The Ultimate Collection of my Works: My Works, #1

By Usama Yasin

Over the year of 2019 and half of 2020, I worked on two series of short books. They Alley Series and the Silval Sire series. Originally I had published the books for free but I have lost the motivation to continue and so I have decided to publish all those books in one title. My name isn't Stark Raven that is just my pen name and I am also known under the initials of U.Y.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Usama Yasin
• Release date: Oct 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393845539

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The Ultimate collection of my Works

Authors note

Over the year of 2019 and half of 2020, I worked on two series of short books. The Alley Series and the Silval Sire series. Here is the reading order of the books and each story is positioned accordingly

The Alley Series

Heavy Dealing (Nor part of the Alley Series but I wish this to be read first since it inspired The Alley Series)

The Alley

The Alley 2

The Alley 3

The Alley 4

David Smith Part 1

Silval Sire Series

Silval Sire’s Origin

Silval Sire and the Wolf Hunter

Silval Sire: Zenamaxindold’s tale

How Silval Sire has evolved over the years

Silval Sire and Legends

Silval Sire and the Purple Crocodiles

Silval Sire: Tom and Luke origin files part 1

Silval Sire: Tom and Luke Origin files part 2

Now the Alley Series was going to have another book titles The Alley 5 and some further books. 5 books have been released in the Alley Series. As for Silval Sire series I am hoping to write the rest of the Origin series but not as books but as screenplays (The Alley Series and the Silval Sire series were originally screenplays) but after the origin is written up as screenplays I will not continue the rest of the Silval Sire series in script format or book format. I also had a plan to write Heavy Dealing and the Alley Series in Narrative format but now I will only be writing Heavy Dealing in a narrative format (perhaps not anymore due to no motivation) but not the Alley Series. So now you can begin the book.

All these are short stories of an average of 7000 words or more each

My poems

Before I share my stories I wish to share all the poems that I have written.

Book of Random Poems or short stories. (Or Descriptive Pieces)

Note: This is only a small sample of the full book which I will be releasing soon once I have written all the poems or short stories I aim to write. The full book will be 20 pages in total or maybe longer if I want.

THE TREE

Old and withered does this tree stand, dry and fruitless the grandad of them all. There he stands lonely among them all. no leaf, no green does decorate this tree, and there he lies, a neglected antique. There it stands forgotten as person by person, animal by animal passes along its wrinkly bark, going by to witness instead the other beauties of the Almighty’s creation. Not even its fellow kind came by to glance at it for what were they, those gracious trees to a wreck like he.

But...... It wasn't always like this, oh no no no for once long ago this tree to stood tall and mighty among the forest of those trees. His branches to were filled with green, oh so vast and wide did those branches spread high among the shining sky. But was he ordinary, oh no no no, oh but he was once the grandest of them all, so tall and mighty oh was this tree it still could boast its glory upon the times of fall.

The other trees they looked in envy and awe, for surely this tree was superior to them all. oh for that indeed he was, the lord, the monarch the king of them all, for no other tree oh for whom they bowed. So, there he stood for years and years, the king of the woods, for no one challenged he, not even the wolves, the so-called lord of the woods. The birds themselves could not boast a better place to place their nest high among their gracious king.

So glorious oh was this tree that even the Grand Light , a king among the sky looked down upon thee and glared with his greatest envy.

No one was his superior, and there he stood for years and years so tall and mighty among them all, the ruler among the trees so tall.

But one day it was all to end when his greatest enemy the Dyzjul wind came upon it one day to challenge him oh, oh once again. For many years did these two battle, but never did the wind ever win for the tree, was a fighter so strong and mighty the warrior among them all. But upon this day the wind came stronger than ever before, he coupled with the storm he coupled with the lightning oh did this trio come together to combat the tree so tall. Oh, how he fought and fought and fought but their combined might was too much even for its thrall. Oh, there they came their forces so strong and fierce who dared to stand in their way. And as hard as he fought their forces came to strong and there he fell, his branches struck, for finally now oh came his fall.

