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The purpose of this topic is for anyone into writing fiction to share and comment on ideas for stories.

OK, I'll start with a story I'm working on that's called The Fall right now. It will probably change. Unfortunately, this story is huge. In the book, all this info is delivered slowly, like a tutorial in Portal. But I don't have that kind of time, so I'll just use huge walls of text separated by spoiler tabs. Here we go.

This one's a little more complicated. Basically, it's Half Life, but from a different perspective. And if the Resistance turned out to be just as douche-baggy as the Combine. And if the origins of the Combine were not only unexplained, but completely insignificant to the story. Perhaps I should explain. The story takes place in a city under the tyrannical rule of the Civil Government. The citizens of the as-of-yet unnamed city live in identical apartment buildings, wear jumpsuits with barcodes, and line up every day to receive food in the form of disgusting, Beef-Jerky-like processed protein. Shut up, Half-Life was just ripping off 1984, anyway. Oh yeah, and the police are brutality-prone assholes in robot-looking masks.....But there's actually a good reason for the masks! I'll get to that. And there are lots of robots aimlessly floating around. But they don't take pictures of you, they give you sloppy medical attention and probably make your injury worse. But I'll get to that, too.

So the story focuses on one family. There's the parents. The mom is a clueless moron who just wants to stay under the radar. The dad is a slightly less clueless moron who just wants to stay under the radar. Then there's an older brother, a middle sister(the main character) and a younger brother. The older brother is strong, idealistic, and a member of the Top-Secret Resistance Movement(Shhhh!). It's his job to take chosen citizens and lead them to the beginning of a secret route out of the city. He's also mentoring his sister on all the things about the Civil Government citizens aren't supposed to know on his spare time. He's prepping her to take over for him eventually. Oh yeah, the younger brother is...Well, he's not technically autistic, but he might as well be. He just sits around the apartment watching TV all day. He almost never talks, or even engages other people. By the way, the reason I'm not talking about ages here is because the entire story ends up spanning about 20-25 years, and not all of it is in chronological order. So age is kind of relative.

But before we get to that story, I'm gonna go over just what kind of shit the Civil Government gets up to. It's actually all significant to the story. So first of all:

1. Six Months Of Community Service (To be served in the Civil Building)
So why is this so evil? Because, naturally, it's a lie. It's also the only punishment anyone has ever received for committing a crime. So what really happens? Well, "criminals" get sent to one of two places:
-Thunder Road: A slang term, obviously. This is where you get sent if you're a male in the age group who fits the physical requirements. Basically, you are knocked out, stripped, and placed on a literal assembly line that ends with you as an agent of the Civil Police. (Hey, it's not anything like Civil Protection. Shut up.) The process is kind of important, though. First, they remove a part of your brain and replace it with a computer. This connects you to one giant computer that keeps track of every agent-I mean officer- in the city. It also enables the CG(Civil Government) to replace your memories. You get a new set of memories, one that gives you a really good reason to hate people. Why? To ensure that you act like a dick to the people. Unfortunately, the process is a little iffy, and the fake memories don't always stick. Which is why, at the end of each week, the officers are required to take a nap in a "Relaxation Pod". What it really does is it replaces your fake memories with a new set. The officers are none the wiser. Just try to remember all that, all right? It will honestly be important later.

-The Sunshine State: Another slang term. This is where everyone else goes. It's a massive room filled with pods. Which, in turn, are filled with comatose people. Basically, they put you in an artificial coma, and slide you in a life-support-equipped drawer. And you stay there. The only reason they take you out is if maybe they need to experiment on you or if they need a new officer and you're close enough to fit the profile. Once you turn 65, the pod automatically cuts life support, cremates you, and sterilizes the pod. In minutes, it's ready for it's next occupant, and all the evidence that you ever existed is gone. It's pretty diabolical. Remember that, too.

-Hackers: The robots I mentioned earlier. Technically called "Autonomous Medical Units", their job is to clean up any messes that resulted from Police brutality. Problem is, they kind of suck at it, and usually end up making things worse. Bottom Line: If a police officer calls a hacker, you're more or less fucked.

Whooo, OK. I'm glad we got that out of the way. Now, onto the actual plot.

