These past few months have been a total blur to me. Not only have I purchased a home, but my day job has been crazy busy because of the holiday season, and has consumed most of my life, but despite all the craziness going on I have been writing. I've been writing four stories at once. When I first started writing I told myself that I would never do that to myself, but here I am now. I'm not regretting it because I know once they are completed it'll be worth it and rewarding in the end.
When I first started my Abolition Series, first of all I never imagined that I would write two books, but here I am writing a third and now a fourth. That's right, I am writing books three and four at the same time. I don't want to be one of those writer's who write a series and begins to water it down with each book that's released, and next thing they realize is that they're seven books into a series and they decide to end it abruptly and makes for a confusing end, and most of all a pissed off reader. No, I want Abolition to mean something to myself and the reader. The series have evolved into many sub genres since it's conception and I'm so pleased with the direction it's going. I only hope my readers will feel the same way. Each book stands alone from each other, but without each book one there could be no book two, and without book two there could be no book three. Does that make sense? Well to me it does. I'm really pushing my Abolition Series and I hope takes off for me within the next few years, but book four will most likely be the last book in the series.
Also, I've been working on the second book in my Lilly Series. At first I didn't want to make Lilly into a series, but after all the positive feedback from Lilly and the enjoyment from writing a thriller/horror book, I decided that there would be a book two.
I am currently writing another new novel as well. It will be titled Distortion. It is a fictional dark comedy genre. I've always thoroughly enjoyed reading dark comedies and now I'm attempting to write one. It'll be a while until it's completed, but I at least wanted to get the news out there to you guys.
Last but not least, I've decided to share a piece that I've been working on. I'm not going to tell you guys what story it is from yet, but a reminder that it is a rough draft only. So I'm sure there will be many errors in my writing so please be kind. I'm just really excited to share with you and I haven't posted anything in a while so here you go. Enjoy. Also, please leave comments. Cheers!
Prologue
Darkness
surrounded him, from all sides there was darkness. There was no sunlight or
moonlight to distinguish night from the day, at least not in the last twenty
years or so. To him those days were only a myth, a story that parents would
tell their children before they put them to bed. Both he and his sister were
raised in total darkness. It was all they knew, besides the stories that was
told to them from their mother. Those stories which in fact fueled him and gave
him a reason to live, but his sister was the complete opposite. She tried to
survive by the easy way and decided that there was no hope left for humanity,
and wanted to live in hiding from the enemy.
His mother was dying and he knew
that she would be dead upon his return, but he had to do his part. There was a
certain man he was looking for, a man who once led the rebellion and the war
against the enemy. He was a man that his father fought alongside with and had
the upmost respect for. This man even saved his life once when he was a young
child. That was last time he had ever saw this man. Afterwards he had
disappeared and his whereabouts have been a mystery ever since. Some say that
he was a time traveler and his mission failed, so he had returned back to his
time and reality, others say he went into another dimension, there were a lot
of amazing stories that surrounded the man that was named Quinn.
Only his torchlight guided him
through the darkness. He knew it was a risk to carry one, but it was his only
hope. There were some places so dark that he couldn’t even see his own hand in
front of his own face, and only his slow moving feet could keep him on the
right path. Each step was nerve-racking. Many have perished on this road
because many have chosen not to carry a torch and those fools lose their
footing only to tumble down a cliff to their death. There was no horizon that
separated the sky from the earth. There was no sunlight that could penetrate
the darkness. There were no food crops. The weather could be extreme at times,
which included high winds and cold temperatures that mostly stayed well below
freezing. Venturing into the wilderness was to some complete suicide, but not
to him. He knew the paths well, and many he learned as a child, but most of all
he learned how to stay survive.
Suddenly those memories of when
Quinn saved him as a child had come flooding back. He was only eight years old
when he first met Quinn and that was the only time he met him. He was young and
dumb, but desperately wanted to see the place his father always talked about
and longed to see, the Valley. It was the home of his father and the place he died
trying to win back from the enemy. There the enemy’s power was the strongest.
The darkness there was so thick that still to this day he remembered the
sensation it gave him. The hairs upon his own neck stood on end and a chill ran
down his spine.
He stood on a high ridge and
remembered looking down into the Valley below, but to him it was only a black
sea of darkness, except for the floating orbs. Till then the orbs were only a
myth to him, but after seeing them with his own eyes, they instilled a fear
into him that still to this day haunted him. They floated in silence; many
swirled with blue and green colors. They were beautiful and mesmerizing at the
same time. It was as if they were calling to him to come near, but then he felt
it, a hard hand upon his right shoulder. Suddenly he was spun around, and there
a man stood before him, with a torch lighting his hard, stern face.
“You’re coming with me, boy. Your mother
is worried sick about you,” the man said.
Quinn was a huge man, or at least to
his eight year old mind he was, but yet, there was gentleness to him that
reminded him of his father. He tried to resist Quinn, but he was too strong and
easily overpowered him.
“I want to see my father,” he
screamed out.
Quinn quickly covered his mouth, “Listen,
boy. Do you want us killed? Trust me when I say this, but your father is dead.
Now keep quiet and once we get you closer to home, then you can ask me more
questions,” Quinn explained.
Once Quinn safely brought him home,
he just left him. There were no answers to any of questions, especially the
ones pertaining to his father. He felt lost and hopeless, but worst of all was
the beating his received from his mother that day. He remembered how his older
sister just laughed while she watched him get punished. For days he wasn’t able
to sit down properly, but even after all that he still didn’t learn his lesson.
He would venture out into the wilderness in search for Quinn. Every once in a
while he would get lucky and find pockets of the last stand, and they would
direct him in the last known whereabouts of Quinn, but somehow Quinn was always
one step ahead of him. Years and years he searched, but all had been in vain,
just like his current quest had been in vain as well.
He was headed home now, although he
didn’t want to. Once again he felt hopeless and lost in this world that he
supposedly had a purpose to live for. He remembered as a small child that his
father told him, “Son, you’ll be the savior of mankind and so will your sister.
You both have to take care of one another. Do you understand?” he said.
Each day his father protected him
and made sure that nothing would happen to him or his sister, even their mother
felt the same, but after his father had died their mother’s hope and love had
died with him. She became angry, violent, and overly protective of them both.
Over the past few years their mother had developed a disease that was incurable,
and both he and his sister knew that it was inevitable that death would take
her soon. As he wandered closer to home he knew that she was already dead. He
could feel it deep within his bones, but there was no sadness that overcame
him, for it was as if his soul had died years ago too. He learned to cope with
great pain, sadness, and evil, for he grew up in the time of total darkness,
and the darkness was part of him.
He finally made it into the village
in which he, his sister, and their mother lived. It was one of the last known
villages of survivors left standing. Over the years the enemy had devastated
the surviving villages and now there were only a few pockets of survivors
clinging onto hope. His village consisted of about five hundred people and was
considered the largest community of survivors. They all worked together and
learned to survive and keep one another alive.
As he made his way through the
village, many individuals respected him and showed their respects, not only
towards him and who he was, but for who his parents were as well. Many of the
older survivors fought along with his parents and even some of them fought
against them in the Great War. During the war, all of humanity eventually
united for one cause. They knew who the real enemy was and knew by uniting
together would be their only chance for survival, but of course there were
differences and ignorance that got in the way, which resulted in humanities
defeat. The entire human race was almost eradicated, but men like Quinn, his
father, and his mother, refused to make that a reality and fought against the
enemy.
