The outskirts of the city were lit in a dim glow; a residue of light pouring out of the distrip. It was as if the light floated like a cloud, diminishing over time and resting its fog-like body downwind. Through the half-lit mist the silhouette of two men could be seen hiking on an anbandoned railroad track. The men were outlined by a centralized light they carried with them that seemed to emanate from a device slung on the back of one of the two men. The men walked with no words spoken between them; intent on their destination. The hum of brass and drums punctuated the air as if the two men’s walking somehow summoned the sounds from the remains of the city.
Suddenly the two silhouettes stopped as another larger silhouette appeared in the distance. The new silhouette appeared to be a creature grown solely for its utility. It stood a foot taller than the other two men with a skinny build and long, lanky appendages. The two men and the giant stood frozen staring at one another, waiting for the other to move.
From a distance one of the two men screamed, “Get Down!”
What transpired in the following minute felt as long as any lifetime.
*~~*
Edward pulled two revolvers from his side as Witticker hit the ground, holding his leather satchel over his head. Edward ran towards Jehovah firing several shots as the giant moved only slightly to miss their trails. As Edward ran out of bullets he threw the revolvers to his side and drew a sword hidden on his back. He jumped towards Jehovah, swinging the sword which was met by another, drawn by his opponent. The two weighed against one another, sizing the others strength, and then pushed away. Edward twirled the blade in his hand and lunged towards Jehovah who deflected it. They both rebounded and Edward ducked as Jehovah sliced through the air above him. Having caught his opponent off-balance Edward swept the giant’s legs out from under him, immediately cracking the hilt of his sword against Jehovah’s head. The massive body lay motionless as Edward walked back towards Witticker.
*~~*
After the altercation the two surviving men walked speedily away from the sight of the battle. Their silhouettes could be seen abandoning the railroad track yards away, leaving the light residue of the city for the wooded overgrowth. After several minutes the giant silhouette rose from its fallen position. It stood motionless, weaving for several moments and then staring into the sky; as if perplexed by some tremendous or complex question. Almost mechanically its head clicked back down to the earth. The mammoth shadow turned towards the city and ran at incredible speed towards the artificial light. A scream like an animal’s howl whistled through the air, a sound of rage and despair from the city of rubble.
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These are excerpts, presumably in order, of a book that I have been writing since the Spring of 2006. It is a science-fiction novel detailing a post-apocalyptic society in which people have unconsciously stopped dreaming. The story follows the character Witticker, the last dreamer. Through its unfolding it explores the value of individualism versus the lazy collectivism that has become the focus of our media today, evidenced in part by the countless examples of paint-by-numbers music and unrealized plots in both TV and film.
The purpose of sharing this with the larger public is to see what the initial reaction is and to confirm that this is all coming out lucidly and fluidly. Let me know what you like and what you don't. Thank you.
The purpose of sharing this with the larger public is to see what the initial reaction is and to confirm that this is all coming out lucidly and fluidly. Let me know what you like and what you don't. Thank you.
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- Bill
- I find myself involved in projects completely unrelated to each other.
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