The Last Empire

**The Stranger** · 03-17-2005, 18:01

i'm writing a book, and i thought let's see if you like it, so here are some questions

if you see the title what do you think the book is about

do you think the title is atractive enough

after some replies i'll add a preview

Or should i stick to poems

**The Stranger** · 03-18-2005, 09:25

well i'm waiting

**master of the puppets** · 03-22-2005, 23:27

judging merely by the title i see the last of a long lineage of warrior kings, fighting an overwhelming force to save there home and people. but then again thats just my idea, usually anything will trigger stories to pop into my head.

**The Stranger** · 03-23-2005, 10:18

nope it is about a man who starts a rebbellion and took over a city, he declared this city his empire, but other nations don't like it and declared war with him, so he starts a deal with a terrorist organisation who suplies him with weapons. after a long siege in the city he lures the enemies in a ambush and conquers the rest of that country

**master of the puppets** · 03-23-2005, 14:09

damn i was off...oh well

**The Stranger** · 03-23-2005, 17:38

if you see the name you wouldn't link it to what i just told i have to admit that.

**king michael** · 04-12-2005, 20:09

i think its great

**The Stranger** · 04-12-2005, 20:28

thanx, i've past about 60% of the story so i'll wright the next preview tommorow

**master of the puppets** · 04-12-2005, 22:14

can't wait

**The Stranger** · 04-13-2005, 09:31

here the second part, and again bad spelling. the story is actually dutch

The mortars and artillery were pounding the enemy, the rifles and machine guns were shooting non-stop. The streets were a mess, houses reduced to nothing more than a pile of rubble. How could i have let this happen, my beautiful city, destroyed. I sat in my HQ, almost crying of despair. But still there was hope, my troops were actually winning the battle for Rotterdam. Suddenly somebody ran towards me, I immediately drawed my gun. I pointed it towards... My guard.

'you really scared me,' i shouted at the guard.
'Sorry sir,' the guard saluted and said he had a message.
'Sir permission to speak sir?'
'Permission granted.'
'I have a important message'
'Huh, oh oke speak up' i ordered
But actually i didn't even cared.
'B-squad successfully executed a ambush, 13 dead americans and 2 are taken prisoner.
'Were did it happen,' i asked. immediately i waked out of my self pity, this was great news.
'Not far from the frontline, in Nieuw Binnenweg.
'Oke, send in the cleaners and the engineers, let them rebuild up and remine the street.'
This was one of our defences, mines in the streets that worked on remote control. Snipers on the rooftops and MG's in the streets, invincible.
'Oke sir.'the guard turned and walked out of the HQ. but before he was out of the door i called him back. 'Can you send the prisoners to me'
the guard shaked his head (he said yes) and marched to the scene.

After 30 minutes the guard came back with the prisoners.
'here the are sir.'
'Thank you Mahony, you're dismissed.'
He saluted but i didn't payed him any attention. The prisoners who were visibly scared, totally had me in their grasp. They were young very young, perhaps even younger than me. They had clean faces, not because they shaved but because the didn't had to shave.
'How old are you' i asked them
'I'm...

more next time. note that this isn't a story but 3 pieces of a book i'm writing in dutch so some words might not be chosen correct.