rockbottom
05-04-2013, 01:57 AM
Have been thinking about starting to write fiction for a long time, but could never really come up with any ideas I fell in love with.
So, recently, I decided that I'd just start writing and see what happens. Which is what I've done below. I didn't even know what I was writing when I started it, and just made things up as I went. I'm more interested in what people think of my potential to write well, and my style etc.
Any thoughts on what I've written would be good.
Would also like to hear from anyone who believes they have some good idea inspiring tips.
Kobe stood in the harsh rain-forest terrain, eyes peeled for any sign of danger. Despite the fact that his suit kept his body at a perfect temperature, he felt cold and uncomfortable. That was the nature of the bitter, unwelcoming environment he found himself in. He was a lone warrior – a sole intruder on an alien planet.
In his large metal hands he grasped his Marine rifle, which was locked, loaded and ready to take the life of the creature he pursued. It was a powerful weapon. A weapon which he trusted more than most humans. A weapon which had never failed him, and had saved his life on more occasions than he cared to count.
He recalled the details of his mission briefing. His target was classed as being a level 5 hazard species – meaning extremely aggressive and dangerous. Native only to this planet, it thrived in the damp conditions and was capable of burrowing meters under the dirt with impressive speed. It was similar in appearance to the centipede insect found on Earth – only it usually grew to roughly three meters in length.
It wasn’t the size of the creature that worried him, nor its proficiency in the forest. He had fought and killed countless enemies many times his size – and the fights were not generally in an environment of his choosing. What worried him about this particular target was its ability to spray a cyanide-like substance at its victims.
Death was not something that he found particular terrifying. Death came with the territory in his line of work - he knew this better than most. He just preferred that his death didn’t involve his body melting in acid on a nasty, foreign planet.
The heavy metal boots of his suit made loud, squelching footsteps on the surface of the forest as he progressed. It was raining lightly, though the evaporative system installed on his visor prevented the drops from obscuring his vision for more than half a second.
He noticed a cave opening to his right, through a dense collection of gnarly, winding trees. He didn’t think he would find his target within, but he knew that his employer would want him to scan the inside of the structure and report his findings.
With his rifle raised and ready, Kobe crept tentatively into the cave’s opening. What he saw took him completely by surprise. The cave’s interior was man-made, and well lit. It had yellow stone walls, and a tiled floor that was cracked and uneven, protruding at varying lengths and angles. Covering the stone walls was a series of intricate alien designs that looked as though they were painted centuries ago. The roots of old, withering brown trees burst through the floor, leaving chunks of stone and rubble scattered around the room. Dry leaves blew gently along the floor, and patches of grass and weeds appeared wherever there were gaps in the stone. Everything in the room was comprised of materials that can be found on Earth, yet they came together to form an environment that looked inherently alien.
Kobe removed a small gadget from a compartment on the side of his suit, which immediately began scanning the area around him for any signs of life. He let out a groan of frustration as the GPS once again failed to locate anything with a pulse.
So, recently, I decided that I'd just start writing and see what happens. Which is what I've done below. I didn't even know what I was writing when I started it, and just made things up as I went. I'm more interested in what people think of my potential to write well, and my style etc.
Any thoughts on what I've written would be good.
Would also like to hear from anyone who believes they have some good idea inspiring tips.
Kobe stood in the harsh rain-forest terrain, eyes peeled for any sign of danger. Despite the fact that his suit kept his body at a perfect temperature, he felt cold and uncomfortable. That was the nature of the bitter, unwelcoming environment he found himself in. He was a lone warrior – a sole intruder on an alien planet.
In his large metal hands he grasped his Marine rifle, which was locked, loaded and ready to take the life of the creature he pursued. It was a powerful weapon. A weapon which he trusted more than most humans. A weapon which had never failed him, and had saved his life on more occasions than he cared to count.
He recalled the details of his mission briefing. His target was classed as being a level 5 hazard species – meaning extremely aggressive and dangerous. Native only to this planet, it thrived in the damp conditions and was capable of burrowing meters under the dirt with impressive speed. It was similar in appearance to the centipede insect found on Earth – only it usually grew to roughly three meters in length.
It wasn’t the size of the creature that worried him, nor its proficiency in the forest. He had fought and killed countless enemies many times his size – and the fights were not generally in an environment of his choosing. What worried him about this particular target was its ability to spray a cyanide-like substance at its victims.
Death was not something that he found particular terrifying. Death came with the territory in his line of work - he knew this better than most. He just preferred that his death didn’t involve his body melting in acid on a nasty, foreign planet.
The heavy metal boots of his suit made loud, squelching footsteps on the surface of the forest as he progressed. It was raining lightly, though the evaporative system installed on his visor prevented the drops from obscuring his vision for more than half a second.
He noticed a cave opening to his right, through a dense collection of gnarly, winding trees. He didn’t think he would find his target within, but he knew that his employer would want him to scan the inside of the structure and report his findings.
With his rifle raised and ready, Kobe crept tentatively into the cave’s opening. What he saw took him completely by surprise. The cave’s interior was man-made, and well lit. It had yellow stone walls, and a tiled floor that was cracked and uneven, protruding at varying lengths and angles. Covering the stone walls was a series of intricate alien designs that looked as though they were painted centuries ago. The roots of old, withering brown trees burst through the floor, leaving chunks of stone and rubble scattered around the room. Dry leaves blew gently along the floor, and patches of grass and weeds appeared wherever there were gaps in the stone. Everything in the room was comprised of materials that can be found on Earth, yet they came together to form an environment that looked inherently alien.
Kobe removed a small gadget from a compartment on the side of his suit, which immediately began scanning the area around him for any signs of life. He let out a groan of frustration as the GPS once again failed to locate anything with a pulse.