2I don't know if I really understand how to write a real story. I have trouble finishing them because I usually feel, after some time, that they are not worth reading or writing. This story just came to me. Unlike all the others, I hope that with this story I will find a way to finish it.
I will have to dedicate this story to books and all the authors who write them. They are my inspiration. So here's my story. I hope you will enjoy and if not feel free to review with any suggestions.
Prologue
In the darkness he/she/it steadily slithered/walked/crawled forward. He/she had no destination, never had a purpose nor ever had a goal. He/she had no name. He/she/it did not need one. No emotion/love/anger/sadness had ever been part of its existence or nonexistence. So it did not care that it had never seen light, had never tasted/felt/touched/heard, nor felt sadness at the absence of these things. It had always just moved forward/back without a thought and without a feeling. Then, in a moment/an eternity ago, it/he/she encountered something its path. It/he/she did not stop, nor did it slow. It/he/she did not know how.
If it/he/she had knowledge, or even its/his/her own thoughts and feelings, it/he/she might have gone around this thing. But it did not have these so it did not know too. When it/he/she touched this thing, for the first time it/he/she felt and knew. It/he/she had become HE. Infect HE now had a name, Cole. HE like this name; knew it suited him. HE also had a body. Unlike what he was before, this had shape, hands, feet, chest, mouth, nose, ears and even eyes. HE experimented, and tested. HIS hands touched felt…clothing/cloth/wool/warmth? His chest …heart…body allowed breath...eating…taste. HIS mouth felt…dry? He could smell…fire…smoke…something burning. He used his eyes and he could see that his cloths…pants…jacket…shirt… shoes…were all nearly burnt away. These things made him happy, to be able to see for the first time was a wander…
'See?' HE thought," How can I see?' Before this he had never 'seen' nor 'saw' anything in his existence. All HE had ever known was darkness.
"How can I see" he repeated the question to himself hoping, yes hoping a thing he had never done before, that the answer would come to him. It did.
'LIGHT,' HE realized, 'you need light to see.' But there had never been light here before, nor any other thing.
'There must be a place were these things are coming from, a source.' It was then that he saw it. A few feet ahead of him, was a door. He knew lengths of measurement now, both distance and time. Suddenly a new emotion bombarded him. He did not like this one. It felt like fear… despair. HE knew then that he must get to that door. That if ever the door was closed he would be stuck HERE, in the darkness. Unlike before when HE was it/he/her and had felt nothing, HE would know all. HE would be alone…afraid…angry…hopeless…and in darkness forever and eternity. The door begun to close
"No" he whispered not moving, "NO!" he took one step then two. Then, he was running. What was once a few feet became yards, then yards became miles. His new body begun too experience pain, fatigued, yet still he ran. He did not make it. The door shut and the light was gone.
Franticly he felt around the darkness with his hands. He could feel nothing but DARKNESS and cold. Then as if to tease him his hand fell upon the closed door. Its solidity keeping from him what he most wanted yet also in the darkness providing him proof that there was something other then DARKNESS.
It was then, as his mind begun to slip into the darkness of despair that his franticly searching hands felt a ledge…crack. The door had not been fully shut. He knew then that he had a chance. When he had been it/he/her he had no purpose. Now as a man…human he would have purpose. HE had a goal to leave this place…darkness…this prison. HE WOULD GET OUT. He would wait for days…months...years; HE would wait an eternity. Here there was no other goal, no other proposes. Griping the small edge he pulled and scratched till his hands bleed. For an eternity HE hoped, cried, angered and he despaired. Until, at last, the door begun to open.
Any thoughts or comments on this work are appreciated. Thanks for reading. New chapters will be posted soon
-M T Soul-