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thecritic
01-22-2006, 03:17 PM
No plot.
Few characters.
Just a voyage...

Keira woke up. The air seemed to be lightly sizzling around her, but the noize was fading quickly. She opened her eyes. The world throbbed, or perhaps that was her head. The dark and empty sky that stretched in front of her was broken only by the swaying of the bare branches of the trees that stood around her. As everything came into focus, she clambered out of the muddy pit she woke up in and brushed herself off. The night air was warm and soothing, calm, but somehow solemn. The woods around her were not frightening as such, though she could only see a few metres, but the trees were old and gnarled, crippled by the years. There was something strange about this place. She felt like she had left Earth altogether. She couldn't have possibly known what being on another planet feels like, she was just an ordinary schoolgirl, but sometimes you get a strong feeling, however unjustified, that things are not as they seem.

She began to walk. The woods were totally silent; no birds crooned, no twigs on the floor snapped. The ground was surprisingly springy, like she was walking on a giant cushion. She could have been, for all she knew at the time. The only thing she was totally sure of was that she wasn't on the way to Mr Burton's double maths any more.

She had been walking down one of the mazelike corridors of Rivenstone High School with her friends, and suddenly the world disolved into eerie redness. She had woken up in the mud. It was coming back to her now. A startling thought hit her; what had happened to her in the reality she knew? Had she vanished? Did she die? Her uncle had a heart attack last month, could she have gone the same way?

She stumbled over a root and fell to the ground. Her shoe was dragged off her foot and caught under the root. She wasn't hurt, but she was certain that she had seen something glint in the side of a hillock a few paces away, the one with the huge oak perched on top of it, the rootstock covering it like the wrinkled hand of a giant pensioner. She walked up to it. There was nothing strange about the mound of dirtied clay, minus a few ants crawling down the side of it, their tiny black bodies reflecting the moonlight.

Keira didn't remember seeing a moon when she was lying in the mud, she had assumed that it had been in another direction. But as she tried to find the moon in the heavy sky to reassure herself that she hadn't vanished out of the solar system, she couldn't see it at all. The trees wouldn't be obscuring the light, because they had no leaves, but when she bent over to nurse her ankle that she bashed against the root, there weren't any on the ground. She gazed at the ants, trying to find where the reflection of the moonlight on their glistening backs pointed, but when she worked it out and looked upwards again, there was definately nothing there.

She was panicking now, almost ready to scream. She was known for having a cool head in times of trouble, but this was insane! Vanishing and reappearing somewhere with no moon! Either her or the world was going insane!

She looked around in desparation. Her show got stuck under the root, but when she went to retrive it, about to burst into running as far and as fast as she could, the root had vanished too. She dragged her fingers down into the soil, but there was no trace of the root anywhere. She noticed the glint again when she wrenched the shoe onto her foot. This time she was going to find out what it was. She stormed over to the hillock and bashed at it with her fists. She pummeled at it with her fists, the thick clay falling away as she bashed. Suddenly, the clay began to convulse silently. It stirred itself right in front of Keira's eyes. It shook and rippled, all without a sound. Kiera crawled backwards in fear. Staring straight at the clay, which seemed to be transforming into a door.

It only took ten seconds for the strange transformation to happen. When Keira nervously paced up to the door with intent, she noticed the brass door handle gleaming in the moonlight without a moon. That must have been what she had seen. The door was green, the paint peeling off like the door had been there for decades. There were glass panels in the top half of the door, one of which was smashed, showing the mud beneath. Keira prodded the mud through the broken pane. It felt... ordinary.

A strange urge came over her to wrench this door open. She grabbed at the door handle, expecting the entire door to pull away from the hill. It didn't. It was fixed to the hill at it's hinges. She finally dragged the door open, not knowing what to expect. Just mud. On the other side of the door, there was just a wall of the mud. She had hoped for something a little more interesting, but it wasn't going to happen. She stormed away in anger.

'Hello?! Is anybody there?!'

She cried out, her voice cutting through the air, hoping someone would leap out from behind a tree and save her from this strange world. Nothing happened.

She threw a final glance of resent back at the open door in the hill. Light engulfed her. She felt so drowsy all of a sudden. Claws of burning white light stretched around her. The strange universe she had woken up in dissolved. The tendrils off energy finally loosened their grip and laid her down in a room, leaving the air sizzling behind them as they vanished.

Keira woke up somewhere completely different.

TBC...