Our story begins (more or less) as the dad (Frank) and the oldest brother (Eli. Shut up.) are on their way home after a somewhat late Food-run. A police officer decides to pick on them. A scuffle ensues, and eventually the officer calls a Hacker. Kind of a good news-bad news thing, though: It kills the officer instead of attacking Frank and Eli. Why? I'll get to it. They are both sentenced for murdering a police officer. Eli gets sent down Thunder Road and Frank gets sent to the Sunshine State. But before he left, Eli gave his sister (Steph) a contact. She goes to the guy, and ends up getting their family a one-way ticket out of the city.

The journey is long and dangerous, but eventually they make it to the Resistance HQ, also know as the Citizen's Republic, which is in an old mining town. The group of citizens (about 25 people) are greeted personally by the leader of the Citizen's Republic, one Mr. Robert Grant. Unfortunately, as soon as they arrive, some Civil Helicopters (not their official name) are spotted in the distance. Grant springs into action, allowing all but 15 people safe shelter in the near-by coal mine. Steph's younger brother(Robby) is not one of them, and he gets gunned down by the choppers. Grant explains that the Choppers were looking for renegade human settlements, and most likely already saw the group of refugees heading towards the town. If he hadn't left anyone out there, the government would known that they were just hiding. As it is, they saw some people, and they killed some people. For them, that's better then "Saw some people, lost some people, couldn't find them again." That would require further action, and the Republic could have been compromised. The people of the public are not really convinced, so....well, there's kind of build to this in the story so that it makes more sense, but put simply: He marries Steph's mom in a political move. As the mother of one of the victims, she's....advantageous. She doesn't know that, though. She honestly loves him. Steph develops a pretty big hatred for Grant.

During her stay in the Republic's equivilent of a White House, Steph finds out lot's of interesting things about how it operates. Only 2 things are important, though: 1) Patchers. These are hackers that have been stolen by the Republic and reprogrammed to-that's right-attack the officer that summons them. You know, like the one that sent her brother and father to prison. The other thing she discovers: The Republic's Master Plan to destroy the Government.

As it turns out, the Civil Building (aka Civil Government HQ) runs on tiny, incredibly numerous, and incredibly powerful, generators. Generators that could be made to overheat and explode if exposed to a signal of a certain frequency. Activating one would cause a chain reaction that would destroy the entire Civil Building, as well as everything within a 5 mile radius of it. And how does the resistance plan on getting a signal into the building? By smuggling it in on the computer-brains of an officer. All they need is a soldier.

So they send a radio signal in the direction of the city. Sure enough, they send a chopper filled with armed guards to check it out. It doesn't take long for them to mob the chopper with patchers, crashing it. They pull on surviving guard out of the rubble, while beaming a pre-prepared "all clear" signal to the Civil Building. They knock the officer out, and implant the "bomb" in his brain, as well as some equipment that lets them see what he sees, hear what he hears, etc.

They send the officer back on a (I should have mentioned earlier; completely automatized) helicopter. He enters the Civil Building. We now have a situation where the entire Republic has gathered in the town to watch the (very huge) Civil Building bite the dust, while Grant, Steph's mom, and 2 guards are the HQ, watching the feed from the officer, with Grant waiting to pull the "Kill Everything" Lever. Meanwhile, Steph, deciding she can't let Grant kill millions of civilians in order to destroy the Government, sneaks a gun into the room.

Now, something funny happens. The officer with the "bomb" (remember, it's really just a transmitter) in his head suffers what's called a "memory failure". Basically, all his fake memories stack up, fall over, and cause him to start acting funny. He heads to The Sunshine State. Meanwhile, Steph is holding a gun on a terrified mother and a very angry Grant. Bomb-Head goes to a computer and enters a prisoner number. He opens a pod and approaches it. By now, the Government has figured out that his memories aren't holding together. They prepare to do what is protocol with memory failures: An officer moves into position to kill him. If he dies, the transmitter is useless. Grant becomes more desperate as it becomes apparent that his carefully placed bomb is about to be diffused. He starts begging Steph to let him set it off. Bomb-Head approaches the person in the Pod, and everyone in the Republic HQ hears an unfamiliar voice say, "Dad?" followed by a familiar and very confused voice say, "Eli?"

