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Hammer Dukes, and Dukedom; Thor!!!! by Nobody: 10:05am On Dec 06, 2015 |
Before time had numbers, they lived. High in their palace, in the not-to-distant realm. But Ragnorok stops for neither the good, the evil, nor the undecided. There was a choice to be made. And the Allfather made it. As the palaces collapsed, he rode out. Far from the destruction. There was one last option, to fix it. To make it right. And even that was a slim chance. But it was the only way. The last chance. Four stragglers. None fond of the other three. With varying levels of distaste. Thunder, love, spring and lies. If that was the legacy of Asgard – it would half to do. And so the four final gods looked around. Each with a touch of emotion. Anger, regret, remorse and fear. But they didn't think of this for long. After that, a light flashed. And after the light faded, there was nothing left to look at.. Two ravens. Four youths. Five quests. One chance. When four teens discover they are the reincarnations of four Norse gods they aren't ready. They aren't prepared to risk life and limb at every turn. They aren't fearless - every new danger hits them hard. They certainly aren't godly. But it will have to do. The Norns have spoken. They don't have a choice. This is based on Norse Mythology. The main characters are the reincarnations of the gods Thor, Balder and Loki and the goddess Freya. Thank you for reading, and if you have any comments the fastest way to contact me is that little box beneath the story. (Hint hint.) If you do decide to follow this, I guarantee you won't regret it. This is mostly exposition, and the rest of the chapters are a lot more interesting. Reviews will be returned. |
Re: Hammer Dukes, and Dukedom; Thor!!!! by Nobody: 10:12am On Dec 06, 2015 |
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Re: Hammer Dukes, and Dukedom; Thor!!!! by Nobody: 10:16am On Dec 06, 2015 |
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Re: Hammer Dukes, and Dukedom; Thor!!!! by Nobody: 10:19am On Dec 06, 2015 |
To say that it was hot outside would be an understatement. The mercury on the hypothetical thermometer, for at this point everyone used their phones, was creeping higher and higher. It was one of those days where Theo was convinced that at one point it would become too hot and everything would cease to exist. No such luck, however. Theo was up to his knees in dirt. It was decidedly not how he planned to spend his Saturday. The flowers that he was supposed to be plant were withering in the heat as he attempted to dig holes for them. Much to his annoyance, Theo knew that it wouldn't matter to Ms. Kimberly whether or not the flowers were alive or dead when he planted them. Running a hand over his blond hair, he left a trail of dirt across his forehead like war paint. Yes, he was a warrior. Bravely fighting against – flowers. And sadly enough he felt like he was losing. He didn't know all of the flowers names, heck, he couldn't even tell them apart except for the plastic tags on them, but he was pretty sure none of them were native to Georgia. "Theo!" a voice startled him from his thoughts. He looked up to see a mess of curls that was his younger brother. Here to gloat, no doubt. "I'm working," he grunted, and roughly pulled one of those pink flowers and inserted it in the ground. In doing so, a pile of mulch unlatched itself from the flower roots and dropped onto his new shoes. Brilliant. "I know, but Mom says that you need to come in for lunch," said the ten year old. Theo nodded, trying (and failing) to not look happy. Shaking the dirt that clung to his legs, he climbed out of the flower bed and crossed his neighbor's yard to his own. With one last turn he made an 'I'm watching you' gesture to the flowers. He gripped to doorknob, surprised at the heat. Honestly, it shouldn't be this hot in the middle of October. His brother, Jack smacked his gum and crossed in front of the teenager and into the house. Theo rolled his eyes and followed. His mom was in the kitchen, sitting at the table with some decorating magazine open in front of her. Theo glanced over her shoulder. Seriously, Christmas already? Ignoring the topic, he noted that there were already a few pages flipped down. "Hey," he said, sliding into the table. His mother looked up and sighed, chiding him. "You're tracking dirt all through the house." "Sorry," he said, not really very sorry. "There are sandwiches in the fridge, help yourself." He nodded and got up off the chair, flipping open the refrigerator door. He absently grabbed food