Where did she wake up? What happens next? You, yes YOU, get to decide what happens to Keira in her Voyage of Miscellany. PM me with your ideas, and thankyou for reading!

thecritic
01-22-2006, 04:25 PM
Oh, I forgot to mention, thanks to Kips and Duzzie for suggestions for names!

kips
01-22-2006, 04:38 PM
Hey I never suggested nothing!!! Lol, but i dont mind its quite funny - im honoured!!! neway, i think i should wake up on an island or someone else's bed... he heh... lol!

thecritic
01-22-2006, 04:40 PM
Yeah. I will try to include those ideas somewhere...

kips
01-22-2006, 05:14 PM
he heh...:p

Duzzie
01-22-2006, 05:15 PM
Very interesting, I like it!
I'm no good at adding to others stories, so... I think I'll sit back and watch this one. ^.^

Good name Kips!

thecritic
01-23-2006, 09:50 AM
Watch this space! The next part of Voyage of Miscellany will be appearing here soon, most likely around lunchtime (GMT). That's around 2-3 hrs ish...

thecritic
01-23-2006, 12:51 PM
Keira woke up in thick grass, the blades as tall as houses. She opened her eyes slowly, hoping that her strange experience was over. It wasn't, not by a long shot. She pulled herself to her feet. She looked up at the sky, which seemed to be much farther away than normal. The sun glared, a colossal ball of fire in the summer heat. A leaf the size of a car broke her view and landed a few metres away. She curiously stepped over to it. A caterpillar the size of a dog was munching away on it, and even as she watched, a ladybird descended from the sky. It didn't notice her at all. She paced up to it. She wanted to touch it, like the many times she had held them in her hand in the years past, just to make sure it was real. Her hand passed through it, not instantly, not even quickly, but as though she was dragging her hand through treacle.

'Hi.'
She turned around, wondering where the noise came from.
'I'm Dezso. You?'
'Keira. What is this place?'
'An ordinary back garden.' He spoke with a coolness and resent in his voice. 'Ordinary, that is, for a Humon.'
'You mean Human, don't you?' Keira corrected. She always corrected people. It was a bad habit.
'No, I mean what I say. Humon. It's where the word humongous comes from.' He paused for second. 'Why haven't you got any wings?'
Dezso did have wings, huge, shimmering and glasslike. 'Aren't you a faerie?'
'Are you?' asked Keira, starting to feel a little unnerved.
'What else would I be? I'm certainly not a Humon, am I? Just about everything that isn't Humon is extinct now. The ones from Greese have been dead for centuries, the Ghasts are falling out of favour, the...'
'What? So you are a fairy then?'
'Yes. No, not a fairy, a faerie.'

Keira couldn't belive her ears. Was this all real? were there really fairies at the bottom of the garden? There couldn't be, surely? But here has one! Living proof. To be able to say that Dezso was real, she would have to belive that the weird green door in the wood was real too... But surely not? She spoke with clearness.
'I think I'm a Humon.' She half expected Dezso to recoil in fear, but instead he just asked her a simple question.
'Do you know what you've done?'
'I haven't done anything! I have been having a bad day, strange things have been happening!
'Oh, strange things have been happening to you?! Have any members of your family dropped dead recently?'
Keira shuddered. 'What do you mean?'
'You and your stupid cult are killing us! casting your foul spells on us. We have been attcaked time and again with repeated degradation! You are making us extinct! Once we were powerful, strong, mighty! You have relegated us to poncy little two inch tall, harmless, useless, fakers! Half of you refuse to acknowledge we exist!'
'I never did any of this,' Keira was shaken by the onslaught of nasty remarks.
'You have such powers, but you abuse them so badly!' This didn't make any sence. She didn't have any extraordinary powers! She had never cast any spells!
'Explain. I don't understand.'
'You Humons have the power to wish things in and out of existence! You should know this! All you have to do is say that you don't belive in the Minotaur and he drops dead! Over time you have attacked the Faerie race and made us powerless, puny, and trapped in the bottom of your gardens!'
'I never did anything!' protested Keira, beginning to understand the horrible situation.
'You are part of a cult of mass, mass, mass murderers! You were given the powers of manipulation of the delicate realms for the better, but you have made everything much worse!'

'I... I have to... Go.' Keira was getting drowsy. The world was dissolving. She said a single thing to Deszo before she was stolen from this place again.
'I will... Tell people...'

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Hope you liked it, I think it has turned out quite well, despite being largely dialogue. I decided to take a holiday from the descriptive and this came into my mind last night. As always, suggestions for where the story goes are more than welcome through PM or email.

dragonsvamp
01-23-2006, 12:55 PM
isn't this supposed to be int he longer stories section?

thecritic
01-23-2006, 12:59 PM
No, it's just a bundle of random short stories strung together, the only consistent thread is the character. And anyway, what did you think? I found this quite fun to write, despite not being a particularly 'supernatural' type person. The story wrote itself.

dragonsvamp
01-23-2006, 01:08 PM
hmm i haven't read it yet but will as soon as i read my friend's chapter 5 of her story (its 75-80pgs long on word doc. single spaced mind you) and then i have to read another friend's stuff after that...then i want to read your longer story that has numbers for a title then i will be able to get to this one...looks nice tho

and boy do i know what you mean by 'the story wrote itself' thats how my 'dark desire' story is going...it decides whats going to happen i haven't a clue except for a vague idea of what the outcome is going to be...

kips
01-23-2006, 01:17 PM
OHH! I love it! Ur v. good, i love the way this is goin...will i turn up in sum1's bed soon?

thecritic
01-23-2006, 01:17 PM
Maybe.....