That's right, Bomb-Head is actually Steph's long-lost brother. And the man he's come to see is their father. She and her mother simply stare at each other in shock. Grant siezes an oppertunity, and goes for the lever that will kill everyone in the Civil Building. Steph pulls the trigger, and Eli begins to cry, just as the other officer places a pistol on the back of his neck.

And that's the end of Part 1.

Part 2 actually takes place 15 years later, after the Republic has moved into the city, taken over, and then totally fucked everything up. The city has become worse then ever under Grant's rule, devolving into gang warfare. No one has even seen or heard from Grant in over a decade. Meanwhile, Steph has arrived at the city(she's had a busy 15 years) with one goal in mind: Assassinating Grant. It's kind of like Gangs of New York. If you haven't seen it, fix that.

So yeah, that's about it. I'm aware of some of the problems (lots of "sci-fi bullshit", some contrived plot points). But I want to know what you think.

So....What do you think? What ideas for stories do you have? Share them here.

PS: Sorry it was so long, if you chose not to read it, I do not blame you at all.
 

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I tend to write short vignettes... or erotic fiction, admittedly. And no, I am not sharing any of the latter on this site. It would likely get me perma-banned and sent to the 9th circle of Hell.
 

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I have some stuff I can share. But right now I'm only using my iPod to post here.
When my computer gets fixed I can share some stuff.

Do movie screenplays count? 'Cause I got one of those, as well as a sci-fi story and a super hero story.
 

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I just started a new short story. It's a simple story about a "figure" or "entity" being challenged by a young, headstrong, yet ultimately gutless and stupid competitor. The plot is dead simple but it's the world that surrounds the figure and the implications of the actions that I hope will give the story some weight and hopefully make it unnerving.
 

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Interesting.

Behold, 3 of my projects!
http://inkpop.com/projects/43052/the-greatest-heist-of-all-time/read-project/#chapter
http://inkpop.com/projects/50084/squad-of-miscreants-preview-/read-project/#chapter
http://inkpop.com/projects/64503/seven-preview-/read-project/#chapter
[sub]I doubt anyone will like them...[/sub]
 

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I read it.

Set up a -very- solid basis for a story. Some things did remind me of Half Life but tweak it here and there and make it entirely your own. Get those unnamed things names, etc. and fix some things like the pods. What use would somebody be to a government if they just spent 65 years in a pod, being kept alive?

Not much. The strength of an empire always lies in its people.

I did enjoy reading that though. Once you said the bit about Gangs of New York, it started to click together.

NO DEAD RABBITS HERE!
 

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Only stuff Id write are stories involving my favorite DnD character I made, or about my TES characters. But only I would read them.
 
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InnerRebellion said:
Interesting.

Behold, 3 of my projects!
http://inkpop.com/projects/43052/the-greatest-heist-of-all-time/read-project/#chapter
http://inkpop.com/projects/50084/squad-of-miscreants-preview-/read-project/#chapter
http://inkpop.com/projects/64503/seven-preview-/read-project/#chapter
[sub]I doubt anyone will like them...[/sub]
Pretty cool. I wrote a short story that's somewhat similar to the first one(in that it's about a bank robbery) but it's not saved on this computer. I'd have to re-type the whole thing to post it here.
 

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I've recently started to write a two-part Shadow of the Colossus screenplay. I've said that I hated it, but now I'm quite obsessed with it after beating the game. Just a fun project - thought it'd be cool to do a prologue-type thing from the POV of Mono when she and the Wanderer first meet, and the relationship that blossoms. For the second part... well... obviously, it will most likely be the game, just adapted.

All the other ideas I've had have been for short stories. I've tried to think up larger scale epics, I've tried to think out other worlds, but I just become too caught up in making everything completely believable, and I cross my own lines, ect ect, or it just sounds boring. I dunno how Tolkien did it.
 
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Bruin said:
I read it.

Set up a -very- solid basis for a story. Some things did remind me of Half Life but tweak it here and there and make it entirely your own. Get those unnamed things names, etc. and fix some things like the pods. What use would somebody be to a government if they just spent 65 years in a pod, being kept alive?

Not much. The strength of an empire always lies in its people.

I did enjoy reading that though. Once you said the bit about Gangs of New York, it started to click together.

