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I find myself oddly enjoying my writer's block?. Although it might sound negative from an author's perspective, I've grown during this period?.
It's been over two weeks since I last wrote anything for my main series
. With school starting again, my life has returned to a routine. However, surprisingly, over the past week, I have written more than 5,000 words?. While that may not seem like a lot to some, it's a significant achievement for me, especially since I've only written over 8,000+ words in the past 2.5 months across six chapters.
I've been practicing writing scenes that are non-canon or simply experimenting with my writing style?. I’m truly enjoying this phase of my life. Through this experience, I’ve realized that I didn’t start writing for fame or money?; I did it to create something I can call my own. It may not make much sense to others, but I genuinely love this process.
I hope you all are doing great. Feel free to share your stories and experiences!
Here are some scenes from this phase.-
It's all fake. These nobles think they can pretend everything is perfect, and no one will notice. Why did I even come here? That son of a bitch... Rond.
The light from the festivities failed to reach the darkness where Arkam found himself; it just couldn’t penetrate. He had chosen this spot deliberately, seeking a place where he could enjoy some solitude.
He took a sip of his fancy wine while watching Rond and Gabriel, the second strongest among their ranks.
They're chatting like old friends, but to the nobles, they are terrifying. A small chuckle escaped Arkam’s lips as he took another sip.
Suddenly, the sound of solemn footsteps disrupted his solitude: tap-tap.
He ignored it. "Hello there," a voice called out, sweet yet noble. It was a girl.
Arkam slowly lifted his head, almost too slowly. His eyes widened as he noticed a girl standing just two steps away, smiling gently. She had silver hair, pale skin, red lips, and greenish eyes.
Arkam’s eyes twitched. "Hello. I don't recall talking to a girl at this banquet."
She chuckled and sat beside him. "No, but I remember you talking to my father."
Huh? Her father? The only ones I talked to were Rond and Gabriel... is she his daughter? he thought.
"Are you...?" she interrupted him. "I am Gabriel Se Dakmen's daughter, Klea Se Dakmen."
"Hmm, okay. So, what’s a noble like you doing here?" Arkam took another sip of wine.
"Nothing much. I saw you sitting here all alone, so I came over." She looked at him intently.
"Sigh, don’t worry about me, miss. I’m like this everywhere I go in a place like this." He rubbed his temple.
"Oh, I see. Well, do you want to dance, Sir Immortal Killer?" She chuckled as she stood up straight.
"Hey, don’t call me that, and no, I’m not dancing." Arkam frowned.
"Oh, come on. It won’t hurt." She insisted.
"Sigh, no." He took another sip.
She grabbed Arkam’s arm and pulled him toward the light.
He narrowed his eyes as they stepped into the spotlight.
She dragged him onto the stage, where everyone was dancing. Rond and Gabriel's eyes widened in shock as they saw their son and daughter on stage together.
"Arkam..." Rond exclaimed, his eyes widening.
"...And Klea?" Gabriel added, equally surprised.
They exchanged amused glances and laughed.
"Hey, we have to record this," ordered the drone.
"Of course, I’m going to tease that motherfucker," Gabriel replied, looking at them.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" Arkam protested, trying to resist her pull.
"What is this? The most feared man on the continent is afraid of dancing?" Klea had a sly smile.
"What are you, ten? This kind of teasing works on children, not on me," Arkam retorted, his irritation growing.
"Hehe, no, it won’t work on you, but the thing is, we should dance as if everyone is watching. Besides, it's okay to meet new people." She began moving her legs and arms to the rhythm.
"Oh, yeah? Then okay, let’s dance." Arkam glanced at the other dancers and started to mimic their moves. They began dancing in sync, while Rond and Gabriel couldn't stop laughing at the sight of Arkam dancing.
The end.
Arkam sat alone in the silent forest, as the bird chirping echoed. A rustling disrupted the stillness of the woods, and six individuals walked toward Arkam.
All in sync, drifting toward the tree that shadowed Arkam. As they emerged from the darkness, the individuals were bathed in light by a small area where light could creep through.
