Post by ~All I Need on Nov 7, 2008 15:14:36 GMT -5
Alright. So I've been having this recurring dream where I died because of heart failure and was sent to purgatory because I'm of the lost and hopeless. So, my hand has been posessed today and I've been writing nonstop! I'm going to post what I have so far up here. So please give me comments. Whether it be good or bad. I'm planning to use this for a novel so please nobody steal this.
Thanks,
Fireice
Purgatory
It was not the profound silence that made me stir. It was the stench. Though the quiet was so heavy as to suffocate you was nothing compared to the stench. The smell of beer and blood burned in my nostrils. Yet there was something else… Could it actually be a feeling? The feeling of… helplessness? No. It was misery and woe. Wherever I was, this place was fraught with pain. It was so tangible that the dull human senses could pick it up. Much like an animal. What a dreadful place as to be where such evil clung to you and made the heart and lungs wither away!
I gasped when I realized I hadn’t been breathing. How long now? Two? Three minutes? I should have been dead or in agonizing pain by now. Or at least feeling lightheaded or queasy. But the only thing I felt was a slight discomfort. And why couldn’t I feel my heartbeat? No one ever realized how obvious the constant beating heart was until it…
(oh my god…)
Stopped beating…
My eyes snapped open and I lurched to my feet. But I felt no physical movement or disturbance as I did so. I couldn’t feel the quiet beat of my eyelids or the powerful energy of my leg muscles. Only the thought that my brain sent out. The brain is a powerful machine that sends signals to the rest of the body and nerve endings and makes it move and behave the way you want it to. It tells the body if you’re in pain. When you want to walk or even smile, your brain sends messages like Morse code to the area of the body and makes it do want you want of it. And this all happens without conscious thought! Want, need, and succession. That was all the brain did. But it is so much more… This is what made the mind and body so beautiful. They work together to keep each other under check. The mind, brain, and body. An advanced mechanism that was constantly working, even in “Power Save” mode. Sleep…
I remembered that was the last thing I could think of before I ended up here. Before I… No! I was not going to come to that conclusion. This was all just a very, very vivid dream. Nothing else. Sleep. I was sleeping in my bed at home. Probably with my cat curled up beside me. I was sleeping and then I was here. So it must be a dream. But everything else before was blurry in my mind. First day of school, my first sleepover, middle school, freshman year, high school, smiling friends, first kiss… It was all gone! Wiped away, disappeared! I knew it all happened to me, but it just wasn’t stored in my memory. The only moments in my memory was waking up here. I didn’t even remember if I had a good day or a wretched day before I ate and went to sleep! Only one word of my life came up in the black nothingness that was now my mind.
Libby.
Was that my name? The name of my school? The road I lived on? I couldn’t remember my freaking name! Wait… Yes, it was coming back little by little. Libby. My name was Libby. Okay. Now that you have recollected your name you need to concentrate. First, figure out what’s wrong with your body.
I narrowed my eyes in concentration and was putting so much force behind my thoughts that veins stood out on my neck. Focus, Libby. Try… I don’t know! Wiggling your fingers?... Nothing. I focused even more and moved my index finger by the tiniest fraction of an inch. There it was! The feeling that my mind was detached from my body. The demand to move was there, but it stopped at the edge of the nothingness and stayed put. Like it hit a wall and wouldn’t go any further. It shimmered before my eyes like staring into a flashlight and then turning it off in complete dark.
Index. Finger. Move. Eyes. Blink.
That was weird… The organ of thought and feeling regulated bodily activities that you didn’t even think about. Such as the multiplying of blood cells, respiration, the contraction of the heart muscles, keeping your vitals under check, everything! Something was off…
I wasn’t moving. It was my mind that was moving. Almost like… Flexing. Only more surreal and unlikely. I couldn’t place my finger on it (No pun intended!) but in the most elementary term it was like a hologram image. Only created by the tissues and nerves stored in the cranium. My mind eye saw what my brain was trying to say. So if I told my mind to put my hands before my face, I would see what my brain thought it was doing. So it was like being normal. Being able to do cartwheels and swimming and chewing gum. But a little off and abnormal. And since there was no body to listen to the commands my mind instead sent visual pictures of me to the mind eye of me and others.
