the beach, slowly disappearing into the darkness.
Piece 6:
A blazing red glow filled the sky, smoke billowing high, screams and musket fire echoed around the town. Terrible cries of pain and other, more sinister growls, came from the burning buildings. A house collapsed, the wooden beams crumbling and the thatched roof caving in, flames devoured the remains. Men and women ran through the streets, the soliders, dressed in their red coats and clean white trousers marched after them, turning and firing into the darkness. Amongst this horror a small boy ran, ducking and weaving his way through the chaos, crawling through legs and jumping over bodies, that lay drenched with a deep red liquid. The screams quietend, and the blistering heat of the fires gave way to the cool night air as he climbed the hill surrounding the little town. Looking down onto the scene, he stood, his little eye's taking it all in. The odd crack filled the air as the musket fire died down and the last of the towns defenders were slaughtered. the boy wiped his face with the sleeve of his dirty jacket, slowly panting, he ran.
Edit:
Piece 7:
A soft red glow illuminated the corridor, the grills in the walkway casting shadows on the pipes beneath. A door hissed and slid open, the light flickered. A flashlights beam tracked across the walls and then, a soldier stepped forward. His webbing clunked as he moved forwards, his boots making a heavy thud with each step. A quiet beep came from a machine strapped to his wrist. The soldier stopped and checked. His eye's looked back up, searching the roof, the walls, darting back and forth. Slowly He raised His rifle, one handed, keeping His Eye's on the tracker. The soldiers breath came short and sharp. His heartbeat increasing. He stepped forward, carefully, without a sound. Ahead, a slight scratching sound came; like bone scrapping metal, and then soft steps. The soldier looked at his ammunition counter, it read sixty, he glanced back at the corridoor and began to make his way forwards. His heart was racing, his breathing uncontrolled, the beeping quickend, the footsteps were getting closer. Mustering all of his courage, the soldier turned the corner, rifle raised and a look of determination on his face. A scream bounced along the corridor, the deafening roar of rifle fire nearly drowning it out and then, the corridor was silent again.
Edit 2:
Piece 8:
Heavy metal blasted from the speakers, blanketing the roar of the engines outside. The Dropship rocked as it hit turbulence, the payload of soldiers inside bounced about, though held firmly inplace by their harness's. the door to the cockpit opened with a whoosh and from it stepped a Marine, a cigar clenched between his teeth. He puffed on it once, before looking at the Marines.
"All right marines, we're going in, so stop your grinning and drop your linen! Lock and load!" The Sergant shouted. the Marines grinned and yelled "Oorah" Back, as they begun bumping helmets and working themselves up. The cargo hold rang with the sound of metalic clacks as magazines were slammed into rifles. The Heavy metal dimmed and red emergency lights flared into action. A rasp of static washed over the speakers as the pilot keyed into the comm system. "30 seconds Marines".
The harness's were released and the Marines stood, looks of grim determinaton ethced into their battleworn faces. As the dropship rattled and bounced, the Marines gripped onto the above head handholds. The Bay doors opened, a flash of blinding light flooded across the hold. From behind the Sergent shouted. "Alright ladies, GO, GO, GO! We ain't getting paid by the hour!"
The Marines exited the ship, landed on soft sand and sprinted aross the open terrain. Whistle's and crack's as bullets zipped over head sounded, the wham as grenades exploded, sending clouds of dirt and rock into the sky rattling the Marines helmets.
The Sergent took one last puff on his cigar before spitting it out. "Damn, I love the corp!" He smiled, before cocking his weapon and rushing to join his Marines.
Anyway, I hope you can give me some useful feedback! So, without further hesitation, here are my pieces of writing:
Edit - Piece 7
Edit 2 - Piece 8
Piece 1:
The barren wastelands unfold for miles, until meeting the mountains and alien terrain on the horizon. A wisp of dust sweeps across the plains. Shadows fall as the sun hovers in the sky, blanketing the ground in a warm wave of heat. As the evening light fades, a new sight blares into focus. The small corporate city lights up. The distant sound of vehicles and ships rings across the plains from the small oasis of civilization. In the distant, many miles away, a huge figure stands majestically in the wasteland. The rusting corpse of a crashed space shuttle, entrenched in a hundred meter deep crater, bits of debris littering the trail where it slide to its demise. The gaping holes in the ships side, looted for their worth years ago, creaking rumbles out of the dead ship as the metal strains and contorts in the heat.
Piece 2:
The sun shone through the dust clouds, slowly drifting in the light wind. A tree in the distance swayed a little, shadows being cast across the grassland below. The soft rattle of metal clanged from beyond the hill. The horizon was broken by a figure making it's way across the raised ground. It lifted the iron visor, sunken blue eyes surveyed the land before them. The dark pupils scanning left and right. The man raised an armoured hand and removed the helmet. His hand fell to the side, dropping the helmet to the floor with a dull thud. His tunic waved in the wind, the bright blues and golds rippling over the smooth metal cuirass. The towering man fell to his knee's. The scene before him was unlike any other he had seen. A single tear followed the contours of his worn face and disappeared under his mouth.
Piece 3:
A blistering heat washed over the drab wasteland, charred remains of animals lay scattered across the cracked earth, their bones blackend with ash. The Sunlight licked over the Rangers dusty brown trench-coat, billowing in the wind. He stood, perfectly still, surveying the view before him. He spat, rested his hand on the holster of his pistol and moved steadily forwards. Around him lay miles of desolate wasteland, not a living creature for as far as the eye could see. Yet the bleak ghost town before him was un-nerving. The ruined remains of the old wooden buildings lay scattered and burned from the great fires. The Ranger made his way along the street, his eye's scanning left and right. At the end of the dirt road he stopped. His eye's rested upon a decayed building and what lay inside. His fingers gripped the magnum, flexing as his grip tightend. As his gaze lifted, the sunlght washed across his jaw, a smile twinged.