Arkam, soaked in blood, his black coat tattered. He opened his eyes and saw the six men almost six meters away—
—His lips curled, and the bloodied teeth were visible as he smiled.
The light emitted by the white coats of the individuals almost overwhelmed the shadow of the tree cast on Arkam. But the faces of those men were familiar enough to make him chuckle. Taking support of the tree, he slowly tried to stand up, but the pain made him grab his side where the wound was.
"Ahh, you found me, Rond." A smile took over his face.
Rond's silence was uncanny, and Gabriel had death in his eyes. All were there not to greet.
"Arkam, I thought you could have a chance to change this dehumanizing world, but it was a false hope," Rond remarked, all six of them standing in a semicircular way, surrounding Arkam in the middle.
"Arkam, we, the soldiers of the empire and the proud immortals, are here to arrest you for killing two hundred loyal imperial police forces and destroying two cities of Seren County. Surrender or we'll use force," Gabriel announced.
Arkam's smile faded as his head lowered, curtaining his eyes with hair. Drops of blood fell from his hair.
A dead silence covered the forest again, and the rustling sound--
Birds chirping. And the whispering dread was heard again.
"Arkam, come with us, stop this madness," Rond asked, a little glimmer still in his eyes.
Arkam sighed and ran a hand through his hair, almost styling it in a slick-back.
"...No!" he stated.
The glimmer in Rond's eyes faded like mist, clutching his jaw. "I really didn't want this to happen. Arkam, stop." A gush of wind flowed through their coats like water.
Arkam's cheeks wrinkled as he smiled, "...Noo!" His sclera turned black like the dark night, and his pupils white like a moon in the abyss. Time flowed like a slow river, almost stopping everything. The wings of the bird slowed as if almost stopping. The moment they were in stayed like a painting.
"Then we have no choice now," Gabriel muttered. "Now, are you happy, Rond? The kid is not listening. We have to fight." He gazed at Rond.
"Yeah, I'm okay now. But finish this fast. I don't want him to get more injured." They all took a stance for the battle, a fight that will scar them even if they all get out of it alive.
Arkam grinned like a demon in shadows as he pulled guns from the holsters under his coat and activated the GEAR.
"Death looms over us; only you or I can get out of this," Arkam declared.
—End of the scene.
Klein stood in front of the door, at the end of a dim corridor—
The facility is basically empty; it could be a false call. This is the last door; if it isn’t rewarding… I’m finding the bastard who fooled us.
The door rusted from time, decaying its iron body. He typed the code on EMP jammers.
The damn door opened like in the past; the room beyond had many cylindrical containers, empty like the facility. There was a screen still on, like time didn’t have any effect. His steps disrupted the stillness of the room—
*thud-thud* it echoed throughout the silence.
The dim light flickered as Klein drifted through the room, closing in on the screen. A doc called ‘Subject-Alpha and Omega' projected on the screen.
Klein opened it—
His eyes widened; what the… is that me?
He saw a boy in one container, filled with the liquid substance, many tubes punctured his back—
Then many of the same containers came into view, showing the same boy who slept in them. Six containers, one of them empty.
This spun his head, like someone smashed a hammer on his head, again–again.
The dim light flickered two times, then the darkness engulfed the room. The shut light and whispered of the abyss contained him, before even he could react—
Greenish light demolished the abyss, as Klein could understand anything. A voice called him–
“Don’t be so… shocked, brother. There are many things you still don’t know.” A voice so familiar, like his own… or it was his own?
Klein turned his back, where the voice came… but it shadowed. The side of the room where the light didn’t come.
A figure emerged from the abyss, his face like Klein's—
“Yo, how have you been ‘me’?” His face was a copy and paste, but there was a scar on his head.
Klein's eyes twitched. Heart pumped. Cold sweats shoot like bullets—
But he chuckled, “Sigh, I thought I had to find every one of you, but you came right in front of me.” A grin took over his face as he pulled the guns hidden under the black coat.
