PortalHomeGalleryFAQSearchMemberlistUsergroupsRegisterLog in
Log in
Username:
Password:
Log in automatically: 
:: I forgot my password
Poll
Is the phrase "Once upon a time..."
Overused
33%
 33% [ 1 ]
Underused
67%
 67% [ 2 ]
Total Votes : 3
Monthly Writing Prompt
For this month's writing prompt write a scene using the following sentence to start;

The streets were deserted. Where was everyone? Where had they all gone?

Writing Tip
Our monthly writing tips are written by our very own TerishD. You can read more in Terish's Blog located in "The Abstractions" area of the forum.

Look Back

When not able to write ahead, it helps to look back. In my case I had written a paragraph ahead of the story. What I needed to do was add a section of exposition (talking) presenting some facts. In going back, I realized that I could insert a section where a 'tour' of the surroundings could be done. This allowed for character interaction, story development, and other things that enabled me to present the facts in an entertaining manner.

One should not face a writer's block with the mentality of bursting through it. I have found in my own experience that a writer's block is usually due to my mind indicating that it has a problem in 'channeling' the story. One reason might be a re-imagining of certain story points. Another reason however is that there is a problem in where you are at in the story, so you need to look back and find out the problem with the 'journey' that prevents the tale from advancing.

Latest topics
» the marriage
Yesterday at 4:30 am by oskar

» And the New Advance Begins: TimeSaga D1 (First of 5)
August 13th 2017, 9:51 pm by TerishD

» the invisible
August 13th 2017, 5:11 am by oskar

» grateful
August 12th 2017, 6:20 am by oskar

» at the surgery
August 11th 2017, 5:55 am by oskar

Top posters
oskar (2091)
 
TerishD (1219)
 
HYdraMStar (1170)
 
Kellycakes (1136)
 
Snacker (818)
 
Urs (569)
 
fleamailman (400)
 
Leaka (334)
 
JuJu (287)
 
alexandra (198)
 

Share | 
 

 Dilemma of Dreams - Cp1

View previous topic View next topic Go down 
AuthorMessage
TerishD


avatar

Male
Number of posts : 1219
Age : 57
Location : Ringgold, Louisiana
Current Mood :
Registration date : 2008-07-21

PostSubject: Dilemma of Dreams - Cp1   October 12th 2011, 7:52 am

An adult speculative Christian post-armegeddon fiction
Dilemma of Dreams
Chapter One: Complete

Report of My Vision

You might have a hard time imagining how peaceful I thought things were. Food was hard to come by, but nobody tried to steal it from you. Others would check on you to see how much food that you had, because there was no reason not to share. The water in the streams was clean. I did not have to fear for my life, but I guess that I should have.

What exactly happened, I still want to know. This report has the limitation of being mine, and I am without the facts. I however feel that I once understood things.

I reacted that day. I remember so much very clearly. I thought things were going well. I had spent the day looking for gold. I thought of establishing a mine and searching through the rock for gold. After I had dug up enough to be at peace, I would look at my mine and consider how I could make the burrow into a home. I had thus not gone walking looking for a good place to mine for gold, but a good place to call home. When I came back into town, I however knew that things were not correct.

“Sheriff Mesapher! Sheriff Mesapher! We arrested Peralte as you said.”

Officer Nintart came running to me quite pleased with himself. I had given him the assignment that day somehow sensing that Peralte would present himself as a problem. The man took pride in working against the proper ways of the local community. He really did not break laws, but flaunted his deeds that came close to the limits of complete depravity. Most men gaining some temporary wealth would take advantage of one of the unclaimed ladies, but Peralte had claimed all the ladies when success came his way. I arrested the man simply to allow the ladies to return to their lives and possibly allow a few to show their favors to another man. Another time Peralte had built a contraption to take advantage of the flow of the river for power, and I had to arrest him again so those who wanted it removed could do so. He had recently been spotted teaching an animal to do tricks, so when I left this morning I considered it proper to arrest the man again. Officer Nintart thus wanted the satisfaction of gaining the accolades for doing his duty.

“That is most pleasing, Nintart,” I replied. “How much trouble did he give you?”

“None, Sheriff Mesapher. I went and told him that he was being arrested, and he did not even ask me why I was arresting him. He simply told me to lead the way.”

Those words hit me hard. I began running. Somehow I understood that the pleasant life that I had was over. Hoping to manage to keep the life I had, I raced to the jail.

Some people stopped to look at me running with a couple lifting a hand to wave. Antelope then fled from next to the building to race ahead of me. What had been a barrel turned into a piano, and if I had not been running I might have stopped to play it. Flowers with wide petals covered the ground before my feet could land, and I remember being glad at how much more pleasant it made the rush. When I stopped before the jail, now a building of soapstone being excavated by ants, I noticed a cow come to a halt behind me that I somehow recognized as Nintart.

Moving apart the ivy that now acted as the door, I stumbled into a pool of water. Lifting myself up, I saw Peralte lying upon a water lily that I understood rested within the area that had been his jail cell. That troubled me greatly, and I stumbled attempting to quickly move through the water and confront Peralte.

“You couldn’t let things be!” I screamed at him. “I was so happy here!”

“Mesapher, I am not the cause. I am actually the one that was working to keep this world alive.”

Peralte continued to lie on the water lily. I could see how the pliable leaf worked to provide comfort and support. Even though in the place of criminals, he was quite comfortable.

“You kept doing things to upset the order!”

“No. I kept doing things to provide an order. What you had here was a period of stability. Those never last.”

