Jordan Webster
Stories (9/0)
Echoes of the Dead
Detective Nolan takes one last puff of his cigarette before he thinks about entering the rundown slum of an apartment. It seems to be his new ritual he has recently developed. a smoke or two to calm the nerves followed by a wheezing cough, one a dying man would produce. “Cough” Detective Nolan coughs struggling to breath in any air as he exhales the smoke. He throws the cigarette into the gutter, the flame is quickly extinguished by the heavy rainfall.
By Jordan Webster4 months ago in Criminal
Ash and Bones
Fire, blood and ash. That is all that remains from the war encampments of the unified forces of men,orc,dwarves and elves all consumed by the flame. The once lush green forest which secluded this army is now turned into cinder and stumps. Any survivors that dwell among the encampments are in hiding, terrified by the consistent sounds of the thunderous waves created by the two dragons circling above among the morning sky. The larger of the two dragons begins to descends into the ruins, its black scales gleam now that the sun is rising. The beast lands in the center of the ruined encampment squashing a tent with its mighty sharp claws. The black dragon scans its surroundings, moving its head from left to right watching for any sign of movement. It then raises its head up towards the sky, it opens its mouth letting out a booming roar followed by flames spitting high. It then lowers its head just touching the ground beneath it. The rider sitting on top of the dragon loosens his harness then throws a rope over the side of the beast.
By Jordan Websterabout a year ago in Fiction
Once More into The Void.
Chapter One: Corporal Ethan Walker. Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Which is probably a good thing, because this fella would have deafened anyone close by, the pilot thinks to himself as he looks back at the deceased body which is currently harnessed in floating above the floor in the back of the small scouting ship.
By Jordan Webster2 years ago in Futurism
Recollection
The sound of the train horn blasting abruptly wakes a man from his slumber. His instant reaction is jumping out of his seat however he is quickly yanked back into to his chair. He looks down and realizes that his left hand is handcuffed to the arm of the chair. He stands up carefully and proceeds to look around the carriage he spots no other passengers, no luggage not even a piece of rubbish, just rows of empty chairs and wide-open windows.
By Jordan Webster2 years ago in Fiction
Endurance
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A hunter who has been tracking his prey manages to get himself lost, sun has set and the forest becomes darker the further in he goes. The hunter is taking shelter under a thick tree branch, avoid the storm while observing the surroundings. He spots a warm light shining in the distance a small beacon of warmth among the cold. The hunter swings his rifle over his shoulder then steps away from his shelter making his way towards to the light letting the rain drop all over him. Within minutes his boots become muddy and wet, the clothes he is wearing get soaked in water, the cold starts to chill throughout his body. The hunter has to constantly wipe the rain away from his eyes, he lets the rain on his face slip down into his salt and pepper coloured beard. As he gets closer to the light, he notices for a split second the light disappeared before returning. The hunter reaches for his binoculars then holds them against his eyes, the rain falling on the lenses makes it hard to difficult see but he spots the light inside of an old run down cabin and a figure looking out of the window. A loud unnatural screech echoes throughout the forest sending the hunter down to his knees trying to stay out of sight.
By Jordan Webster2 years ago in Horror
The Sound of Fire
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley, if you had told me two months ago we would all combine our might to battle not one but four dragons I would have called you an idiot. Then I'd likely start a brawl with you for being an idiot.” The tall man says as he finishes relieving himself against a tree, he pulls up his breeches then ties the laces together. He turns around to look at his young companion who is looking into the deep dark forest watching for any sudden movement. The torch he is holding is freshly lit, the flame reaches above the young man’s head illuminating more than half of his body. His brown shoulder length hair shines as bright as his chainmail shirt when the fire moves.
By Jordan Webster2 years ago in Fiction
The Exchange.
The silence of the swamp is disturbed by lone man sitting in a docked raggedy rowboat whistling the tune of Wayfaring Stranger. His dark brown shirt is stained looking like is hasn’t been washed in some time, his pants are torn in several places but are being held by suspenders. A gun shot echoes though the swamp interrupting the man whistling, several more gun shots are heard nearby. A man runs onto the dock, his white-collar shirt has sweat seeping out of it, his brown blonde hair looks wet with the amount of sweat.
By Jordan Webster2 years ago in Fiction
The Scout
“From here on out, you cannot talk back to me.” A young man speaking through my ear piece, he sounds nervous, wonder how many people he has guided through the city. “Adam, I need to know you understand give me a thumbs up infront of your cam if you understand.” I’ll raise my middle finger to the camcorder strapped to my hat. “Very funny.” I thought so too. “Alright, last known feral location is three clicks north, we go in, we confirm their hideout, we leave.” Not my first trip kid, give him a real thumb up this time. “Alright ready when you are.” Time to get to work. The city looks like shit, concreate roads cracked with weeds and grass growing though them, most the windows are all broken shattered on the ground not too much to window shopping these days unless you like skeletons or expired goods. Cars are all abandoned, tires stripped most of them too rusted to work anyway. “You know I have never seen a car work before.” Of course you haven't, you were born after the doom not many running cars around these day. “Alright you want to go left at this intersection.” Would have been easier if he left me a map.
By Jordan Webster3 years ago in Horror