Well, some of you know that I'm a writer, less know that I have an interest as doing it as a career, I thought I'd share with you some of my material, I did this a while back with 'Dormancy'. A lot of my works has been a prelude to what I am working with in 'The Chamber' but I think I have got it right, with what I want to achieve, so my path in completion should be right. I am posting the prologue to 'The Chamber' here.
Bear in mind it starts off quite romantic, this is to set up their relationship before what happens at the end of the prologue. The rest of the story will start by following up from those events and then working up a load of flash backs and hallucinations etc. The title may be temporary, depends if I make a better one.
The Chamber
White light secretes from the holes of the black firmament above, with no cloud to be seen. Such a pure evening! I lay on the grass atop a great cliff. Beside me, the most precious being, whose aesthetic allure exceeds all other’s, my lover. Mother Nature has kindly paid tribute to this night with her bountiful beauty, for no better could beset the setting for the event I am about to present.
I raise my hand, attempting to pull myself to a vertical position, looking over her body. Dropping my jaw to speak, yet no words become of me. An outbreak of nervousness paralyzes my body and feelings of sickness conquer my stomach, blood withdraws from all visible appearance. I cannot believe it! I had prepared for this moment, paced it many times through my mind, but no matter of cognition prepared my state of mind for this. Such a strange thing this may be, I tell her everything, I can tell her anything that my mind is ever able to conceive for her. But not one word from the heart. I cannot even utter the few most important lines I’ll ever want to say to her.
“Are you alright?”
Damn! She has noticed something, if I do not say it now; I would have missed the chance. I force a pulse of adrenaline, enough confidence to turn to her and proceed as planned
“You eyes glisten, blue as the…”
That sounds worse out loud than it does inside of your head. God damn it! Such an array of cliché imagery passes from my tongue, how could I have been so callas to even think of using such words. Her elegant radiance shall not be insulted with such a bland comparison. Her face begins to glow with a confused blush, aware of what I am trying to say, yet knowing I am finding it difficult to do so and I do not wish to disappoint her by turning away. Thoughts rush through my head, stalling no more; I speak the words as I am being fed with emotion from her two beautiful, eyes.
“If I were to take the moon, the waterfall and the rose.” So far so good. “I could present to you a cliché of words; compare you to such items, for you are not an item, but a being. For no rose, no moon or no stream of running water could at its best make me feel the same way that you make me. There is no meadow that could ever make me gasp as much as I do when I look at you, for your beauty is exterior, interior and in its purest form, for your imperfections are perfections in the eyes of those around you. It would be an inferior thought to compare you to anything, for everything around you should attempt to be as wonderful, but nothing could ever by as wonderful as you. Will you shine that splendour and make me the happiest man on earth, by accepting my proposal in marriage?”
I pull out a box from within my pocket and present the ring inside to her. Her face is lightened by her red blush and cute smile as her eyes glisten with tear soaked brightness.
She bows her head for a moment to process my proposal and to back to me with a larger smile.
“Yes.” She embraces me with an enthusiastic hug. Satisfaction, fulfilment and the happiest pleasure engulfs me. For Christ sakes she said yes! She indeed has made me that happiest man on the planet!
We stand together, holding hands as we trail down the cliff path towards the waterfall, the same waterfall we used to visit as children. Ever since then, this place has been our secret get together, where we spend many times together, along at peace with Mother Nature paying no burden. I can imagine the two of us having our honey moon camped out here, so on that night, we can share our love under that waterfall, officially as a married couple.
Together we pass under the watery curtains that act as the portal to our own little ‘world’. Facing each other we take both of our hands and kneel into the water. Up to the top of her skirt is soaked and the same for my trousers, with a cool sensation running from the blood in my legs into the torso where it is warmed. She grins at me once more. Without speaking, her face tells me how happy she knows that we shall marry. I can see her sudden thoughts of how wonderful our wedding will be and the lives we have ahead of us together, because I know I am.
All light fades from the chamber, my lover fading from my vision. What on earth is happening? Where is she? Where am I? The darkness dissipates light to the extent where I am not conscious of my own presence.
Sirens scream the waling cry of a soul reaping wraith in the midst of the night. All presence reawakens back in that chamber behind the waterfall. The water is painted blood red and before me lays a body. No! It cannot be! There floats the lifeless pale white body of my love. What happened? Who could do such a thing? Bastards! I’ll kill them. How could the worst of all things happen on the most wonderful night?
I look down to my hands, glaring open eyed at all of the blood. Realisation and guilt strikes me fiercely. There was no one there, no signs that there were no third party, just myself and my bloodied hands. I had done this. I had killed my lover. But how? But why? And why can’t I remember a damn thing! I killed my own lover, yet I cannot recall a single fragment of the event that took place. This is insane. I excrete a roar of a self inflicting violent curse as the sirens draw near. I hope they sentence me to a life of hell, for I have committed the ultimate sin, for there is no amount of pain, torture or suffering that can suffice.
And here are my other works:
http://www.fictionpress.com/~seppukuarts
I hope somebody reads what I've posted and gives comments about it.
Cheers.
"Cut down the gods if they stand in your way" - Yamamoto Tsunetomo
