Yep its been that long since I even tried to write a story, and perhaps with a bit of critiquing here we can make it 22 more.......just kidding.
Ive had this scene in my mind for a few days now, and to be honest it was starting to annoy me, that plus an idea for a sci-fi story thats probably way beyond my tiny little reach right now. Hey but no one ever mistook me for being smart so Ill give it a try anyway.
I started to write a brief outline but even that is going to take some time since I have mental constipation at the moment. Any way here gos what I have so far, oh and by the way , yes I am a terrible speller and will have to use some sort of spell check software, dont mean to grate on anyones nerves.
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Time.
It seems like some sick joke played on anybody affected by it. When life is good and all in the world seems right,it passes like the wind,but when things go sour and cruel it just grinds to a halt.
In the stone and steel womb of Koth Prime ,time stood still as a statute. Here rockcrete cells peeking out onto dimly lit halls through cold iron bars were always a reminder. A reminder that no one gets out of this womb walking upright. When the stone whore spat out her children,they came out stiff and cold.
Grey skys trickled little light into Mu'Hadib's cell, winter was slowly creeping its way back into the world but that mattered little here, where every day was damp,cold and stale.
Five years has passed since his arrival to Koth, two years prior Mu'Hadib was held on the main continent of Antronicus. The powers that be decided to ship him off to their main prison facility of Koth until they decided whether or not his life was worth the air he inhaled.
Five years here,thinner than he could ever remember being, with hair and beard long and unruly, with no one to talk to except the roaches or the occasional rat that decided to pay a visit via the comode in the far corner of his cell.
His keepers were all still scared of him after all this time, not of any physical strength or prowess he might have left, but of what he could do with mere words.
Mu'Hadib was Arkenite, a shadow talker, a will bender and a host of other titles.Given enough time with his keepers he could have them escorting him out of confinement with food in his belly and money in his pocket. No chances were taken with this one, a lone prisoner, tucked away in a lone cell, far from general population.
Aliens exist. Look in the mirror!(I saw two of 'em today).They looked just like me.
