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Writer's Guild / Grey-A KyleTheRed Tale
« on: August 21, 2019, 08:33:02 AM »
Hey Guys, I have officially gotten myself into storywriting! This is a little tale I'm working on, and I plan on updating it as I create it! Anyway, here's the beginning of it. I'd love to hear feedback!
Grey-A KyleTheRed Tale
With a start, he jerked his head up quickly. He looked down to see burnt and withered grass, which felt cold to his hands. It crumbled the instant he felt it’s cool touch. He lifted his head, noticing the wrenching pain in his neck. Looking up, he saw rubble strewn all over the place. Fires burned in the distance, and he smelled smoke and copper. But he knew what he smelled wasn’t copper. Looking over himself, his arms were lacerated and cut up, and his leg needed serious medical attention. He felt faint and woozy. Picking himself up shot a pain that nearly threw him back down again. He limped close to a wall, and suddenly heard a low whine. Looking over the wall, he saw what appeared to be a small, furry form. Then he gasped. This wasn’t any small creature, this was a Grey Fox. This was the fox he had shared his life with. And it had just issued its final breath…
“NOOOOO!!!!” Kyle yelled as he fell backwards in his chair. He looked around and noticed he was just sitting in his quarters in his Star Dreadnought. Tears were streaming down his eyes as he picked up his chair. “It was only a flashback,” He thought to himself. Kyle noticed that the small green Stone on his left paw’s glow was fading. “Darn that stone!” He said out loud. He sat back down and looked at his computer, noticing several frantic messages concerning his state. He sent a message to say he was fine and that he needed time to himself. Kyle logged off and prepared to shut down his computer when his mouse hovered over a single folder. Kyle cringed. This folder contained his life’s story. Every memory, every war, even his childhood was logged into this one folder. Kyle sighed, double-clicked the folder, and he began to read...
Grey-A KyleTheRed Tale
With a start, he jerked his head up quickly. He looked down to see burnt and withered grass, which felt cold to his hands. It crumbled the instant he felt it’s cool touch. He lifted his head, noticing the wrenching pain in his neck. Looking up, he saw rubble strewn all over the place. Fires burned in the distance, and he smelled smoke and copper. But he knew what he smelled wasn’t copper. Looking over himself, his arms were lacerated and cut up, and his leg needed serious medical attention. He felt faint and woozy. Picking himself up shot a pain that nearly threw him back down again. He limped close to a wall, and suddenly heard a low whine. Looking over the wall, he saw what appeared to be a small, furry form. Then he gasped. This wasn’t any small creature, this was a Grey Fox. This was the fox he had shared his life with. And it had just issued its final breath…
“NOOOOO!!!!” Kyle yelled as he fell backwards in his chair. He looked around and noticed he was just sitting in his quarters in his Star Dreadnought. Tears were streaming down his eyes as he picked up his chair. “It was only a flashback,” He thought to himself. Kyle noticed that the small green Stone on his left paw’s glow was fading. “Darn that stone!” He said out loud. He sat back down and looked at his computer, noticing several frantic messages concerning his state. He sent a message to say he was fine and that he needed time to himself. Kyle logged off and prepared to shut down his computer when his mouse hovered over a single folder. Kyle cringed. This folder contained his life’s story. Every memory, every war, even his childhood was logged into this one folder. Kyle sighed, double-clicked the folder, and he began to read...