NO DEAD RABBITS HERE!
Yeah, I realize there's a lot of things that don't really make sense if you think about it. I honestly just needed an excuse to keep the dad in one place for the majority of the story. But you're right, it doesn't really make sense.
 

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RatRace123 said:
I have some stuff I can share. But right now I'm only using my iPod to post here.
When my computer gets fixed I can share some stuff.

Do movie screenplays count? 'Cause I got one of those, as well as a sci-fi story and a super hero story.
Most of my stories would be at least 300% better as movies, the only problem is I have absolutely no idea how to write a screenplay D: And I don't have friends in high places to map the idea out and get millions of dollars of investment. To create an epic masterpiece, of course

The biggest thing that I'm currently working on is a politically-based story about a 17 or so year old american who gets pissed of at his mom and stepdad and runs away from home. He goes to New York, where he meets an aged political activist who guides him through the next years, combatting a very right-wing political regime that's taken over the country, drawing parallels to what the US is going through now, and will probably continue to be going through when (if) I finish it.
I got the idea from a music album, actually. Underclass Hero by Sum41, almost blatantly ripped off by my interpretation. I'm hoping that I can get through finishing it. I've got the entire plot all plotted out (ha) but I'm having a terrible case of dumbfuck writer's block.
 

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Frozen Donkey Wheel2 said:
InnerRebellion said:
Interesting.

Behold, 3 of my projects!
http://inkpop.com/projects/43052/the-greatest-heist-of-all-time/read-project/#chapter
http://inkpop.com/projects/50084/squad-of-miscreants-preview-/read-project/#chapter
http://inkpop.com/projects/64503/seven-preview-/read-project/#chapter
[sub]I doubt anyone will like them...[/sub]
Pretty cool. I wrote a short story that's somewhat similar to the first one(in that it's about a bank robbery) but it's not saved on this computer. I'd have to re-type the whole thing to post it here.
Thanks, mind telling me which of the three you liked the most?
 

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http://www.fictionpress.com/~ajsmith

That's where all (but my WWIII Short Story) my original stories and poems are posted. I feel I do pretty good... I'm slow as hell at updating though, mostly because I dont do well on pain medications, and I'm a bit, ah, how do you say, accident prone? The one I'm working with right now is "The DJ," it's my first try at romance, AND my first try at steampunk. Right now, only the intro is up.

But yeah, check 'em out! FP is a GREAT site for aspiring writers, you get some decent feedback (if somewhat sparse)!

Like I always say,
Read
Review
Be Happy
Be Free!

Peace out,
~A.J.

PS: To the OP, I'll be reading over all of "The Fall," upon the morrow, and will repost/edit accordingly! :-D GREAT thread!
 

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Miumaru said:
Only stuff Id write are stories involving my favorite DnD character I made, or about my TES characters. But only I would read them.
Sometimes the point of writing is simply to express yourself to yourself. I do it all the time.


That said, I want to get this one published:

<Spoiler= Hornaway, Hero>
9 June 1942

The government sedan pulled into the driveway with a squeal of worn brakes. Mrs. Hornaway stood stock still in the kitchen, staring out her window at it, knowing full well what it meant, but unwilling to believe that it was possible. Her two oldest sons were off in the war, the older; Johnny, a fighter pilot on the carrier Yorktown; the younger, Sam, a marine still in basic training.
She walked slowly to the door, still numb from the shock of seeing that gray government sedan pulling up like a rain cloud come to drop a torrential downpour on her happiness.
The knock at the door came as a sudden booming shock to her system, and she yanked the door open, wanting this to all be over, or to be some horrid dream. She had seen her friends get these messenger visits in the past, and had always been there to help them cope with their sudden introduction to the true horror of war. Only now did she understand how trite and meaningless any words could be at a time such as this.
The man standing before her was a full colonel, obviously a pilot from the great war, maybe he had even flown with her husband. She didn't know him, or recognize the name on his breastplate. McNeal. She would forever remember the name of the man who told her that her little Johnny was dead.
?Ma'am, would it be okay if I came in for a minute, I have something very important I must tell you...? He trailed off, unsure of what to say. He had never gotten used to telling the next of kin that their loved ones had died, splattered over the face of the planet in the most gruesome way possible at 500 miles per hour, and trying to make it sound like a glorious and necessary thing. He had been doing it since the war started, between teaching the up and coming fighter jockeys that life wasn't all great in the Army Air Corp and trying to learn to walk on the new prosthesis that he had earned test flying the newest fighter, the P-51 Mustang.
As he was ushered into the living room, Annie Hornaway's natural instincts took over and she went into the kitchen without asking and poured two cups of coffee. She brought them both into the living room, where Colonel McNeal was sitting on the couch where her little Johnny had done his homework for ten years. She handed him the cup and took a seat on a divan facing the colonel.
He took a sip of the coffee, nodded appreciatively, and then began to tell her why he had come. ? We regret to inform you that your son, John Hornaway, died during the Battle of Midway. He was on a combat air patrol...

