Fiction

This story or collection of stories (Related or Unrelated) are works of my genius or happy-madness. They are all purely fiction (obviously or will become more obvious later) and may or may not parallel in some areas - my own life.

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P.S. - You may notice this blog will travel in reverse order, top to bottom, with newer posts at the bottom. Of course, to do this I will need to manipulate time... oh well.

Prologue

(Rev. 4-19-05)

As I peer up into the jewel-lit sky I see a tranquil full moon peering over the fields and trees casting an eerie glow and spotlighting all there is. I stand on a mound, in a field of tall grass, and behind me I feel a thick forest. Ahead I can see a large river moving swiftly, quietly, and undisturbed but slightly over it's banks. The stars are singing their beautiful song. Literally. I've heard it so many times and it's changed over the years. Always the most beautiful song, the melody is - incomprehensible. As each glimmer holds its note in chorus it glows brighter and brighter - building to something, building into some climax. Each star taking it's turn to shine brighter all over the moonlit floor. There is a glow way off in the distance northeast of me, over the horizon, on the other side of that river, and miles away. I just know it's some city...

Without time to fully understand my dream I wake up, feeling disconnected and drugged. After a moment I suddenly become aware that I'm riding in a car in the middle of the night. I can see that where I was is not where I am for the sky is to dark to hold my dream. What's happening? Who is this driving? It seems like we're on a country road next to... a river... I can see now... I know where we are - I know this river. It's that same river from my dream but we're closer to the city. I've been terrified of this road since I was a child, and now I know why. I've always been afraid to drive on this road, winding so close to the water. Now I know why...

I guess I've always known... always - "You think you're figurin' it allll out don't ya? I did it too I guess. I barely remember being you." The driver gives me no time to think about what he's saying - I can't understand it, something about him is very odd, really familiar but not quite. I can tell though, by the way I feel, that whatever is making it's way through my blood makes me concious and aware, but unable to move my arms, muscles, and unable to respond. No time to anyway.

We pull over and I know this is it... these breaths will be my last...

I

(Rev. 4-24)

How long have I been drifting? Minutes? Hours? Days?....

In that moment of death, time seemed to stop and fast forward - folding in on itself. My mind clinging to anything to hold onto as it stretched and pulled from my own skull. I rose and melted. My awareness tapered into oblivion in an instant and I could perceive all that was, all that is, and some things that aren't yet...

All in one moment I could hear thoughts of those I've never met and see cities I've never seen. Through wall and skin and stone I could see people doing what they do everyday... and then further, like I was being dragged into feeling them. I felt sadness, sorrow, and pain - suffering, and then further into the realization that there is little hope and much fear. I delved deep into the realization of darkness... then nothing...

All in one instant I drifted for a long time... not able to grasp at anything tangible, physically or mentally. Floating like driftwood through water of time. Up and out, and to places I've never been. Things became real suddenly, and I could see that there was much more to things outside of ourselves than I thought. Other people in other places just like us, or slightly different, doing things we find ourselves doing on a day-to-day basis... some of these people looked exotic and some very plain, and I could tell their culture was not that seperate from ours in all our diversity.

These worlds I perceived first were almost beacons of light. These worlds were like lighthouses in the void of space. They rose up and shined brighter and brighter. This power was a clear and brilliant light like none I had ever seen! This light was almost liquid, with no heat at all it licked and twisted out into space. The people on these worlds lived this reality, this love, and you could tell. These were places where war was never fought and anger was never heard of. The people on these worlds could see purity, they had hope for the future, they believed in each other and in perfection.

Then I could see that some of these other worlds had that tangible darkess... the same darkness as before only much heavier and much thicker... This darkess is so dense I can barely see the worlds underneath, as a cover it surrounds the world and closes it off, feeding that dispair and sadness. The darkness seethed and it was in fact almost alive. Pulsating and writhing, tightening its grip around these people and their worlds and suddenly something quite a bit closer caught my awareness...

There was a bright flash, and then another. The second strike made me realize that I was seeing it physically, behind my own eyelids. With all the velocity and force in all the world I ever felt in all my living life I had never felt anything like what was about to happen next. Like a bullet being shot into the dirt at point blank range I felt the universe jerk out from underneath me and I was blasted back down into my own flesh...

II

The night was dark, and the clouds hung almost like fog within the city. The rain had been coming down in sheets onto the pavement for days, nearly flooding it. The lightning was constant and sometimes it seemed a little more like day.

If there had been any pedestrians that night, they would have passed an old ragged man with a long dark hooded cloak that almost covered his feet. They also would have noticed that he relied heavily on a cane he held in his hand as he made his way acrossed the bridge. Even though he struggled and walked very slowly, it was evident in his attempted pace that he had a destination. As he hobbled onto the long, four-lane bridge that night, the lampposts above him dimmed ever so slightly with his passing, but no one would notice.

The man found his place on the sidewalk in the middle of the bridge. He stopped for a moment, as if to ponder some incurring thought, and placed his free hand on the lamppost that lit his figure from above. As he did this, only a few drivers thought they noticed the light above him flash out, but decided it was a trick of the night.

Obviously suprising the man for a moment, he scuffled slightly closer to the bridge's railing and leaned out over the edge. To an observer, he may have looked like a jumper. An old man in a long coat peering out over the edge of the bridge on a night like this, just didn't seem right. As the lightning lashed out acrossed the sky overhead, the flooding water's surface could be seen rushing around and crashing into the bridge's supports below, ever closer to the road.

As he looked out over the water, the storms pace seemed to pick up even more. Now almost roaring around him. The lightning struck and lit up the entire bay that encroached upon the city itself, as if the skyscrapers were cut out and pasted along the waterline. He raised his head now to the sky and realized that he could almost make out stars behind the clouds and the storm. He knew that they would begin to glow brighter and brighter one at a time, he was expecting it, and they did. The old man took a deep breath, sighed to himself, closed his eyes, and bowed his head.

As he did this all the streetlights around him began to dim noticeably, and the stars above began to sing. With each note the stars could be seen glowing brighter and brighter until you could see each and every one through the clouds. Almost like a hymn from Sunday Church they rose up and fell in unison, and each note was beautiful and unique. This went on for a few more moments, with stars sometimes singing together. Until the chorus climaxed all at once and God itself could be heard. Now they began pulling. The stars all at once began pulling at everything, to the point where the old man's ears popped and it felt like the air itself was going to be ripped into two. The moon began a low, resonant tone, the bridge creaked and the water began to rise swiftly. It felt almost like he was going to be lifted off the ground.

Now the stars were like searchlights, torching the sky as much as the lightning. The water began to surge and spray up onto the road. Suddenly in waves it began to crash up onto the side of the bridge and the man, almost knocking him over, but he held tight. With the stars and water united the air gave one last shove and a wall of water came up and over the railing. Crashing onto the sidewalk with enough water to deposit a small car. With a feeling of finality, everything seceded at once, with two final farewells the blinding bolts of light gave way to a calm, gentle rain. The streetlights came back to their odd orange glow, and the stars could no longer be seen behind the darkness.




As the water rushed away to the drains, two lonely figures like statues on some forgotten world could almost be seen through the night. Hardly even noticable, one old figure in a long black hooded coat turned away from the river to face the figure that laid not five feet from him now, in a pile on the ground, breathing slightly, as if dying or sleeping and dreaming of some other place.

* * * *

He is called, by those who know the stories of him who wanders here and there, the Genisis Man. Rallying and calling into arms those chosen people in worlds that need it most. It is someone like he that wakes and stirrs the warriors of these worlds to do battle with some great Darkness...

III

"Hm.. I'm not sure of the answer to that, though, I believe he drowned you."

"I can give you answers to only two of your questions. The rest you'll figure out on your own, I know nothing of them. I brought you back, but not by myself. It would be flattering to think I had enough life in me to give it to something that had died, but this isn't the case. I do not decide who lives, who is given back, who is returned. I just show up, like conducive wire, and it happens." He laughed to himself, "And it would seem to any other that it's a little more like luck that I am at any place at the right time. I, like you, serve powers that understand and comprehend all that we could ever hope to. Neither good or bad... as you would define it."

I had sooo many questions I wanted to ask him all at once, but instead, I just turned my head and looked out the window, not really caring that he only answered one of my questions.

The room we sat in was more like a conservatory, an indoor garden. The ceilings had to have been at least 20 feet with a glass roof that peaked sharply in the center. The room was all glass except one wall which was stone, attaching this room to the rest of the house. The glass panes in the room we were in were divided by white-painted wooden braces. I had never seen so many plants in one area except in movies as a kid. There were plants hanging everywhere, growing up the walls, and on the floor. I laid on a white couch close to a glass wall, wrapped in the softest blanket I have ever known, and the man sat a few feet away from me in a plush armchair that seemed to wrap around him when he relaxed back into it.

He closed his eyes now, and said very slowly, "Believe it or not, this universe is much, much older than your scientists have proven, or care to admit. It is in fact, vastly bigger than you could possibly know, and, inside, contains many other universes that are infinite and never-ending, such as the one in which you live...

How many cycles do you know of that just this planet has gone through? Trust me, my child, there have been more than that. In fact, I am older than this planet you live on. You yourself have lived many lives and many realities; our friends have, your earth has, your solar system has. There are universes existing inside universes, next to universes and another inside another. I wouldn't dare contemplate how it all works, no one I've ever come acrossed has ever known the origins or nature of these existences, they just are what they are. That doesn't mean the powers that are just sit back and watch things happen. Unatural things... things that should... never happen." With that his eyes emptied and I could tell he was thinking somewhere else for a moment. His eyes closed into meditation or something similar.

I've never been so exhausted...