Souls - Chapter 1: Smoke in the Distance
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saladloveWhat the heck I'm actually writing? I'm just as shocked as some of you probably are.
But look! A series! That's likely gonna be updated daily!! I hope I keep this motivation.
This is actually the story I'm writing for Camp NaNoWriMo. My goal is 25k words right now. First chapter's a little over 600 words, but it will hopefully pick up in the future.
She thought she was in bed.
It took all of her returning strength to open her eyes, and she was immediately blinded by the fading rays of dusk. Her senses still numb from what felt like an eternity of darkness, she rested for a little longer. She moved her arms on the ground around her. Dirt. Roots. But something nestled itself beneath her head that gave her a crick in her neck. Something large.
She tried once again to open her eyes. Slowly, she adjusted herself to the view. Branches fancied with green, swaying leaves leaned into her vision. They could be seen warmer, but the fleeting light of the sun grew dimmer as it set below the forest. The sky that peaked at her through to canopy contrasted a dark blue.
Finally, eyes wide open, she started to sit up. Her muscles ached in disuse, and she breathed heavily when she fully sat up. She woke up among the roots of a tree to her right, but the package her head rested on intrigued her the most.
The case was blue- the same shade of blue as the dusk sky. Despite sitting among dirty leaves, it was clean spare for the faded, illegible, golden words on top. It felt soft to the touch, yet its seams were tightly bound by black rubber. Two black straps were on either side of the case to hold, and from end to end ran a thick, black strap meant to be slung over a shoulder. The rectangular box fascinated her.
Shakily, she tried standing up. Her first attempt didn’t go well. She fell back down heaving, but the second time, she gripped the roots to pull herself onto her feet, and then she finally elevated herself. Her legs wobbled like mad, but she stood. She turned her head around the forest clearing, wondering where she could walk to. She settled on the nearest tree.
When she had arrived at her final destination, excitement enthralled her. She looked back to where she originally stood by the blue case, and from there, she could see through the tops of the trees and where the sun sank out of view. A blazing orange line ran across the horizon, but the light fanned green throughout the atmosphere. What a beautiful sight.
She could see! Was that smoke in the distance she saw? Who knew! She could hear! There goes a bird right now. Its song called out into the growing darkness of the sky. She ran her hands up the sleeves of torn cloth. How wonderful it was to feel again!
She was free.
She let out a holler. Her voice cracked in disuse. How nice it was to speak again. She did a dance and jumped back to the tree where she woke up. When she got there, her leg collapsed beneath her. She didn’t care as she lied flat on her back staring up into the darkening canopy. Breathing in, she sat up again and looked up and to her left. On a second inspection, she realized she was right. Black clouds billowed in the distance. Despite the growing dusk, the smoke fought to be visible, and she could smell it too. Oh boy could she smell it, but smell did not give her as much satisfaction or joy as did seeing, hearing, and feeling. Why was that? Why was there smoke billowing in the distance?
She looked down at the blue case. What was it? Why was it there?
All the sudden, her conscious mind dropped.
Why did she feel so free? Why was she there?
Who am I?
But look! A series! That's likely gonna be updated daily!! I hope I keep this motivation.
This is actually the story I'm writing for Camp NaNoWriMo. My goal is 25k words right now. First chapter's a little over 600 words, but it will hopefully pick up in the future.
She thought she was in bed.
It took all of her returning strength to open her eyes, and she was immediately blinded by the fading rays of dusk. Her senses still numb from what felt like an eternity of darkness, she rested for a little longer. She moved her arms on the ground around her. Dirt. Roots. But something nestled itself beneath her head that gave her a crick in her neck. Something large.
She tried once again to open her eyes. Slowly, she adjusted herself to the view. Branches fancied with green, swaying leaves leaned into her vision. They could be seen warmer, but the fleeting light of the sun grew dimmer as it set below the forest. The sky that peaked at her through to canopy contrasted a dark blue.
Finally, eyes wide open, she started to sit up. Her muscles ached in disuse, and she breathed heavily when she fully sat up. She woke up among the roots of a tree to her right, but the package her head rested on intrigued her the most.
The case was blue- the same shade of blue as the dusk sky. Despite sitting among dirty leaves, it was clean spare for the faded, illegible, golden words on top. It felt soft to the touch, yet its seams were tightly bound by black rubber. Two black straps were on either side of the case to hold, and from end to end ran a thick, black strap meant to be slung over a shoulder. The rectangular box fascinated her.
Shakily, she tried standing up. Her first attempt didn’t go well. She fell back down heaving, but the second time, she gripped the roots to pull herself onto her feet, and then she finally elevated herself. Her legs wobbled like mad, but she stood. She turned her head around the forest clearing, wondering where she could walk to. She settled on the nearest tree.
When she had arrived at her final destination, excitement enthralled her. She looked back to where she originally stood by the blue case, and from there, she could see through the tops of the trees and where the sun sank out of view. A blazing orange line ran across the horizon, but the light fanned green throughout the atmosphere. What a beautiful sight.
She could see! Was that smoke in the distance she saw? Who knew! She could hear! There goes a bird right now. Its song called out into the growing darkness of the sky. She ran her hands up the sleeves of torn cloth. How wonderful it was to feel again!
She was free.
She let out a holler. Her voice cracked in disuse. How nice it was to speak again. She did a dance and jumped back to the tree where she woke up. When she got there, her leg collapsed beneath her. She didn’t care as she lied flat on her back staring up into the darkening canopy. Breathing in, she sat up again and looked up and to her left. On a second inspection, she realized she was right. Black clouds billowed in the distance. Despite the growing dusk, the smoke fought to be visible, and she could smell it too. Oh boy could she smell it, but smell did not give her as much satisfaction or joy as did seeing, hearing, and feeling. Why was that? Why was there smoke billowing in the distance?
She looked down at the blue case. What was it? Why was it there?
All the sudden, her conscious mind dropped.
Why did she feel so free? Why was she there?
Who am I?
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Date: 2017-04-06 12:22 am (UTC)