5 Days Previously

Today was a glorious day to fly. That was the squadron motto at any rate. It certainly wasn't a horrible day to fly. The clouds were high and wispy, with visibility good for twenty or thirty miles. The Combat Air Patrol was gathered in the briefing room, the 12 pilots of TFS-8 sitting around joking about their upcoming patrol.
?Hey 'Movie Star,'? one of the younger pilots said to John Hornaway. ?You taking lead of third flight today??
?I sure hope so. I am getting tired of being your *****, it will be nice to make you fetch me coffee when we get back.?
?Ha ha, I would like to see you try,? the younger pilot responded. ?I do still outrank you, pending promotion or not. If you had been a real man, and joined when the war started, instead of waiting those two months, you would outrank me.?
The room was called to attention before Johnny could come back with a rejoinder.
?Alright gentleman, Uncle Sam wants you to put your raggedy asses back on the line for him today. This time you are just going to be flying slow precise circles, so try not to fall asleep up there, okay, Dozer?? He stared pointedly at one of the pilots, an older flyer who had joined the Navy Aviation Wing months before the war had started.
?Hey, I only fall asleep when escorting bombers. Anything that requires more than one-eighth my attention I always try to keep one eye open for.? A chuckle passed around the room before the squadron commander called for quiet again.
?Alright, now that that is out of the way, let's get to business. Wing assignments:
I'm taking first flight, Lieutenant Donlace is taking second flight, and Lieutenant Hornaway, that's right, Lieutenant Hornaway, is taking third flight. I will let you divide up wingmen as you see fit within your flights, so get to it. We are wheels up in half an hour.?
'Movie Star,' for he no longer thought of himself as Lieutenant John Hornaway, USN, now he was the trained aerial duelist known simply as 'Movie Star,' smiled as he received a series of slaps on the back in congratulation for his hard won promotion. He briefed his wingman and flight mates, and at 20 minutes to wheels up, they all headed out to the flight deck and strapped into their F4F-3 Wildcats. An aging fighter, not quite capable of meeting the new Japanese 'Zero' on even terms in a head to head fight, she was still the hottest fighter the U.S. Navy had in the skies, and that made flying one a reward for the truly skilled pilot.
Movie Star considered himself one of the best. After all, hadn't it been his gun-camera footage of the fight over the Coral Sea that had made newsreels nationwide, earning him the nickname Movie Star?
The fighter's engine bellowed to life, blocking out all but the most base level of communications - hand signals. Sometimes it seemed that he couldn't even hear himself think, much less speak to another person. At the signal from the flagman, he closed his cockpit, sealing off most of the noise, and throttled up to full power.
There is nothing quite like a carrier take-off. The screaming engines, the sense of impending doom, the knowledge that if physics let you down in any way, your parents would get a telegram ?regretting to inform them...? and there wasn't a damn thing you could do about it. It all made you feel so... Alive!
With a jaunty salute, Movie Star slipped the brakes on his fighter and lurched forward, the 500 horsepower of his fighter's engine throwing him back in his seat. He pulled back on the stick as the end of the carrier's bow dropped away beneath his plane and as suddenly as that, he was flying. He waggled his wings back and forth to check for flight controls, then glanced over at his wingmate, who had participated in the whole event less than ten feet from his right wingtip. Both had full control of their planes, and waved to acknowledge each other. Sliding a little further apart, they began a slow circle back towards the carrier to pick up the other half of their flight.
When the flight was finally complete, Movie Star ordered the flight to assume patrol formation; three planes flying at medium altitude, usually 10,000 feet, with the fourth flying high cover at 15,000 feet. Movie Star took the lead of the three plane element, with Dozer flying top cover. Every half hour, the planes would switch off, trading formation flying, a high endurance test of flying skill, for the high lookout position, a job that took much more concentration and risked exhaustion from oxygen starvation. Nearing the end of the second hour, Movie Star was flying high cover when he saw something glinting in the sun, about 50 miles away. Breaking radio silence, he called it in to the carrier even as he banked his fighter into a high-g turn and broke away from his flight.
?Dozer, you have the lead, I will be back in no more than twenty minutes, Yorktown is sending a squadron out to reinforce you, maintain formation, but if I call for help, be ready for anything.?
The F4F Wildcat screamed down at the target from high in the cloud cover, staying up-sun from the mysterious object that had just appeared in off his starboard wing nearly seven minutes ago. As he flew towards it, it seemed to be flying towards him at an oblique angle, making the closing speed nearly 700 knots.
And then, all of a sudden, he could see it clearly. It was an arrowhead shape, with two rounded nodules on the end of each wing, probably the motors. Recognizing only one possibility, some experimental new Jap airplane, Movie Star armed his cannons and began spraying fire at the unrecognizable craft. He was rewarded with a burst of fire from one of the pods, and the strange craft staggered to the left, the undamaged engines pushing the craft towards a flat spin that the enemy pilot was obviously struggling to control.
Movie Star flashed past the now damaged aircraft at full power, desperate to keep what little advantage he had over the obviously more powerful jet. He yanked back hard on the stick, pulling about 5 G's, stressing the air frame to it's fullest as he pressed the attack further...


