sheut
08-15-2008, 06:17 AM
So I write when I'm bored... weird eh? :01: well I'm canadian so get used to it. Since this is a community rather than just a random porn site (though it does have its moments :Up_to_something: ) I figured I'd share something I've been working on for a little under a year. Now before I came up with this novel idea, I usually just wrote random crap that basically led no where lol but this has lead me to creating concepts for six novels... three of which focus on this place known as "Khemet" and three more which focus on a continent of technologically advanced people known as Kumari Kandam... this post contains a bit of book three in the Khemet series, chapter 21 (though incomplete). this is about the point when this book reaches its climax so I figured it'd be the best to post.
ok so here's a sample, and if you like it open up the .txt file for the rest of what I have so far on chapter 21. oh and just so you know this snippet is 792 words, where as the whole file is 4 952... so yeah, don't judge soley on this bit please :laugh2:
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Khepesh sat at a distance from the other soldiers on their journey back to Naqada. He heard absently the bragging of warriors, as they recounted and exaggerated their tales of battle; of all the heads they had taken and of the innocence they had stolen. The distance between him and the others was more than a physical one as he felt the frigid grasp of nausea overwhelm him. They sickened him. These demon-inspired men were going home heroes; he himself was going home a hero; but that title was never more undeserved.
He thought back to the face of one particular woman, her daughter screaming in the background. Blood engulfed lungs prevented her from shouting out as Panahasi, his dagger thrust under her ribs with one blood-caked hand, eagerly hiked up his kilt in anticipation of the coming pleasure. Khepesh’s mind hollered shouts of protest, but they fell on deaf ears as the monstrous Panahasi fulfilled his necrophilic desires. He ravaged the woman, devoured her and Khepesh took her alongside him without ever touching her, he was guilty by association. Her child’s eyes searched beseechingly for Khepesh’s, they pleaded for him to be their saviour but Khepesh could not meet her gaze. He looked at the blood encrusted sandals on his feet and the blackened clots between each toe... he was a coward; too scared to stop Panahasi... too scared to look the girl in the eyes... and when Panahasi had his fill with the young woman, he took the little girl right on top of the husk that was once her mother. The screams echoed in his waking nightmare and he realized that he was no better than the soldiers he now hid from. Had he not been there to see each woman raped, each child tortured? He shook while he tried desperately to shake free from his memories.
The queasiness he felt in his self-hatred was enhanced by the smells which had built up over months of rushed travel under a desert sun. The fleet had at last reached the shadow of the Royal City, and by this time the men were hardly the visions of valour that warriors were fabled to be. Months of sleeping on overcrowded ships, plagued by the stenches of life and death, left the soldiers ragged with dark circles under their eyes and their skin was drawn with the lines of the elderly. Time for bathing was forfeited for the sake of a quick return and the brutal solar-disk overhead intensified the stench of sweat, vomit, and rotting flesh. To add to this disgusting array, the smell of excrement visited each nose at every overboard bowel movement. The stench was close to constant, and nobody was spared.
Yet at long last, even after the torturous fleeing and the years of war; even after being sentenced to a definite death, he was on the outskirts of Naqada. This was a place he loved, one where he belonged... and even with that realization Khepesh felt somewhat misplaced. The fleet edged closer to the harbour that it was destined for, but something deep in Khepesh’s mind nagged at the brief moment of happiness he had tried to let himself feel. Was this really his home now, after all he had been through? He had done so much... he was no longer the child who had left the Royal City all those years ago. He had killed... he had even enjoyed killing. Would Imah still be there to quench his rage in her arms? Would all his hatred and anger dissolve in her arms as he wished so much it would? Did he really want to put that much responsibility on someone he loved... and what of Apophis; was his blood brother still alive, as proud and relentless as ever? He wouldn’t be a child anymore that was a certainty...