I will change the title if you want dragonsvamp.

dragonsvamp
01-23-2006, 01:32 PM
no you don't have to it just made me look twice at your post for it went on and on...but i guess now the people who check it out will know that it is a series of short stories from the posts we just made...

thecritic
01-23-2006, 01:36 PM
Oh! You were talking about 344302! That isn't actually as long as this yet, but it is going to be a novel eventually. I have a plan for that one and everything. This one doesn't have a plot as such, it is a series of (unfortunate(lol)) events with the same character in each one. Each chapter for this story could be a short story in it's own right.

EDIT: Come on! the next person to post makes this thread a hot topic!

Duzzie
01-23-2006, 08:18 PM
I liked it, it was interesting. (No, that is not all I can say, just the only word that fits... kind of.)

Keep up the good work! (I want to read more!) (^-^)

thecritic
01-28-2006, 10:21 PM
I am running out of ideas big enough to have a chapter of their own now! Please send them into my PM or email inbox at any time. You will recieve due credit. Thankyou.

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The air was thick, cool but thick like the porridge in the world that Keira was sure she had left behind now.

She clambered off the stone floor. It was some kind of marble, or granite. It glistened beautifully, tiny crystals embedded in it's glassy black layers reflecting a spectrum of colours into Keira's eyes.

She was in a huge dark room, bigger than most houses, definately bigger than her own. The roof was high above her, bevelled and gothic to the extreme, with a colossal chandelier that must have held about a hundred candles in their soaring suspension. The roof and walls were made of similar stone to the floor, some of it black, some blue, some dark green. A dozen candelabras were scattered around the room, candles of many sizes all emitting flickery beams of light that wavered from side to side on the floor, like the tunnel under the shark tank at the sea life centre.

Keira paced about the room. It, from what she could tell, was shaped like a giant seven pointed star, perfectly triangular branches stretching into darkness from every direction. The roof slanted downwards in each of these arms, sliding into the floor at the tips. That is, all but one. From what she could tell, the roof of one of the arms fell into a wall. A wall that, just possibly, possessed a door. There was no other way out. Keira jogged across the huge room and began to claw her fingers over the ornate carvings that, now she looked closely, covered every surface. Her finger fell onto a tiny circle of stone, perfectly round, not part of any pattern, and possibly her way out of this room, maybe even this twisted series of realities she seemed to be trapped in. Maybe she would press this button, and she would wake up, safe and sound in her bed.

She pushed. Her finger sank into the stonework for what seemed like an eternity. A deep growl emanated from the stone, the growl of hidden mechanisms grinding into life.

Although not much brighter than the first room, the library had Keira raising her arm to her eyes for protection from the light. When her eyes adjusted, she could just make out the figure of a little old man, bent double over a huge and ornate desk, surrounded by huge bound volumes, and obviously deep within one of them. He was on the other side of another huge room, this one long and thin, stretching almost as far as a football pitch. She cried out to the relic of a bibliomaniac.
'Hello? Hello, can you help me?' Her voice carried across to him, but only just. The sound of her voice had been dulled by the miles upon miles of literature, stacked on beautiful mahogany shelves that surrounded her on every side.
The old man croaked back at her.
'I belive that I might be able to. Come here.' Keira obeyed submissively, not knowing wheter the man would end this madness or bewitch her with some strange spell. She could imagine him doing both of these.

She reached the old man after almost a minute of jogging through the thick pile persian rugs that covered the stone floor, kicking up a flurry of ancient dust behind her. She waited for him to react. He picked up a china cup, exquisite in its craftsmanship, but chipped almost beyond crumbling in his hand. Fine cracks ran down it, and even as she watched, a tiny droplet of whatever was in the cup, probably black coffee from the smell, collected on the side and fell through the air splashing on the expansive and thick page of the book infront of the unusual figure.