Hedrix was flying along casually, fairly certain neither side of this planet-wide conflict could detect him. After all, hadn't his home fleet traveled over ten light-years to find the source of those strange transmissions that had reached his homeworld, and didn't they have a 350 year technological edge on these so-called Humans? His stealth field was up, and he should have been undetectable, but there was one thing he hadn't counted on. Humans see in a different spectrum than Ka'dran, and while to his species he was surrounded by an invisible energy field, to humans, at certain angles, the shield reflected a silvery light. He was no more invisible to human eyes than Movie Star's fighter, which was even now bearing down on him. He had come to this planet in hopes of creating a peaceful alliance, but instead of one planetary civilization, as had been on his planet for millenia, he had found a series of planetary super-powers struggling for dominance over each other in a human civil war. Not that that is what they called it. But that is what it was. His mission had been to gather evidence of what had caused war on such a massive scale, and see if there was anything the Ka'dran could do to bring an end to the conflict. Things were not looking good. The Nazis, in Europe, were executing large groups of a people they called Juden, the Asian warriors, the Nipponese, were torturing and executing innocents, especially women and children, in what they called their ancestral homelands. Even he could see that these ?Ancestral Homelands? were just conquered territories that were being remade into their own image of what a society should be. Italy was a joke, the one they called Hitler's pawn to keep Deutschland's southern flank secure, and not good for much else. On the other side were the British, noble warriors of a fine tradition, struggling to make it through the day, besieged by foes they had rightfully stood up to, and their allies, the Americans, a Proud warrior race, fighting for peace, justice, vengeance, and to right the wrongs they had sat back and allowed to continue in the world. The other Allied power, the Soviet Union, was actually worse than the Nazis. They were also executing people by the millions, including jailing innocents for crimes they had not committed. It was a tough call to make. He wasn't sure, but he thought the Allies would eventually win. That wasn't likely to happen for another five years or more. And the losses this war would inflict in five more years would be terrible. The Allies needed the technological advancements his people would be willing to share.
A flashing alarm pulled Hedrix out of his reverie, and drew his attention to the collision avoidance screen. Suddenly the sound of an engine exploding could be heard, as well as the sound of hail on titanium as the .50 caliber shells pounded his primary port thruster. Hedrix yanked hard on his controls to steady the craft as he tried to figure out where they American fighter had gone. Suddenly there was a screaming from the starboard side as his secondary thruster fell to machine gun fire from the rapidly climbing F4F Wildcat that had besieged him. Readjusting his pitch and trim controls, as well as his throttle settings, Hedrix began a series of high speed jinks and jukes that he hoped would make him harder to hit.


