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It’s not gold.

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Just an idea I had, probably won’t make it into a full blown story, tell me what you think:
 
“It has been a month since she came to this world, and it’s ruling nation. It was everything she had ever dreamed a perfect world would be. The people were diverse and peaceful. There was plenty, and all was shared freely. Technology advanced to the point all of lowest and nastiest of jobs were preformed by thoughtless machines. So it sorrowed her to know there was a single nation left on earth that stood against the peace and process of the rest of the world. So she was gun-ho go there as a spy, as being not of the world they would not be able to identify her as a citizen of the world nation, and think she is one of them. Helping to bring down the last threat to peace and progress was the greatest honor to her.
She waited for the metal smith to counterfeit coins to use in the rouge nation. The fact they stilled used money in this time just showed how ignorant, greedy, and barbaric those people are. Finally, the smith came with two-thousand-one-hundred coins. The smith handed her the coins in bags and explained their value. The coins of lowest value were of copper, which she was given a thousand of. Next were five-hundred of coins of bronze. After that five-hundred coins of pure nickel. Next were one-hundred of coins of highest value. She pulled them out of the bag expecting gold, but instead the coins were made of a hard bright grey metal, with a fist and skull on one face, a open hand dropping seeds over plowed ground on the other.
“What is this?” She asked. “It’s not gold.”
The smith smiled, and replied;
“They don’t believe in gold over there, the liar’s metal they call it. Those coins are made of the metal they love more than any other, Steel. The one thing they feel they can trust. You must work hard to make steel, work hard to maintain it, if you neglect it, it rusts and goes away. It returns whatever you give it. It symbolizes one of core pillars of their beliefs. We know they are the nation ignorant adult children. But to them, they are the People of Steel.”

A bit of what I’m working on.

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From what I’m working on:
” . . .It was there, at bend just beyond their camp they saw them. Three, each on horses dressed in plate steel, so well covered not a bit of hide, nor even a single hair could be seen, only their unworldly crimson eyes shown through the armor. Black smoke rose from the nostrils of steeds, and a constant growling from their bellies. The riders, the two on the ends were dressed the same, in long dark green coats, like those of highwaymen, with wide-brim hats with flat three point crowns. But the rider in the center wore a night-blue cloak, with a deep purple tunic with a gold edged belt, and finely tailored leather trousers that match his cloak in color, his hat had a wider brim and long pointed crown.
Melanie gripped her axe tightly, Saoirse drew her sword.
“What should we do?” Their client asked.
The riders raised their left-hands high, a ball of fire foamed in the palm of the rider on the left, sparks from the fingers of the right, and a bright red light from the hand of the center rider.
“TO THE HORSES AND WAGON! FLY!” “

Untitled.

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“There, in the hilly lands to the north west, where the borders of civilized nations cease, live barbarians. They live like wolf children, who have no morals nor shame. They go naked like the animals they kill inhumanely. They fornicate like street dogs, with no concept of marriage. They fight amongst each other without care of their communities. Raid and ravage their neighbors until the land and water are soaked red. They treat their girls and women like livestock. But atrocious of all, the poison ideals and false logic that reign in their lands, that spread like a pestilence to our civilized realms. Bringing offences no enlighten would ever bring upon another.
By the grace of Divine Right, and the Wish of our Wise, and Noble Princess; We go to the Otherlands to educate the uneducated. To tame the wild men, to free their chained women, and shield their young children from the ignorance of their ancestors.”
–Sir Briar, White Knight of the Western Kingdom.

“We live our lives as our own. With make oaths, fellowships, and commonalities freely amongst ourselves, and leave as we choose. We love without needing anyone’s and anything’s approval. We think however we wish to think, and invite others to think however they want to think. This is our lives and our lands. Who are these outsiders to come and say they for of us? Who are they to say what is right and what is wrong in our lands? Who are they to say our women are kept stupid and treated like slaves? Who are they to think they can impose their morals and their ideals on us?! We’ve been patient enough with these moralists who lie about our people and have been proven to be hypocrites in their own right. Pick up your swords and axes, it’s long past time to spill their blood and drive them out. DEATH TO THE WHITE KNIGHTS!”
–Agmundr, a clan leader of the homelands.

