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The story of the S.S. Useless

Mon, 08 Nov 2010 09:00:00 +0200

The story of the S.S. Useless
^{by Martijn van der Kleijn}

This is a story about the intrepid crew of the S.S. Useless. The Useless is a Nonexistent class vessel and is the first and only vessel of its class to ever reach completion. Soon after completing the Useless, some of its leftover parts were used in building a planetary shield, plunging the planet into perpetual Nonexistence almost immediately.

This, of course, rather worried the crew of the S.S. Useless since they were now faced with the annoyingly difficult task of finding the Nonexistent planet. Fortunately, as everyone knows, Nonexistence doesn’t actually remove an object from existence. It more or less congeals around it, temporarily removing the item from detection by any means. Several esteemed Nonexistent scientists noted that this didn’t matter, since Nonexistence is quite something else from nonexistence.

Writing a book

Sun, 08 Aug 2010 09:00:00 +0200

In November of 2010 I’ll be taking a break from my main project, Wolf CMS, to spend time on a new project: NanoWrimo 2010. It is an online writing competition that anyone can enter. You can’t really win anything as its just for the fun of it. The intention is to write a novel in one month.

As its 50,000 words at least that I need to write, I’m giving no guarantees if I’ll make it. But I’ll sure be trying!

Flora - scene 5

Tue, 20 Dec 2005 09:00:00 +0200

Flora - scene 5
^{by Martijn van der Kleijn}

It had been a couple of days now since the attack on her family by the soldiers. They had taken her and murdered her family though why they had spared her she did not know. At first, she had assumed the worst. After all, she was a pretty and young girl captured by a bunch of ruff necked mercenary soldiers. Though the soldiers hadn't treated her kindly in any way, they hadn't hurt her either. She wondered where they were taking her.

Their group had turned onto a well traveled road that morning and had been traveling hard all day. From the pace the mecenaries were keeping to, Flora guessed they must be getting close to their destination. It was getting crowded on the road. More people than she was accustumed to were arround her and she started to feel uncomfortable. A mere twenty minutes later they rounded a hill and she saw it.

Priest Dun - II

Sun, 21 Apr 2002 09:00:00 +0200

Priest Dun - II
^{by Martijn van der Kleijn}

When we left our good-humored priest last time, he was just heading out from the small village of Erisgate quietly cursing under his breath because, as usual, his god had played another trick on him. There was a small rain cloud over his head, following his every move. It’s probably a good thing that our priest Dun recognized the fact that he couldn’t do anything about it, otherwise he might have gotten the impression that he could quit his job. And that wouldn’t please his god at all.

Well, priest Dun was traveling to a distant Lord’s manner this time. Somehow a small artifact of tremendous power had accidentally found its way into priest Dun’s hands, despite him trying to avoid touching anything for this exact reason. He wasn’t at all convinced his god had nothing to do with it. This small artifact had turned out to have, rather conveniently he thought, the owner’s name and address on the bottom. Not an everyday sight and he felt that it would be prudent to make the long journey to the owner and return the item. Otherwise he’d probably wouldn’t get any rest until he did anyway.

The people of the dust

Sun, 24 Jun 2001 09:00:00 +0200

The people of the dust
^{by Martijn van der Kleijn}

In a house not far from here, there is big room. On a sunny day, when the sun sends bright rays of light through the windows of that room, one might see the many particles of dust that float around that very room.

Have you noticed that it is always very quiet in such a room? One might use that quiet and really listen to the sounds of a room, for in every such room, it is never completely silent. Now, try to imagine the room. It is a sitting room with wooden floors and comfortable chairs, big windows facing the south with colorful panes of glass in the top, a clock softly ticking away time and dust floating through the air, clearly visible in the bright sun light.

Midwinter

Mon, 19 Feb 2001 09:00:00 +0200

Midwinter
^{by Martijn van der Kleijn}

A white satin blanket of snow covered the ground. The guard looked up at the moon. Almost two by his estimate. His watch would be over soon. It was midwinter today and he never liked winter anyways. Turning his gaze around, he noticed a small red light from the east side of the camp. Easing his sword in its scabbard, he moved to get a better view of the tiny spek of light. From out of nowhere appeared another red dot, hovering about five meters apart from the first. Feeling some apprehensions about the whole situation, he moved towards one of the sleeping figures closer to the center of the encampment.

‘Baldor… Baldor… I think we might have trouble.’ He whispered whilst gently rousing his comrade.

Chronicles of Dawn

Tue, 29 Aug 2000 09:00:00 +0200

Chronicles of Dawn
^{by Martijn van der Kleijn}

‘Show him in.’ The double doors swung open. In strode a man with an air of confidence. He looked brave yet strangely awed. He stopped, looked around for a moment and spoke.

‘Lord Dragon, I would ask of you to keep under control you own.’

‘What do you mean, human? You know very well that the dragons of Tir harm none.’ Ser Gilliam took a step backwards to look the dragon in it’s eye. Something about that black hole made him shiver.

A small collection of poems

Thu, 01 Jun 2000 09:00:00 +0200

My Heart

My heart, it is made of stone.
It has walled itself in, my heart.
Few have made those walls shudder.
And none have made them sunder.
My heart, how foolish is my heart.

