Dust on a Dusty road..

I've been very tired lately. So I've not had the energy to sit down, and write something over a long period of time. I've been having friends over a lot too, so... "The 'retired' assasin" Part 1 link. "The 'retired' assasin" Part 2 link. The Retired assasin was now watching the large man closely. He thought "Thats not how you really look fella.." , he just knew that the man he saw was an illusion, there could be no other reason for the guys with the "orders" to pay him a visit. He decided that it had to be someone he knew or once had known, and as he did the illusion was no longer what his eyes saw. His eyes was now studying the confusing process of the illusion's self destruction, at first, it switched back and forth between what the object/person really looked like faster and faster, and when it started to switch back and forth so fast that you could only see a blur, then the blur turned back into the illusion an

I mentioned in my last post that my creativity was back, and this is one of the many results as a cause of that. "The 'retired' assasin" Part 1 link "The 'retired' assasin" Part 2. The assasin looked at the large, well-built man standing in front of the splinters left of his door. He quickly twirled his knives and hid them in his sleeves with amazing speed. "King, me?" He said incredolously and laughed. "I can barely afford to live in this simple hut, or do they by any chance call this a palace where you're from?" He continued slowly in a farmer's accent. The large man burst out in laughter. "Not that kind of king, for quite a long period a time, a little while ago, you were known as 'The king of Shadows' but the fact that we found you hidden here, tells me that you were not worthy of such a glorious title." The large man said, eyening the sleeves of the retired assasin briefly. "Another assasin"

Today I've been having lots of new Ideas on stories thats "in the workshop".. I feel the urge to continue some of the stories I've started during my time blogging over here, so I'll try to continue something and I'll be back later.. I hope.. Sincerely, The President of The UPD (Translation UPD = United Posts of Dust on a Dusty Road)

I've been redoing the whole site and adding new sections to the site, at http://www.retardus.com for most of the day and you can of course check it out, we are not trying to insult anyone with the use of the domain name or anything, we only have the domain name because we just call ourselves the Retardus team. Other than that I've made myself dinner, been out cycling and watched booring shows on the television. Now.. To the poll results. To tal Number of Votes: 69 A total of 51 out of 69 considered themselves to be intellectual, which is quite good, given the fact that they really are intellectual, 12 said NO which is allright, the question was about what they considered themselves to be, not what they really were, and 6 were Not sure, which is NOT all right under any circumstance, to answer that you are not sure on a question like this is like Screaming "I'm STUPID" to an audience, you should be glad that I didn't log your Name, IP and regular Adress, and se

Well.. I have to post something on a regular basis to keep this blog alive, but yet again, my creativity seems to have left me for the day at least.. It seems I am too busy with other matters in my life to use my imagination to something as time consuming as writing or thinking out some story. Its pretty irritating I can tell you that.. Trying to concentrate on the writing exactly when something else pops into your brain. Thinking "Then what happens next?" and suddenly "Why did that happen?" about something different entirely.. I've also had a friend over, we ate, played some computer multiplayer games, and watched a rental.. Thats my "today".. How was yours?

The flames will consume our world wide and whole. And the hounds of the devil will steal away your soul. The way to survive the fires of hell, Is hidden away and where, no one can tell. The flames will devour and burn every creature. When your face melts away together with each and every feature. When each and every fool of the world die an agonizing death. The devil shall schorch them with his fiery breath.

A drop of water fell silently through the air, allthough it was falling, there was no sign of anything anywhere near it, so it might as well have been standing still. What gave the movement away, was the disturbance on the drop's, otherwise perfect surface, caused by the tiny resistance that the air around it offered. The light of a rising sun caused the drop of water to glow red and the red color spread throughout the drop as the surface rippled and the shining light reflected upon the single straw of perfectly green grass that was placed in the middle of a gold wasteland mainly consisting dirt and jagged rocks, allthough the one straw of grass seemed tiny in comparision to the rest of the wasteland, it was clear that the one drop, the one red drop, of water was heading towards the one straw of grass placed in the middle of a gold wasteland. The drop continued to fall silently towards the straw of grass, and when drop and straw met, not a whisper of a sound was created, because th

Some people do not own morals. They are simply not blessed with such a humanly thing as humanity.. They seem to be unable to add other people into the image of their world. Anyhow.. I'm not talking about most people, just some people, like for example The Coca Cola company ruins water resources in India, even though they made an agreement to preserve exactly the same resources. This is just one example of companies that values morals the same as they value a piece of dogshit.. How would you like to drink water filled with acids and garbage from a Coca Cola factory? And to work there only to be paid a 10th of the amount of a normal american citizen? How would it make you feel, that the factory that was placed near you broke all the requirements that were required for it to stay there in the first place, and that the only reason it was still there was because the factory's owners bribe the local politicians to speak in the factory's favor? If you leave powerful people unchall

