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Something I decided to do for fun really. Completed it a while ago, just thought I'd post A chapter of a story I'm working on. Anyone who used the Herfolge Boldklub website a couple of years ago may recognise the general beginning theme of the story. Well I decided to change that intro piece as I think(hope) I've got a bit better at writing since then.
Written in the first person, this chapter is designed to lay down a very breif description of someones past. I'm still not sure whether I should use this and the breif story within the next couple of chapters at the very beginning or instead part way through the novel.
“I woke to a tingling sensation in my legs. Feeling my distorted body bumping along in a horizontal state, I would be unable to imagine exactly what was going on. There was nothing but darkness...nothing to smell, nothing to hear, only the clean air to breathe as I struggled to bring myself to talk. As if choked by a noose, my throat was dry and rugged like gravel and my head pounding in rhythmatic explosions which descended down my neck and throughout my immobile body. This seeming nothingness; a delicate range of pains cascading throughout my hollow shell were nothing less then consuming. As if feeling my life were over, it was to begin without my wanting it to do so.
An abrupt stop was what gave me my first vision of the world. A blurry mass of pale blue lurching over me as I tilted my head to one side. Nothing would appear as a definitive shape in my mind; as if a mean trick were being played in my head, my vision refused to adjust to my surroundings and as quickly as my sight had been given, it was taken away.
I had no idea how long it had been before I awoke for a second time, but this was different. The headaches had stopped, no longer were my legs in a paralytic state and my throat had cleared. I knew I was awake but stopped, unsure whether I should try and arise after what had come before. Curiosity got the better of me as I gently peeled back an eyelid to take note of my surroundings. Despite the sheer brilliance of the white walls, no longer was my vision paling in the light as distorted images started to clear in my mind. A white wall to my left and a calm neck jerk revealed a white wall to the right. Carefully glancing down to my feet, as if to check they were still there, my feelings were starting to come back. Wiggling my toes and slowly bringing myself up to lean on my elbows, I was suddenly made very aware of my stomach. As if it hadn’t been filled in a week, I clenched it with one arm, using the other to balance myself.
This was no good. I had to steady myself and climb to my feet. Ignore it; you must find out where you are while you’re still awake. And so with that thought in mind, I reached out and put my hands before my legs; now shaking with the fierce lack of sustenance which was cramping my muscles and clouding my judgment, I climbed to my feet in one colossal movement of scrambling grace.
Now towering above my blank white mattress, I began to survey my surroundings. Three white walls and the other, a large full wall length pane of glass, separating me from the corridor behind it. If given three guesses what colour this corridor would be, you’d probably get it in one. Yes, that’s right, yet another white wall which stretched down the entire length of what I could see in a complete straight parallel to my room. Where was I? What had I done?
It was at this time an echoing voice bounced around the room from a speaker above me I had failed to see.
“If you would like to take a seat and I’ll be right with you. And don’t worry mate, you’ll be out of here before the end of the day” it boomed around the room.
Seat? Surely enough, there it was in the corner of the room, white and hidden against the same coloured background. Of all the colours to choose from, white was slowly becoming the most annoying one. Following the advice of the speaker, I saw no real reason to disobey and so I pulled out the chair to the center of the room and took a seat to wait for whoever this person may be. And so I waited…
Staring at the shimmering reflection of myself in the pane of glass, my mind started to wander away from what was taking place around me and back to events of past. I was contained in a white room, unpadded so surely I couldn’t be crazy. I’d be out of here before the end of the day? What could possibly have been done for this to take place? My memory drew a blank on all actions leading me here, to this room of absolute seclusion. I did not remember a thing. Was I supposed to remember a thing? I thought in a language I understood but did not know how it was remembered. My mind a blank, where was I and what was in store for me?
My thoughts were interrupted as a man, dressed in a white flowing jacket, unbuttoned, revealing brown trousers were as much a relief to finally reveal colour as it was a scare. This short yet stout man of a different skin tone to my own was standing before me, ready to address me and hopefully tell me who I was and what I was doing here. If suspense were to be summed up through one point in my life, this would be it. This moment of realization... This moment of fear... This moment of hope…
Opinions?