“Calm down, lil brother. No need for violence, I’m here to recruit you for our mission to destroy humanity.” The doppelganger stood still–
Then vanished in thin air. He reappeared on Klein’s side. Nice try, Klein ducked and shot—
*BAng*, the sound echoed throughout the still structure, yet he dodged it.
“You are quite ambitious to take the whole of humanity alone.” Doppelganger lunged toward Klein, slicing air with a knife as Klein dodged.
Yet, destroying humanity is crazy… There are more of them, but where? Klein shot multiple bullets, yet the clone cut through them—
These people know what they are doing— but right off the bat, telling me this means he knows he’ll win, and I won’t let that happen.
Doppelganger closed the distance and sliced him—
Gracing his cheek, he avoided it and pushed back. They were in the corner. Doppelganger guarding the exit side, smirked—
“Come on, lil fella, don’t disappoint me,” he remarked, curling his finger, commanding—
“Come”
Klein’s eye twitched, clutching his jaw. Ohh, now you've done it, motherfucker…
He activated GEAR, as the sclera got dark like an abyss, and the pupil like a moon on a dark night.
“Ohhh, are those hollow eyes? He murmured, “I’ve heard bout them. But now seeing them, chilling.” His grin got wider—
—Klein vanished. The doppelganger's eyes searched for him.
Suddenly– Klein reappeared in front of him, his face shadowed. But his white pupils, clear as day.
“Ehhh, you think you can defeat m—” Klein punched him in the guts. The reality broke down like a shattered mirror, as vomited mucus. The pain felt like a whiplash, dragging him to despair.
The light flickered, “sto…ppp!!” his vision wobbled. The voice cracked. He was on his knees.
Before he could say anything, Klein pounded the doppelganger's face with the gun's butt.
*thud-thud*
Suddenly, Klein's vision blurred; he backed off a few steps. Phew, I’ve got to use them(hollow eyes) regularly or I’ll get rusty.
He gazed at the clone, “Oi, cunt tell me everything you know, or—”
—End of the scene.
They are unpolished and may contain grammar mistakes, but they serve as practice material.
It's been over two weeks since I last wrote anything for my main series
. With school starting again, my life has returned to a routine. However, surprisingly, over the past week, I have written more than 5,000 words?. While that may not seem like a lot to some, it's a significant achievement for me, especially since I've only written over 8,000+ words in the past 2.5 months across six chapters.I've been practicing writing scenes that are non-canon or simply experimenting with my writing style?. I’m truly enjoying this phase of my life. Through this experience, I’ve realized that I didn’t start writing for fame or money?; I did it to create something I can call my own. It may not make much sense to others, but I genuinely love this process.
I hope you all are doing great. Feel free to share your stories and experiences!
Here are some scenes from this phase.-
Scene writing practice- Arkam’s dance.
Arkam sat off to the side, observing everyone around him as they danced and laughed, clearly enjoying themselves.It's all fake. These nobles think they can pretend everything is perfect, and no one will notice. Why did I even come here? That son of a bitch... Rond.
The light from the festivities failed to reach the darkness where Arkam found himself; it just couldn’t penetrate. He had chosen this spot deliberately, seeking a place where he could enjoy some solitude.
He took a sip of his fancy wine while watching Rond and Gabriel, the second strongest among their ranks.
They're chatting like old friends, but to the nobles, they are terrifying. A small chuckle escaped Arkam’s lips as he took another sip.
Suddenly, the sound of solemn footsteps disrupted his solitude: tap-tap.
He ignored it. "Hello there," a voice called out, sweet yet noble. It was a girl.
Arkam slowly lifted his head, almost too slowly. His eyes widened as he noticed a girl standing just two steps away, smiling gently. She had silver hair, pale skin, red lips, and greenish eyes.
Arkam’s eyes twitched. "Hello. I don't recall talking to a girl at this banquet."
She chuckled and sat beside him. "No, but I remember you talking to my father."
Huh? Her father? The only ones I talked to were Rond and Gabriel... is she his daughter? he thought.
"Are you...?" she interrupted him. "I am Gabriel Se Dakmen's daughter, Klea Se Dakmen."
