ScuzzBlog: Diaries - Aspiredelos Quionosta
Entry Books of DoNEmRysPrca: Post: 1
HE||o - The 4th Doctrine
Intro from the previous entry ....
This page has become a repository for my opening drafts to books I write.
I am eternally writing. The words that fill my mind are cast to this place
and whilst I do not divulge all that I write I do endeavour to keep those
that visit regularly advised of my current activities. And so to the very
beginning of my new book in the series. A story based around nothing. I
have created a world that is trapped in the time we know as something.
It would take me many lines of text here to explain the content of the
earlier books. Let me just leave it at that and get into what I am
currently writing.
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I have finished the story and here it is .. well the last page anyway.
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Last page
I was cast between heaven and hell as I lay looking at the leopards image attached
to the ceiling of the preparation room. Doctors and nurses busied themselves and
placed sensors to my body. I finger clasp was attached and I was asked to count
backwards from ten. I did not reach six before the darkness consumed me.
The mind was awash with the nothing of darkness as I sank deep into the abyss of
death. I was not dead but in truth we give ourselves willingly each night to these
little snatches of death. Amongst the inky black there came a vision. I was back
at work, long time gone. Not of recent years but of a dull distant past when I
was but a lowly junior. There were three in the room. This was the tiny cramp
box room of a small practice, long and thin and windowed to each end. I was
standing to the centre of the room and was conscious of a noise coming from
outside. And then there was another, a man walked into the room, shrouded in black
and with collar of the light. He grabbed my arm and guided me to the window. He
then ordered me to look down from the window. There to the ground was another in
black, nailing a bible to a post. The man in the room turned and faced me ...
' Never lose this again.... Never lose this again ...... '
All was again dark and the words echoed in my mind. Over and over and over.
So why did I not find the vision reassuring or comforting . With all that had
happened what I needed was a helping hand to guide me from the inky night. And yet
somehow the vision simply reaffirmed the torment of light and dark. If I am to
journey through the valley of never ending black am I only to be guided by a
light that instils trust by persistent script. Do I constantly need to reaffirm
my purpose by attending to perpetual testing of my will. I felt less than sure,
and now more than ever felt utterly lost. There has to be another way ...
And then through misty eyes I was awake. Lying in a hospital bed. There before
me in the grey of blurred vision was a nurse attending to my drip and various
other devices. She turned to face and removed a dressing from my one eye .....
I became transfixed and aroused filled with every joyous emotion possible for there
before me and facing me within inches of my gaze was Clara ....
' HE||o '
OK ... Let's go round again
The End.
Roll credits...... Seriously crazy that. Of course you missed the whole film but even
for me that ending was a shocker. Maybe one day I will let you read my books. I do
enjoy writing. I write every day. Always have done. It is great reading back what
you have written. It fills me up. I can then sit back and reflect. Later the next
passages of the book will materialise, often in a quiet moment. Whole chapters will
unravel before my thoughts and I am moved to write again. It is never quite the
same as I had anticipated, nor does it often conclude in the same way. This story
was a real torment to me cus it revealed a dark side that maybe I hadn't been prepared
to consider. Clara was not in the story though she was responsible for its opening ...
Just your Average White Band Let's go round again!!
By the way it does help to know what the four doctrines
are and in particular the 4th ..... !!
Again a big thank you to Clara Veiga who is my inspiration
Chapter 1
blah blah.. diddum diddum... some pages in.
HE||o
I was again transported to the white room. So frequent had I been here and yet
this time the walls were lined with books. Many many books towering beyond my
vision. Old in nature and thick in volume I pulled one from the shelf and
opened to find the pages blank.
' Puzzling '
A voice flickered thro scented air.
' Be minded of your thoughts. They can so easily rewrite the unwritten '
I turned to find Clara clad in tight black with legs propped on large table
tending to her nails.
I placed the book back and moved to another to find again the book empty.
' Pretty shallow read .. don't you think '
She dropped her legs to the floor and moved to my side leaning into my frame.
' Hello '
I turned and looked into her eyes and was greeted with a peck to my lips and
she strutted off sitting against the table and looked at me quizzickly.
I placed the book back and gazed around at the thousands of volumes held within
this place.
' Where am I.... I seem to recall we closed the portal. I had anticipated another
place or better, release from my bonds and back to the nether '
Clara laughed.
' You silly silly boy '
I was somewhat perplexed.
' Explain '
' You better sit for this one '
I moved to the table and we sat opposite each other. Clara looked deep into my eyes.
' You came to me late '
' Sorry '
' You came to me late.. Those responsible for your later ventures into the web chose
themselves to risk your essence .... '
I looked questioning
' Your soul for better words... by releasing it to the web instead of allowing it to
track back through the nothing of empty time '
' You never questioned their failing to let you go. Instead you did their bidding in
fain hope of release and maybe even saviour of mans kind. It is a human failing '
' You talk in riddles woman. Move it along, I beg '
' You were made aware of the 4th Doctrine on your entering the web and yet you did not
reject being taken by the seed at our first encounter '
' You can be very persuasive '
' Am I not just .. Anyway because of this you were consumed by my needs and added to the
library. Albeit as I say a little late '
' Library ? What are you talking about '
Clara stood and with a magical cast of her hand caused a thin volume to float from the
shelves and onto the table.
' A small volume I grant you but an interesting read '
I opened the book and instantly was filled with images of journeys past all the way
back to my first meeting with Clara .... I slammed the book shut and the visions
were gone. All I could see was Clara's black eyes staring deep into mine.
' I still don't understand .... '
Clara chuckled.
' You are mine. You were mine from that moment. You gave your essence to me and you
will be forever trapped in this place. '
I became troubled and asked for further clarity.
Clara moved to the side of the table and lent into it looking at the books.
' Each volume represents an unwritten journey through mortal strife from beginning
to return '
' Return ? '
Clara turned to face me ...
' Return.. to this place '
' Not death then and the pearly gates '
She laughed out loud ' Fortunately not... well for me that is '
' So if life is recorded here and the journey returns to here what of life '
' There is but a cycle of existence in a perpetual wheel '
' And you maintain this cycle '
She clicked her fingers like shooting me through the head... ' You got it '
' Hang on ... So are you saying that you take human kind and then make
them relive their existence to simply fill in the blanks in books '
She sighed .... She flicked my head ' Not listening as ever '
' What is the point of the web ? '
' To trap those traversing the nothing into a state of something '
' And why do we trap those traversing the nothing '
' To feed off them and sustain the creators of the web '
' Your basic nutritional diet of human souls etc etc '
' And what happens when you die in the web '
' You are returned to the nether and carry on your journey '
' Kinda a loss leader don't you think '
' I'm still not getting it '
' Consider if it were possible to trap the essence of travellers
for ever in the web and make them live out their lives in an
endless loop.... '
I looked at Clara with even more a questioning eye. And then the penny dropped
' You.... You !!'
' Go on '
I stood pointing ...
' You devious bitch '
She laughed out loud... ' We have a winner '
' You trapped me. You fooled me. You cheating despicable bitch '
I moved to strike her and her eyes blackened and fiery glare cast me back
against the books. At which point one of the heavy volumes fell to my head.
' Take it ..... TAKE IT !!! she affirmed loudly '
I picked up the book
' Sit... !! '
I moved to the table and opened the book and before me spread across the paper
slowly lines of words appeared....
' Read '
I did so and in moments instant was gone ...... But where.
' H E | | o '
Clara does not return in the story nor did I anticipate she would... well until
the last line of the book. Just that I hadn't anticipated another volume of
this series but looks like Clara is back. So who am I do say no.
And so I have already started my next story and this time I am waiting... and
waiting. I can see nothing but an empty space... an endless empty space. But
there is something. I sense something.... I move , fidget. But where am I and
what is that playing on my thoughts.... and suddenly it appeared like a train
rushing in at you at 200 miles an hours... it was ..
What a strange way to play Battle Ships
Previously on this page ....
This page has become a repository for my opening drafts to books I write.
I am eternally writing. The words that fill my mind are cast to this place
and whilst I do not divulge all that I write I do endeavour to keep those
that visit regularly advised of my current activities. And so to the very
beginning of my new book in the series. A story based around nothing. I
have created a world that is trapped in the time we know as something.
It would take me many lines of text here to explain the content of the
earlier books. Let me just leave it at that and get into what I am
currently writing.
I have taken my stories in the series relating to Aspiredelos Quionosta back to
an earlier time. To a character not even of the originating hero. For the main
character has now become eternally trapped in the web and has been cast into
the life essence of another and is about to relive the time-scape there of.
In doing so he reveals more than he had ever imagined and begins to doubt his
very understanding of that which has gone before.
The story has enveloped my mind again and I am sinking yet again into another
place and another world. This one more sinister than even I had dared consider.
Whilst beginning very much in the theme of the previous books... this one has
a depth that I find may just take me further into the nothingness than ever
before.
Chapter one is complete and our hero is now bonded to another life and is
viewing the content of that life through a book. This is part of the opening
to Chapter 2. The book is simply called HE||o: The 4th Doctrine.
And so this is my story and it is not a sad one. The only regret has been the
destructive nature of the single minded pursuit of true happiness. For the light
that guided me sadly also burnt my eyes and crippled my body. I have literally
dragged my frame with dull vision to this place to sit reflective of my life and
to share for the first time the true nature of my very being. It has been hard
keeping secret all that has happened during my rich and fulfilling past. For
all that I am, and all that I have done has been hidden from sight. And sadly as
my very essence becomes vague to my light I sense it is time to reveal the truth.
And so I take to pen and ink and although conscious of the clasped claw dragging
at my withered hand I am calm with thought and have sense of mind to reveal my past.
And so to darkened room and breath from brother wheezing with bronchitis, and reflect
on halls echoing with childish play and happy days tripping through grassed banks
by endless canalled journeys. Those were the days I reflect upon as being a world
before my bonding to my seed. A world of innocence, of simple truths, of carefree
abandon without the relentless drive for primeval satisfaction. I can still feel
the warmth of mothers breath and fathers intoxicated laughter as the day drew yet
to close. Dreams of school and childish fun. Nought could have prepared me for
what was to come. I was without fear. Without trouble. Without care. And then as
I lay there came the voice.... That voice that was to echo in my ear for all
my days from that point.....
All words, ideas, characters and story by me scink-scuzz. Nov 2018.
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