Piece 4:
A light mist settled across the floor, gliding over the moist soil. The slight shimmer of sunlight slithered through the canopy, eluminating area's of the dense forest floor. Tree trunks the size of houses stretched for miles, the tree's reaching many hundreds of feet into the air. Strange sounds echoed across the mysterious landscape, Whoops, clicks and croaks filled the air. The twisted lower branches warped around each other, casting strange shadows in the little light that penetrated this far. This is the forest of Scrupulosa.
Piece 4.1:
A crack echoed around the forest Dexter stopped, scanning the area, his Eye's darting left and right piercing through the dank undergrowth. Raising his hand he signalled for the company to move. From the bushes over twenty men rose and formed a line.
"Sarge getting jumpy again O'neil?" A trooper asked.
"Yeah kid, just watch your six." O'neil replied, scanning the tree line.
They marched on, through the undergrowth constantly alert. the dark forest closing in around them. As they approached a large ditch, Dexter motioned for the men to form a line, looking over the edge. A rustle as twenty pairs of boots came crunching over the debris of the forest floor and rested in position. Each of the men raised there weapons, pressing them into their shoulders, taking aim.
"Fire on my lead." Dexter whispered over the com.
A thunderous roar filled the air as rifles sprayed hot metal upon the troops below, with an almighty yell the company charged, down hill, into the enemy line...
Piece 5:
The soft swish as waves lapped at the sand filled the air, a white shimmer gliding across the surface. the moon shone bright on this night. In the distance, Gulls cried and small dots of lights dissapeared over the cliffs many miles away. Such a beautiful night. As the moon rose a small figure strolled along the beach, kicking at the sand as it walked. It stopped and looked out across the ocean. It's face lit by the glow of the moon, showed a smooth and young face. The boy sat, lifting sand with his hands, then letting it flow away again in the wind. He smiled to himself. Such a simple, yet marvelous thing. He sighed and looked at the palm of his hands, etched with light markings. He felt truly alive, the smell of the salty sea air washing over his senses and the view before him. The boy stood, took one last look at the sea, smiled and walked without a second glance back along the beach, slowly disappearing into the darkness.
Piece 6:
A blazing red glow filled the sky, smoke billowing high, screams and musket fire echoed around the town. Terrible cries of pain and other, more sinister growls, came from the burning buildings. A house collapsed, the wooden beams crumbling and the thatched roof caving in, flames devoured the remains. Men and women ran through the streets, the soliders, dressed in their red coats and clean white trousers marched after them, turning and firing into the darkness. Amongst this horror a small boy ran, ducking and weaving his way through the chaos, crawling through legs and jumping over bodies, that lay drenched with a deep red liquid. The screams quietend, and the blistering heat of the fires gave way to the cool night air as he climbed the hill surrounding the little town. Looking down onto the scene, he stood, his little eye's taking it all in. The odd crack filled the air as the musket fire died down and the last of the towns defenders were slaughtered. the boy wiped his face with the sleeve of his dirty jacket, slowly panting, he ran.
Edit:
Piece 7:
A soft red glow illuminated the corridor, the grills in the walkway casting shadows on the pipes beneath. A door hissed and slid open, the light flickered. A flashlights beam tracked across the walls and then, a soldier stepped forward. His webbing clunked as he moved forwards, his boots making a heavy thud with each step. A quiet beep came from a machine strapped to his wrist. The soldier stopped and checked. His eye's looked back up, searching the roof, the walls, darting back and forth. Slowly He raised His rifle, one handed, keeping His Eye's on the tracker. The soldiers breath came short and sharp. His heartbeat increasing. He stepped forward, carefully, without a sound. Ahead, a slight scratching sound came; like bone scrapping metal, and then soft steps. The soldier looked at his ammunition counter, it read sixty, he glanced back at the corridoor and began to make his way forwards. His heart was racing, his breathing uncontrolled, the beeping quickend, the footsteps were getting closer. Mustering all of his courage, the soldier turned the corner, rifle raised and a look of determination on his face. A scream bounced along the corridor, the deafening roar of rifle fire nearly drowning it out and then, the corridor was silent again.
Edit 2:
Piece 8:
Heavy metal blasted from the speakers, blanketing the roar of the engines outside. The Dropship rocked as it hit turbulence, the payload of soldiers inside bounced about, though held firmly inplace by their harness's. the door to the cockpit opened with a whoosh and from it stepped a Marine, a cigar clenched between his teeth. He puffed on it once, before looking at the Marines.
"All right marines, we're going in, so stop your grinning and drop your linen! Lock and load!" The Sergant shouted. the Marines grinned and yelled "Oorah" Back, as they begun bumping helmets and working themselves up. The cargo hold rang with the sound of metalic clacks as magazines were slammed into rifles. The Heavy metal dimmed and red emergency lights flared into action. A rasp of static washed over the speakers as the pilot keyed into the comm system. "30 seconds Marines".
The harness's were released and the Marines stood, looks of grim determinaton ethced into their battleworn faces. As the dropship rattled and bounced, the Marines gripped onto the above head handholds. The Bay doors opened, a flash of blinding light flooded across the hold. From behind the Sergent shouted. "Alright ladies, GO, GO, GO! We ain't getting paid by the hour!"
The Marines exited the ship, landed on soft sand and sprinted aross the open terrain. Whistle's and crack's as bullets zipped over head sounded, the wham as grenades exploded, sending clouds of dirt and rock into the sky rattling the Marines helmets.
The Sergent took one last puff on his cigar before spitting it out. "Damn, I love the corp!" He smiled, before cocking his weapon and rushing to join his Marines.