and stuffed it in his mouth without processing as teenage boys tend to do. The cold air from the fridge beat onto his limbs and Theo swore he could've stood there all day. No such luck. He heard a crash from outside and glanced at his brother on instinct. After his brother's notorious bicycle crashes, he preferred not to leave much things to chance. However, all four foot eleven inches of gum-smacking horror seemed untouched. Except confused. The boys then glanced at their mother, who had stood up and looked out the front window. "I'll check it out," Theo said. His mother nodded and his brother returned to whatever it was ten year olds did nowadays. As the man of the house, most of these chores fell to Theo anyways. These chores and spiders. Stuffing the remaining crust of his sandwich into his mouth, Theo reluctantly closed the refrigerator door and opened the front one, heading into the sun. He didn't know what sort of thing made that kind of sound, and glanced along the abandoned circle-drive. At one point, they had moved into a circle-drive with six neighbors, but it seemed that recently they had all moved away. Except for the Kimberlys. They never seemed to leave, and always wanted Theo to do their gardening. Then he noticed something, odd. A raven. Like, from the Edgar Allen Poe poem. It had massive black wings and golden eyes that started at him. He half expected it to say 'nevermore!' and chase him. That thought made him mentally freak out a little bit, then curse his gothic literature unit in English. The bird looked at him in a strangely human-type of glare. "Hello," he said, then shook himself. Why was he talking to a bird? Why was there a raven in his town? Did something die that it wanted to eat? Oh wait, that was vultures. The bird spread its wings wide and glanced at him again. He heard footsteps behind him. Theo whirled around, only to see his little brother. Yeesh, he was getting to be paranoid. Later, he would regret turning his back on the bird, but at the moment it seemed perfectly natural. "Theo, why is there a raven on Mom's car?" Theo rolled his eyes. Because obviously he knew what the bird was thinking. Bird psychology was totally a thing. "I don't know," he shrugged. Then he heard the screech. Spinning around, Theo felt a pair of claws dig into his skin. It hurt, and he shook trying to get the bird off his chest. "I'm getting Mom!" came the terrified voice from behind him. Thanks Jack, Theo inwardly groaned, very helpful. A pair of yellow eyes glared back at him. Theo closed his eyes, but those eyes remained on him, not at all unlike another Edgar Allen Poe poem now that he thought about it. He felt the claws loosed and he let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding in. The bird pulled each claw simultaneously from his chest leaving a set of punctures into his skin. Theo stumbled back, breathing heavily. The bird rose, and examined him. Staring it down, the teenager backed up into the front of his house. The bird flew off. Jack ran up and noticed him. His mother was behind him. "Theo! Are you alright? I called animal services," she paused for a breath, her voice full of concern. "I'm fine," he said. Except for the claw marks, he mentally noted and looked down at his chest. There were holes in his shirt. But there were no marks in his skin. No blood. As if they had healed within the past few seconds. And then he felt his energy zapping out of him. Sinking back against the wall, Theo Jacobs closed his eyes. Unfortunately, this was no chance encounter. …. By that Friday, Theo had convinced himself that the raven was a strange, one-time thing that would never affect his life again. At least that what he convinced himself that he had convinced himself of. Animal services had spent quite a while at his house, and they had not ended up finding any raven. It was just a bird, he told himself, even if is still out there. And it was with this though that he entered practice that afternoon. It was one of the few Fridays when he didn't round off the week with a football game, and he was grateful to be able to go home. Theo enjoyed practices, most of the time. It had taken a few years of bugging him to join the team, but Theo was currently running back of his high school's football team. He was in the locker room, chatting with a few teammates. They were all dressed, but not quite ready to leave the air-conditioning yet. He had claimed the bench, and was sitting on it propped up against his backpack. The zipper was sticking out into his back, but he didn't mind. "Theo!" a voice called through the door. He