Benny, Do you mind if I make a thread for my Fan Fic for this because my fan fic is a lot of chapters maybe around 10 and it will b more organized So can I?
Inanna was fighting an army of sperm cells, chopping each head from it's tail until one entered her body and got her prego. The end.
Innannas Innannas was just a normal kid growing up until... "they" arrived. A magical animal that was part human, part dog. He stole the little girl, leaving her mom and dad screaming for help to stop this magical man-dog. After the man-dog took her to his magical cave with the other members of the pack, they made her make swords, arrows, spears and other weapons for war. She was becoming a black-smith. By the time the little girl was 20, she ask for a meeting with the high king. The king accepted the meeting invitation and girl was led to him. He ask the high king, "Oh, king of mine, may I please become a warrior. The kingdom is in need of fighters. I am willing to learn." The king accepted the offer and quickly had her escorted to the training ground where she learned what spells to use, where to stab a dragon, how to calm a drakon, and other things needed for mortal combat. It was her first war. She takes her God Blade sword and runs to the field. She kills millions of enemies, collecting BILLIONS of gold. Then, she becomes overpowered by the opposing army. Right before she can fight back, the army uses their secret weapon... A photographer. She loves getting pics. She faces the camera and gets into battle position. After that, the man-dogs snap their fingers and everyone disappears and a weird kingdom-like homescreen appears. The man-dogs say they are apes...not man-dogs. How strange. The girl only can fight during a lag in the "apes'" magic. But there is always the photographer who distracts her...
Part 1: The fire at Elementhra Castle started quietly. Deep within the bowels of the castle, below even the dungeons, a spy stalked the shadows of the flickering torch light. Keeping to the walls, he made his way stealthily past the labyrinth like catacombs of the monarchs of Elementhra. Being ever so careful not to let even the edge of his cape touch the places of final resting, he followed a map in his head, noting but not lingering on, the faint echos of what would seem to be cries of distress. From the living or dead, he was not sure. One thing was certain though, the cries were human. It wouldnt surprise him in the least if indeed the cries were coming from the dungeons upstairs. Their current King, the spy almost spat on the floor in disgust, was notorious for his sick tastes in torturing his people for the most basic of crimes. Whether it be a starving boy making a last desperate attempt to feed himself, or a girl who had curtseyed a breath too short. Both had ended up shackled and awaiting his ministrations. And it was openly known that he had let his soldiers get away with crimes more henious than mere theft; ****, murder and looting were all common amoung the serving force that marshalled the people of Elementhra. They constantly lived in fear of their mad King. One who had seized power by force. The old King's brother, Aznard had killed his brothers entire family in a late night coup, all except his niece who was at that moment, unknow to all the inhabitants in the castle, except for a choice few, was sitting with the largest force of fighting men and women Elementhra had ever seen, right outside the castle. The spy spared a thought to his comrades in the other parts of the castle; those that were freeing innocent prisoners from the dungeons and leading them outside and those that were planting little pig skin sacks of powder all over the castle at key points. He held a few such packets in his hands at that moment. His job was the most vital. Though he hated to disturb the dead, he knew they'd rather this option than their beloved kingdom stay in the hands of the mad opressor. He placed the sacks at crooks and crevices in the weakest section of the oldest wall in the castle. His conscience pricked him at that moment and he found himself wondering about the innocent lives that would doubtless be lost by his actions. His right hand, out of habit, went to his face and as he felt the puckered flesh of his right cheek he remembered the reason for it. He had once been a guest of the King's in his dungeons. He and his wife had dared get married without permission from their leige lord, and thereby, their king, so as punishment he had suffered two full weeks of torture at the hands of the kings most vile of instuments. The physical pain was nothing in comparison to the gut wrenching ache he felt when he thought of his wife, Maya. He could still hear her screaming in his nightmares calling out to him, for rescue. But he had failed her. It was all he could do sometimes to get out of his cot in the morning and face what was inevitably another day without Maya. Without her laughter and gentle eyes to ease him through another day at the mercy of Aznard, the mad King. The spy shook his head and clenched his fists before he let his despair, so close to taking whatever remained of his sanity and his humanity and breathed in deeply. Using one of the many techniques he'd learned in his quest for vengence. His nostrils flared at the sharp smell of the powder insides the little sacks and mixed with the stale odur of still decaying bodies. "Soon." his first whispered word was a promise. To himself and his wife. For tonight would be the end of it all. Azard would either die at the hands of his niece, the rightfull heir to the throne, or he would not. One thing was for certain. The spy did not intend to live past the sunrise... End of part 1. __________________________ I apologise in advance for any spelling/ grammatical errors i may have made. 4:30 in the morning isnt the best time for such things. Lol.
You know... I was about 10min into typing the story on iPhone and I wasn't even half way through... Then... I hit cancel by accident. I swear I almost threw at phone at the wall. WHY ISN'T THERE AN "ARE YOU SURE" OPTION?!
Only skimmed over them. In a few days when i know everyones done posting, me and a few judges will pick.