Sample Text I submitted for a short story competition. 20:47 Oct 20 2010
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Governor Lajos Meruzhan, his face glistening with sweat, settled his bulk into the ornate golden throne set into the black marble floor at the centre of his chambers. Once seated the Governor wiped a black silk handkerchief across his brow and dabbed the sweat from his jowls. Holding the black silk over his face the Governor suddenly became aware that he was not alone in his chambers. The remaining sweat on his brow turned to ice as he heard movement from the far corner of the room.
“Who’s there?” he said, lowering the silk handkerchief, “ Show yourself immediately or by the Emperor I’ll have you flogged and executed”
“The emperor?” sneered the figure from the shadows, “we both know you are not the imperial Lapdog you appear to be Governor Meruzhan.”
“How dare you” the Governor spluttered, his face reddening as he fumbled with the ceremonial pistol at his side.
“You can forgo the righteous indignation Meruzhan.”
The figure of Sergeant Strohm stepped from the shadows, what was left of his face stretched into a superior leer.
“You!” choked the Governor, forgetting his attempts to draw the pistol.
“How could you get here, no ships have entered the system in weeks.”
"Oh it wasn't hard for me to get here, In fact getting here was easy. ” said Strohms corpse, stepping closer to the Governor.
“Getting me here was as easy for the denizens of the warp as it would be for them to pluck every single nerve from your overly fleshy shell” Said Strohm, his hand reaching for the Governors rigid form.
The Governors eyes widened as Strohms pale fingers reached for him.
“As easy as it would be for me to pluck a single hair from your head." Said Strohm, his voice a dry whisper as he took hold of a single hair from the Governors head.
With a deft movement a single hair was plucked from the Governors head.
The Governor gasped, agony wracking his entire body, the pain centred around the single tiny hair follicle and radiated outwards over his entire body.
“Please,” gurgled Meruzhan, slipping from his throne, his pudgy fingers scrabbling at his face. Meruzhan wretched as he tried to speak again, his eyes begging Strohm to end his suffering.
Strohm held the single hair between his fingers, his dead eyes watching the Governor writhing on the polished marble floor.
“There is something I wish to locate among the Ork hordes.” Said Strohm, letting the hair fall from his fingertips.
“Governor Meruzhan, my loyalists brethren must not be allowed to get their hands on it. They must not even suspect it is here. For that to happen you must quash this Ork Horde before it grows large enough to attract the attention of the Emperors play things. You have three months before the Horde grows large enough to warrant the attentions of a Company of Space Wolves due to pass through your neighbouring system.”
Strohm looked down at the Governors trembling form.
“Do not fail me Governor, and remember that was just a single hair, if you fail me in this you will have an eternity to discover the depths of suffering I can inflict upon you.”
Strohms figure turned and walked from the chamber as the Governor rose shakily to his feet and settled back into his throne, his usually ruddy cheeks now the colour of the dead man he had just been talking to.
COMMENTS
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PAGAN
20:53 Oct 20 2010
...would be great to read the whole thing...best of wishes for the comp
Bones
21:12 Nov 06 2010
Well it's about time you got back to writing again! ;)