“They could!”

He turned, but not much. I realized that what I saw as a comfortable place of rest had its own instability. If he lifted himself, the leaf would not support him. Only by lying down and spreading out his weight could he remain dry and with some comfort. While I wanted such ease for myself, my attitude would not allow me to hold a relaxed position. I however felt some pleasure seeing that he did have some constraint upon him.

“No, Mesapher. Stability is a long-term view. At the immediate level there are periods of feast and famine. The feasts are great, but the famines are painful with the prospect of death for the common folk. You have to work to obtain any sense of true survivable stability, and you do not work.”

“I will too work. I am the sheriff.”

“Who else was present to claim the position?”

“What?”

I believe it was at that moment that I began to lose my sense of my place in the cosmos. I presently believe that I should have not have needed to ask that question. I know that Peralte looked at me strangely. I thought that maybe Nintart had done something wrong, but the swan pecked at the ants cheerfully eating. I thought of the water needing fish to eat any ants that fell into it, although I remember also being glad at the lack of alligators to eat the fish. Looking back at Peralte, it took me a moment to remember his name.

Accepting that his last statement made no sense, I simply said, “I liked it here.”

“I liked it here as well, Mesapher. I actually wanted this to work. This was not bad at all, but the system would not work without any effort. You did nothing however.”

“I did too! I am Sheriff!”

“And what did you do with the title? You arrested the one person attempting to work so you could stay at your job.”

The walls of the jail turned to crystal with the ants falling into the water as diamonds. Nintart changed into a snake with me being grateful that he did not attack. I felt myself rise from the water as a hyacinth grew beneath me, and to enable it to lift me I collapsed into a lotus position. The crystal of the walls was not clear enough to enable me to see what happened outside, but I kept my focus on Peralte.

“You were attempting to bring technology!”

“I was attempting to bring stability. Just small things that would make life in this reality survivable through the hard times.”

“By making us work in times of ease!”

Peralte now moved to also sit in a lotus position, but his demeanor had none of the tranquility usually associated with those that contort their bodies in such a fashion. I however have to admit that I also did not have a calm serene mind. Some sense of survival drove me, although I felt my hold on my mind and everything around me failing. Peralte continued to however speak words of reason to me.

“I put no requirements upon you, Mesapher. I did not come to you to do anything. You could have had your life.”

I remember feeling the pain of accepting his words as having been true. I discovered Peralte doing the things that I arrested him for. He did not go around town boasting of his deeds. He had not come to me with petitions to get others to help him with his projects. I had simply found him active, and arrested him to force him to stop. Having a sense of bringing about my own doom, I found some words to say in return.

“It should not be this way, Peralte. I built a good system.”

I wish that I knew why I had said that. I had some knowledge that enabled me to say those words that I do not have presently. My instructors have worked with me to open up my mind and connect with whatever past these thoughts come from, but it has not worked. All that I can presently do is accept that such were the words I said, and that I probably had some reason for saying them.

“You did build a pleasant system, Mesapher, but it is obvious that we have different opinions of what a good system is. What you did not build was a system of support for the reality you desired. You however could have been happy here if you would have allowed me to help you, but the time here is finished.”

A section of the crystal wall melted as if ice. I saw a cliff with colorful mushrooms growing upon it. I actually remember thinking that the growth of fungi were lovely, so that type of a world would have been acceptable. The sky swirled with orange and blue color, and that told me that Peralte’s words were correct. I however pleaded for some resolution.

“Why could it not last?”

“Because you stopped my efforts. You did not even discuss the issues with me. You arrested me and told me to stop.”

I did not want to accept the blame, so cried out, “Why did you have to come here?”

“Because a report came of the loss of Cephalus. He was my friend. We were working on separate realities with the plans to eventually unite them and create a hub for a large association. When I gained a point that things in my reality was at peace, I however found Cephalus’ reality had completely collapsed. I rushed to Heaven, and there learned that Cephalus would need time to re-acclimate himself to a less than divine existence. Dimerkess was worried about you, and he sent me to you.”

I would like to know who Dimerkess was, or is. I think that he was my father, but no more than a distant feeling places that association with him. What troubles me is the fact that I cannot connect any relationship between me and Dimerkess in the memories I am now relating. I feel a strong sense of loss in not knowing his identity, although at the time my only sense of discomfort was in the loss of the world around me.

“What is going to happen to us?”

“I have a stable reality. This thus does not bother me. I do not know what is going to happen to you, but I will do everything I can to prevent losing you. What I need from you is to remember that I was trying to help you.”

“You did a horrible job.”

He shrugged his shoulders, then as reality collapsed around me he said, “Maybe, but I did put out the effort.”

_________________
Fantasy puts more requirements on the writer than any other fiction, because the world must be made as real before anything else can be real.
Adult Christian fiction quite different than all the usual lame stuff in that market.  "Dilemma of Dreams" now in hard back.
Back to top Go down
View user profile http://www.terishd.com
 
Dilemma of Dreams - Cp1
View previous topic View next topic Back to top 
Page 1 of 1
 Similar topics
-
» Mai-Otome Zwei Episode 4: Connecting Dreams
» Alden's Dilemma for Season 9 rewrite
» Dreams In Darkness/Watch This City Burn
» Alden's Dilemma
» [Colo] The City of Dreams [Feb 27th 2014 - March 1st 2014]

Permissions in this forum:You cannot reply to topics in this forum
 :: The Pennings (Writer's Forum) :: The Scrawler's Workplace-
Jump to: