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As a writer, you act when inspiration strikes. Sometimes inspiration lasts long enough for you to write a cohesive piece of literature. Other times, it touches for only a moment...just long enough to give you a taste of what your story could have been. Bits and Pieces is a collection of Riley's short stories + unfinished works...all created from a breath of inspiration that lasted only for a short moment.
Andrew looked around. He had no idea where he was and had no idea how he got there. In fact, he didn’t know anything at all, except for the fact that he most certainly didn’t want to stay. He stood alone in a vast brown plain. He saw nothing but brown everywhere...except for the sky. He turned around and around until he was quite dizzy. Suddenly, something appeared on the horizon. Andrew stopped spinning, still dizzy, and stared at the figure of a man walking towards him. The figure stopped a few feet away and called in a shaky voice, “Who goes there?” Terrified, Andrew said “Who goes there?”
This is a dream, he thought as he laughed. “You think death is funny?” Whispered the figure as he revealed himself. He was a skeleton, draped in a black cloak, holding a marvelous sword. Andrew’s voice caught in his throat, “N-n-n-no, sir” he stuttered. “Sir, sirrrrrrrrr,” the skeleton croaked mockingly. In one swift motion, the skeleton threw his sword at Andrew. Andrew jumped out of the way just as another figure ran to where he had been standing.
The sword broke as it hit the figure’s chest. “Ramsalt!” Shrieked the skeleton. At first, Andrew was thinking that was the second figure’s name, but it turned out that that was the name of the sword. The skeleton rushed to the sword’s remains screaming, “No, Ramsalt, nooo!” He slowly raised his head at the figure with fury, “Roban, you will die.” Roban revealed himself from his cloak. He was a tall man, wearing iron armor and a belt, holding a white sword. His face showed many scars.
The skeleton leapt into the air and flew around Roban. Andrew starred. The skeleton flew with no wings, nothing to make him stay up, and yet he soared. “Scorchancor, come down,” said Roban. Instantly, Sorchancor fell down and smacked on the ground. Roban grabbed a knife from his belt and said as he tossed it at the skeleton, “Here, have this one.” “You’re too kind,” mumbled Sorchancor, as he caught it and flung it straight at Roban.
Roban quickly dodged, giving Sorchancar enough time to jump on top of him. Andrew stared, unnoticed as the skeleton and man rolled around fighting. Then, suddenly, Sorchancor was on top of the wrestling match with Roban’s white sword in hand. A wicked grin spread across his face as he buried the sword in Roban’s heart. Sorchancor stood up, panting like a dog after a chase. He kicked Roban’s head. Andew starred as Sorchancor kicked and kicked Roban’s body.
He didn’t think of running, but just sat there content with watching. Suddenly, Sorchancor looked down at Andrew. Their eyes met. As quickly as an eagle, Sorchancor ran over to Andrew and kicked him in the face. He toppled over, vision blurred. He tried to get up, but felt another kick ram his face. He hit the ground so hard he saw stars. His vision swam. Suddenly he was lifted up and thrown into the sky. Then, the brown world whirled towards him. There was a thud, then darkness.
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