Post by Renewed Gemini on Aug 16, 2008 17:59:31 GMT -5
Welp...everyone else is putting their writing in...so I thought I might as well go along with peer presure and release a future best seller in the works (not really but let's give it a shot.) I'm warning you it may not be that good and I realize the prologue is short. The only point of the prologue is to set the mood and it wasn't big enough to be an actual chapter.
So a description of what I'm gonna be putting here. I'm not a poet...so there will be no poetry. I'm a guy that has ideas running through my head all the time but whenever I start writing...well...they never turn out the way I want them to and I give up. Well this time I think I have it. It's a novel (hopefully) and it's called Patriots.
The basic plotline is that it is set in a futuristic era (not flying cars futuristic). The middle east has been wiped out by a giant nuclear bomb called the Patriot. It was launched by America (obviously) in a desperate attempt to settle an uprising that Iran had been causing throughout the middle east against the world. Now America is being treated like (pardon my language) shit. The world no longer regards America as a superpower because of the launch. Everyone is now on the edge of their seats to press the big red button (and it's not the Staples easy button). And that sets us up.
So a description of what I'm gonna be putting here. I'm not a poet...so there will be no poetry. I'm a guy that has ideas running through my head all the time but whenever I start writing...well...they never turn out the way I want them to and I give up. Well this time I think I have it. It's a novel (hopefully) and it's called Patriots.
The basic plotline is that it is set in a futuristic era (not flying cars futuristic). The middle east has been wiped out by a giant nuclear bomb called the Patriot. It was launched by America (obviously) in a desperate attempt to settle an uprising that Iran had been causing throughout the middle east against the world. Now America is being treated like (pardon my language) shit. The world no longer regards America as a superpower because of the launch. Everyone is now on the edge of their seats to press the big red button (and it's not the Staples easy button). And that sets us up.
Prologue
June 18th
Paris, France
2:53 PM
9:53 AM EST
The sun shine lit up Paris on a beautiful summer day. Laughter filled the air as children ran around playing tag and hide-and-go-seek with each other. Parents laughed at their adorable children, bragging to their friends about how great each child was. Paris was quite crowded today. Shops were filled to capacity, the streets were crowded, and the lawn in front of the Eiffel Tower was covered with families picnicking. The perfect day.
However, about one and a half miles a way, a group of people worked busily on the rooftop of the Le Paradis hotel. This group of about 15 people bustled around the rooftop. People shouting back and forth to each other as computers beeped and keyboards clicked away. It was as if it was a mad day at the office.
“Scott, I need to talk to you,” a man said. This man’s name was Jonathan, a very clean cut man with his black hair parted to each side. He wore a pair of sunglasses that gleamed in the afternoon sun. Anyone seeing him would guess that this man was a respectable young man with every good intention in the world, but if you knew him well, you’d find that Jonathan is a sly, sneaky man. He wears sunglasses to cover his eyes, which reveal his scheming, conniving personality. Jonathan also has a very condescending tone towards anyone that isn’t his superiors, and even then he is always thinking a condescending thought.
“What is it Jonny Boy?!” Scott exclaimed as he approached. That was always Scott’s nickname for Jonathan. He knew it bothered him, so Scott made it a habit. Scott was almost the polar opposite of Jonathan. He had long, black, messy hair that went to his shoulder. He wore no glasses, and had a really friendly appearance about him. He wore a black cap with a picture of a wolf on it. Scott also wore a black suit, but his was more loose and less uptight. There was a small coffee stain on the pocket from earlier. Besides that, he had a bunch of pens and flash drives in his suit pocket.
“Is everything all set?” Jonathan ignored the usual nickname that he had acquired, “Mr. Steinberg says that if we do not commence by 3:00 he will be very upset,” Jonathan stated. His finger was in Scott’s face, almost poking him in the eye. Scott stared at the finger for a second and then swatted it out of his face with a small sneer. He reached towards his pocket and held a flash drive for Jonathan.
“We’re all set, Mr. Perky,” Scott mocked. Jonathan snatched the flash drive out of Scott’s hand and walked over to a laptop that had an antenna on it. He plugged it in and opened up “My Computer” and clicked on the file name “Foreign Object”. The file opened up and began processing the information. Jonathan turned around to address the crowd.
“Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?” Jonathan yelled above all the yelling. Everyone was immediately silent. No one felt like crossing Jonathan.. “All of our training has led us to this day. But here is where I ask you, are you all ready? Are you ready for the war that is about to begin? The battle for domination will be a long one. It will be a hard one, but in the end we will be heroes!” Another window popped up on the computer. Jonathan turned around and checked it.
Username: Patriots
Password:
Jonathan checked the time. It was 2:58. He put in the password: AlphaOmega. Then he spun back around and nodded at another man standing next to the edge of the building. He began raising a large American flag. Then everyone put their hand over their heart and began the Pledge of Allegiance.
I Pledge Allegiance
To the Flag
Of the United States of America
And to the Republic
For Which it Stands
One Nation
Under God
Indivisible
With Liberty and Justice for all.
Jonathan checked the time. 2:59...3:00. He reached behind him and pressed the enter button. For a small moment it seemed like the world had stopped. Everyone on the rooftop turned away from Jonathan and held their breath. Their lives rested on this. Their lives as citizens. It was the only way. All of the sudden, there was a large explosion in the distance. Then, from their view, the Eiffel Tower began to fall. The sound of grinding metal echoed all the way to their rooftop. It fell into a small plaza next to it and crushed the small shops and restaurants. Then there was a second explosion. Underground explosives that were beneath the field in the sewers had been triggered. Screams replaced the laughter as thousands of people just lost their lives. Sirens could be heard in the distance. Inside the building, people could be heard yelling many different languages.