"Hmm, okay. So, what’s a noble like you doing here?" Arkam took another sip of wine.
"Nothing much. I saw you sitting here all alone, so I came over." She looked at him intently.
"Sigh, don’t worry about me, miss. I’m like this everywhere I go in a place like this." He rubbed his temple.
"Oh, I see. Well, do you want to dance, Sir Immortal Killer?" She chuckled as she stood up straight.
"Hey, don’t call me that, and no, I’m not dancing." Arkam frowned.
"Oh, come on. It won’t hurt." She insisted.
"Sigh, no." He took another sip.
She grabbed Arkam’s arm and pulled him toward the light.
He narrowed his eyes as they stepped into the spotlight.
She dragged him onto the stage, where everyone was dancing. Rond and Gabriel's eyes widened in shock as they saw their son and daughter on stage together.
"Arkam..." Rond exclaimed, his eyes widening.
"...And Klea?" Gabriel added, equally surprised.
They exchanged amused glances and laughed.
"Hey, we have to record this," ordered the drone.
"Of course, I’m going to tease that motherfucker," Gabriel replied, looking at them.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" Arkam protested, trying to resist her pull.
"What is this? The most feared man on the continent is afraid of dancing?" Klea had a sly smile.
"What are you, ten? This kind of teasing works on children, not on me," Arkam retorted, his irritation growing.
"Hehe, no, it won’t work on you, but the thing is, we should dance as if everyone is watching. Besides, it's okay to meet new people." She began moving her legs and arms to the rhythm.
"Oh, yeah? Then okay, let’s dance." Arkam glanced at the other dancers and started to mimic their moves. They began dancing in sync, while Rond and Gabriel couldn't stop laughing at the sight of Arkam dancing.
The end.
Scene writing No.9- 'The final fight. '
________________Arkam sat alone in the silent forest, as the bird chirping echoed. A rustling disrupted the stillness of the woods, and six individuals walked toward Arkam.
All in sync, drifting toward the tree that shadowed Arkam. As they emerged from the darkness, the individuals were bathed in light by a small area where light could creep through.
Arkam, soaked in blood, his black coat tattered. He opened his eyes and saw the six men almost six meters away—
—His lips curled, and the bloodied teeth were visible as he smiled.
The light emitted by the white coats of the individuals almost overwhelmed the shadow of the tree cast on Arkam. But the faces of those men were familiar enough to make him chuckle. Taking support of the tree, he slowly tried to stand up, but the pain made him grab his side where the wound was.
"Ahh, you found me, Rond." A smile took over his face.
Rond's silence was uncanny, and Gabriel had death in his eyes. All were there not to greet.
"Arkam, I thought you could have a chance to change this dehumanizing world, but it was a false hope," Rond remarked, all six of them standing in a semicircular way, surrounding Arkam in the middle.
"Arkam, we, the soldiers of the empire and the proud immortals, are here to arrest you for killing two hundred loyal imperial police forces and destroying two cities of Seren County. Surrender or we'll use force," Gabriel announced.
Arkam's smile faded as his head lowered, curtaining his eyes with hair. Drops of blood fell from his hair.
A dead silence covered the forest again, and the rustling sound--
Birds chirping. And the whispering dread was heard again.
"Arkam, come with us, stop this madness," Rond asked, a little glimmer still in his eyes.
Arkam sighed and ran a hand through his hair, almost styling it in a slick-back.
"...No!" he stated.
The glimmer in Rond's eyes faded like mist, clutching his jaw. "I really didn't want this to happen. Arkam, stop." A gush of wind flowed through their coats like water.
Arkam's cheeks wrinkled as he smiled, "...Noo!" His sclera turned black like the dark night, and his pupils white like a moon in the abyss. Time flowed like a slow river, almost stopping everything. The wings of the bird slowed as if almost stopping. The moment they were in stayed like a painting.
"Then we have no choice now," Gabriel muttered. "Now, are you happy, Rond? The kid is not listening. We have to fight." He gazed at Rond.
"Yeah, I'm okay now. But finish this fast. I don't want him to get more injured." They all took a stance for the battle, a fight that will scar them even if they all get out of it alive.
