Ok, so I put the Dur Novel on ice for a bit. I just couldn't write anymore. The Iron Curtain fell down. Anyway, I started writing on a short story. It's still in the fantasy genre, but this will be something different. Trying to write fantasy like my idols; Terry Pratchett, Piers Anthony, David Gemmell etc. is hard, but I think I managed to create a good story.
Below is the first couple of pages of that story. I would love feedback


Live! A Fantastic Parody

Autumn leaves whirled in the wind. The sound of sizzling hay from the fields around and the music of the nightingales was everything who could be heard this nice autum evening.
The sun had just went down by the horizon, and the nightfall was painting shadows everywhere.On a small hill, popular called Hangman’s High, sat three good friends in their late twentish. They where drinking moonshine and burned sticked sausages on a small campfire. They’d lived here their entire life, growing up as neighbours, playing together since they where born. Anytown was a boring place. Just like every other small parish around. They had a couple of stores and an inn. Apart from that, the place was just a lot of wood, tarns and hayfields. Nothing ever happened. A common place with common people. Well, mostly common that is. Like all other small communitites, Anytown also had what was commonly called village idiots. But neither of them plays a part in this story, so we’ll just leave them alone for now. Back to the boys on the hill, they where celebrating another good harvest. Because all three of them where farmer sons. Jebediah lay down in the heater and watched the glittering stars above.
- Do you guys ever think about running away?
Eugene and Maximillian, who was the other boys’ names, turned their attention to Jebediah.
Maximillian was the first to speak, as Eugene had his mouth full of carlic sausage.
- You mean abandon our duties on the farm and just split?
- Yeah! Why not? We are three guys in their late twenties, and what have we completed?
Eugene was still chewing on the sausage, but made out a couple of words between the bits.
- Completed? What’you mean?
- Exept for shoveling horse manure and harvesting potatoes. What have we done in our lives?
- I don’t follow you dude! Maximillian said.
- Just think about it. Who of us have for example been outside Anytown?
- I was in Nearville* once! Said Eugene.
- When? Jebediah asked.
- Well, when I was like 2-3 ish I think.
- Do you remember it?
- Not really
- Then it doesn’t count. Said Jebediah who now got up on his feet and stretched his arms above his head, making a yawn.
- Where are you going with all this? Maximillian wanted to know.
- I’m going away, tomorrow. Before the rooster calls out his first crow, I’ll be half my way trough The Everauttumn Forest, heading for the sea.
Eugene picked up a pouch from his pocket and pulled out a big chunk of tobacco who he put under his lip. “ Here we go again “ he said and stretched his arms over the fire.
- I’m serious this time guys! I wanna go places! I want to see the world! Exotic places, with palmtrees, exotic food, chocolate skinned women....
Maximillian interrupted
- Hold on dude! Chocolate skinned women? Aint Mandy good enough for yah?
Jebediah laughed.
- Mandy is ok, but she’s not very exotic.
- She aint exotic?
- I wouldn’t call flannell shirts and denim shorts very exotic, no!

The discussion went on into the late night ours. And since I already pointed out that they where drinking moonshine, I don’t think I have to explain why the rest of the conversation between the boys isn’t written down. But if you really want to know, they kept talking about girls for like another hour, then they talked about making some kind of engine who would do the horses work out on the fields, then they all fell asleep.




* Nearville is the closest town to Anytown. Actually it’s not really close, but because there wasn’t many towns in this part of the country, it was named Nearville, altough it’s about ten days away with horse.
The morning was painting the sky with crayons of red and pink. The sun came up behind the big mountains in the west, and the fog covered the big hayfields. Eugene woke up from when a party of crows settled in a tree above his head. Maximillian where already awake. He had build a new fire and was about to cook coffee in a pot. Eugene got up on his feet, rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and yawned.
- Where is Jebediah?
- He was gone when I woke up. Beats me where he’s gone. I guess he was serious about his babbling about travelling places.


At the same time, only a couple of stone throws away, Jebediah was heading down a slope, almost down on safe ground, he tripped on a log and fell.

Back on Hangman’s High, Eugene and Maximillian finished their morning coffee and poured water on the fire, making it safe before leaving. As they headed down the hillside, the fog lifted and the sun shimmered in the now burned up and dewy hayfield below. Farmers in Anytown always burned the fields after harvesting. It’s suppose to make next years crops better or something. Anyway, as the two friends made their way down on ground, they saw Jebediah laying straight out with his face down in the dirt. It looked rather ridicilous. As an ostrich who’s trying to hide himself from danger. But as the two friends realised that Jebediah wasn’t moving, they got a bit tense. Maximillian got to him first?
- Is he dead? Asked Eugene
- I don’t think so, but help me get him back on his feet.
They grabbed Jebediah by his arms and got him up, but there was still no reaction.
After dragging him to the nearest tree, they steadied him against the treetrunk.
- What should we do? He might be in a coma or something.
- No, I don’t think it’s that bad. Just fetch me some water will you?
Eugene searched his sack and pulled out a bottle of moonshine.
- Does this help? He reached the bottle to Maximillian.


He suddenly wake as a burst of cold wet stuff hit him in the face. He wiped his face with the sleeve on his sweater. Moonshine. Who would throw away moonshine?
He looked up and saw two peculiar figures standing over him.
- Jebediah! Are you ok?
He staggered back on his feet, using a branch on the tree as leverage. His head pounded, like a lumberjack sitting inside, sawing a redwood tree all by himself.
He couldn’t remember anything from last night. He must have been drinking to much again. Why did he always do that on special occations? The two men where still standing there, watching him.
- Who are you two? And who is Jebediah?
Eugene and Maximillian looked at eachother. They where both confused.
- You don’t know? Said Eugene
- Would I ask if I knew? I warn you, I have a very bad temper today. Especially since I get brutally waken up by two peons, and I don’t know where the fuck I am! So you better explain to me, who are you? And who is this Jebediah fellow?
The two boys scratched their heads simultaneously.
- Ehh...we are Eugene and Maximillian. Two very common farmers. And who might you be?
- You don’t know who I am? He laughed.
- I am Gandar, The Bearbarian*! Ruiner of Civilizations!



* Bearbarian is a type of Barbarian, who in old myths and legends where said to have the ability to shapeshift into bears. Not to be confused with Beerbarian, who is a Barbarian who rather sits the whole day in a tavern drinking beer instead of going out on adventure.