_{march, 1999}

Spring

A new spring,
Birds take to wing.

New grass grows,
New water flows.

All things blossom,
In Mother Nature’s bosom.

_{march, 1999}

The Wellspring

From a creative wellspring
Come one by one,
Fishes called story and song.

Elf?

Fri, 01 Oct 1999 09:00:00 +0200

Elf?
^{by Martijn van der Kleijn}

Walking in the mist, I suddenly came upon her. At first she seemed frightened, yet green fire jumped out at me from her eyes, telling me to tred carefully. Her long golden hair waved in the wind when she turned. She strode off into the mist.

At first I couldn’t find her. I walked on aimlessly for a while trying to find that girl. Without warning I cleared the fog and found myself standing on top of a cliff. The girl looked at me with those teasing eyes as if she was saying ‘Will you follow me even if I jump?’.

Priest Dun

Tue, 10 Aug 1999 09:00:00 +0200

Priest Dun
^{by Martijn van der Kleijn}

Pulling along his cart, the farmer reached the small village of Erisgate just before nightfall.

“Good”, he thought, “I’ll be just in time for the evening meal.”

The farmer, a somewhat older man with a nasty looking scar across his face, heaved for a last time and pushed his cart into place. Dropping the handles, he moved towards the local inn.

Upon opening the Inn’s door, a strong odor filled his nostrils. Meat. The smell of freshly roasted meat wafted out the kitchen door. The sound and smell of ale drifted over from the bar. Tobacco smoke you could cut with a knife hung in the air and conversations floated across it. The farmer’s attention fell upon a man in the center of the room.

Dead by claw

Sun, 01 Aug 1999 09:00:00 +0200

Dead by claw
^{by Martijn van der Kleijn}

Darkness descended onto the land and evil lurked everywhere. Or so it seemed, at least, in the imagination of the small boy wielding his sword. It was a simple wooden sword, one every small boy would have. One day however he would inherit his fathers sword and Dukedom.

“How are you feeling, my boy?” the man walking up to him said. “Practicing your sword again? I’ll ask your father tomorrow if we can’t start real lessons.” The man ruffled his hair and moved towards the doorway leading out of the small courtyard. Rounding the corner, he walked down the corridor. Upon passing a statue, he heard faint clicking. He stopped. Looking around, he didn’t notice anything out of place.

The Storyteller

Thu, 29 Jul 1999 09:00:00 +0200

The Storyteller
^{by Martijn van der Kleijn}

A large, sprawling palace complex lies overlooking a green valley and a winding river. The valley is covered with huge palm trees, smaller shade giving trees and shrubs of all kinds. Further out to the east, across the slowly moving river farm fields can be seen, with farmers driving their oxen to plow them. The palace complex itself is home to the royal family of this land.

Though it counts less than fifteen towers in all, the complex is so large that it is a small city unto itself. There are many palace court yards which contain gardens with flowers of all variety. Like small green islands, these courtyards are the hub of palace life. Ringed by beautiful stone arches and covered walkways, many of these gardens are visited only by the palace staff.

The Fallen

Sat, 10 Jul 1999 09:00:00 +0200

The Fallen
^{by Martijn van der Kleijn}

A man walking down the street. People swirving to avoid him. He looks sad and at the same time menacing. Black hair and black eyes, he stalks the street. People push back against the wall, cowering in fear as he passes by, yet why they do not know. This stranger dressed all in black invokes fear and screams of terror fill their minds. A big, killer of a dog regards the man but a bearest moment before yelping a plea for help and hurrying away.

Betrayed

Tue, 01 Jun 1999 09:00:00 +0200

Betrayed
^{by Martijn van der Kleijn}

The man shifted uncomfortably around his cushion. Perhaps his master would forgive his failure and allow him to live. Gloom set in. His master was not of the forgiving type. He done his best though, more he could not do. The empty room, in which he awaited his master looked like it always did, sparsely decorated yet extremely beautiful and elegant in its simplicity. His master’s love for flowers was evident. On the raised platform a small vase stood to one side containing a few delicate blossoms.

Asking questions

Mon, 01 Mar 1999 09:00:00 +0200

Asking Questions
^{by Martijn van der Kleijn}

Turning away from his practice partner, with which he was practicing his fencing, he looks you over for a moment. The young man then says,

“Him? He just moves me, literally. That’s just ‘bout as much as I know about him.”

The young man turns back toward his fencing with a smile. Wouldn’t do to let the Duke know he’d been neglecting his combat skills.

The fronteer

Tue, 30 Sep 1997 09:00:00 +0200

The fronteer
^{by Martijn van der Kleijn}

Coming out of hyper-space, the ship bucked like a wild horse. From the side window where he was sitting, Roger had an excellent view of the planet they were headed to. The planet Darnak looked like any other Terran class planet.

‘Incomprehensible’ he thought.

‘How could such a beautiful planet be so dangerous?’ For a long time now, he had wanted to visit Darnak. Hearing all of the stories about this place, he just couldn’t believe that it was as bad as it sounded. One day he had met a woman who claimed to come from this planet and who had begged him to go there and use his newspaper column to expose the terrors the planetary council was committing.