Arkam grinned like a demon in shadows as he pulled guns from the holsters under his coat and activated the GEAR.
"Death looms over us; only you or I can get out of this," Arkam declared.
—End of the scene.
Scene writing practice- Last stand.
Klein stood in front of the door, at the end of a dim corridor—
The facility is basically empty; it could be a false call. This is the last door; if it isn’t rewarding… I’m finding the bastard who fooled us.
The door rusted from time, decaying its iron body. He typed the code on EMP jammers.
The damn door opened like in the past; the room beyond had many cylindrical containers, empty like the facility. There was a screen still on, like time didn’t have any effect. His steps disrupted the stillness of the room—
*thud-thud* it echoed throughout the silence.
The dim light flickered as Klein drifted through the room, closing in on the screen. A doc called ‘Subject-Alpha and Omega' projected on the screen.
Klein opened it—
His eyes widened; what the… is that me?
He saw a boy in one container, filled with the liquid substance, many tubes punctured his back—
Then many of the same containers came into view, showing the same boy who slept in them. Six containers, one of them empty.
This spun his head, like someone smashed a hammer on his head, again–again.
The dim light flickered two times, then the darkness engulfed the room. The shut light and whispered of the abyss contained him, before even he could react—
Greenish light demolished the abyss, as Klein could understand anything. A voice called him–
“Don’t be so… shocked, brother. There are many things you still don’t know.” A voice so familiar, like his own… or it was his own?
Klein turned his back, where the voice came… but it shadowed. The side of the room where the light didn’t come.
A figure emerged from the abyss, his face like Klein's—
“Yo, how have you been ‘me’?” His face was a copy and paste, but there was a scar on his head.
Klein's eyes twitched. Heart pumped. Cold sweats shoot like bullets—
But he chuckled, “Sigh, I thought I had to find every one of you, but you came right in front of me.” A grin took over his face as he pulled the guns hidden under the black coat.
“Calm down, lil brother. No need for violence, I’m here to recruit you for our mission to destroy humanity.” The doppelganger stood still–
Then vanished in thin air. He reappeared on Klein’s side. Nice try, Klein ducked and shot—
*BAng*, the sound echoed throughout the still structure, yet he dodged it.
“You are quite ambitious to take the whole of humanity alone.” Doppelganger lunged toward Klein, slicing air with a knife as Klein dodged.
Yet, destroying humanity is crazy… There are more of them, but where? Klein shot multiple bullets, yet the clone cut through them—
These people know what they are doing— but right off the bat, telling me this means he knows he’ll win, and I won’t let that happen.
Doppelganger closed the distance and sliced him—
Gracing his cheek, he avoided it and pushed back. They were in the corner. Doppelganger guarding the exit side, smirked—
“Come on, lil fella, don’t disappoint me,” he remarked, curling his finger, commanding—
“Come”
Klein’s eye twitched, clutching his jaw. Ohh, now you've done it, motherfucker…
He activated GEAR, as the sclera got dark like an abyss, and the pupil like a moon on a dark night.
“Ohhh, are those hollow eyes? He murmured, “I’ve heard bout them. But now seeing them, chilling.” His grin got wider—
—Klein vanished. The doppelganger's eyes searched for him.
Suddenly– Klein reappeared in front of him, his face shadowed. But his white pupils, clear as day.
“Ehhh, you think you can defeat m—” Klein punched him in the guts. The reality broke down like a shattered mirror, as vomited mucus. The pain felt like a whiplash, dragging him to despair.
The light flickered, “sto…ppp!!” his vision wobbled. The voice cracked. He was on his knees.
Before he could say anything, Klein pounded the doppelganger's face with the gun's butt.
*thud-thud*
Suddenly, Klein's vision blurred; he backed off a few steps. Phew, I’ve got to use them(hollow eyes) regularly or I’ll get rusty.
He gazed at the clone, “Oi, cunt tell me everything you know, or—”
—End of the scene.
They are unpolished and may contain grammar mistakes, but they serve as practice material
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