Baby Cries.

Dear Fellow Readers,

In conjunction with my birthday, I am proud to release to you, my dear readers the story of my life. :D it will be released a week or two after my birth date. So watch out for it! And please do remember do post comments on whether you liked the story or not. I do not only write science fiction stories, I am thinking of love stories too. So I will keep myself posted on this.

Have a great day ahead readers!
Author.

*Note:The above story is absolutely fiction and does not involve anyone, dead or alive. The story is 100% copyrighted and should not be reproduced in any form by any means possible. Thank you and enjoy reading.

Regards, the Author

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Coma

I felt her hand touching mine, it seemed weird, I tried to open my eyes but I can't seem too, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't. My head was throbbing so hard I could almost faint at the spot. There were so many things running in my head. Where am I? What am I doing here? Why isn't my body moving when I wanted it too? Why? There were so many whys. All I could ever hear was her sweet voice. She was whispering to me, kind of like talking. I heard murmurs around. I heard someone sobbing. I heard so many voices around. It was as though I was going to die. But no. I could feel a little of my heart beating. I could not move a single muscle. My brain directs my hand to clutch hers back, but so many times I tried, it failed. My head was throbbing so hard I could not think properly. But somehow I managed to gain control of my brains and direct it to focus on something I was thinking. I could hear her voice saying, "Rod, you'll be alright. I know you would. Please open your eyes, I know you could hear me. Please. You have to. I don't want your life to be wasted. Please. Just open your eyes, look me in the eyes and say you are alive. Please?" She kept on repeating herself and I was trying so hard to open my mouth to speak back but it was all. Failures. I felt something covering my mouth up to my nose, it felt like plastic, just a nice fitting around my mouth up to my nose. I felt little pain on my arms, I couldn't see anything, my eyes was refusing to open, even though I have tried numerous times. I lied down, that was what I knew. I was lying down, somewhere, but I couldn't make out where. As I was thinking of all this, I heard a lot of voices, I started to panic as her voice has long stopped. My heart starts to beat rapidly, my eyes was moving around in darkness, trying to seek out the girl with that sweet voice. Who was she? Where did she went? I started to open my mouth a little bit. I heard beeping sounds to my left. It beeped. Beeped. Then suddenly the beeping increased into a motion of irregular beats. I could hear so many things going on. But unable to catch or imagine what it was like. I could hear the rumbling of what was that called. Thunder? Wait. What is my name? Did she said Rod? Rod? That's my name? Oh god, this headache is killing me. I remained still. I didn't know whether it was dark or bright, I did not know whether it was still in the year 2009 or was it 2015. I did not know. So many people had come up to my ears and say all kinds of things. I felt so weird. I felt as though it was all a torturing dream. Some evil demon might have brought me here once I was dead. Wait. Dead? Am I really dead? Then why aren't I seeing God? Or Heaven? Or the worst ever, Hell? Why is my eyes closed and I can't even open them up? I was some what terrified. I can't move a single muscle in my body. I felt so warm at times and sometimes I felt cold too.

I was too tired to think and I think I fell asleep. Suddenly I felt someone touching my palm, holding it tightly. I heard her voice again. It seemed so familiar to me. But I have searched again and again inside, deep inside my brains and I have found nothing related to her.. She started to mumble about us, what we have been through, what we have done together it felt weird, I didn't understand half of her story. I did not even understand what she was talking about although I knew she was speaking English, it felt like she was speaking some other language. An alien or something. Then she told me this, "Do you not remember? The day you came into my apartment and brought a bouquet of flowers, with the sweetest poem I have ever known? Do you not remember Rod?" she was saying with a sob. I was wondering why she was sobbing. "Do you not know Rod? How much I loved you?"

