Uprising (Part 1): The Speech of Lord Syron

Hello, so I have started my next official project, this will be slightly longer and will be split into two parts. I will be posting part 1 of this story over the summer period, postings may not be as frequent  as I have a job that starts soon so may not have as much time for writing and need to sort of know more what I'm writing. this will reassure you that I am still working on it. Hope you enjoy it =)

There are various perspectives in the first half of the story, this first one is consisted of dialogue alone.

This is the speech following the election of Thomas Syron as leader of Great Britain. He is the leader of the totalitarian government, Redbreak:

‘Ladies & Gentlemen of Great Britain. today is a landmark day for you, me and future generations. It is not just the day in which that you have picked Redbreak as your leaders of the country. The start of a new age.

‘The recession has plunged us into dark times; we’ve been disorganised, panicking and led by an incompetent force. With Redbreak, the decisions that will be led by myself and my comrades will only be in the interests of you, the public. For you are what spurs me on, you are the catalysts. You are that slight spark which never fades, and with us, it will grow into a huge flame.

‘All the decisions that I will make will be made with you in mind, with no hesitations, debates, growing fears. I will despatch of whatever pathetic laws the previous government had in mind, to get what’s right for you, my children.

‘And we will be a stable government. Your hard earned money will be very much safe with us. I’m sure many of us are pet owners like myself, we all know that a pet is for life and not just for Christmas, and that should be the same for your government.

‘However, for us to become a force to be reckoned with, we must move forward. Because, my comrades, it is with great misfortune that I say, that we are stuck in the past. We are too centred on these old ways that have kept us in neutral for so long. We are a stalled car. But with my help, we can move this car into the highest possible gear and have it speeding along in no time, where all the rest of the World’s cars can just sit and watch as it moves so fast.

‘We believe that we must make changes, and the prime suspect is that of technology. We are in advancing times, we are not in the stone age and we, as a country, should represent that. I am sure everyone here has a mobile phone and some of you may indeed be tweeting or facebooking this speech as you type, and go ahead with that, I’d say. You are the ones embracing the technological age and you should be proud of yourselves, but we must advance this further.

‘Technology must become part of our everyday lives, we must move forward, we can’t just follow trends, but create them, and watch as other countries struggle to keep up.

‘With the creation of new technology, will come more jobs and an easier way of life for us all. An advanced, unique way of living. We will be a fully up to date and efficient country.

‘This is the start of something new, you are the generation that fought for change and succeeded. You will feel honoured to be the starters of what will be an oncoming freight train which will run way beyond where it was supposed to run and your children and your children’s children will continue to keep this train moving.

‘Now, I’m being very vague about what it is exactly I’ll be doing, but the artist must take time to construct the sculpture, the writer must take time to compose the novella, before they want the public to see him, it will all come in due course.

‘We will do all this for you, all that we ask of you is to honour us and follow our rules, for good leading can never not come at a price, and all we ask is your patience, respect and clarity in return for what we promise to be a massive step forward for this country. And we know that you will abide by us and respect us, for what reason would there be not to for a nation as ambitious and dedicated as you are?

‘So my fellow minions….Mark this day in your calendars, for This is a day to celebrate, cherish and remember for years to come.

For This is the day in which endless fighting for change paid off.

This is the day where a new beginning is formed.

This is the day where this small spark became a blazing flame.

This is the day where we stand tall, proud and honoured when we…are called GREAT BRITAIN!!!

A Secret In The Forest

Apologies for the gap, this is one of my writing exercises that I submitted for another of my assignments, I attempted to use a setting to form a story. I also have another piece relating to trees that I should post shortly.

Before me stands the great forest. Those mighty trees that have stood tall for generations, the setting sun drains them of colour and make their giant shadows shade down on me from a great height. The forest is quiet, the low cheeping sound of a cricket and the shrill call from a jay.

The forest has been abandoned for years. No one dares come here any more. I’ve heard the stories, the myths, strange occurrences have been reported in this forest and there are rumours that the lost souls that are buried here rest in the trees and take their revenge on any of the living. They are all false and you know it, just stupid myths. You know very well that when someone dies, they are gone.

As the light begins to fade away, I realise that time is running out. I step forward into the undergrowth.

It starts to rain. Light rain, nothing more. But later, the wind starts to howl, getting stronger and stronger in screeching gusts, hurling itself at me in anger. As I plod on, the leaves crackle beneath my feet; it gets deeper and deeper as I go along, eventually; my feet sink below the leaves and I can feel them sinking into soft water, I fight against the grip of the water but its putting up a good fight. The rain soon starts to pound down harder, followed by fierce hailstones.

 Its just the poor weather. its late November, of course the weather would be bad.

Anyway, its time to stop soon.

Up ahead I see a clearing and the mud starts to get shallower until I can move my feet above ground. 

I approach carefully, but there on the branch I notice I'm not alone. An owl sits on the branch, its two big yellow globes stare down at me, but in them were not the look of anger or lust towards its prey, they were the look of surprise and discovery.

I couldn't take any chances, I pulled up my gun and shot the bird square between the eyes, it fell backwards and out of view. I heard a soft thump a few seconds later and then nothing. I can't have any witnesses here.

You know you just shot an owl? what exactly is that gonna do? how would that spread the word exactly. Idiot. Just get on with it.

The skeletal trees surround me as if I'm in a boxing ring. I hear a deep rumbling of thunder and a sharp flash of lightning close to me. I get to work. I take my shovel and start digging. My clothes absorb the water like a flannel and my skin is soon freezing. I can’t give up. I eventually dig deep enough. My hands are bleeding. In agony, I take the body out of the bag, and fling it in. I take one last look at his motionless face. No one would find him here. How could I lose. There’s no way I can lose. No one can see me here.

Without further ado, I step back into the dark forest, I hear something behind me and I turn back. I really wish I hadn't.

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Flash fiction

In some cases, less is more and Ernest Hemingway originally wrote a story which is considered one of his best works, with the words just being: 'for sale, baby shoes, never used' the emotional power that it generates just couldn't have been emphasised with further words

Here is my first take on flash fiction, in just six words:

Why so sad there, my son?