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So I've started writing a story/book. It's just been this idea I've had for a couple of years and have just started devoting time to it. It definitely needs work, but this is just what I have now. Comments/suggestions are loved and welcome.
Preface
This dream. This dream was unlike any other I’ve ever had before. It was vivid and alive, pulling me away from reality and more into my subconsecse.
I opened my eyes to find myself in a picturesque canyon. The rocks looked ancient, grey, and cold. My whole surrounding felt distant and sad. The clouds above me looked stormy and angry. The whole atmosphere seemed unsettling.
I wasn’t alone. There were people, or at least they reminded me of people, all around me. They whispered amongst themselves and pointed at me. This I didn’t understand. Some were beyond beauty with a glow about them, while the others were attractive, but in an evil way.
I stared back at them, aware of my human ugliness. I saw I was in my raggedy pjs; a worn white tank top and blue plaid boxer shorts. I had no make-up on and my hair was a messy mop of curls. I felt my face flush in embarrassment around these beautiful creatures. These creatures with the glow about them wore white silk clothing incrested with gold broaches and gold in their hair. The ‘evil’ creatures, while still very attractive, wore very provocative outfits.
From behind me I suddenly heard a man scream for his life. I quickly turned around to see a handsome young man lying on the ground. Blood was trickling from the corner of this bottom lip. Two older men stood on either side of him, they both held a long spear and a heavy shield.
As soon as the boy appeared the whole mob of creatures erupted. Some were hollering and booing, while others were crying out in sadness. The evil ones seemed excited to see the boy in pain; they scratched and clawed to get a closer look at his torment. The ones that glowed cried and wept in sorrow.
Then, the two older men brought the young man to his feet and started dragging him through the crowd. The noise around me grew more intense, I couldn’t hear myself think. All around me I heard shrieking and laughter. As the boy was drug by me, he lifted his head and looked right at me.
His eyes were so intense, so wild. It was as if his life force pulsated through his eyes. They were a very light brown, almost amber in color. It was as if he was trying to reach out to me with his eyes; as if he knew me and was calling out my name. I wanted to reach out to him, to comfort him.
I reached out my hand just as he was jerked away, through the crowd. I followed the two men and boy. The creatures allowed this too. They parted as they saw us coming and I followed this parade of pain. As I passed, I saw the creatures whispering and pointing. But the horribly loud noise still rang in my ears.
The prosecution was long. I never thought I would see so many of these creatures. Soon I saw, above the crowd, a great light. As we drew closer, I could feel a surge of energy and a giant presence weighing down on me. The air grew powerful. The creatures turned away from the prosecution; their attention was now toward the light. I could see now that we were coming up on a set of stairs. The light seemed to be coming from atop of the stairs. It became more intense as we approached. The presence I felt grew heavier. I noticed that I was beginning to have a hard time breathing.
The young man was thrown in front of the stairs. He was on his hands and knees, his head bent in shame. The older men stood guard on either side of the young man; their shields raised high and their spears blocking any escape routes the man might take. I stood behind the three men, looking at the poor young one, wanting to just take him in my arms and protect him.
I started to reach my hand out to young man when a giant booming voice echoed in the canyon. It shook my very being; making my bones rattle and my stomach tighten in knots with fear. I looked around trying to find where the voice was coming from, but all I saw were the creatures looking toward the light. I did the same, but all I could see was the same blinding light from atop the stairs.
“Ian, my son,” the voice boomed, “You have sinned in the eyes of the Lord. You have committed sins of unthinkable standards. The Lord has spoken; you will live out the rest of your life as one of the Fallen on earth and then damned to Hell upon your death.”
I stared at the young man. Putting two and two together, I figured out that this man was no mortal, but an angel. I was frozen in mid motion; my arm still reached out toward him, my face had a horrified look on it. All around myself, I heard wails of sadness and whoops of excitement. The noise became deafening. Some sounded as if they were beginning to chant in a language I didn’t understand.
My head felt as if it was spinning. My mind couldn’t take in everything that was happening around me. My vision began to become fuzzy and my ears started to numb from the over zealous of noise.
Soon I was back into the blackness of a deep thoughtless sleep.
Chapter 1
How are you supposed to love someone when you can’t get another out of your head? I’ve been trying to figure this out since I first met him.
He came into my life out of no where and changed my whole perspective on the world. He was unlike any other guy I had met. He was too wise for his age; too mature, too intense. He talked as if he had seen the whole world in his 19 years of life.
I met him while I was sitting on a park bench. I was reading my literature book for English class when he walked up to me. He looked distraught, dirty, and out of place, but he was so unearthly beautiful. His chest was heaving as if he had been running for hours. He was shirtless and shoeless. All he had on where a pair of grungy, worn jeans. They looked as if he had grabbed them out of a dumpster. Even through the dirt and grime caked on his face, he made me stop everything I was doing.
[his presence alone was overwhelming]
His eyes are what caught my attention first. They were so cold and contemplative. I couldn’t tell what color they were at this point. His head was hung, his damp hair covering his face.
“Are you okay?” I asked when I saw him.
He looked up at me. His face read of pain, betrayal, and stress. I stared back. I’m not sure how I looked, but I knew how I felt; scared, concerned, and helpless. He never said a word, just kept staring at me, and studying me.
As if he was kicked from behind, he dropped to his knees in front of me. He braced himself with his hands on the ground so that he didn’t fall. His hair covered his face shamefully again. He looked as if he were begging me for his life.
I watched him in bewilderment. I didn’t know whether to run away screaming about some psycho or help the poor guy. I was leaning toward helping him; I felt compassion for him.
“Are you okay?” I asked again. This time I placed my hand softly on his head.
As soon as we touched I felt a shock go through my body. I wasn’t like an electrical static shock; this was sheer power radiating through my body. It felt as if all his energy had been shot through me. But it didn’t hurt, there was no pain involved.
He must have felt it as well, because his head shot up to look at me. This time, I had a perfect view of his eyes. They were a deep blue. The blue you see in the sky right before the Sun’s last ray of light leaves Earth.
He shook his head to my question. It was slow and deliberate.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. At this point I think I would have done anything for him.
He finally spoke to me. His voice was deep, but the same time, light and airy. The distortion was incredible. He simply said, “I want to go home.”
Preface
This dream. This dream was unlike any other I’ve ever had before. It was vivid and alive, pulling me away from reality and more into my subconsecse.
I opened my eyes to find myself in a picturesque canyon. The rocks looked ancient, grey, and cold. My whole surrounding felt distant and sad. The clouds above me looked stormy and angry. The whole atmosphere seemed unsettling.
I wasn’t alone. There were people, or at least they reminded me of people, all around me. They whispered amongst themselves and pointed at me. This I didn’t understand. Some were beyond beauty with a glow about them, while the others were attractive, but in an evil way.
I stared back at them, aware of my human ugliness. I saw I was in my raggedy pjs; a worn white tank top and blue plaid boxer shorts. I had no make-up on and my hair was a messy mop of curls. I felt my face flush in embarrassment around these beautiful creatures. These creatures with the glow about them wore white silk clothing incrested with gold broaches and gold in their hair. The ‘evil’ creatures, while still very attractive, wore very provocative outfits.
From behind me I suddenly heard a man scream for his life. I quickly turned around to see a handsome young man lying on the ground. Blood was trickling from the corner of this bottom lip. Two older men stood on either side of him, they both held a long spear and a heavy shield.
As soon as the boy appeared the whole mob of creatures erupted. Some were hollering and booing, while others were crying out in sadness. The evil ones seemed excited to see the boy in pain; they scratched and clawed to get a closer look at his torment. The ones that glowed cried and wept in sorrow.
Then, the two older men brought the young man to his feet and started dragging him through the crowd. The noise around me grew more intense, I couldn’t hear myself think. All around me I heard shrieking and laughter. As the boy was drug by me, he lifted his head and looked right at me.
His eyes were so intense, so wild. It was as if his life force pulsated through his eyes. They were a very light brown, almost amber in color. It was as if he was trying to reach out to me with his eyes; as if he knew me and was calling out my name. I wanted to reach out to him, to comfort him.
I reached out my hand just as he was jerked away, through the crowd. I followed the two men and boy. The creatures allowed this too. They parted as they saw us coming and I followed this parade of pain. As I passed, I saw the creatures whispering and pointing. But the horribly loud noise still rang in my ears.
The prosecution was long. I never thought I would see so many of these creatures. Soon I saw, above the crowd, a great light. As we drew closer, I could feel a surge of energy and a giant presence weighing down on me. The air grew powerful. The creatures turned away from the prosecution; their attention was now toward the light. I could see now that we were coming up on a set of stairs. The light seemed to be coming from atop of the stairs. It became more intense as we approached. The presence I felt grew heavier. I noticed that I was beginning to have a hard time breathing.
The young man was thrown in front of the stairs. He was on his hands and knees, his head bent in shame. The older men stood guard on either side of the young man; their shields raised high and their spears blocking any escape routes the man might take. I stood behind the three men, looking at the poor young one, wanting to just take him in my arms and protect him.
I started to reach my hand out to young man when a giant booming voice echoed in the canyon. It shook my very being; making my bones rattle and my stomach tighten in knots with fear. I looked around trying to find where the voice was coming from, but all I saw were the creatures looking toward the light. I did the same, but all I could see was the same blinding light from atop the stairs.
“Ian, my son,” the voice boomed, “You have sinned in the eyes of the Lord. You have committed sins of unthinkable standards. The Lord has spoken; you will live out the rest of your life as one of the Fallen on earth and then damned to Hell upon your death.”
I stared at the young man. Putting two and two together, I figured out that this man was no mortal, but an angel. I was frozen in mid motion; my arm still reached out toward him, my face had a horrified look on it. All around myself, I heard wails of sadness and whoops of excitement. The noise became deafening. Some sounded as if they were beginning to chant in a language I didn’t understand.
My head felt as if it was spinning. My mind couldn’t take in everything that was happening around me. My vision began to become fuzzy and my ears started to numb from the over zealous of noise.
Soon I was back into the blackness of a deep thoughtless sleep.
Chapter 1
How are you supposed to love someone when you can’t get another out of your head? I’ve been trying to figure this out since I first met him.
He came into my life out of no where and changed my whole perspective on the world. He was unlike any other guy I had met. He was too wise for his age; too mature, too intense. He talked as if he had seen the whole world in his 19 years of life.
I met him while I was sitting on a park bench. I was reading my literature book for English class when he walked up to me. He looked distraught, dirty, and out of place, but he was so unearthly beautiful. His chest was heaving as if he had been running for hours. He was shirtless and shoeless. All he had on where a pair of grungy, worn jeans. They looked as if he had grabbed them out of a dumpster. Even through the dirt and grime caked on his face, he made me stop everything I was doing.
[his presence alone was overwhelming]
His eyes are what caught my attention first. They were so cold and contemplative. I couldn’t tell what color they were at this point. His head was hung, his damp hair covering his face.
“Are you okay?” I asked when I saw him.
He looked up at me. His face read of pain, betrayal, and stress. I stared back. I’m not sure how I looked, but I knew how I felt; scared, concerned, and helpless. He never said a word, just kept staring at me, and studying me.
As if he was kicked from behind, he dropped to his knees in front of me. He braced himself with his hands on the ground so that he didn’t fall. His hair covered his face shamefully again. He looked as if he were begging me for his life.
I watched him in bewilderment. I didn’t know whether to run away screaming about some psycho or help the poor guy. I was leaning toward helping him; I felt compassion for him.
“Are you okay?” I asked again. This time I placed my hand softly on his head.
As soon as we touched I felt a shock go through my body. I wasn’t like an electrical static shock; this was sheer power radiating through my body. It felt as if all his energy had been shot through me. But it didn’t hurt, there was no pain involved.
He must have felt it as well, because his head shot up to look at me. This time, I had a perfect view of his eyes. They were a deep blue. The blue you see in the sky right before the Sun’s last ray of light leaves Earth.
He shook his head to my question. It was slow and deliberate.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. At this point I think I would have done anything for him.
He finally spoke to me. His voice was deep, but the same time, light and airy. The distortion was incredible. He simply said, “I want to go home.”