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Dead Revenge – Fiction by Alexander Kennedy


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Dead Revenge

I… Have… Been… Shot… And now they are aiming the gun at my little brother. My face is broken, bruised and blood kissed. Tired with the feeling of carelessness possesses me. Do I want to move? Do I really? How about I just close my eyes? Give up and say I did try, did not succeed, I only gave it eighty-five percent of myself. My eyes have almost closed, just a little further and we can slumber forever… …wait… I… can’t leave him, not alone, not like our family did, I am all he has and he is all I have.

Now get up, come-on, do one push-up, you can take more hits than this, show this world, that has to result to weapons to put you down, they cannot hurt you, stand. The blood is making me heave like a bad dinner from the night before. Good, you’re on your knees now, just a little more, just a little more. My head spins around and around like I have been on a bender but you have been in worse states, just stand. For a minute I forgot my surroundings but I’m picking up small details of my surroundings, like the people peaking from their curtains, trees dancing to the music of the wind all in a synchronized order, beautiful, the stars seem so close, can I touch them? …little bro, this is for him, focus, focus.

Here we go, just stand straight, show them what a true person does when they try to pick on someone you love. You stand in front of that barrel and take on each monster that comes at you, remember you told him that monsters didn’t exist, just make sure he remembers that. Four men each with evil eyes, no horses but this is nowhere near my end or my apocalypse. There are rows and rows of houses at either side of them, no one has come out, emptiness, they must not care, show them you do. Is that rain I can feel? To be honest, each hit is cooling me.

Everything is coming back to my vision, complete coherency. Was that another gunshot that had just gone off? I look down at my stomach; I have another two holes to my one. I run my finger over the hole that is a couple of inches to the left of my bellybutton. I guarantee you; death will not be shopping for souls within my bloodline today. Don’t give these cretins the satisfaction of fear, which is an emotion within your body, your will control that, do not allow it to surface. I pick my eyes back up to the horizon being blocked by four nothingness beings and throw them a smile, hurt is a deeper emotion, don’t let it through, don’t you dare as soon as they know they cannot kill you they will flee back to the cesspools shadows.

I take one slow step, my foot is the heaviest it has ever been, then fall, in the longest of plummets, my hands do not have time to be thrown in front of me to cushion gravity’s plan. My eyes won’t open and my breathing starts to slow until it eventually gives into inevitability. My little brother runs over to me, shaking me to wake me up, the main horseman (Death) takes a step forward towards him with an evil intension crossing his mind until it shows in his eyes. My little brother begins to yank on my clothing trying to pull my no more life moving body to safety, but strength was never one of his strong points.

The horseman points the gun at my little brother, emotionless.

A slight quake tears like a water ripple from the other end of the street about half a mile away, knocking off guard the street terrorists, Death loses interest in my little brother and walks through his brothers to lead the squinting eyes to see what had happened. Now who feels the fear? No longer me… Within a blinding light that explodes from nothingness, I am back, unharmed and more. My little brother sees his chance and takes off running, leaving my first body, Death spins his head to him and raises the gun and within one loud bang my little brother is being chased by a loose bullet.

I take a small run up a monstrous roar exits me as my soul had just done and pull away from gravity, I pick up speed until the road beneath me cracks and the houses shiver until breaking windows, just desserts to the street of inattentiveness. Everything but me has decelerated, my brother was about six steps from my body and the bullet is a fingers length away from his upper-spine. I move into the path behind the bullet and overtake it and scoop my brother up in my arms and take off in a different trajectory. I fly over a houses rooftop and land in their back garden.

I kneel down and rub away the tears he had spilt on himself, throw him I am proud of you grin and race back to the skies with the fury of do not try to take something I have raised and brought up correct for your street credit or intimidation fulfillment. The lit up streets make me think of a seat in heaven looking down at the world. In floating I can feel the perpetrators of my death but it is death I am hunting, he has taken off running with the same fear my little brother felt, now I am the loose bullet sent from heavens gun.

I race for the ground with a fist of fury with my own version of hell. Death has taken the coward way out, jumping over fences and gardens to escape his fate until he is confronted by an open emptied road, his eyes hit sky looking for me in the abyss of darkness, he makes a break for freedom seeing a car he could boost. He runs for it, out of breath. He reaches the middle of the road when he hears a whistle in the wind along with my roaring voice; he finally spots me and stops in his tracks, now who is giving in? I put both of my hand out in front of me latch on to his clothing and carry him off to a painful black ending.

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Fairy Tale Writing For Teens & Adults – The Tale of the Not-So Grateful King – Written By Alexander Kennedy


Here we have another small tale for people who love fables.  About an ungrateful king who doesn’t know what he has gotten until it is gone. But Alex has promised he will be posting another “The Serial-Killer” Story later on today or Friday night. Like, comment and subscribe.