I stunned. Who is this lady saying she loved me? Where the hell am I? Dream world? With what she said I struggled to gain control of my entire body. I struggled for a moment to open my eyes. I couldn't at first but I kept on trying. And kept on trying. Her voice was still lingering around my ears. I struggled again. I shrug and tried to move my fingers. I felt them moving a little. She was still next to me, whispering this, "I have to go now." I did not really understand that, but it seemed like she was going to leave to somewhere else. I tried even harder. Suddenly I felt a burst of adrenaline rushing into my entire body, my eyes flung opened and my fingers stretched itself and I felt my whole body was moving and my heart was pounding hard on my rib cage. I looked around, there were no ceilings, all I see was beds, curtains, strange things all around me and I saw a lady next to me, she was staring me in the eyes and not saying a word. I stared back at her and she started to have water coming out of her eyes. I did not know what to say. I kept staring at her in her eyes and that was where the flash back starts.

It started when we were friends and we met at our work place. We were fast friends and we went out so often. I remembered I use to dream of her every night, and in every dream in every night it was so romantic and sweet. I remembered the time when I asked her to be my girlfriend when we were about twenty five years old- she was the same age as me, and how our relationship started for five years and did not end just there. We got married when she said she was getting older and older. So we got married and then we continued our relationship as husband and wife till today. Every moment we kissed it send chills through my spine and everytime we hold hands I felt our love is unbreakable. Then I remember now, my name is Rodney Jackson. I am 36 years old and I am currently CEO of Biogen. Biogenetic engineering. My corporation has developed so many new types of biogenetics and we have successfully cloned animals. But it wasn't for humans. For five years now, inspired by the novel written by Michael Crichton, Jurassic Park, we were making it a reality. The DNA was bought for five billion dollars. My corporation was making millions every year and almost thousands every month. Then an accident left me at the hospital bed for few months, then years..

I am now still in my company and we have now officially opened Jurassic Park.

*Note:The above story is absolutely fiction and does not involve anyone, dead or alive. The story is 100% copyrighted and should not be reproduced in any form by any means possible. Thank you and enjoy reading.

Regards, the Author

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Clash of The Ancients.

The silence in the woods kept me awake, i heard no crickets, i held onto my sword, a one and a half meter long sword. i lay down in the silence of the forest, the fire burning right next to me. I kept silent, holding onto my sword i lay perfectly still waiting if there is any ambush. Silently i closed my eyes, just before i closed my eyes i heard the dead leaves rustled. I sprang to my feet with my sword drawn. One hand I was holding a sword, strapped to my back was my Bow, my other hand was holding a light armor shield, made out of one hundred percent iron.

"What do you want?" I questioned him.
He was wearing a ninja suit, covered all till his eyes while I was just an average swords-bowman. He kept silent and took out two one meter length daggers. I froze. He jumped up and pointed his dagger at me, I felt small but somehow I raised my shield above my head. I heard the clash of steel on iron. Sparks flew out. I pushed back my shield on him, he jumped backwards, withdrawing his dagger and looking at it, it snapped, a small piece of his dagger. His eye brows went to angry. He threw the broken piece of dagger and took out stars. Five pointed sharp ends that could, if thrown in a special way flew and could stab somewhat two inches deep. I got back to my senses just in time when he threw four at me. I ducked and jumped. One sliced threw arm. I screamed.

"Ahh! Shit!" I shouted.
Dashing at him with anger and hatred, I ran, zig-zagging my way through and finally reached him, he was shocked and surprised. But it was too late for him, my sword dashed into his chest. Blood came out from his chest and then his mouth, his suit was bloodied. His lips poured fresh red blood, his suit covering his head becomes red. His eyes bloat with surprise, he drops his dagger and falls dead on the ground. I breathe heavily. Gasping for my breath. That was adrenaline pumping. That happened six days ago. My first kill while guard dutying. Now, with hundreds and hundreds of soldiers, armed swordsman and archers, battering rams, knights, phalanxes, trebuchets, magnoels, elitespearman and hundreds and thousands of allies. I stood in front of my battalion. I was an elite spearman. I like hand to hand combat, and sometimes i like ranged attack. Fifty yards away from us lay thousand and thousands of enemy soldiers, the Saracens tribe. Their camel mounted infantry made them the most fearsome enemies of all. Inspired by Spartan lengedary, King Leonidas and his 300 men defeated hundreds and thousands of Persians before they perished in battle, we took the legend as a morale effort to raise our armies own morale. And now, standing before the enemies who assassinated my father, the King of my tribe, the Crusaders tribe. "We fight for honor and freedom. We fight for what is ours and what we share. We do not server anyone but our King. We are now official crusaders. We are the guardians of freedom and honor and peace." I gave a morale boost to my soldiers.

