Since I'm unemployed at the moment...

[cn_the_impaler]

I need to get caught up on my writing. My original fiction, if at all possible. But I have such a hard time getting started. So you, the three or four people who read this, are going to inspire me.

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November 2, continued.

[cn_the_impaler]

I let her drag me until the black becomes grey, becomes white. Evil, burning white that my eyes have never had to deal with (I don't remember the first light until I wake up), and it blinds me again, but only for a moment. Then I become aware of my surrounding, and the living things watching me, attracted by the fight. From the brief glances I get of my own flesh, I am human-shaped. Nothing else is. There are a few not-quite human faces; one of the watchers is one of the six-eyed things from before, and other than being warped to hold four extra eyes and a strong set of jaws, the face is human. But the creature is intangible heat and light forming six burning wings and four arms attached to a body like a Chinese dragon, ending in two more powerful taloned legs instead of a tail. Six eyes, six wings, six limbs. It recoils from me, and suddenly I hate it. I don't fear it at all, I just want to kill the monster so very badly, but not as badly as I want to kill the thing I'm still toying with. She's even uglier to me, and more hated because she knew where I was and left me there to rot alone. So I crush her body with a single motion. Horror fills me instantly, but my sorrow at having killed my mother/creator is overcome by my hate for her and everything like her. All I want to do is kill more of them. I move forward to face the dragon thing...

And that's where I woke up. I've been wondering if there's a reason I woke up at that point. Did I lose? Die?

But that's not the bothersome thing about this vision. All the visions I've had so far that I've been able to check have put me in the memories of people that do or did actually exist, or else have me as a silent witness to events that actually happed or soon will. In some cases, there've been slight inconsistancies with the real events, but nothing that couldn't be explained by the memory I was seeing being faulty, the account I'd read being faulty, or me seeing a version of events where things went or will happen slightly differently.

What the hell was up with this one?

~Greg

Re: November 2, continued.

[celesma]

Wow, that was awesome! Thank you~ I really liked how surreal the descriptions were, and how you kept things vague while managing to convey complex ideas. It would be interesting to find out more about the person who keeps having these visions.