I've been practicing to write in a first person view, and these popped into my head. Originally the two are separate short stories but i've decided to fuse them into a novel. although i've only made the intro and the end. There is no body yet.
As I regain consciousness under the glow of the night, I find myself stark naked in an unfamiliar zone, confused to how I ended up here. Terrain of giant trees surrounds me; inside a forest, I conclude. Immediately, a horrific conception of loss and uncertainty shot at me like a speeding bullet, with no clue of what that is.
Not knowing where else to go, I decided to walk on for awhile, wandering through tower of trees, never-ending branches, spider webs, veiling vines, gnarled roots, thorny bushes, and lumps of fallen leaves. As I stroll along the way, the slope’s irregularity would sometimes escalate and sometimes drop at given intervals, bound by rocks and grasses. Up above, massive branches and dense leaves nearly conceal the sky, but the moonlight penetrates through treetops in particles of tiny beams, flooding the scene with its graceful brilliance. Regardless of the faint light, my vision is as clear as the day. A breeze blows out every now and then, rustling the dark leaves above me, though I feel the sharp coldness around my body, strange enough, I’m not bothered at all. I pause for a moment and review my surroundings. I could somehow sense the presence of someone or something cloaking underneath the shadows, camouflaged like a chameleon in the midst of darkness, patiently observing me like some kind of prey, waiting for an opportunity to strike. I stand still and brace myself for what to emerge. Somewhere, an owl gives out a disturbing sound. I hear nonstop buzzing of insects. Branches tremble once again due to strong winds. Time elapse and nothing happens. I think the mysterious creature had withdrawn, or perhaps I’m just paranoid and the creature out there is nothing but a figment of my mental state caused by this dark environment enclosing me. So I resume my aimless journey through the endless labyrinth sprinkled of pale lights slipping from tree branches, dubious of my assumed delusion.
The tree leaves gets thicker, thus, makes the atmosphere heavier, causing my mind to create metamorphic things. I often glance back to check if these imaginary beings come to life. Soon, my vision gets dimmer and dimmer until reduced into total darkness. The lights are now nowhere in sight.
As I forge deeper into the forest I reach a round clearing perfectly walled by overcast trees, where moonlight descends like a spotlight, illuminating the stage set for the star’s arrival. My feet take me to the center stage, bathe in what I acknowledge as divine light that purify all sins. It feels as though I’m inside the forest’s heart. I let the gentle light cleanse my nude body, and through the round opening above, I watch how the full-moon and its million disciples of stars conquer the sky with their luminous aura. Not a trace of cloud can be found. All of a sudden, my psyche turned blank, but that blankness is in the form of the moon’s traits, observant of its unusual brightness, the scars on its skin, tracing its flawless spherical shape. I couldn’t cast my eyes off its inescapable allure, I was hypnotized beyond understanding. I held my gaze for I don’t know how long, but the instant I broke free from the spell, I felt an unbearable thirst. Coincidentally, I could vaguely decipher the sound of shuffling waters nearby. I pace towards the source in eager liberation from thirst, and as I draw nearer it becomes clear to me the sound of a river. My ears lead me to another clearing which I thought in triumph is the finish line, but unfortunately, the small river in-between only act as a shortstop, because at the other side, the forest still expands further.
When I reached my destination after an unexpected long period of stride, it came to me that the distance from heart to river was more or less a mile differential. Blinded by thirst and pushing aside all aberration, I gallop down for a drink, bend on my knees and pour my face unto the streaming water. Not a second past after my third gulp, I tilt my head up and cough out all waters I’ve consumed, realize, too late, its foul taste. Out of the corner of my eyes, along the river sidelines across, I notice a silhouette of a four-legged beast drinking the same water. As my eyes adjust it turned to be the shape of a deer. He breaks his drink to put a look on me. I return his gaze. Our eyes meet. A surge of unknown force draws out and persuades my subconscious desire to capture it. The deer, with its unquestionable instinct, sensed my hostility as I sensed his fear. He retreats to the forest in distress haste then I take pursuit like a hungry predator, crossing on multiple rocks hedge over the river in precise coordination.