Movie Star smiled as his second pass shattered the starboard thruster. The craft slowed further, now to the point where his Wildcat could easily keep up with it. He pushed his throttle fully to the stops and pulled a high speed diving turn, centering again on his target, this time aiming for where he thought the cockpit ought to be, in the nose. His machine gun rounds pummeled the fuselage of the enemy craft, causing something in the craft to come flying off, exposing a mass of wires and circuitry, and making it list lazily to the left as the pilot tried in vain to keep control. The jukes and jinks the pilot used were effective in keeping Movie Star from delivering an otherwise fatal blow, but he kept firing away at the Japanese fighter, trying desperately to finish it off before it discovered the fleet's location.


Hedrix swore, hard. The American fighter wouldn't leave him alone, and the third pass had disabled his stealth systems and wrecked the craft's airtight integrity, leaving him with little hope of making an extra-atmospheric run to safety. He had to stay and fight, even though he wanted nothing less than to fight an Allied Warrior.
?Enable Ion Scrambler.?
?Ion Scrambler, enabled. You may fire when ready.? The computer spoke in a calm passionless voice. He turned to the special control, engaged the key, and rode the shock wave as the Ion Scrambler fired, disabling most of his computer systems that hadn't been shut down, and hopefully shutting the other fighter down completely.


Movie Star felt his whole body begin to tingle, but other than that, the blue flash that emanated from the enemy fighter didn't affect him. No, wait, his radio was out. Damn Nips and their trickery. He would have to tell the Admiral about this new weapon they had. He turned his fighter around and
bored in, aiming for a killing strike this time. He raked his machine guns down the length of the aircraft as he flashed by it.


Hedrix lined up his ship with where he figured the Allied fighter would be at the end of it's run and waited. As Movie Star zipped by overhead, Hedrix fired off his only defensive laser. He was rewarded with... Nothing. The Allied fighter maintained it's dive and appeared to be fully intact. The plane had pulled into another hard loop when suddenly the starboard wing snapped off near the root, sending the plane spinning wildly into the ocean. It disappeared from view in the blink of an eye, and nothing was ever seen of Movie Star again.


?? And so you see, Mrs. Hornaway, your son is a hero, and probably helped win the Battle of Midway that was just fought so recently.?
She nodded bravely, but couldn't help the tears that were streaming down her cheeks. The officer stood, handed her an official looking telegram, and turned to go. As he stood at the door, he turned to her one last time and said, ?I am so very sorry.? And then he left. Just another officer driving a gray government sedan, just another car amongst the many that were out and about that day, drove away from a house, unobserved in it's passing.
 

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Most of my stories would be at least 300% better as movies, the only problem is I have absolutely no idea how to write a screenplay D: And I don't have friends in high places to map the idea out and get millions of dollars of investment. To create an epic masterpiece, of course

The biggest thing that I'm currently working on is a politically-based story about a 17 or so year old american who gets pissed of at his mom and stepdad and runs away from home. He goes to New York, where he meets an aged political activist who guides him through the next years, combatting a very right-wing political regime that's taken over the country, drawing parallels to what the US is going through now, and will probably continue to be going through when (if) I finish it.
I got the idea from a music album, actually. Underclass Hero by Sum41, almost blatantly ripped off by my interpretation. I'm hoping that I can get through finishing it. I've got the entire plot all plotted out (ha) but I'm having a terrible case of dumbfuck writer's block.
It's not too tough, it's essentially like writing a script but including character actions, emotions, scene blocking and camera angles.
OK, that sounds like a lot, but once you get going it's actually pretty managable.
 

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Most of my stuff revolves around government assassins taking out crims and terrorists on the streets of Sydney, grand armies clashing across the universe, pirates surviving in a world recovering from nuclear Armageddon, and WW2 alternate history where the Americans stayed out of the war in Europe (taking up the isolationist attitude again after the defeat of Japan).

Standard stuff really, but I'll be honest I just write for the hell of it. I'm not planning on trying my hand at writing a novel for a few years yet.

Yours sounded alright though OP.
 

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not bad, though it seems that they would have a better system than generators that could be easily destroyed, or they would be watched by people who have real memories. Also, it was kind of obvious that Eli was gonna be the guard with the bomb, unless it was his dad. Besides that, pretty good better than i could do