Truthfully, Apophis was but a passing thought which led him back to the woman he had so longed for since the first moment he had ever laid eyes upon her. Beautiful Imah; she who had been the only reason for his existence since the very beginning. Had she remembered their promise after all this time? Would she be there on the docks to welcome him, to make him smile a genuine smile? He was a fool to think of such things. Imah was a princess now, married to that bastard Bin. Why would she think twice of some childhood fling now that her eyes had been opened to the lavish world of royalty? Oh but how he thought of her! Every moment was hers. He fought only so that he could see her smile that knowing smile. He prayed she was happy... and yet he hoped that she wasn’t.
ok so here's a sample, and if you like it open up the .txt file for the rest of what I have so far on chapter 21. oh and just so you know this snippet is 792 words, where as the whole file is 4 952... so yeah, don't judge soley on this bit please :laugh2:
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Khepesh sat at a distance from the other soldiers on their journey back to Naqada. He heard absently the bragging of warriors, as they recounted and exaggerated their tales of battle; of all the heads they had taken and of the innocence they had stolen. The distance between him and the others was more than a physical one as he felt the frigid grasp of nausea overwhelm him. They sickened him. These demon-inspired men were going home heroes; he himself was going home a hero; but that title was never more undeserved.
He thought back to the face of one particular woman, her daughter screaming in the background. Blood engulfed lungs prevented her from shouting out as Panahasi, his dagger thrust under her ribs with one blood-caked hand, eagerly hiked up his kilt in anticipation of the coming pleasure. Khepesh’s mind hollered shouts of protest, but they fell on deaf ears as the monstrous Panahasi fulfilled his necrophilic desires. He ravaged the woman, devoured her and Khepesh took her alongside him without ever touching her, he was guilty by association. Her child’s eyes searched beseechingly for Khepesh’s, they pleaded for him to be their saviour but Khepesh could not meet her gaze. He looked at the blood encrusted sandals on his feet and the blackened clots between each toe... he was a coward; too scared to stop Panahasi... too scared to look the girl in the eyes... and when Panahasi had his fill with the young woman, he took the little girl right on top of the husk that was once her mother. The screams echoed in his waking nightmare and he realized that he was no better than the soldiers he now hid from. Had he not been there to see each woman raped, each child tortured? He shook while he tried desperately to shake free from his memories.
The queasiness he felt in his self-hatred was enhanced by the smells which had built up over months of rushed travel under a desert sun. The fleet had at last reached the shadow of the Royal City, and by this time the men were hardly the visions of valour that warriors were fabled to be. Months of sleeping on overcrowded ships, plagued by the stenches of life and death, left the soldiers ragged with dark circles under their eyes and their skin was drawn with the lines of the elderly. Time for bathing was forfeited for the sake of a quick return and the brutal solar-disk overhead intensified the stench of sweat, vomit, and rotting flesh. To add to this disgusting array, the smell of excrement visited each nose at every overboard bowel movement. The stench was close to constant, and nobody was spared.
Yet at long last, even after the torturous fleeing and the years of war; even after being sentenced to a definite death, he was on the outskirts of Naqada. This was a place he loved, one where he belonged... and even with that realization Khepesh felt somewhat misplaced. The fleet edged closer to the harbour that it was destined for, but something deep in Khepesh’s mind nagged at the brief moment of happiness he had tried to let himself feel. Was this really his home now, after all he had been through? He had done so much... he was no longer the child who had left the Royal City all those years ago. He had killed... he had even enjoyed killing. Would Imah still be there to quench his rage in her arms? Would all his hatred and anger dissolve in her arms as he wished so much it would? Did he really want to put that much responsibility on someone he loved... and what of Apophis; was his blood brother still alive, as proud and relentless as ever? He wouldn’t be a child anymore that was a certainty...
Truthfully, Apophis was but a passing thought which led him back to the woman he had so longed for since the first moment he had ever laid eyes upon her. Beautiful Imah; she who had been the only reason for his existence since the very beginning. Had she remembered their promise after all this time? Would she be there on the docks to welcome him, to make him smile a genuine smile? He was a fool to think of such things. Imah was a princess now, married to that bastard Bin. Why would she think twice of some childhood fling now that her eyes had been opened to the lavish world of royalty? Oh but how he thought of her! Every moment was hers. He fought only so that he could see her smile that knowing smile. He prayed she was happy... and yet he hoped that she wasn’t.