Sensible
When I regained consciousness, all of my senses were jostling for my attention with news to report. Each sense obviously felt its news was more important than the others, and was busy trying to hold the other senses’ mouths closed while they were elbowing him in the stomach and stepping on his toes. It was giving me a headache.
The first thing I noticed was that I was standing. Touch saluted, and stepped out of the melee. This seemed to be rather unusual, considering the previous dizzying blackness, but I wasn’t about to complain. Next on the list was that it was really cold, and really dark. I opened my eyes. That seemed to solve the darkness problem. Sight pushed its way to the front of the pack, and presented several surprising facts, the most prominent being that I was no longer standing by the rubble of my house on Middleborough road. That scared me a bit.
I was, it seemed, upright in the middle of a field. To my left was the fringe of a forest, and in front of me was a man. He was wearing fashionable clothes, circa 1700s. That’s muddied robes. Again, this scared me a bit. I looked at the man.
‘I’m just…do you mind…’ I stuttered. There was no response.
‘Right then. I’ll…’ I trailed off, and turned 180 degrees. With my back to him, I felt a little better, then a lot a worse. My legs were suddenly aching. I sunk to the ground.
‘That,’ announced the 1700s man, ‘would be the growing pains.’
‘Growing?’ I asked, turning in the mud.
‘No time, no time,’ he interspersed, and then giggled in the exact same way that grown men don’t. Well, shouldn’t.
‘…’ I said, and was quite proud that I did. I turned around again.
Reaching into my pocket, I – (‘Hurry up and get it!’ interspersed the man, both slightly inappropriately and rather staggeringly unnecessarily) – brought out the Rubix cube-like thing that would fit nicely into an indentation in my scalp, if I was so inclined, which I wasn’t. It fell apart in my hands, and I looked up guiltily. Once I returned my gaze back towards my hands, I saw that the two halves were held together with a loop of masking tape. This was surprisingly reassuring.
The first thing I noticed was that I was standing. Touch saluted, and stepped out of the melee. This seemed to be rather unusual, considering the previous dizzying blackness, but I wasn’t about to complain. Next on the list was that it was really cold, and really dark. I opened my eyes. That seemed to solve the darkness problem. Sight pushed its way to the front of the pack, and presented several surprising facts, the most prominent being that I was no longer standing by the rubble of my house on Middleborough road. That scared me a bit.
I was, it seemed, upright in the middle of a field. To my left was the fringe of a forest, and in front of me was a man. He was wearing fashionable clothes, circa 1700s. That’s muddied robes. Again, this scared me a bit. I looked at the man.
‘I’m just…do you mind…’ I stuttered. There was no response.
‘Right then. I’ll…’ I trailed off, and turned 180 degrees. With my back to him, I felt a little better, then a lot a worse. My legs were suddenly aching. I sunk to the ground.
‘That,’ announced the 1700s man, ‘would be the growing pains.’
‘Growing?’ I asked, turning in the mud.
‘No time, no time,’ he interspersed, and then giggled in the exact same way that grown men don’t. Well, shouldn’t.
‘…’ I said, and was quite proud that I did. I turned around again.
Reaching into my pocket, I – (‘Hurry up and get it!’ interspersed the man, both slightly inappropriately and rather staggeringly unnecessarily) – brought out the Rubix cube-like thing that would fit nicely into an indentation in my scalp, if I was so inclined, which I wasn’t. It fell apart in my hands, and I looked up guiltily. Once I returned my gaze back towards my hands, I saw that the two halves were held together with a loop of masking tape. This was surprisingly reassuring.
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1:21 PM
4 Comments:
hey nshady!
looking good so far, mate! there were a few strange and slightly confusing parts, but then again, how can i talk?? after all, look at "Terrific Ten"! not your everyday thing, either! :)
keep up the good work and i'll c u @ school on the 6th!
beth (not exactly anonymous, hey! :D)
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Anonymous, at 4:16 PM
It has gotten deeper and our knowledge of Switchling is becoming more defined, but nothing is really being defined for us - yet. An intriguing series so far, nshady, and I don't doubt it will get even more intriguing very shortly.
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Anonymous, at 7:24 PM
The next one is a continuation of this part, the the one AFTER that is where it all becomes a lot less mysterious and we get to the meat of the proper.
So hold on - wait through one more section, and then youl'll get your answers.
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nshady, at 5:14 PM
Well now! So you finally found a blog you like. Kudos!
As for your story, it is rather interesting, despite being a little strange (not the contents of the story, just your writing). I guess I'm either too used to the way I've been taught how to write, or I've done far too much Extension English for my own good. :X
Anywho, good start, lookin' forward to some more.
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