Written in the first person, this chapter is designed to lay down a very breif description of someones past. I'm still not sure whether I should use this and the breif story within the next couple of chapters at the very beginning or instead part way through the novel.
“I woke to a tingling sensation in my legs. Feeling my distorted body bumping along in a horizontal state, I would be unable to imagine exactly what was going on. There was nothing but darkness...nothing to smell, nothing to hear, only the clean air to breathe as I struggled to bring myself to talk. As if choked by a noose, my throat was dry and rugged like gravel and my head pounding in rhythmatic explosions which descended down my neck and throughout my immobile body. This seeming nothingness; a delicate range of pains cascading throughout my hollow shell were nothing less then consuming. As if feeling my life were over, it was to begin without my wanting it to do so.
An abrupt stop was what gave me my first vision of the world. A blurry mass of pale blue lurching over me as I tilted my head to one side. Nothing would appear as a definitive shape in my mind; as if a mean trick were being played in my head, my vision refused to adjust to my surroundings and as quickly as my sight had been given, it was taken away.
I had no idea how long it had been before I awoke for a second time, but this was different. The headaches had stopped, no longer were my legs in a paralytic state and my throat had cleared. I knew I was awake but stopped, unsure whether I should try and arise after what had come before. Curiosity got the better of me as I gently peeled back an eyelid to take note of my surroundings. Despite the sheer brilliance of the white walls, no longer was my vision paling in the light as distorted images started to clear in my mind. A white wall to my left and a calm neck jerk revealed a white wall to the right. Carefully glancing down to my feet, as if to check they were still there, my feelings were starting to come back. Wiggling my toes and slowly bringing myself up to lean on my elbows, I was suddenly made very aware of my stomach. As if it hadn’t been filled in a week, I clenched it with one arm, using the other to balance myself.
This was no good. I had to steady myself and climb to my feet. Ignore it; you must find out where you are while you’re still awake. And so with that thought in mind, I reached out and put my hands before my legs; now shaking with the fierce lack of sustenance which was cramping my muscles and clouding my judgment, I climbed to my feet in one colossal movement of scrambling grace.
Now towering above my blank white mattress, I began to survey my surroundings. Three white walls and the other, a large full wall length pane of glass, separating me from the corridor behind it. If given three guesses what colour this corridor would be, you’d probably get it in one. Yes, that’s right, yet another white wall which stretched down the entire length of what I could see in a complete straight parallel to my room. Where was I? What had I done?
It was at this time an echoing voice bounced around the room from a speaker above me I had failed to see.
“If you would like to take a seat and I’ll be right with you. And don’t worry mate, you’ll be out of here before the end of the day” it boomed around the room.
Seat? Surely enough, there it was in the corner of the room, white and hidden against the same coloured background. Of all the colours to choose from, white was slowly becoming the most annoying one. Following the advice of the speaker, I saw no real reason to disobey and so I pulled out the chair to the center of the room and took a seat to wait for whoever this person may be. And so I waited…
Staring at the shimmering reflection of myself in the pane of glass, my mind started to wander away from what was taking place around me and back to events of past. I was contained in a white room, unpadded so surely I couldn’t be crazy. I’d be out of here before the end of the day? What could possibly have been done for this to take place? My memory drew a blank on all actions leading me here, to this room of absolute seclusion. I did not remember a thing. Was I supposed to remember a thing? I thought in a language I understood but did not know how it was remembered. My mind a blank, where was I and what was in store for me?
My thoughts were interrupted as a man, dressed in a white flowing jacket, unbuttoned, revealing brown trousers were as much a relief to finally reveal colour as it was a scare. This short yet stout man of a different skin tone to my own was standing before me, ready to address me and hopefully tell me who I was and what I was doing here. If suspense were to be summed up through one point in my life, this would be it. This moment of realization... This moment of fear... This moment of hope…
Opinions?