The battle was fierce and now the wind had shown it thrall, for not just did he fall but the woods to come near its doom the forest almost did fall. Oh, so was his fall the other trees they looked upon him in rage and fury for their king could not protect them all. They banished him oh from his role, the king of the forest he now was not. And from that day on they didn’t speak to him anymore, even the sun who once his king who respected him so much oh, he turned his back upon the tree so gone/

And there he lay for years and years, neglected by his fellow kin. And as the years went by, he became forgotten and only he, now in such great decay, does remember his days where he stood so mighty and tall.

The Deadman

There I stand on the strike of midnight. The Sky is of unusual darkness accompanied by the grim atmosphere. I hold a small painting of a man, 6 foot 10 in all his thrall...The Deadman. His clothes are as dark and mysterious as the night-time. His black trench coat fell to the ground accompanied by his cowboy hat. His tank top hid his colossal chest and his black hair fell to his shoulders. His clothes were black in entirety and if that was not enough to scare you, those eyes the epitome of fear, were enough to leave your spine screaming in fear. The legends say he is a Deadman, who rose from the grave. They call him the reaper of souls, the dark reaper, the knight of darkness oh so many names for the agent of death. I stare at the painting, which is one of many, all so different yet the terror is the same. HAAAAAAAA I laugh at the thought of such a man existing, the sky joined me as the lightning struck. HA HA HAAAA, and then it happened. The darkness grew darker and the air tightened. I reached for my phone to call my man to take me down and then that’s when I heard it a screeching howl. What, hmmm I must be hearing things it’s late night after all. But before I leave, I turn my head and there I see a giant man, his eyes oh his eyes so fierce they are. He was wearing a huge tank top with a symbol of a daggered cross. His dark hair fell to his shoulders and his pants were also black. a huge ferocious black stallion, its eyes a glaring purple. I stared closely at the man and that’s when I realised............ IT WAS THE DEAD MAN.

WHAT...Oh my what am I even doing here upon the strike of midnight, why had I hired a helicopter to take me to the top of this mountain as well as this motorbike right next to me? WHY......and then I remembered.

It had been two weeks ago, and me and my friends had been walking along the street when we came across the crazy old man who lives in the next neighbourhood on. He was in his front yard and he was carrying an amulet upon which s symbol stood of two arrows going through a horned sword. Alongside him was also a woahhhhhhh an awesome looking motorbike. Looking in amusement me and my friends went up to him and asked him oh what these new items that he had collected were. And straight away he went into his usual baloney, and he spoke of the amulet and the great powers of which it contained. He then moved on to the motorbike decorated by a streak of purple lightning of which he claimed belonged to the Deadman. He then went on to say that he had been entrusted to safeguard them until the Deadman came calling. And then he spoke of a warning of those who dared to steal of what belonged to the faction that owned the amulet and worst of all of those who dared to steal oh what belonged to the Deadman. He then bade us away and as soon as he had left, oh how we laughed, me and my friends at yet another tale from that crazy old man.

3 days had passed since And I thought of a clever plan to get the town cheap laugh. I would steal the amulet and the Deadman’s motorbike. Oh, and how paranoid the crazy old man would get. So, I gathered my friends and told them of my plan, and at first, they laughed since they thought I was joking. But when I told them I was serious, their faces to grew serious. They told me they would not go ahead with it and to leave the crazy old man alone. They told me they would not do it and then they left me so they could go home......... HA, what losers they are to, too chicken are they to rob a crazy old man.

2 days later it was Saturday night, I had planned it all, tomorrow I would rob the crazy old man and then post it all over social media.

When Sunday had arrived, I got my phone out and got my tools ready. It was midday, the crazy old man had gone to work at his shop of antiques and artefacts. LOL #CRAZY OLD MAN. He was just in the next neighbourhood on, so the trip was easy. I climbed up the drainpipe and through an open window. I looked around to see if anyone was looking and then I jumped in straight into his living room and BINGO, there it was, the amulet. I ran straight to it and I placed it into my bag. I was about to leave, but then I had another genius idea. HAHAHA, why don’t I smash the place up to give the old man a heart attack when he comes back. LOL, then maybe he could be a Deadman. So that is what I did. I kicked the table over; I slashed the sofa open and I even smashed his TV. And then something caught my eye, his bookshelf. AH HA, so that’s where he kept all those books. Oh, ho ho, so what would happen if I slammed all them down, so that is what I did. Oh, and how those books fell to the ground. Oh, ha ha ha. I looked around at the chaos I had caused. Satisfied I went back to the window and was about to leave, but then a bag caught my eye. I went up to it and what I saw made my eyes gleam with greed, it was a bag full of cash. The crazy old man didn’t deserve so much cash, so I took it all and I jumped out of the window and straight on to the motorbike. It was the final thing I aimed to take, but perhaps I would keep this one. I mean how did a man so crazy manage to get a motorbike so cool, haaaa it even had a rather strange looking baton attached to it and was also decorated with purple lightning. So, I took it off its chain and rode off with it. Ohhh and how smooth it felt off when I rode it back to my home.

