Starlight Rust: Chapter One

I awake amongst the dusty clouds, feeling the misty frost on my face, solidifying my perplexed expression. My feet without control like a new born child. I was flying.

Is such a thing possible? I don’t care. I spread my arms, embracing the cold continuous blast of wind amongst the glittering silk of night. A light emerges from the never-ending distance. My curiosity peeks like the precipice of a volcanic eruption and i ready to leap inside. Before i can even think, i realise that my curiosity has already propelled me towards it. But the closer i get to it the further i remain. What is this deception? I will myself to stop, but am unable to. A sense of fear seeps into my soul, sealed inside by my own mind’s lack of control. The clouds darken as i begin to breathe sharply, and the light vanishes amongst the darkness. The heavy breathing drowns me in a sense of vertigo and i begin to sweat like a lamb knowing of it’s inevitable slaughter. I let out a cry but am still helpless. My vision completely covered by the betraying veil of dark clouds and yet a flash of lightning blinds me, followed by a roar of thunder that sends my muscles into a solidifying tenseness. At this point i know that my slaughter is inevitable and yet i wail and thrash about like there is some hope that i may be freed from this force of darkness.

I notice an eagle on my right glowing in its bronze splendour. I look to it for comfort, but instead it gazes back at me like a predator ready to strike. The lightning strikes again and again, sending blindness through my eyes and instant rainfall soaks me; turning my clothes into the very darkness, pulling me down enough to feel gravity ten-fold and yet leave me hanging still amongst the war of light and thunder. I look at the eagle again and it sends a pulsing screech through the atmosphere and shudders my eardrums. I don’t understand it but i turn the other way and notice that my left arm is a wing of bronze feathers. I pull my left wing and right arm in front of me. What am i? Confusion and fear grips me, and becomes all i know at this moment.

A crackle of lightning shoots down hitting my wing. I cry out with all my being as it penetrates my entire body, turning half my shirt into ashes and half my wing into abused burnt coal. The pain excruciating and numbing as my feathers are set ablaze. A second bolt whips my chest, leaving nothing on my pale skin but the scars and scorches of the unforgiving sky. A third and forth strikes me shredding parts of my trousers and parts of my skin. I scream in agony and can no longer bare it. I give in. I turn my head to see my steaming body and the rain -however refreshing- holding the lightning to my body like an electric robe of torture. And that is when i see her. In the distance, a face. She glows like an angel watching my demise. My eyes barely open. I know her. Yet i cannot name her. I reach out with what is left of my right arm, hoping that it is not another betraying illusion like the light earlier. I no longer care who she is; i simply long for her as if in a instant she is the love of my life. The grip of the sky on me is lifted and i am dropped.

My uncontrolled flight comes to a halt and my new path is downwards into the abyss. With my body in agony, i try to look down to see if there is even a ground, but with my back facing below and smoke like clouds haunting my vision, i can barely see. I notice that my fall rivals that of the rain itself and the droplets seems to halt mid-flight. A sense of envy fills me as the rain seems to be travelling upwards, merely me travelling faster downwards. I look up and the angels face is no longer visible. I miss her. My heart broken. I try to look below again and manage to see a giant crater laying there beneath me; my grave all ready and welcoming. A surge of energy pulses through me, adrenaline pumping, but diverting straight into panic and fear. With only seconds left i look death right in the eye and let out my final cry.

 

… And so this drama unfolds

I finally sit here in my dusty haven after a few injuries from the clumsiness that stalks me at every corner. And i decided that today was the day. Ok title title title….. and it is going to be…..

 

“Starlight Rust”

 

This is the first thing that has just come to mind. I don’t know why and i don’t know what it is. But now i have a title for my story. Now to conjure the story itself. I have to admit this little project of mines is very exciting. But now for the real challenge. Writing a story, improvised in the moment itself as each chapter is written in stone, with no prior planning or thought.

I’ll be giving this project its own little space at the top, so keep an eye out and let me know what you think. The first chapter will appear very soon.

For those wondering what this project is, check our my prior post

Belated but Updated and Fighting for my Writing

 

Hope you like what’s to come. Well, i hope i like it too.

 

Belated but Updated and Fighting for my Writing

I am starting a few new projects and some mini projects. Most of which are secrets mwahahahaha *chokes on his laughter*.

But yes anyway, someone i hold very dear to me made me realise how much i love writing. When i was a little kid i used to read like crazy. There wasn’t a book i couldn’t leave alone, be it about fantasy, astronomy, science fiction, dinosaurs, life, technology, facts, animals, dinosaurs, physics, film, television, food, art and dinosaurs. And many more, even a book about how to make different types of knots. My favourites were always about astronomy, fantasy, science fiction and, well …… dinosaurs, but my love for reading and writing has made me want to do more in it now. Life’s problems made it difficult to pursue my passions, but it is never too late.

So, among the poetry and dreams and things that i write about, i will be starting a little on-going story. Now i normally already write stories so i wanted this to be different, so here will begin an on-going story that i will write as i think up each part. Each time i post a chapter, it will be completely improvised from the top of my head. This will be both exciting and an interesting way to see the imagination through my mechanical mind (<—eh eh, see what i did there ^v^).

Coming within the next day or so i will begin my new improvised and on the spot imagined story, all written as i go including the genre, characters, plot, setting and even the title.

Until then see you all very soon.

 

To Draw or not to Draw

It has been a difficult and shocking week and two dear friends of mines are having trouble for which i will continue to always have faith in and not give up on, after all the greatest friends are the ones who stick by even in the most difficult of times, and especially when not asked to. Sometimes the best thing to do is to occupy your body for the times your mind is unable to think straight.

And so i decided to draw. I’m not much of an artist (especially in comparison to some of the people i know) but i can do something and i think at times they look nice. I have never pursued drawing as a career because at first i used to simply not feel good enough, but now i feel it is more of a hobby than a career. I may one day publish a comic book or a novel with illustrations (no not of you little monkey, ok maybe) or maybe even do some concept art or canvas paintings, but that’ll probably be it. Nevertheless drawing takes my mind and puts it deep into the imagination i hold so dear in that bizarre brain of mines.

I’ve been told i am good at drawing since i was a little sapling, i used to win merits, and awards and even had some art of mines exhibited in museums. I think that if i kept it up as a primary course in every school, college and at university i would be much better now but then i love to do too many things. Literally all the navigation links above i have some sort of a passion for, including the not yet named error. Currently i can draw fairly ok, but only using references. If you tell me to draw without any references then what i draw will not come out very well. It may simply be because i haven’t really practiced as much, i haven’t done life drawing which i would like to, nor have i focused on it as a primary passion. Because you don’t become a great artist with talent alone, it takes a lot of hard work. Below are drawings of left hands, why left hands? Because i’m right handed. The one on the left has been drawn without a reference, whereas the one on the right was drawn using my own left hand as a reference. Spot the difference.

 

 Drawing of a hand without a referenceDrawing of my own left hand

 

Good thing is i can often use references and alter them as i draw, such as my previous drawing post of the person singing. After all i don’t want to be replicating the picture and most likely making a much worse representation of it haha. But then again sometimes the point is to replicate. I guess one of the next things i would like to do is digitally colour my drawings. Currently i have only done one digital drawing and it came out somewhat ok, but i guess after a few hundred years i should be a master. In the meantime i am going to make some shader spheres to practice getting the different colours right and working with highlights and shadows. I will also soon be receiving a modern take on the Camera Lucida (room of light), a piece of technology used throughout the 19th Century as an indispensable tool for drawing masters and this day it is hardly known of. A team of two decided to put together a modern version known as a NeoLucida and this is what i will be receiving soon and it’ll be interesting to see what i can do with it, besides chewing on the lens.

Although i draw, i also do creative writing, video production and soon to be voice acting and you will see more of these soon.

Thanks for reading, love you all.

 

When Right Writing Rightly Writes Alright

This section is dedicated to the various writing i do, as after one of the things i have always wanted to do is publish a novel, so that people’s imagination explodes and the world visualises what i have written their own way. Sharing is amazing when it can make an impact to people and that is what i want to do. Of course i do a lot of stuff and i need to shape up on my skills so in time things will become much more clearer as this drama unfolds.

Keep Your Eye On It

 

I hope that’s not scary. Thanks for reading.

 

The Doodles Begin to Roll

Here it is! The first in a line up of awesome new things to come.

And it begins with this, a forever rolling line up of doodles i have done, with less talk and more showing. Whether they be small doodles that seem pointless or meaningless or slightly more detailed doodles that say more than just POW! But more like POW! BOFF! KRAKKK! and KAPOWZERS! Yep that’s what you’re getting. A fist full of doodles.

 

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