glanced in the direction and noticed a very alarmed girl standing there. Her name was Monica. She was one of the sports medicine kids that hung out at football games and generally looked like they hated being there. He stood up, and shot a glare as Blake slid into his spot once he moved. "Coming!" he called, not blaming her for avoiding the locker room. Especially after a week of practices. When he got outside, he noticed a group of people standing there, each with confused and concerned expressions. He frowned. Something was wrong. Very wrong. It was Friday, people should be a home lounging and such. "What is it?" he asked. "You left your binder in PreCal," Monica told him. Theo frowned, vaguely remembering the existence of such a subject. Nodding he cocked his head. Why was there a crowd then? "Yeah," he said, hoping she would just hand it to him. "Do you have it?" "I did," she said, nervously. Theo was a good guy, but he was also rounding off at six feet tall and it made people uncomfortable sometimes. He smiled trying to look like it was cool. He didn't want to spook her. "And now?" he asked finally. All she did was point. He followed her finger to the right and up. Then he squinted and blinked. Perched on the flagpole was his binder, in the claws of a raven. Not just any raven. The exact same one that had attacked him earlier. "Oh my God," he muttered. He glanced at the crowd, wondering what he was supposed to be doing in this situation. He walked in that general direction his gaze inclining with every step so he could keep staring at the bird. By the time he reached the base of the pedestal, Theo was no clearer on what was standard protocol then he was when he first started heading in that general direction. He held up a hand to keep the sun from getting into his eyes. "Theodore?" a voice said from behind him. That was coach, AKA the only person alive to call him Theodore. Despite the rather obvious fact that it was not his name, Coach Jennings had always assumed Theo was short for Theodore and called him thus. The junior turned to his coach and tried to find something to say, beyond the standard 'there is a raven which stole my stuff'. "Yes?" he asked. He supposed acting oblivious to the situation was more intelligent looking then making the wide gestures to direct everyone's gaze to the top of the flagpole. His coach glanced to the top and back down to Theo. It seemed word had spread fast in their school and the stragglers who hadn't rushed home had formed a circle. "Caw!" the raven called, causing Theo to jump about a foot in the air, as he turned back to face it. The bird was haughtily preening itself as if the crowd was just one of those things. "Hey!" Theo shouted up to it lamely. The bird looked at him, its eyes searching his for some sort of recognition. It was more than a little creepy, and Theo decided to leave. "Whatever," he said, loud enough to address the crowd and hurried back to the locker room before anyone could ask him any questions. "What was that all about, dude?" Black asked, as he leaned onto Theo's backpack. "I dunno," Theo shrugged, "Meds will be meds," he said referring to the nickname he and his team had given the sports medicine students. As far as he knew they didn't mind the nickname, at least he hoped not. "That one is kinda hot," remarked Matt, another football player. "You have a girlfriend." The senior laughed and shrugged it off. Theo wondered how they could be so oblivious, but was happy for it. Being stalked by ravens was not on the list of things he had to do. He had more important things to focus on, like the game tonight. Glancing at the clock hanging over the doorway, Theo beckoned to his colleagues. "Com'on. I don't want to be running laps." ….. Unfortunately, other plans had been made. Opening the door, Theo glanced out and came face to face with the subject of the Edgar Allen Poe poem itself. Letting out a string of words he wouldn't want his mother to hear him say, the blonde athlete stumbled back a couple of steps. Seriously, why him. You have been chosen. "What?" he said, all the fear turning to confusion. You have been chosen. Theo sighed. "Yeah, I heard you the first time – wait! What?" He was talking to a raven. He had followed all the rules laid out in middle school health class, but there was still a talking raven in front of him. The teenager closed his eyes, then forced the open again. There was still a raven sitting there. Of course there was. "You are not real," he told the bird, in a last ditch attempt to be sane. The bird cocked its feathered head at him. Humorous words