'I am The Sage. I eternally sit in this library and read the secret wisdoms of the ages. If anyone else were to read these volumes, the universe would probably collapse. Any questions?' The voice was tired, ancient, but wise.
'What's happening to me?' asked Keira, knowing the Sage would have an answer purely from his appearance, voice, and taste in hot drinks. Only the clever people she knew could stand black coffee.
'Ah ha. Reality jumping. You are leaping in and out of different permutations of perspective. If that doesn't make much sence, which I wouldn't imagine it would to a 13 year old girl, then I will explain this way. You are changing the way you see things. Not on purpose, it is just happening. Every time that flash happens and you wake up somewhere else, you wake up seeing things differently.' Keira was still confused.
'You know when you are in a good mood and the world seems nicer, and when you are in a bad mood the world seems grey and dull and spiteful? This is what is happening to you. Only not on the emotional scale. You are seeing much bigger changes. It won't harm you, and you will be returned home eventually. All I can say is that you should try to enjoy it. Oh, one more thing.....'

The world began to pulsate. Whichever reality this was began to fade again. Keira concentrated on the final words of the sage as hard and as long as she could, but they were inaudible, no matter how important they could have been. The light gripped her, it's tentacles of searing energy wrapped around her. She vanished.

The Sage looked down at his book, continuing from where he was without the slightest hint of a disturbance, bar the slight crackling of the air and the wafting heat...
'Hm. Cry havoc and let slip, the dogs of war...'

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I really enjoyed writing this, and hope you enjoyed reading it. It always feels a bit strange writing about beauty in whatever form, especially for a guy, but here it really paid off. I excel in descriptive text more than anything else, or so I am told; I really felt at home writing this. Please comment, even if you didn't like it. Once again, please make any suggestions you want direct to PM or email address. I made that address specially!

thecritic
01-28-2006, 11:18 PM
Please post! I would really appreciate any guidance you might have!

thecritic
02-03-2006, 12:12 PM
Has anyone read this yet? I think chapter three is the best so far! Come on people!

kips
02-03-2006, 01:31 PM
WOW I LOVE IT OH MY GOD, UR SO GOOD! okay, moment passed but I still think its amazing! oh wow, i really like the way this i9s going, keep it up! very clever!

thecritic
02-14-2006, 10:00 PM
She woke up again, instantly alert, ready to explore. She was on a bed. It wasn't her bed, it was someone else's. She got up and looked around at the beige walls. A few modernist paintings and some prints of buildings were spattered across the walls. Cheap furniture was placed here and there. The room was warm, but it had some kind of deep coldness, beyond temperature. It was too quiet. She opened the blind, which broke the silence, but didn't ease her worry. Something was wrong. So very wrong.

She rushed downstairs, looking for someone, shouting for attention as she ran past room after unfamiliar room. They were all empty. The front door was unlocked, so she dashed out onto the street. A car wreckage smouldered in the middle of the street. There were no rubberneckers, no victims, no police. No-one. The birds were silent, if they were there at all. Keira ran out onto a bigger road, which had a few more wreakages on it. One person had careered off a bridge onto the motorway. A few had crashed into eachother. One car stuck out of a corner shop window like a bullet into skin. Everyone had gone.

Keira ran to a phone box. she knew that 999 was for emergencies only, but this was definately what she would call an emergency. The phone rang and rang and rang. No-one. She tried a few more numbers she knew. The Grenwich speaking clock was the only one at home, and that was an automatic system. The TV's were the same. Keira had dashed into another house and switched on the news channel. The empty chair of a presenter was all that there was. The news bar scrolled, declaring what she feared.

WORLDWIDE DISAPPEARANCES. AUTHORITIES CONFUSED.

The other chanels were mostly static, some had films that were still running. She assumed that everyone had disappeared about an hour ago. Most programs are only an hour long.

'Keep calm. There's an explaination for this...' Although her words usually helped Captain Kirk when Spock said them to him, they had no effect on her.

She walked in into a Morrisons and took some food, dejected. Then the whooshing began. It got louder and louder. Keira hid under a checkout. The plane crashed into the supermarket. With no pilot, it had flown round and round, until it ran out of fuel. Things began to burn, the explosion left a crater in the ground. Everything in the supermarket died. Exactly a second before the plane hit, Keira saw the glowing. She felt the tingling. She had vanished, only to awaken somewhere else.

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This one is a little bit sub-standard, compared to chapter three, which I thought was great. It is an experimental concept for 344302, it's going to need some work before I can get it to run with the storyline. Comments please. I actually used my own room for the wake up scene... I couldn't think of anything better...

xJennx
02-15-2006, 08:27 AM
interesting idea and good story!
xjennx

kips
02-15-2006, 11:53 AM
oh my god im so glad this isnt really happening i wood have freaked out long ago. wow, ur so good, keep writing i wanna know what hapens next!!

thecritic
02-15-2006, 11:57 AM
Not even I know what is going to happen next... You woke up in someone's bed, just like you wanted ;-)

blondiE
02-15-2006, 10:57 PM
nice story. keep going!