posted on Jun, 23 2016 @ 11:52 AM
May as well post this now. Started working on the continuation of my story, though it's still very rough and very subject to change hence not being
colored text. The paragraphs are incomplete and from random points throughout the update that I started working on for a whim, they might not even be
in the correct order.
~Morning. Birds chirping in the trees, wind whispering through the leaves. Last night's dream fades from my mind.
My house, my property, it looks like something from a fairy tale, a once great manor fallen to ruin by neglect. Dark, imperial, looming against the
grey sky. Even so disfigured it had a sort of grotesque beauty. No one had lived here in seventeen years until recently. Even now it was just me.
Left without mercy to the ravages of time, reclaimed by nature so quickly, uncut grass grew long to caress its weathered walls. The stone paths became
broken by spreading roots, and the flowers were choked by weeds.
I suppose I am extraordinarily lucky. My situation is something most people would long for, envy, strive for, and yet never reach. Work for me is
unnecessary, I am permitted to do what I want. Effort for me is unnecessary, there is no chance of failure. There is no chance of success. Locked
alone outside the flow of fate, my life is an unchanging point, not a line. Not a story.
In the end, I decided on Helel. Perhaps it was foolish or frivolous of me to take the ancient Hebrew name of Lucifer, but the brilliant white star
upon his forehead would not permit me any other choice. It was simply all I could think of.~
I won't be saying specifically where we are and will typically be referring to places in an ambiguous fashion (e.g. "the town," "the city,") but I'd
suppose it will be somewhat of a blend between the US and England with perhaps some occasional Japanese, Australian, and whatever influences thrown in
as well. It does take place on our planet Earth as I'm not going into total fantasy land (at least not yet) in the modern day, but the specific
area of the protagonist is sort of like a limbo zone that doesn't exist in our world, but does in his. Essentially, he could travel to a New
York exactly like our New York, but one of our New Yorkers couldn't travel to his city.