CH.3 Tale of Two Swords(rough) by ericzanneauthor, literature
Literature
CH.3 Tale of Two Swords(rough)
Chapter three
The mother stretched her eight giant legs. Now that the brood had broke free of the sack, she could hunt again. She hoped the ones from earlier were still near. She'd feared for the brood when she heard the loud booms and yells, but the seal had held. Now the room was alive with the motions of thousands of badly spiders. They were only as big as one of her ten eyes now, but soon they would be as big as the blind furry things that came out at night. Some might when make it to be as big as the mother.
The brood ate their way through the webs that sealed the door. They poured out of the opening into the hall. The sparklin
THE RITUAL
Eric Zanne
Stefan was breathing hard and sweating by the time he reached the hill with the town’s cemetery. Tallkin’s Hill held all the bodies too poor or unimportant enough not to warrant a burial chamber. He found the grave of Nearo Litvous and unceremoniously dropped the sleeping man, he’d carried all the way from the poor part of town, on the ground. Wiping the sweat from his face and blowing hard through his nose to clean the man’s stench out, he searched around in the tall grass behind the headstone until he found the shovel he’d hid earlier.
He drove the blade into the ground and cleared
Ch.2 Tale of Two Swords(rough) by ericzanneauthor, literature
Literature
Ch.2 Tale of Two Swords(rough)
Chapter 2
“Jordon, get back! That thing is alive.” A roar rolled up the passage, not really a sound but more a vibration felt through the whole body. Mason wanted to run and never come back here again. But, Seredin crept forward. Both worried for his brother and afraid to be alone in this place, Mason followed on his heels. The tunnel turned one more time. Soft yellow light came from a large cylinder with a wooden handle. A hole big enough for both boys to walk through at once, had been blown in a stone double door the size of the passage. Chucks of rock littered the floor and Mason could ruined carvings on the remai
The Problem
By Eric Zanne
The homeless problem, I had a solution and it worked. Oh, how they yelled at me. I can’t help but smile at what has happened. I sip at my White-Russian, poured by my butler, David, whom I found living behind this building, while watching my maid, July, found trying to blow men for food money, dusts the hundreds of books that made up three walls of my study. I sit the drink down on my old writing desk and turn in my warm-leather chair, to look out of the glass wall onto the city below. It’s so clean now.
“Our next speech will be given by Eartha Nietzsche.” The announcer told the hundred
Time
by: Eric Zanne
Time almost seemed to stop as the man pulled the trigger. The deafening blast of the huge gun shatters the world around me. A cloud of light gray smoke slowly pours out of the barrel and another spray of smoke oozes out of the back of the revolver chambers. Over the man’s shoulder, I can see a woman, her hands are thrown up in front of her face and her mouth is open wide in what looks like a silent scream. However, I doubt I would be able to hear her if she made a sound. The world ending sound of the hand cannon firing has now echoed off the brick wall behind me. More smoke puffed out of the barrel and there w
Two Panes
By Eric Zanne
Route Michigan, five miles out the gate of Liberty base. We had to get hot food and other supplies to our forward operating base. We set up the FOB only three months in western Baghdad and moved away from the comforts of the base. Night had fallen and the roads were empty. We were on a four our lane road with a large median. The tan stuccoed buildings pushed up against the road in some places. Everyone had security walls with broken glass cemented across the top. The smell of rotting trash and open sewers was thick. Far off lights were hazy and our teeth gritty from the dust chocking the air.
Two of my pla
CH.3 Tale of Two Swords(rough) by ericzanneauthor, literature
Literature
CH.3 Tale of Two Swords(rough)
Chapter three
The mother stretched her eight giant legs. Now that the brood had broke free of the sack, she could hunt again. She hoped the ones from earlier were still near. She'd feared for the brood when she heard the loud booms and yells, but the seal had held. Now the room was alive with the motions of thousands of badly spiders. They were only as big as one of her ten eyes now, but soon they would be as big as the blind furry things that came out at night. Some might when make it to be as big as the mother.
The brood ate their way through the webs that sealed the door. They poured out of the opening into the hall. The sparklin
THE RITUAL
Eric Zanne
Stefan was breathing hard and sweating by the time he reached the hill with the town’s cemetery. Tallkin’s Hill held all the bodies too poor or unimportant enough not to warrant a burial chamber. He found the grave of Nearo Litvous and unceremoniously dropped the sleeping man, he’d carried all the way from the poor part of town, on the ground. Wiping the sweat from his face and blowing hard through his nose to clean the man’s stench out, he searched around in the tall grass behind the headstone until he found the shovel he’d hid earlier.
He drove the blade into the ground and cleared
Ch.2 Tale of Two Swords(rough) by ericzanneauthor, literature
Literature
Ch.2 Tale of Two Swords(rough)
Chapter 2
“Jordon, get back! That thing is alive.” A roar rolled up the passage, not really a sound but more a vibration felt through the whole body. Mason wanted to run and never come back here again. But, Seredin crept forward. Both worried for his brother and afraid to be alone in this place, Mason followed on his heels. The tunnel turned one more time. Soft yellow light came from a large cylinder with a wooden handle. A hole big enough for both boys to walk through at once, had been blown in a stone double door the size of the passage. Chucks of rock littered the floor and Mason could ruined carvings on the remai
The Problem
By Eric Zanne
The homeless problem, I had a solution and it worked. Oh, how they yelled at me. I can’t help but smile at what has happened. I sip at my White-Russian, poured by my butler, David, whom I found living behind this building, while watching my maid, July, found trying to blow men for food money, dusts the hundreds of books that made up three walls of my study. I sit the drink down on my old writing desk and turn in my warm-leather chair, to look out of the glass wall onto the city below. It’s so clean now.
“Our next speech will be given by Eartha Nietzsche.” The announcer told the hundred
Time
by: Eric Zanne
Time almost seemed to stop as the man pulled the trigger. The deafening blast of the huge gun shatters the world around me. A cloud of light gray smoke slowly pours out of the barrel and another spray of smoke oozes out of the back of the revolver chambers. Over the man’s shoulder, I can see a woman, her hands are thrown up in front of her face and her mouth is open wide in what looks like a silent scream. However, I doubt I would be able to hear her if she made a sound. The world ending sound of the hand cannon firing has now echoed off the brick wall behind me. More smoke puffed out of the barrel and there w
Two Panes
By Eric Zanne
Route Michigan, five miles out the gate of Liberty base. We had to get hot food and other supplies to our forward operating base. We set up the FOB only three months in western Baghdad and moved away from the comforts of the base. Night had fallen and the roads were empty. We were on a four our lane road with a large median. The tan stuccoed buildings pushed up against the road in some places. Everyone had security walls with broken glass cemented across the top. The smell of rotting trash and open sewers was thick. Far off lights were hazy and our teeth gritty from the dust chocking the air.
Two of my pla
Born in 1986, Eric Zanne grew up in the South East. At the age of 18, he joined the Army and served four and half years, deploying twice to Iraq. After he got out of the Army he attended APSU to earn his B.S. in psychology. After discovering a love of reading in the service, he tried his hand at writing.
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