A pinch of my own medicine huh?
Anyway, good news. I done up Preys and Predators III in four days of intense writing to finished it off at 43K words. Its ranked in the Mature Section. I stopped Devils Own at 53K words while I re-edit some passages and moving it for a 100K words full tale. Steam Punk have so much to offer in details and I want to explore them. Meanwhile this weekend, I am moving back to one of my unfinished tale'; FLESH. It was inspired by the tale in STARLORD Comics ( I read it back then along with Judge Dredd on 2000AD. ) Yup, it went extinct some thirty years ago. Along with it was ACTION Comics ( not the pocket size one ) with memorable characters like Johnny Red who flew for the Russian in WWII, Rat Pack with Major Taggart, and also the memorable shark ( bloody name was at the tip of my fin. Tasted like Sharkfin... )
Anyway, I will do up FLESH and then come back to Devils Own. And maybe one more serious stuff like Othello. I was thinking of re-writing Romeo and Juliet, but that was done many times. Maybe Taming the Shrew or the Scottish play ( can't said the play name.... why? check it out on the net... learned about it from Castle TV series. ).
Till then, let me delve back to the FLESH.
A tempting bite served here:
That was simple part; the
tasks had its dangers. There are the dangerous creatures; some among the herds
and some are the lone predators. The later ones are the real killers. One of my
tasks was to remove the predators. That was then; I was tracking this lion-like
creature; big bodied like the size measuring over twenty feet in length and a
radius of eight with a large double fang head in its jaw. It was not that I
feared but the horn with the serrated sides above its snort and in between the
eyes. That horn stands out at almost three feet from the head and it’s deadly.
When the creature thrust at you with the horn, it was pushed by a dead weight
of nearly five hundred pounds of muscles, the horn does more than thrust, it
ripped off the flesh inside you. For its ferocity and deadly horn, we named the
creature; the Horned Lion.
Abby' call had been detected
by the creature, as it pick up its head from the reclining posture to placed
its scent sensory for the location. The Lion can pick up the scent of its prey
from a long distance, and it had hooked onto mine. There was little time to
react; I grab the rifle on my side and sight it on the creature. By then it had
stood on its three pairs of legs, and growl at me. I got the scope on the head
and pulled the trigger. The three inches length metal coated projectile filled
with propellant and explosive materials crossed the distance between the lion
and me at split of a second. The projectile hit the skin and penetrated to the
skull bone before it ruptures on the first layer of explosives. The explosion
blew a vertical blast into the flesh beneath the bone surface. This was where
the minute explosive pins damaged the soft brain core of the creature with its
mini explosions. The lion fell onto its haunches to lapse into seizure
contractions before its final death.
That was how you kill lions,
as other wounds would just agitate it before it seeks you out.
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