I’m not sure if the adrenaline caused it, but in the course of my chase I began to undergo certain changes, or to be specific, I began to discover my hidden abilities. My movement swift as a cat shifting through narrow corners; my reflex quick as an aggressive snake; my senses sharp as a bat amid darkness; my velocity fast as a sprinting cheetah; and I have the endurance of a horse. I’ve become an animal. These newly acquired skills allow me to slip past low-hanging branches, clamber up rocks, leap over mounds and tumbled trunks, neatly avoid all thorns; manage to retain my focus on the target at the same time move pass all obstacles in versatility. As I draw closer to my prey I prepared myself for one big jump, and as I did, soaring up the air, I grabbed hold of the deer in out most viciousness, strangling it by the ground, pinning it down with my bear-like strength. Then as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, I shred open its flesh using my bare teeth, and savor the mild sensation of its blood. Many times I tried to stop but the body won’t respond to any of my thoughts, as if it has a mind of its own, it took over and left my conscience in abyss. Or perhaps I’ve been overtaken by spirits. Nonetheless here I am, helplessly watching myself sabotage blood from this innocent, pitiful creature while in contrast, deep inside, I crave for more.
I retrace my steps back the river, where I jump in, unhesitant despite the striking coldness, to wash the dried blood paste on my skin. The water is leveled with my waist and the torrent is weak enough for me to stabilize my stance. From my standpoint I could see the river’s elongated trail exceeding far beyond what human eye could possibly perceive. For a few yards away it can be visible thanks to the moon’s bright glow, but its depth reaches to hollow darkness. And if I was to enter that space devoid of light, I’d be walking endlessly never to seek freedom. I look back and see the same spectacle. Once again I gaze upon the moon, this time I’m unaffected of any spell. As I wash myself it was inevitable for me to glance upon my reflection, and because of it a huge revelation had been discovered. At last, loss and uncertainty revealed itself: I’m at complete lost of who I am.
The world is tainted gray, thick clouds hover the sky. I feel myself trapped inside of those black and white movies I used to watch decades ago. I’m sitting by the seashore, absentmindedly staring at the vast horizon before me; the ocean. I close my eyes and welcome the wind's soothing touch through my skin, hear the roaring sound of waves, feel my bare feet on the cold sand. I am alone and lonely on this desolate piece of land, but I like it. Tranquility always aids me from boundless discomforts, and in time, came to acknowledge it as my sole friend. I look back at the miserable life I’ve led. I guess living was worth wasting time, even with nothing.
Hours have past, or perhaps minutes, or maybe mere seconds. I am oblivious of time, although none really matters anymore. Along with time, the purpose of my coming was also lost in the absence of my thoughts, but right now all reason burns down to nothing. My soul is content to just sit here and wait... wait? Ah, yes, I am waiting. For who? For what? I’m certain for some reason that if I continue to stay here, the answer would soon return my way. So I’ve waited and waited with nothing more than my unwavering patience.
I open my eyes. Finally it struck me as I get a glimpse upon a distant spec of light peeking from beyond; I came here to see the sun. I stand in eager anticipation despite seeing this ball of fire countless times from movies and pictures. Nonetheless, I longed to witness it with my own eyes for the first and last time. My clothes sway with the heavy winds, I wear white long-sleeved shirt with its collar and wrist button off, and simple black slacks I’ve kept for years. The wind caresses my never-growing, never-shortening hair, and my never-aging young face. A beam of light cuts through the heavens, slowly leaking color unto the lifeless sky, clouds disperse and give way for the upcoming sun, tides loosen their anger and become gentle, flock of birds fly across in symmetrical formation, the dead sea shimmer bright like sparkling diamonds. When the sun had ultimately liberated itself from the ocean’s reach, a same sense of liberation also engrossed me, as if I, at long last, am freed from this cursed world’s curse. Beautiful… I mumbled. I watch the sun spread life to the world as it takes life away from me. The spectacular scene that mesmerizes my every thought permits me from noticing my body gradually degrade to bits. I felt an intense nausea, my immeasurable strength was being drained to the frailty of an old man, and as I try to steady my posture I crumble towards the ground with my knees and arms still fighting to stand. I feel my body burning. I am in pain and despair. With my remaining ounce of might I lift myself up and take one last view of the sun, that I, for unknown reasons, would risk everything to grasp. I spread my arms open as my body burn to ashes and become one with the sand beneath, leaving no evidence of my irrelevant existence.
2012 I'm ready for you!