I have about Three Different Book/Movie Ideas in my Head for a While now.
For Now, I'll tell you this One. I haven't really started writing this Story Officially, yet. I've written the First Chapter over almost seven times. I just don't quite know how to do this Right. I'm also not sure what the title should be, really.
RISE OF THE DARKLINGS
Chapter One - Part One
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I stumble on through out the streets of this ruined city, not knowing where I am; not caring where I am going. I know very little. I cannot remember my past, who I am, what I look like. The whole experience is so odd. The most information I have is that there is an tugging feeling, telling me to keep moving forward. Not to any paticular place. Just forward. My vision is muffled by a dark grey fog. I wonder occasionaly if the fog is real. I feel no pain. I feel nothing; not physically, anyway. I look down. I am wearing no shoes; just torn socks. I look at my hands. I am wearing tattered brown gloves; with holes for each of my fingers. I look at my chest, and I see that I am wearing a black shirt with various tears and holes as well, coated in a slight amount of dust.
I wonder what could have caused my garments to become so ruined. |