A camel mounted soldier approached us, he took out a scroll and read it out loud, "We, the Saracens of Earth, boasts of our pride in camel warriors and in massive quantities of militia. Surrender and we will provide you with all the wealth you need. We will spare your families, we will spare your kind."

"We do not serve Persian-wannabes! We do not want your wealth. We do not need your wealth. We need our honor and freedom. Nothing else." I answered back. Just then, a spear flew from my massive army and struck the man on his chest. He drops dead on the field.

"Yeah!" we all screamed.
"Today is where we gain victory lads! Today is where we fight and win!"
"Yeah!" my soldiers screamed.
"CHARGE!!!!" I screamed, running towards our enemies. It was five to one. They have millions of armies, we have thousands, but we have the courage and skill, they have the numbers.

The sound of iron on iron clashing, the sounds of arrows whizzing, the sounds of screaming soldiers towards death. Spears flew past us and stabs our men, arrows flew and stab a soldier in his head. Another arrow stabbed my men in his eyes. A spear hit another soldier's skull, it pierced through his skull and stuck to the ground. He never had the time to even scream. We clashed and clashed. The remaining thousands of enemy soldiers retreated. The camel mounted soldiers flee the deserted battlefield. We stood and sighed in relief. We won the battle. The battle which involved millions of soldiers. We lost thousands of men, but before they died, they brought down more with them. It went from five to one, ten to one to fifteen to one. I myself killed almost a hundred enemy militias. It was the most spectacular war ever. We thought it was over when the remaining enemy militias fled the battlefield, deserting their weapons and shields then ran and ran. We stood there with victory in our hands. Victory by killing thousands of enemy in our hands.

We thought we won. We thought they ran back to their king begging for reinforcements. Then suddenly we saw, magicians, sorcerers, archers with bows which looked rather larger than them. Infantries with spears and half length shields, they were what we call them, Elite Magespearman. They not only use their spear, but with magic and sorcery, they could make the spear filled with damages, and not just any damages, it was filled with bolts of lightning. Some were fire. We regrouped after seeing their magicians. Slowly we back, slowly we retreated. I summoned my own priests and archers, archers which shoot arrows with fire, which blesses the arrow with death. Which equips shields with blesses that would protect the holder. Our magicians could summon thunderbolts of thousand times. Each time they summon a bolt it could hit a maximum five hundred times. Instantly killing the enemy.

They stood in front of each other. One of my magicians whispered a saying, "Spimakriataliousshicktadobumareasun!"
Suddenly there were lightning bolts coming from the skies, in massive quantities, the enemies magicians screamed for their magical protection but it all failed. Just then, we heard arrows whizzing. It was too late, we watched in horror as our magicians covered themselves with arrows.
"FIRE THE ARROWS NOW!" I screamed.

The arrows flew past us, we delivered a lethal shot to them, it was deadly. They didnt have the time to run nor cast any spell. Both side of magicians died. That was where the magicians, the last kind of magicians died and their legacy was not continued. It has never been written down in history, nor has any of our soldiers said a word. It was the clash of the ancients.

*Note:The above story is absolutely fiction and does not involve anyone, dead or alive. The story is 100% copyrighted and should not be reproduced in any form by any means possible. Thank you and enjoy reading.

Regards, the Author

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