I'll put the rest up of what I have this weekend.
Thanks,
Fireice
Purgatory
It was not the profound silence that made me stir. It was the stench. Though the quiet was so heavy as to suffocate you was nothing compared to the stench. The smell of beer and blood burned in my nostrils. Yet there was something else… Could it actually be a feeling? The feeling of… helplessness? No. It was misery and woe. Wherever I was, this place was fraught with pain. It was so tangible that the dull human senses could pick it up. Much like an animal. What a dreadful place as to be where such evil clung to you and made the heart and lungs wither away!
I gasped when I realized I hadn’t been breathing. How long now? Two? Three minutes? I should have been dead or in agonizing pain by now. Or at least feeling lightheaded or queasy. But the only thing I felt was a slight discomfort. And why couldn’t I feel my heartbeat? No one ever realized how obvious the constant beating heart was until it…
(oh my god…)
Stopped beating…
My eyes snapped open and I lurched to my feet. But I felt no physical movement or disturbance as I did so. I couldn’t feel the quiet beat of my eyelids or the powerful energy of my leg muscles. Only the thought that my brain sent out. The brain is a powerful machine that sends signals to the rest of the body and nerve endings and makes it move and behave the way you want it to. It tells the body if you’re in pain. When you want to walk or even smile, your brain sends messages like Morse code to the area of the body and makes it do want you want of it. And this all happens without conscious thought! Want, need, and succession. That was all the brain did. But it is so much more… This is what made the mind and body so beautiful. They work together to keep each other under check. The mind, brain, and body. An advanced mechanism that was constantly working, even in “Power Save” mode. Sleep…
I remembered that was the last thing I could think of before I ended up here. Before I… No! I was not going to come to that conclusion. This was all just a very, very vivid dream. Nothing else. Sleep. I was sleeping in my bed at home. Probably with my cat curled up beside me. I was sleeping and then I was here. So it must be a dream. But everything else before was blurry in my mind. First day of school, my first sleepover, middle school, freshman year, high school, smiling friends, first kiss… It was all gone! Wiped away, disappeared! I knew it all happened to me, but it just wasn’t stored in my memory. The only moments in my memory was waking up here. I didn’t even remember if I had a good day or a wretched day before I ate and went to sleep! Only one word of my life came up in the black nothingness that was now my mind.
Libby.
Was that my name? The name of my school? The road I lived on? I couldn’t remember my freaking name! Wait… Yes, it was coming back little by little. Libby. My name was Libby. Okay. Now that you have recollected your name you need to concentrate. First, figure out what’s wrong with your body.
I narrowed my eyes in concentration and was putting so much force behind my thoughts that veins stood out on my neck. Focus, Libby. Try… I don’t know! Wiggling your fingers?... Nothing. I focused even more and moved my index finger by the tiniest fraction of an inch. There it was! The feeling that my mind was detached from my body. The demand to move was there, but it stopped at the edge of the nothingness and stayed put. Like it hit a wall and wouldn’t go any further. It shimmered before my eyes like staring into a flashlight and then turning it off in complete dark.
Index. Finger. Move. Eyes. Blink.
That was weird… The organ of thought and feeling regulated bodily activities that you didn’t even think about. Such as the multiplying of blood cells, respiration, the contraction of the heart muscles, keeping your vitals under check, everything! Something was off…
I wasn’t moving. It was my mind that was moving. Almost like… Flexing. Only more surreal and unlikely. I couldn’t place my finger on it (No pun intended!) but in the most elementary term it was like a hologram image. Only created by the tissues and nerves stored in the cranium. My mind eye saw what my brain was trying to say. So if I told my mind to put my hands before my face, I would see what my brain thought it was doing. So it was like being normal. Being able to do cartwheels and swimming and chewing gum. But a little off and abnormal. And since there was no body to listen to the commands my mind instead sent visual pictures of me to the mind eye of me and others.
I'll put the rest up of what I have this weekend.
