Corruck Kazen
Time is the Essence
Greetings all, some of you may recognize me, though probably most will not and I do not blame you. I have been somewhat quiet outside of the RP aspect of this site.
I have started this thread to ask others what they think of my writing: how I could improve it, where I really need help, if my style tweaking, etc.
For those of you who have read the posts I have made with my IC characters, any suggestions into how to make the characters more real or where my writing needs work would be appreciated.
I also started this thread to see what other people think of a book I am working on. I will, hopefully, be cranking out a chapter every now and then and then post it here for people to critique. I do not know much about writing, aside from the generic grammar rules and what not. So I would like to have help with establishing a good measuring stick.
Thanks!
Prelude
Flashing, burning in the eyes. He couldn’t think, his brain felt like it was falling apart. He couldn’t tell if his eyes were open or closed, there was always the incessant red spots and bright white light. His world was fading into darkness, nothing to stop it. He needed to break free, his hands thrashed at the invisible enemy. A cold grip came across him, he felt his arms restricted to his sides, he couldn’t move. His brain burned harder; letting out a scream he felt that this was it. His death imminent, he saw stars, the red overwhelmed the white and all went dark.Then, a voice, distant and almost unheard, drifted into the darkness. That darkness that threatened to swallow his insignificant existence. He was lost in a sea of pitch, with a sky of night. His moon was new and stars were dead. His mind could not handle it and created images of light and a past that he couldn’t remember. His identity slowly slipped into the darkness, he was faceless, without memory. His mind was dark, with nothing left to see. The voice continued speaking, the words unrecognizable. His thoughts, pure emotion rather than words, skimmed across the darkness of the sea. What was this voice? Who was speaking? What was it saying? Why was it speaking? His mind asked without curiosity. Emotions had disappeared; he did not care truly what was around him, who he was, or what that voice was trying to say. He couldn’t think in words, the thoughts were empty, along with his being.
Suddenly, the pain returned. The black world around him was lit with the intensity of the sun. His mind withered under the intense blaze. He tried to escape back into the darkness, but it was nowhere to be found. Was this to be his life? Unending alteration between pure agony and the darkness of solitude. He wished it were not so, but it could only be that. Would he ever no relief? His mind was filled with dread as it said the answer was no.
Without warning the pain ceased, and he felt his mind return to the bonds of his body. The words he had heard during his pain returned. However, this time he could discern the words. He realized his mind was thinking in words rather than emotions. The words seemed to echo in his ears as he listened. “Hold on… only temporary… temporal turbulence…” He could tell whoever was talking was insane or otherwise losing coherence. The words the man began to spoke made no sense.
His heavy eyes opened, only to see what appeared to be the white pain that had existed before. He did not understand, surely he had left that. Then his eyes began to focus, the white became a silvery grey and lines appeared in the uniform brightness. His head rolled down and he saw the rest of his body, held in some sort of restraint. He did not understand, but then it made sense. He could not move his arms before because of this. He tried to lift his head, but he was too tired, it felt as if it were made of lead. His muscles screamed for relief as he tried twice, thrice, before at last giving up. His eyes closed again and darkness once again enveloped him.
His next memory was that of lying down. The room was dimmed; at least he thought it was a room. His head fell to the left, which fortunately allowed him to see the rest of the room. Others were in here too. He couldn’t see much of them. Only that they appeared to be sleeping, or so the rhythmic rising and lowering of their chests would indicate. He tried to remember how he got here, but the pain returned as he did so. He couldn’t remember anything before the pain. He felt himself slipping back into the fatigue that wore so heavily on him. He fought to keep his eyes open, but they slowly sank shut. He sank into blackness.
The next time his eyes opened, he felt great quakes all about. He didn’t understand this, everything shook. He tried to tell his body to stand, but nothing happened. He willed with all his might for his arms to obey his mental commands, to no avail. He was still lying there, in what he assumed was a bed...a bed, where did that memory come from? That thought sparked pain in his mind, as if it were somehow connected to before all the pain of earlier. He tried to unravel the knots of lost memories, trying desperately to find out who he was and why he was here. But nothing happened. Then he felt his body losing balance, even on a bed…more pain. Then he watched with eyes only slits as his body rolled off the bed and fell to the floor with a thud. Pain surged up and down his body.
As if broken out of a trance, his arms moved to his head. The pain was so much. Then he realized he had control. He told his legs to move… nothing. He began crawling with only his arms. Each movement using all his mental control, each moment filled with a potent mixture of searing pain and terror. The world continued to vibrate around him, even spin. He came to a door… another thought and another prickling pain. It slid open as his hand moved to rest against it.
He soon found himself in a hallway… the third memory and third pain, each one growing less severe. His arms pulled him slowly forward, but now he had two ways to go. His mind was too numb to make a guess. He began moving to the right and as he moved, his eyes went dark again. The next time they opened he found himself in a new room, it had people… the pain was barely more than a prickle, moving around and yelling at each other. He felt the room continue to shake, more violently than before. One of the people turned towards him, the person was strange to him. The man had longer hair that looked more like strands of web. It flowed with an elegance that was beyond his understanding as he walked to him. The man seemed to be concerned and angry. A hand lifted his face as the man said something. “We are… crash…Remember your identity…only way to live.”
Without warning, a sound of metal being rent from itself was heard. A large opening appeared in the wall behind the man. The metallic silver was broken by a strange blackness surrounded by small string like things. He didn’t understand, but he found it beautiful. Then there was a final loud crash and the world around him disappeared and his mind ceased to think.