No I haven’t fallen off the face of the Earth and no the story has not fizzled out…they were in the middle of an uprising! So what is taking me so long? Well simply enough, summer.
Most of my editing is done on the weekends and for the past few weekends there hasn’t been any free time to mess with the story. The next chapter is completed but I still need to go through and tweak it a bit. Might have some time to work on it this weekend but hit the email subscription if you haven’t already and then you’ll know when something new is ready.
Here is the next chapter. In case you are wondering, the date is Sunday, January 22, 1905. The location, St Petersburg, Russia. If you want more information you’ll just have to google it.
Snow drifted past the outside window as I stood inside the cramped apartment looking down on the citizens gathering in the streets below. In the past hour since the sun had risen the streets had slowly begun to fill with people as they roused themselves from their slumber. Strikes had been going on for weeks now and the unrest had grown steadily during that time. This had been my second time back to Russia in the last four months and it had been clear that things had gotten progressively worse during that time. The city had been dark upon our arrival but that did not stop us from walking it’s dark streets until we reached our destination, a small apartment shared by a family in the heart of St Petersburg Russia.
A day off but here is the latest chapter. Had surgery on my wrist two weeks ago to remove a cyst so not as much time was spent on this chapter as I would have liked. This is one of the chapters that will most likely have a bit more added to it when I do the rewrite after finishing the story.
Thanks to Janie for helping me get my proper English more correct for Josian.
Stretching out from the Dome which sat at the heart of our section of Grayton the roads reached out like tendrils into the far distance. Somewhere out there it was said that those roads crossed into another section of Grayton, the section run by the others. This was just the assumption and lore that was spread amongst our ranks as I had never heard of anyone who had tried to walk there. Over the time that I had spent in Grayton the streets which spread out from the Dome hadn’t changed much from what I could remember. There had been small changes here and there which seemed to keep in line with the progress of the mortals but I had not been here nearly as long as some of the others to see a extreme change. There had been a slight increase of the number of souls which had been sentenced here however. This population growth, like the slight changes in architecture seemed to happen naturally as the population of the Earth grew below us. Still, there were far more souls walking these streets than I would ever know. Few I recognized, even less that I cared to look at. We all had our roles to play in this damnation that had been forced upon us. Sometimes though I had watched the Lost from the cobblestone street as they wandered through the hallways unaware that someone stood watching them through a window. The memories of the torment which I had endured while walking among them always made me glad of the torment I was in now. At least now there were some options and friendships that helped pass the time. Unlike then I could remember my past, that was both a blessing and a curse.
Editing note from the last chapter if you just read it when it was posted two weeks ago…the little girl named Lilly had a name change and is now known as Elise. The name Lilly really didn’t do it for me and since this is the first draft well there ya go. The name Velenia in this chapter comes from my lovely wife Tracy.
Haven’t heard any negatives on the transition to first person yet, well actually have only heard from a few people so if you have been reading and haven’t commented yet leave one and let me know what you think.
Piercing through the darkness the word echoed around me as the images flashed before me.
The cold freezing darkness engulfed the visions that danced around me.. Savages running at something. At me. The memories came faster now, filling in the blackened void with their faces. Blank. Emotionless. Filled with the blood of their victims. Fill with my blood. They had been coming for me.
As I mentioned at the beginning of the last chapter we have a slight change that is taking place in this chapter. I have made the switch from third person format to first person format to see how things work. It has been something that I was curious in trying and since this a first run of the story I figured I would give it a shot. Interested to hear feedback on this chapter and at least the next chapter will be in first person as well. If I get horrible feedback on it then we’ll go back to third person.
Have a few new names show up in this one and the contributions for these came from the US, Australia and England. Thanks go out to Janie for Josian, Kacado for Pedro De Valdivia and OliviaRoy for Benevento.
Things had finally started to seem normal, or at least as normal as they could have been since meeting the Watcher. As we followed the hallway throughout the dome Tatiana had proceeded to briefly explain the events that were to follow. I had been assigned a training mission of sorts, to guard a man who’s image was all that I was able to retain. The rest of the information about the man was fading quickly as Tatiana guided us through an archway that led into an area she referred to as, The Station.