The explosions reflected into Jonathan’s glasses as he watched it take place. He pushed the rim of the glasses up with his finger and turned back around. “It is time to pack up,” he said, “do it quickly. We must leave now.” Jonathan smiled at the success. “Hail America!” he yelled with a salute. The rest of the team repeated after him and began packing up.
Jonathan walked to a small corner of the roof and opened up his cell phone. He pressed a number on speed dial and put it to his ear. The man waited a few seconds and then spoke. “Hello…Yes it has been finished…Packing up now…We will begin the video feed as soon as we arrive back in America…Yes, Mr. Steinberg…Yes, sir…Hail America!” He closed the cell phone and walked away to help pack up with everyone else. Jonathan sent one last look at the destruction.
Paris, France
2:53 PM
9:53 AM EST
The sun shine lit up Paris on a beautiful summer day. Laughter filled the air as children ran around playing tag and hide-and-go-seek with each other. Parents laughed at their adorable children, bragging to their friends about how great each child was. Paris was quite crowded today. Shops were filled to capacity, the streets were crowded, and the lawn in front of the Eiffel Tower was covered with families picnicking. The perfect day.
However, about one and a half miles a way, a group of people worked busily on the rooftop of the Le Paradis hotel. This group of about 15 people bustled around the rooftop. People shouting back and forth to each other as computers beeped and keyboards clicked away. It was as if it was a mad day at the office.
“Scott, I need to talk to you,” a man said. This man’s name was Jonathan, a very clean cut man with his black hair parted to each side. He wore a pair of sunglasses that gleamed in the afternoon sun. Anyone seeing him would guess that this man was a respectable young man with every good intention in the world, but if you knew him well, you’d find that Jonathan is a sly, sneaky man. He wears sunglasses to cover his eyes, which reveal his scheming, conniving personality. Jonathan also has a very condescending tone towards anyone that isn’t his superiors, and even then he is always thinking a condescending thought.
“What is it Jonny Boy?!” Scott exclaimed as he approached. That was always Scott’s nickname for Jonathan. He knew it bothered him, so Scott made it a habit. Scott was almost the polar opposite of Jonathan. He had long, black, messy hair that went to his shoulder. He wore no glasses, and had a really friendly appearance about him. He wore a black cap with a picture of a wolf on it. Scott also wore a black suit, but his was more loose and less uptight. There was a small coffee stain on the pocket from earlier. Besides that, he had a bunch of pens and flash drives in his suit pocket.
“Is everything all set?” Jonathan ignored the usual nickname that he had acquired, “Mr. Steinberg says that if we do not commence by 3:00 he will be very upset,” Jonathan stated. His finger was in Scott’s face, almost poking him in the eye. Scott stared at the finger for a second and then swatted it out of his face with a small sneer. He reached towards his pocket and held a flash drive for Jonathan.
“We’re all set, Mr. Perky,” Scott mocked. Jonathan snatched the flash drive out of Scott’s hand and walked over to a laptop that had an antenna on it. He plugged it in and opened up “My Computer” and clicked on the file name “Foreign Object”. The file opened up and began processing the information. Jonathan turned around to address the crowd.
“Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?” Jonathan yelled above all the yelling. Everyone was immediately silent. No one felt like crossing Jonathan.. “All of our training has led us to this day. But here is where I ask you, are you all ready? Are you ready for the war that is about to begin? The battle for domination will be a long one. It will be a hard one, but in the end we will be heroes!” Another window popped up on the computer. Jonathan turned around and checked it.
Username: Patriots
Password:
Jonathan checked the time. It was 2:58. He put in the password: AlphaOmega. Then he spun back around and nodded at another man standing next to the edge of the building. He began raising a large American flag. Then everyone put their hand over their heart and began the Pledge of Allegiance.
I Pledge Allegiance
To the Flag
Of the United States of America
And to the Republic
For Which it Stands
One Nation
Under God
Indivisible
With Liberty and Justice for all.
Jonathan checked the time. 2:59...3:00. He reached behind him and pressed the enter button. For a small moment it seemed like the world had stopped. Everyone on the rooftop turned away from Jonathan and held their breath. Their lives rested on this. Their lives as citizens. It was the only way. All of the sudden, there was a large explosion in the distance. Then, from their view, the Eiffel Tower began to fall. The sound of grinding metal echoed all the way to their rooftop. It fell into a small plaza next to it and crushed the small shops and restaurants. Then there was a second explosion. Underground explosives that were beneath the field in the sewers had been triggered. Screams replaced the laughter as thousands of people just lost their lives. Sirens could be heard in the distance. Inside the building, people could be heard yelling many different languages.
The explosions reflected into Jonathan’s glasses as he watched it take place. He pushed the rim of the glasses up with his finger and turned back around. “It is time to pack up,” he said, “do it quickly. We must leave now.” Jonathan smiled at the success. “Hail America!” he yelled with a salute. The rest of the team repeated after him and began packing up.
Jonathan walked to a small corner of the roof and opened up his cell phone. He pressed a number on speed dial and put it to his ear. The man waited a few seconds and then spoke. “Hello…Yes it has been finished…Packing up now…We will begin the video feed as soon as we arrive back in America…Yes, Mr. Steinberg…Yes, sir…Hail America!” He closed the cell phone and walked away to help pack up with everyone else. Jonathan sent one last look at the destruction.
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao