Chapter 1: Joining the Royal Guard

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Gentle light creeps over the horizon as the sun begins to rise, seeping into a nearby barn’s red wooden grain walls. The holes within the wood start to give a gentle golden glow to the inside of the barn bouncing around the piles of hay, the light starts to extend even further inside the barn until finally greeting a man near the top of one of the hay piles.

TESTING LINKS UNTIL I CAN WRITE, BLOODY HELL BRAIN WHY WON’T YOU PUT THE THING INTO WORDS FOR ME

PUTTING SCRAPPED VERSION HERE AS PLACEHOLDER TILL I CAN THINK OF HOW TO WRITE IT

(ORIGINAL ONE I SCRAPPED)

Running for long distances is hard for most people, maybe even walking for a long distance would also be considered hard after a while, but again that is for most people. I have never felt that running for days on end with no rest in-between to be hard, even Continue reading “Chapter 1: Joining the Royal Guard” →

Why I must write now.

I kept telling myself I was never meant to write about things that consist of my feelings or of my dreams. Never to write works of fantasy, write about worlds grasped by chaos, or even my personal feelings. I and the other “I’s”, always kept telling me that it wasn’t going to be something anyone would want to read. I even now think that no one will ever read my works, so I will keep having the thoughts to stop a project and let the people in the world die off, to never have conclusion that they deserve. I put them away into the back of mind to play out the story that they would of or could have gone through, the struggles that they would endure and ultimately the hate that they would have for me after I tear their world apart from things that must happen to them, but I am slowly realizing, as such I am writing this out, that without putting it down on paper, the emotions of the characters slowly get distorted by my fragile mind. They start to take a different path than I originally wanted them to take; they aren’t going towards the light at the end of a long journey that, through an unwelcomed amount of hardship, I had originally planned. These characters are just stopping the journey and just not wanting to go forward, the hard ship I was putting them through was too much and they ultimate just give up and start looking forward to death. This was never meant to happen to these characters, these souls. They were meant to succeed where I couldn’t in life. The path taken was going to be hard for them, but in time they would get stronger through this hardship, wither they wanted to or at least die the hero I always saw them as, with a legend that other people could never hope to become. I realized that maybe keeping them lock in the dark recesses of my mind might have broken them from actually going forward. So I, to keep them from becoming like me, must write the stories I tell myself to keep me from going insane from all the darkness shrouding me, I must make it so they go on the journey to become the hero that can endure what I myself couldn’t. I can’t keep them trapped within the darkness like this, because this darkness will and has whittled away their dreams. I have to give them a way out and the only way I can do that is give them a goal to work towards, and so I will give them the only thing I can think of; A story written, even with no one ever going to read it, but at least a way out for them. I might be in the darkness, yet I wish them a happiness I will never obtain, a happiness that will make it worth living for.

(Dropped)

This is the first chapter of a series that I am currently Writing. Sorry to say, but I have to drop Sword Reincarnation, because it isn’t really good for the first chapter as well as it is to complicated for me to actually write as my first novel. I also wish for this newest web novel to be easier on me as I work 50-70 hours a week. This first chapter isn’t completed yet, but I wanted to post it to get a little critique before I start editing it and finishing the chapter. I don’t normally get a chance to write because of work but I hope this is better than my first post.

“Cix it is time to wake up.”

Hearing the shout from the door I open my eyes slightly. On the nightstand closest to the door, I can see my vine covered clock’s hands about to turn over to being five ‘o’ clock. Closing my eyes I go back to sleep, or at least I tried to when a banging on my door woke me entirely from my slumber.

“Cix I will count to ten and if you are not unlocking this door by the time I am done, I’ll have Alfred break it down again, one!”

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(DROPPED)

While looking out of my car side window my excitement begins to show as I start to wiggle in my car seat. Outside my window I see our new home after an hour of driving. I knew it was our new home because it was bright blue just like the pictures my parents showed me last week. It had two stories and I was told hundreds of rooms for me to run around and play in. The yard was as far as my little eyes could see and it had a giant green shed right outside as well. My daddy is going to store all his tools for wood making. He promised me he would make me a nutcracker for Christmas, he even said he was going to paint it this time too, but I know that he just sends it to Santa and has the elves paint it. He looks up towards the mirror and begins to slow down.

“Look Bzzzt our new home. Your mom and I just know you will love it here.”

I spring open my eyes and try to figure out what is going on. Where am I and why am I on the floor? Dust is everywhere and I can’t seem to move. I see something vaguely in front of me and realize that it is the old hoe in the rotten shed. What was I doing in the shed? My eyes slowly begin to close again.

Today my friends from preschool had come over. We played all day in the backyard and around the barn. I was the seeker and found each and every one of them. They don’t come over often because of how far away from the city we live, but I do love it when they do. It was time for them to go now and Mommy said I have to say goodbye. I started to wave at the other children as they climb into their parents vehicles. It is going to be sad all alone here by myself again.

“We’ll come visit again Bzzzt. Bye Mr. and Mrs. Bzzzzzt.”

Well they always do come to visit us so I can stand being lonely for just a little while longer. My Mommy starts talking with Daddy. Continue reading “(DROPPED)” →