Yes, today the 10th of september is my birthday, and forgive me for not Writing my 9/11 tributes today, but I want to stay happy to some extent.. I will not tell you how old I am, I can quite honestly say that I'm very young, and I'll leave the rest for your imagination and the picture of me you can base on previous posts. I don't have time to post much more today, because some friends are coming down any moment, after that we'll get over to the cinema or rent some movies, so I'll leave most of the writing for my visitors today. Please feel free to spit out your political opinions, or rants about the big companies, or tell us how stupid celebrities are.. All thats left for me to say now, is Have a nice day, and if you are mourning lost ones, I hope all the nice tributes out there in the blogging world will help you get through the day. And that I'll be back to post something of more creative and intellectual substance later :) I realize now that today is not the

Have you ever had the feeling that if you took the opportunity and did what you really wanted, it would have dire consequenses later on in your life? (I feel like that all day long, I mean, I wanna kill all those bastard arrogant teachers that think they're smarter than me, but I refrain from doing so simply because of the cosequences.. I'm actually quite proud :p) Its not always about as dailyday things as wanting to kill your teachers though, you might for example, get a new job offer, or get a publishing offer from two publishing companies.(or having to choose between two of your favourite dinner choices.. :D) This is actually my first open post, simply because I want to post SOMETHING in my blog today but I'm at what I call, a Creative breakdown.. Which means.. "I DON*T HEAR THE RHYMING VOICES IN MY HEAD ANYMORE"(buhuu).. Anyhow, I want to hear a little about your dailyday dillemas, or out of the ordinary dilemmas, and if you have a post on the dilemmas of lif

The fools of the world, are still waiting to be killed. The fires of hell are not easily chilled. To escape, you must know that the answer is simple. Just believe in god, and praise each and every pimple. If you believe that, then you are one of the fools, To escape the devil, you must be more than just cool. The mind is needed, in a fiery maze. And when your friends dissapear without one single trace. To escape, you must outsmart the evil being. That can destroy whatever you are seeing. To escape, you must jump over fires, mile high. There is no other way, unless you just won't die. To escape the devil is impossible, but you can at least try..

An owl hooted, as the sound of steps neared a small clearing, in the midst of a dense oak forest. The clearing was about 20 paces accros, and formed in an almost perfect circle. The clearing was floored with grass, and the only tree was standing almost in the middle, to the left of a small house. The house was made out of solid wood, was unpainted, only one floor tall, had 2 small windows, and a massive front door. The house was what in those days were called, a forester's hut, it was a simple building, where men or women could live in pact with nature, and live on the fruits given by mother earth's generousity. But, this perticular hut, was not the home of such a peaceful creature. This was the home, of one of the most wanted men in the history of crime, the master of assasination, now retired, with a name, only his closest friends knew, all others, feared and knew him as, the king of shadows. He had once speacialized in sneaking up behind his victims, pricking them on the ar

Its a few days since I've posted anything creative so I thought I'd give you a sneak preview of the 1st part of my upcoming novel 'A thread of Hope' A mild south east wind blew slowly throughout the charred town, and spread the macabre smell of death and ashes through the windows of the few houses left intact. It was placed around the top of a scorched round hill, was about 2000 feet east, west, north and south, it was surrounded by a wooden palisade, and the top was surrounded by 20 feet tall reinforced granite walls.. The streets were literally soaked with blood, crushed coal lay spread on top, and to make matters worse, random body parts lay everywhere. This left the road looking like a river of bloody and chunky meat soup, spiced with pepper. The houses that were standing were literally falling apart, and all walls were charred black. However there where two locations that stood out from the devastated town. One, a humongous castle surrounded by granite walls, which

Imagine.. All the people in the world is like one giant pond, almost running out over the top of an edge. Where every event is a wave of air brushing the pond, Its strength determined by the event's importance. So lets say an earthquake hits San Fransisco right.. Then a wind would start disturbing the water,(a strong wind) and the wave's would spread throughout the pond, disturbing almost everything in its way, The seriousness of the disturbance decided by how close the location was to the wave of air. So if events decides how still or troubled the waters are, Then your ability or inability to affect others, depends on the water being still or troubled. What I'm trying to say is, Your life is as much controlled by incidents elsewhere, or actions/choices made by others, as by the actions/choices made by yourself. It really is kinda creepy huh? Its like a 50/50 shared responsibility for the happenings throughout your entire life. Your own death is not entirely your fault, eve

I've managed to launch my own blog carnival at: http://dustycarnival.blogspot.com/ Please pay it a visit if you have quality writings written by yourself of any kind, If it is an article, rant, regular blog post, short-story, or whatever.. If it is any good, it is in.. Contributing will not only qualify you as a good writer, but help to get you more readers, and link popularity.

My month is finally 1 month and 21 posts older. I celebrate this with my flashpowered cartoon.. Sauron VS. Dust on a Dusty Road Part 1. Hope you find it amusing lol.. :P The drawings sux though.. They are meant to.. (Or are they??)