The Tale of the Not-So Grateful King

There once was a king of Sluinn who was in love with the most beautiful black haired maiden in the land. He made the young maiden, Lucia, his queen, post haste; as he knew that he could love no other and nothing as much. At this time he was a gracious king, he helped feed his kingdom, he kept a clean and prosperous land which no other line beyond had, all his lands people loved him.

One day as the king and queen rode horse-back in the woods; an assassin sprung an attempt on both their lives. The blackened mask of the assassin had the emblem of a scorpion; he was from the evil tribe of Pion, far beyond the snowy mountains of the north.

“What do you want? Guards! Guards!” Lucia chants.

The king motioned his horse in front of the Lucia’s to protect her. The assassin drags his sword from his holster, taking swings at the king’s feet.

From out of nowhere a spiralling blade propels from the bushes, sticking into the hired-knives neck, killing him.

The guards finally arrive, circling the king with their spears and swords. A ruffled man exits the cobwebs of branches, without a care in the world upon his face.

The king bypasses his supposed guard and trots up to the scruffian with so much pride stance within his stare.

“My name is King Orwin, I rule Sluinn and everything that has colour within our beautiful world. You have saved mine and my wife’s life, name your price and it shall be granted.”

“My name is Gossoon sire and all I ask is a few pennies to see my belly get full tonight.” He pleads with his hands together.

“My fellow saviour, I have left my pouch back at Castle Grey, we have no money here. If you return back with us I will fill your pockets with as much gold and bread as you can carry.” The king proclaims with a bow of his head.

“My gracious king, I am on a path home, I have not seen my family within ten years, and if I return with you it will be another day too long. Forgive me.” Gossoon bows his regrets.

“Well you will not go free without a token.” The king insists.

“Sire, I will be arriving back here within one year, if possible I can collect my reward then?” Gossoon gulps in hope.

“I now know that the tribe Pion are advancing an attack because of this attempt and you have saved my life. Within one year, you can return and ask me for anything within my world and it shall be granted, young Gossoon.” The king, queen and troops turn and hike back towards the castle and Gossoon continues on his travels.

A war broke out within Sluinn between the king’s army and the tribe Pion. It raged on for several months. But in the end, the king was victorious. He had now become the wealthiest man upon the planet, his country size doubled. And it was all because of one man’s kind nature to save another human being.

Now the king had become so powerful and rich, he had also gained paranoia and an anger problem, thinking people were going to try and steal what he had taken in conquer. It had reached the eleventh month of the year and the king started to over think everything, believing the stranger who saved his life so long ago, would come and bow at his feet and ask for his full bank.

The king commanded his guards to arrest the stranger on sight and bring him forth to the king. As the twelfth month gleamed and died, the stranger travelled back to Sluinn to collect his reward. He was captured and chained and dragged to the king’s court to be heard. Gossoon was thrown on the floor. The king sat next to his wife Lucia within giant golden thrones.

“You have come to take my money, haven’t you stranger?” The king hisses.

“Sire, no, you asked me to return to claim my reward, so here I am” Gossoon stammers in fear.

The king rises from his cushion and looks down with an odious stare, pointing at Gossoon.

“You will receive nothing, you deserve nothing, you are to be banished for eternity, and if you return back to my kingdom you will be beheaded. Do you have anything to say?” He addresses.

Gossoon shed one tear and looks upon the queen; she rests ever so quietly as both their eyes connect in gaze.

“Sire, from this day on I hope you find yourself, once something that means so much to you is gone, you will try your hardest to get it back. But I will leave with something that has no weight or colour within your world, something that does not belong to you.”

“If it is not mine, you can have it, now leave and never return!” The king bellows.

Gossoon is picked up and lead from the castle. The king sits, gripping onto his armrests with apathy tapping on his fingertips. The queen leans over.

“Husband, I am feeling rather lightheaded, I think I may take my leave from court and go to bed, my love.” She says ever so gently.

The king leans in for a kiss.

“Yes, my dear. Have your bed maids escort you to our room and I shall be there soon.” The king whispers.

The queen stands and shuffles herself out of the side door, five maids cluster behind her.

That night the king flings his sheets open and creeps into bed next to his beauty. He looks upon her face, thinking he could never love something or someone so much. A kiss upon the lips for the queen.

The queen awakens, squinty eyes at first, she shoots up bright eyed.

“AAAAHHHHHHH! Who are you? Who are you?! Where am I?” The queen falls out of bed and with the balls of her feet she scrapes backwards to the corner of the room.

“My love, my love. It is me, the king.” He pleads with her to know him.

“I have never laid eyes upon you, sir, or this place.” She cries.

“You do not remember me? Is there anything you do remember, my love?” He sobs.

“One thing, I will leave with something that has no weight or colour within your world, something that does not belong to you and I have already taken it; only those words, sir.” She replies rather hypnotized.

Moral of the story, you don’t what you have got until it’s gone and something’s in life are worth so much more than others.

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