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Any type of writing is allowed, from lyrics, to poetry, to essays, and anything in between.

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Some discussion starters for the thread:

>What are you writing right now?

>What's your favorite thing to write about?

>Is there anything important about writing that you wish you knew earlier?

>What literary devices do you implement in your writing?

>Is there anything that you're planning to improve on in your writing?


last writing thread was uuhhhhhhhhh

mayba a admin fix your link


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Human life is transient, an ephemeral drop of water from an eternal rainfall, it manifests as a particularisation of the will but then reforms back into the will – losing its individuality – the atman or meta-consciousness is illusory, as in that is merely a particular transient object of something immortal. Brahma, the immortal will, the primordial, where causality itself can not apply to. It is the fundamental building block of transient existence. There is not why it exists, and that is why there is no fundamental meaning of existence, all meanings of existences are conceptual abstractions. Only objects have true purpose, humans apart from their will to life are nothing but beings who have brought this meaning to conceptual abstraction. To find meaning, we must know that we are transient beings, and that when we our returned back to the infinite will, we are as finite beings capable of conceptual abstractions, who build upon the edifices of the will, a certain personality based upon the reflections of experiential states. When we die, our primal “consciousness” is returned back and us the transient “observer” a function of experiential states being self-reflected on, disappears. This is what is meant by reincarnation, because we are intrinsically Brahma or will, that is our essence extrinsically we are us, the person who reflects upon experiential states. Animals do not have a reflective observer and thus are closer to brahma, humans are an absurd being capable of self-reflection of will and find the world through its temporal-spatial scaffolding absurd! Only with the recognition that this absurdity is merely the human conception of ‘causality’, causality can not be applied to the primordial and with these contradictions’ existentialism entails. The reason Abrahamic conceptions of God are so criticized is because benevolence entails the reduction of suffering, just as one wishes his child the bests and not to suffer excruciating pain leaves one imagining that only a God that finds himself enamoured by the suffering of lesser beings could create such a world – but the world is so filled with beauty, unimagine beautifulness that the horrors of the world are subsidiary to it. But the will is neither good or evil, for those are only conceptual abstractions. Good is merely the altruistic concern we have over others for our own survival, what is civilisation but a social pact that prioritizes the collective rather then the individual, we find ourselves tired from this strife and the will desires a global hegemony and iterates itself through wars and conflicts to naturally ascend to a global hegemony in which the collective will continue to persist through the perpetuation of itself. I find that asceticism and anti-natalism are the self’s revolt against the will.
The answer to existentialism and nihilism is that we are merely tendrils of the will, and that the will is merely manifesting itself as finite being. Thus, meaning in one life is the realisation that this existence is what we as finite beings will have, and that our life is a Sisyphean affair we are to find that which does not give us boredom and interests us. Tragically, humanity finds itself with sustenance and copulation as its imperative due to the will, it is only when we ourselves recognise the futility of attempting to derive meaning in the future that we can find pleasure and meaning in the present. Happiness is a lie and the greatest boon to a man is satisfaction in a painless state of pure cognition in which he draws upon conceptual abstractions to entertain himself.

In copulation man finds himself in a temporal state of utmost pleasure only with post-coital depression to ensure afterwards, man cannot find meaning within fornication since it’s pleasure are transient, and with this hedonism, man falls into a regression within his mental state seeing that the will urges said Man to spread his genes far and wide forcing him to do so by making sex the only alleviation to his depressive mood. The will naturally wishes to sustain itself, so when a man whose sexual options are limited will find himself miserable but able to alleviate his pain in conceptual abstractions and contemplation of universal art and media.


I wrote another book, a short one. Finished it around a year and a half ago just never bothered promoting it. Here's both a free copy and the amaZOG link to it if you wanna support me buying one it is much appreciated.



>amy freeman


probably just a fake name. you can publish to amazon kindle using any author's name. i have tons of old public domain stuff listed, nothing in my real name


It's just a pseudonym calm down


I like this anon, nice work and thank you for the free link. I think you've struck the right balance between insanity and coherency, I like the topics covered and I like all the correct grammar. Probably have to toss you some money later after I've read a bit more.
I keep wanting to copy and paste quotes from it but I suppose there's no need.
OK I'll have to buy it later I've had plenty of silent chuckles to myself now.
Might have to finish Lain before I read any more though.

lmao https://archive.is/bfyGv


There is also a very pleasant comfort to knowing a lot of the quotes/references.
Living in the real world among the normal people makes me feel very isolated.


Thank you for the kind words friend I'm glad it made you laugh. About the references yeah I love using references a lot, imagine some normalfag reading it they'd be scratching their head after reference #2 haha. Being around norms makes me feel isolated as well. Isn't it funny how you feel the most alone surrounded by people? Makes me appreciate the simple joy of home and hearth and the internet. I read books or visit the board and don't feel alone at all. I'm glad to bring some laughter to your life and thanks for the support!


Here are catbox moe links in PDF, EPUB, and just plain textfiles of the 3 books I wrote before that newest one that I posted earlier. These are with a different pseudonym. They are all on Amazon as well if you buy one thanks the money goes to a good cause



wizchan has file uploading support im not clickng ur ip harvester


I did it that way because of the VPN ban on images and attachments. Assure you that 1. I don't care to harvest ips and 2. I'm not 1337 enough to either


Catbox.moe is a good, friendly site. Not bullshit like dropbox.


how do I write a book. Im good at titles but b1d at making chamters, par1graphs and makd a logical devleopment


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I'm writing 1k works a day, very close now to finish the first draft of my novella. I won't talk about it here. I'm very happy I finally manage to muster the energy to do this.