coming from a legend. Theo did not have the time to be crazy. He really didn't. He had a million other things to do. Like homework. He could start actually doing his homework. That was possible, improbable, but possible. Not like a talking stalker raven. Crossing his arms over his chest with determination, Theo glowered at the raven, hoping that staring at it long enough would remove it from existence. He didn't expect it to work. The raven vanished into thin air. Eyes growing wide, Theo took a step back, and flailed his arms into the space the bird had inhabited moments before. Nothing. Some of his teammates shot him strange looks. "Erm, Theo?" Matt said. "You okay?" "Yeah, yep. Yes," he said a little too quickly for his own liking. "Okay, 'cause you've been staring at that wall for a while now." Frowning, Theo turned to the older boy. "You saw nothing?" "Man, I see a wall." Theo drew his fingers out between his temples. It was official. He was going insane. |
Re: Hammer Dukes, and Dukedom; Thor!!!! by MerryMe1(f): 5:03pm On Dec 06, 2015 |
UPDATE: OPENING DATE: 1ST DECEMBER 2015. DEADLINE: 5th FEBRUARY 2016 ABOUT NAWOT: The Nelson Adeyeye Writers Of Today(NAWOT) is an online competition that is organized by Sandra Adeyeye C.E.O of Eminent Creators in honor of her late father Mr. Nelson Adeyeye as a way to encourage the writing and reading culture of the Nigerian youth. This competition promises to be an exciting and uplifting showcase of well-laid out Prose that promotes creativity at it's peak. AWARDS: There shall be a selection of the best twenty stories by our judges. These shall make up our anthology other prizes to be won include but are not restricted to: Best writer Romance Category - 15,000 Best writer Science Fiction and Fantasy Category - 15,000 Best writer Mystery and Horror Category - 15,000 Best writer Action and Thriller Category - 15,000 Other consolation prizes, a copy of the anthology and other books shall follow. RULES AND REGULATION: In order to be eligible, participants are to note the following guidelines as regards submission of entries. 1) Participant must be a Nigerian youth between the ages of 16 - 30 years. 2) Participant must send a mail containing a black and white passport photograph, age, sex, phone numbers, email and facebook i.d in a separate mail from the mail bearing his entry. 3) Entry to be submitted must be Prose, original work of participant and must be an unpublished work, not submitted for any publication during the period of this competition. NOTE: entry should not bear author's name on it. Just the title and the word count. 4) Entry must be between a 1,500 (minimum) - 2,500 (maximum) word count. Entries must be complete, concise and bear a comprehensive plot, i.e a beginning, middle and an end (no season). Entry font should be Arial size 12 and double spaced. NOTE: subject of mail should signify what category the author is entering his story. No entries in PDF format will be accepted. 5) Participants can compete in four categories during this competition. I.e every writer is entitled to four entries per competition. Science fiction/fantasy category, mystery/horror category, action/thriller category and romance category. NOTE: each entry attracts a fee of #1,000. 6) Every entry must have an attachment of the scanned bank draft which has the title of the submission boldly written on it. Account name: Eminent Creators Account number: 0201029142 Bank: Gtbank. 7) Every entry must be in English language, with minimal usage of vernacular; and if unavoidably used, must be explained as a footnote for better understanding. ![]() MODE OF SELECTION: Participants will have excerpts from their stories displayed on our blog and Facebook page for voting by our public audience within a span of two weeks. Excerpts with the highest votes/comments within that period shall scale through to the next stage of selection. Final announcement of the winners shall be left to the jurisdiction of the competition's in-house judges whose decisions shall be Binding and Final. Finally: Writers retain the rights to the stories they submit for the NAWOT competition. The twenty winning stories are published as an anthology and open for purchase after the launching. After that, the winning authors are free to publish anywhere, as long as due credit is given to the NAWOT competition and/or Eminent Creators. Eminent Creators staff and NAWOT team members are not eligible to participate in the competition. Good luck. Signed: Hillary Zita Successa For the competition department. |
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