I've sort of been on a Spacebattles archive binge for the last month or so. At some point along the line, I got thinking.
...yes, I know that that's a scary proposition. Quiet.
The idea got stuck in my head- well, ideas. There have been a few of them. I ended up using a few, and saving the rest for later.
Be warned- this is mostly unedited, and will also take some time to reach the good bits. Stylistic, grammar, plot, and spelling critiques are welcomed.
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Entry 1 (Day 1)
"...that's odd. I don't remember a forest being here. Where the heck am I?"
The last thing I remember before the forest was getting on the freeway after work. It was a really nice day- blue sky, fluffy white clouds, just the right amount of sun and breeze and coolness- the sort of day that you can't help but enjoy the drive. So I did.
It was easy enough to let the world around me just fall away, leaving nothing but the road in front of me, my three mirrors, the needle on my speedometer, and the wonderful cool breeze coming in my open window. I couldn't tell you how long I spent like that.
What I remember is noticing that the cool breeze I'd been enjoying had become fifteen degrees (Fahrenheit, of course- I'm an American) warmer, the off-ramp I was expecting was just the slightest bit *missing*- oh, and there was a *tree* where I was expecting a road.
...one swerve and a lot of frantic braking later, I'd brought my faithful four-door to a stop in a grassy field, of all places. There was a forest in my rearview mirror. This wasn't exactly impossible- I live in a very green, very forested area- but I'd've had to go quite some distance to get to the nearest one.
Quite some distance in the other direction, that is. Through a city or two, and possibly over some rivers. Needless to say, I was quite confused.
So I ended up taking a walk back along my path, following the ruts I'd dug in the dirt. Those tire tracks vanished a few hundred feet into the edge of the forest- and I mean *vanished*. They literally came into existence in the middle of a big muddy patch. I spent two hours looking for any way- ANY WAY AT ALL- that I could've gotten there except for the obvious. No dice.
I'm lost. Worse than that, I seem to have been made lost, by some agency beyond my ken.
...now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to curl up into a ball and whimper helplessly for a while.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
...yes, I know that that's a scary proposition. Quiet.
The idea got stuck in my head- well, ideas. There have been a few of them. I ended up using a few, and saving the rest for later.
Be warned- this is mostly unedited, and will also take some time to reach the good bits. Stylistic, grammar, plot, and spelling critiques are welcomed.
**********
Entry 1 (Day 1)
"...that's odd. I don't remember a forest being here. Where the heck am I?"
The last thing I remember before the forest was getting on the freeway after work. It was a really nice day- blue sky, fluffy white clouds, just the right amount of sun and breeze and coolness- the sort of day that you can't help but enjoy the drive. So I did.
It was easy enough to let the world around me just fall away, leaving nothing but the road in front of me, my three mirrors, the needle on my speedometer, and the wonderful cool breeze coming in my open window. I couldn't tell you how long I spent like that.
What I remember is noticing that the cool breeze I'd been enjoying had become fifteen degrees (Fahrenheit, of course- I'm an American) warmer, the off-ramp I was expecting was just the slightest bit *missing*- oh, and there was a *tree* where I was expecting a road.
...one swerve and a lot of frantic braking later, I'd brought my faithful four-door to a stop in a grassy field, of all places. There was a forest in my rearview mirror. This wasn't exactly impossible- I live in a very green, very forested area- but I'd've had to go quite some distance to get to the nearest one.
Quite some distance in the other direction, that is. Through a city or two, and possibly over some rivers. Needless to say, I was quite confused.
So I ended up taking a walk back along my path, following the ruts I'd dug in the dirt. Those tire tracks vanished a few hundred feet into the edge of the forest- and I mean *vanished*. They literally came into existence in the middle of a big muddy patch. I spent two hours looking for any way- ANY WAY AT ALL- that I could've gotten there except for the obvious. No dice.
I'm lost. Worse than that, I seem to have been made lost, by some agency beyond my ken.
...now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to curl up into a ball and whimper helplessly for a while.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.