2 days had passed since and there I was oh in my room laughing it off, at what the shock I might have caused for the crazy old man.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

WHAT...who would be knocking at this time. Curious I went downstairs and opened the door to see a man. He was completely covered from head to toe in a black cloak. I stared at him in bafflement and was about to open my mouth, but it was then he spoke. He told me the Deadman had been alerted that someone had stolen the faction’s amulet and his bike. He then went on to say the Deadman knew it was me, but I didn’t have to worry and that all that I would need to do was to place both items ready for the Deadman to collect. He gave me two choices, either I would leave both items for the Deadman to collect by leaving them upon my doorstep, or if I was brave enough I could take a trip, all the way up to the local mountain with the amulet and the motorbike and the Deadman would collect them himself. He then handed me a small painting of the Deadman and before he left, he told me the choice was mine.

I waited for a bit for him to leave and as soon as he did I burst out laughing, that dude was surely the crazy old man, oh man when I finally got this onto social media, the whole world would laugh with me.

So, guess which option from the two I choose, HA you guessed it right, I choose to go on the mountain top. Well, it hadn’t been easy to convince the helicopter man I knew to fly me and the motorbike up to the mountaintop (it was a huge helicopter). It all came down to money, but who cares I had brought my phone with me and I told the helicopter man I would call later to come down the mountain.

So now the story comes up to date, and there I stood face to face with the Deadman. I was paralysed in terror. The crazy old man had been right, there was a Deadman indeed and there he stood in all his dark glory. OH MY, he’s even scarier than I ever thought he would be and OH MY that stallion, with its glaring purple eyes, but nothing could compare to the deathly stare that the Deadman just gave me. He didn’t speak, instead, he pointed towards my pocket and then the motorbike. I was too frightened to respond, my hands were shaking, and my feet wanted to tear themselves away from me so they could get away from the Deadman. For a few moments, there was a deadly silence....... And then the Deadman moved towards me and his eyes rolled back. And that was it, my feet came back to life and I jumped straight onto the motorbike and it started right up VROOOOOOOOOOOM and straight away it raced down the mountain.

A few moments had passed until I realised the motorbike had zoomed off on its own accord, no wait the key was already in, I was going to give it a test ride and now I was on the test ride of my life. The motorbike zoomed on, my saviour, and some of my bravery returned. I looked back and saw no one HA, puny old Deadman. Another few moments had passed when I realised the motorbike had almost reached the bottom, ohh my what model is this. I looked back again, and no one was there, HAAAAAAAAAAAA man what the hell. A few moments later I had reached the bottom.

I stopped the motorbike and stepped off it. I thought about what I had just seen, and my heart was pleading to rip out of my heart so bad it was beating up my chest. I got my thoughts together.... that was the Deadman up there and he was after me, no that’s stupid, how could a legend like that be real, that’s stuff for the comic books. Then who was he? Ah-ha, he could be another crazy person that was friends with my crazy old man. HAA perhaps he had fallen on his head and he had convinced the crazy old man that he was the Deadman. HAAAA his friends are just as crazy as him, oh man the laugh that my friends would get and then finally the world when I share it on all my socials. Haaaaaa this would go viral, #DEADMAN #FAKE #CRAZYOLDMAN.

I glanced back at the motorbike, but that is when I heard it, a loud screeching howl. My heart rate rose again, and I looked back in fright and... OH MY, IT WAS THE DEADMAN and there he was standing upon the black stallion. It was racing down the mountain...... EVEN FASTER THAN THE MOTORBIKE. BUT HOW. No time to think, I jumped back onto the motorbike and upon the instant, it started up AGAIN. VROOOOOOOOOOOM.

My heart was beating so fast that it threatened to tear out of my chest I looked back again to see a sight which would only haunt me further. The Deadman still upon his stallion lifted his arm high and upon the instant, a flash of purple lightning struck out of his hand (Like Thor from his hammer) and lit the entire sky up. With a yelp of fear, I thrust the handles faster and as if on command the motorbike zoomed faster. I was gaining ground but OH MY, HE WAS NOT FAKE AT ALL, he had just summoned some purple lightning, JUST LIKE THE LEGENDS SAID HE COULD. But how was he alive? I had only heard about the Deadman in my English lessons when we had been learning about legends and their place in literature. There had been various books, poems and plays made and now there he was, the real legend among the legendary tales.

My breathing got heavier as I felt my skin tighten and now it was him who was gaining, not ground but the higher ground. The motorbike was roaring but the screeching howl that the stallion just made would not be a noise that wouldn’t leave my ears' memory soon. I look behind and I wish I hadn’t, the Stallion was even closer and from its mouth a flow of purple energy flowed, it’s intent possibly murderous. It howled harder and turned my head again. And that was it was only a matter of time before it flew closer and plucked me out of the motorbike ready to be its next prey, oh what I do.

*Clunk*

It was then my eye caught a compartment I hadn’t seen before. With no better option, I reached down and upon the instant as soon as my hand touched the compartment it opened, and I reached down and pulled out a strange-looking sharp stone-like substance. I picked it up and looked around, the stallion was even closer, and I was probably thinking of the fresh meat that it would now get. The stone was the only thing I had. Desperate for anything I threw the rock straight at the stallion and as soon as the stone hit the stallion it let out a loud howl of horrific agony, somehow the stone had hurt it. HA, that would have hit an animal lover right in their heart, but not me. I looked around again to see the Deadman’s eyes widen as his Stallion fell. He didn’t seem to be concerned for himself, but he was for his stallion as he stayed on top of the stallion as it fell and finally hit the cold hard ground. HA, I had beat it and now the Deadman could not get me. I turned my head forward again ready to ride back home. I took one last look back to see Deadman tending to his injured stallion but the stare he gave me just then would have been enough to paralyse me for the rest of my life and my body started to tremble in fear.

I rode on, I wanted to get as far from the Deadman as far as possible even if I had just beat him. The bridge is in sight HA I had escaped him and now I could go up to the crazy old man and hold him accountable for the nightmare he had just caused for me. I felt happier now and my nerves calmed down, my heart rate slowed, the Deadman hadn’t got me and now I could go back home. I rode on to the bridge as fast as I could. (The bridge was really high) KARACKATHOOM my heart rose again. I looked behind to see a flash of purple lightning. It was racing toward me AHHHHHHHHHHHH I thrust the motorbike forward faster to escape to flash, but it wasn’t enough and the lightning hit the wheels. The motorbike spun out of control and I fell to the ground. It took a few moments when I got to my senses and when I had I saw the baton had gotten loose. I grabbed it as I stood up and looked up. AHHHHHHHHH he was standing right in front to me. No time to think, my reflexes took over and I whacked the Deadman as hard as I could. And it was then he stumbled, he was right next to the edge of the bridge and he fell straight off the edge of the bridge and straight down to the ground.

A few moments passed and then I fell to my knees. My heart was beating, and my hands were shaking, and my breathing was overwhelming me, but at least the Deadman had fallen. No one, not even a Deadman could survive a fall so low down and now he was truly a Deadman. I got myself together and stood up and looked up at the night sky, never had it looked so beautiful yet so terrifying, I went up to the motorbike AND THEN IT HAPPENED THE LIGHTNING STRUCK AGAIN AND THERE WAS A BLINDING FLASH, and when I could see again, THE DEADMAN WAS STANDING TALL, he had managed to survive the fall and he was standing right over me and somehow he had teleported. I fell to my knees and I begged for his mercy, I pleaded with him and my tears fell down, but he didn’t listen, I had gone too far. He lifted his arm high, he summoned the lightning, he pointed his fist towards me and he struck me hard and I closed my eyes ready for the blow ................................................................

But it didn’t come. A few moments passed until I opened my eyes again and when I did, I wished I hadn’t. I found myself in the middle of a fiery pit. I looked up to see a sight that shocked me. All around me in raised seats were a group of cloaked red figures sitting as if they were a regime. Right in the centre, I was a huge skeletal head with a sword going right through its head, followed by two arrows. I yelled out in great fear as two beings in red cloaks then appeared right in front of me and open their cloaks was the symbol that the amulet had, a symbol stood of two arrows going through a horned sword. I yelled out as they reached for and grabbed me as the thousands of spectators looked at me being dragged straight towards the fiery skull. I yelled in fear, but they ignored me. Oh, why had I not listened to the old man why had I not just handed the items to the Deadman, oh why had I run, oh why had I gone to the mountain when I just could have stayed at home and let the Deadman collect the items and I wouldn’t have had to see him. I screamed and I screamed but it did me no good and so in one last plea, I yelled out and I screamed out....................for the Deadman.

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The Beach

As I walk across the Beach, the first thing I see is the great blue sea. So vast and wide the oceans of the earth. *Sniff* Hmmmmmm ahhhhhh the smell of the air is so fresh, and I let the airs aroma consume me. And then there I see upon the waves of the ocean, the grand white horses carrying Poseidon across the ocean, the so-called king of the horses and the king of the sea. Oh, but I could have sworn that I heard the passing horse oh who came by me proclaim HA Poseidon who does he think he is, my king HAAAAA, in his dreams, he is more of a false king and a mere mortal who doesn’t even control the sea. But that is not important as I only came here today to be upon the grace of the beautiful sea.

And now I see the golden sands, I run them through my fingers, so soft it can be, the desert of the common man. The umbrellas all over the beach, look like giant spinners of blue, yellow and green. They act just like trees and shade the people from the glaring hot rays of the sun up ahead. I turn my head oh and up ahead to the rocky green hills, like little grey soldiers marching up the Greenland in command of their king the huge grey boulder upon the high tops of the mountain of whom I could see.

And now I move across the water and place my feet in. Ahhhhhh the water is as cool as the ice it may have originally been. I lay down and put on my sunglasses and stare upon the sweet blue sky. The white creamy clouds they wave at me oh as they ride upon the openness of the great blue sky. Oh, I so do wonder, are they also grand white houses who carry a king of the sky across the great vast sky.

I lay there in greater peace as the smells of the beach appeal to me. Ahhhhh and there I lay as I close my eyes and let the beach consume me and leave me in greater peace. And I don’t let the troubles of the world trouble me as I lay on the great gold beach.

Kamdyous

The following text is not a poem or a story but an outline synopsis from a DVD cover I worked on for my GCSE year 11 Media Studies coursework. I hope to maybe make some short extracts of the character’s perspective of events some time, maybe in the next book.

Stark Drake, Mark Bradle and Scarlet Flair are the last standing survivors of the newly formed Kamdyous, a team made under UIS (Ultra Intelligence Service,) (Equivalent of M16 or CIA) to fight supernatural, extraterrestrial, monster etc threats to Planet Earth. Kamdyous is split into three divisions (Alpha, Beta and Charlie) and all three division recruits had just finished training when they were attacked by a mysterious force. The recruits disappeared with no trace and only one from each division remained. Michael Blake the chief of Kamdyous (Survived but in a mysterious location) assigns the three remaining members of his team on a mission. He tells them that they are currently the only three survivors of the apocalyptic attack in America that he knows, everyone else has either disappeared or have been captured and placed in a secret location. Zombaliens have invaded the earth and infected the planet. With the majority of America and Africa have been invaded the Zombalines move on to Australia and Europe. Two of the biggest continents have fallen and the rest, including the people who reside there, will surely follow but the Earth still has hope with America’s last standing recruits. With only the assistance from Micheal and no other organisation like the UIS Stark, Mark and Scarlet must rely on their skills and training to get to the epicentre of the invasion where the Cheif Zombalian has placed his main warship and infiltrate it and save humanity from the walking dead extraterrestrial l threat.

Below is the original synopsis.

I will be writing this story through short