(Michael A. Nolan (C) 2014″

Unfinished story. “It’s late at night”

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While going through some old documents, bringing up some old stuff, and creating an awesome nostalgia storm on facebook. I found this bit of writing, entitled “It’s late at night.” I wrote it about 3 years ago, and I think it was suppose to be a longer story, like something of a late night slice of life story. But I didn’t synopses or notes back then, and I’ve completely forgot what I was writing. Sad, Looking back I think it may have been a cool story. Giving my new life situation, I may find some new inspiration for this, and might re-write it. Until then, enjoy some “A Place Where Nothing Happens” era writing.:

It’s late at night, I’m restless. I feel like I want to do something, but I can’t place my finger on what. I remember I have a deposit I need to write down in my checkbook. It’s not what I want to do, but it’s something I need to do. I don’t work, not in the traditional sense of the word. I started a store on a press-on-demand service sometime ago. It’s a hit, I get thousands from it. Thousands for nothing. “Money for nothing. . .And your checks for free.”. I don’t understand it myself, It’s nothing more then witty sayings. Things that come out of normal conversation, or from mere observations. It’s not like they’re special, but people buy the crap for some reason. It wouldn’t be up there if my friends didn’t convince to put them up. It’s not like I’m complaining, I’m paying my bills with it, I just don’t get why so many would waste their money it, especially in these times. I walk over to the window, and look towards the tree-line, highlighted by the glow of the city miles away. I’ve spent many nights just staring off in that direction, I don’t think about the medium sized city, I don’t think about the woods full of dear and coyotes. My mind turns to most serious thoughts in my memory. My work, my true work. Writings rich and full, at least in my eyes, hided away in my desk. One day I’ll publish them, one way or another. I don’t need some big company, they’re obsolete to writers and artist with self publishing online services. Promotion is the key.
So many nights staring out into the dark world, why stay here? Why not go out? I’m no longer a child, I may come and go as I please. Who’s business is it that I’m out in the middle of the night? The police? Bah, I’m sober, I carry nothing illegal with me, and I’m awake and suitable to drive, I have nothing to fear. I grab my coat and my effects. I get into my car, the start of the engine has a welcoming sound, like the vehicle itself is anxious to go. And I’m off into the night.

-Michael A. Nolan. Copyrighted 2009-2013.

 

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GHM is not happy about Melanie.

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Hey all, guess you’re wondering where that stuff I said was coming is. Well the GHM comic is still in a pre-production hell of sorts. Having trouble with the other characters and the story details. Also, with all of the mass killings this year, it kinda didn’t feel right doing a series about a homicidal manic at the moment. Seems in poor taste. So the series is on the back burner for now.

Huh, well. . .Honestly he’s taking it better then I thought.

Anyway yes, I’m focusing on a new story which is untitled at the moment. It’s a sword and sorcery story centering around the character Melanie Hunter. She’s a hunter/warrior of the Great North West Mountains that after the death of her family she decides to travel the land. A world full of warriors, mages, monsters, mutants, and those who seek to control lost technologies. I have such wondrous ideas. Though the first story I have with her doesn’t take place in her world. Rather, she finds herself in a different universe, one full of costumed “heroes” she must decide to stand with or against. So it’s basically a sword and sorcery super-hero cross story. It’s going be so much fun.

So that’s it, for now, hope I don’t’ keep you guys waiting too long. Also, comment and tell me what you think of Melanie’s design so far:

Also on a person note, HELLSING ULTIMATE VOL. 5 THUR 8 IS FINALLY COMING OUT! YAY REAL VAMPIRES!!

Till next time, Dreams are our Reality.