My great big LJ purge: Plus some writing.
I decided to turn this livejournal account into purely creative writing stuff.
That being said, earlier, my friend Laura suggested I write a short story. I completely will blow the deadline, and I just have no way of meeting the goals.
Thus, I'll post what little I'll have here, and just add a little bit to it over various entries over time.
This seems like a better use of my LJ, rather than life stuff that nobody (least of all myself) cares about.
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The train ride was fairly comfortable and Eron was able to stretch out in the seat and shut his eyes for the duration. Not many people would travel the direction he was heading, but then again, that was the point. He planned to travel for the rest of his life and he enjoyed Worldwalking.
He wasn't traveling to another universe, dimension, or reality this time however, he was speeding towards one of the failed experiments of the Amalgam. Worldwalkers had an incredible gift, and being able to twist and shape the Aether to replicate other worlds locally was astounding to even the ones who actively performed that duty. Eron never managed to form his own world in the Amalgam, as his rank was far too low. Instead, his carefully recorded observations and tellings were often handed to another party, and as always something was lost in translation. Eron would always cite one example in particular: his fascination with dinosaurs.
He'd stumbled into a world full of them, full of such variety, he theorized that it was an alternate timeline to a world called Earth that did not suffer a massive extinction. Naturally Eron studied these creatures with an unmatched fervor and brought his results back to the capital. He turned in his documents and was shocked to find out that a month later the wolrdbuilders had lost the notes to the Velociraptors and simply duplicated Deinonychus's design. It took a week for Eron to get that sorted and introduce Velociraptors to the dinosaur lands.
“Train's a stoppin'.”
Eron felt the car lurch forward slowly as the engineer stepped past him, shouting further information.
“This is the last stop before we cross the Deadlands. Everyone off who is getting' off.”
Eron rose from the seat and stepped into the aisle, the few other patrons in the car looked at him with odd and disbelieving expressions that he failed to notice.
The engineer turned towards him and nodded.
“The next train will be here in about a week's time. Best of luck to you, Worldwalker.”
Eron nodded back and exited the car. He stepped onto the loading area outside of the train. It was dusty, dirty and made of wood. It reminded him of the old west. As he approached the end of the loading area, he noticed there was no one around. It didn't come as a shock that the train left nearly instantly as soon as it had arrived. Nobody around here traveled much, and visitors were a rarity.
He made his way from the train station to the visitor center. Every town in the Amalgam had one. With such varying worlds, cultures, species and even physical laws spread throughout, there was a need to get visitors up to speed and provide a start point for their explorations of lands they may never have been to.
Except this vistors center was closed.
It didn't come as much of a shock. What use was one in a land where nobody ever visited? He looked around the door and found a paper with some common scrawled on it:
AT THE BAR RIGHT NOW
MEET ME THERE
Eron adjusted the bag strap on his shoulder and began walking into town.