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One more day. Broke the 38k mark.


what kind of book it is?


It's literary fiction about a man trying to find redemption in a religion he no longer believes in, but it's really about finding beauty. It's a rumination of my readings of Bulgakov, Kafka and Huysmans.


I remember being 18


nobody wizards responded to my poem when i posted it so i'm posting it again for wizards to respond to again

"We wizards"
- Wrote with Windows Wordpad

We who wish we were wiser
Will withdraw with whimsical writings when websites wane

We who wear wide waistbands
Will watch weight when wheezing wakes

We who wank weekly without washing
Will wring water where wand wags when warm weather warps wax

We who wander where woodland wildlife wriggles
Will warp when winking womanfolk wrap whoreishly

We who waste within walls without windows
Will work when wicked wageslaves withhold whispers, warnings, whines.

We who wonder where we went wrong
Will watch when war wrecks worlds.

When witches witness winter!


wait, what? Why would we wish whimsical writing when we wonder where we went wrong?


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i wrote pome about elzabeth holmes based on this picture. imagine its her father interviewing hurr

Theranos Im Your father
Although Im Smaller than you
Lizabeth Oh my Daughter
Our height difference is true.

The background has water
A turtleneck interview
Her sale was yet farther
Than the claims of Mike Mew.

The amount could be tauter
"A little pin prick will do!"
Less blood and less bother
than the Bris of some Jew.

The Court was no slaughter
Not 7 years I view
The girlboss, they caught her
So she bent and she blew.

Tho "Steve Jobs" was taught her
A voice in deepness grew:
"Short father, I'm your daughter,
The Patriarchy's Working For You."

A penitent with Harry Potter
And Marie Kondo books new,
But for fun she has naught of
4chan's "If only you knew."

Though succubi still mog her:
"A bottle blonde's not true!" Do -
VC's Welcome Back Kotter,
When her sentence is through?

Theranos Im Your father
Though Im Shorter than you
Elizabeth Yore my Daughter
Our height difference is true.


i can’t write.


Holding back laughs as to not make noise, I enjoyed reading this. Thanks


>he wonders


I wish to see the flowers bloom
To let my lifetime's end occur
To rest within my fated tomb
And bring the springtime's massacre


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when it comes to writing poetry i have found two tips to writing better poetry is

1. be more specific

dont just say it was windy.
what kind of wind?

A howling north wind

2. be concrete

use concrete language like your senses, what do you touch, smell, hear, taste, see?


Journalling helps you write better too


I love this


It also requires to have a life: that is, to experience things. I do not mean, you need to be a normie, but you need to read, watch things, go out once a while, etc. I mean, you don't need to go to space to write a space opera, but you can't write one if you have no idea what space even is.


what do you guys think about AI's writing, do you think it will replace writers?


So, I have been thinking about this(and AI art) and there is something I believe may happens:
Will artists and writers be replaced? No, they will not. Self-publishing, for writers, and commissions, for artists, will always exist.
However, big companies and publishers will, without doubt, test their waters using AI to publish books or to take artist's place inside their company. They will see if normies will still buy it. Given that normies are mostly consumers at the "only consume, don't think" level, it will work quite well for those companies and publishers. So it will be hard for artists to get a job in any big company and writers to have big publishers after them.
I just hope out of all this we get a new cultural movement, some "anti-AI" kind, bringing the soul back to the works(funny, given that even without there is hardly any soul in modern works).


ChatGPT's writing looks like a middle-schooler's essay.


>The Mutt Diary By WizDoggo
I can't believe I'm writing this Journal after all these years but fuck it here we go.
hello, new friend, my name is Matt, and my words are now in your head if you are reading this that means something bad happened to me but don't worry I will be back to continue writing.
anyway, where were we? oh yeah, introductions so you probably wondering why I'm writing this and that's fair since you are the reader after all.to put it as simply as possible I'm a mutt, not literally of course I mean can you imagine a dog writing that would be weird but what I mean is a social classification system I created years ago to class people, I called it the C-C-S or the Canine Classification system where I class every person I meet into classes and even sub-classes of dog breeds and a Mutt is one of those classes and you will see how this works very soon.
yes I know it's weird and even funny but it's the only way to protect my thoughts on people without directly mentioning their names so just a heads up you will read a lot of dog breeds in this diary so buckle up cause we will start this journey.
So you see those people who were born with a silver spoon in their mouth, those are the purebred who doesn't need to think about money and everybody wants to be their friend and suck their dick both metaphorically and literally, I hate those purebred very much because I envy them so much not gonna pretend that I'm not and one of those purebred works with me, He's a golden retriever and his dad is literally a huge businessman that was "lucky" enough to make his son's charges just disappears. and you might be wondering why the son or Junior is even working especially if his Father has this kind of money, well my friendly reader the father wanted his son to "learn" a lesson which something I admire but he forget one little detail and it's the fact that junior is "working" under his father's friend which meant that he just sitting in his ass all day while my boss is treating like the CEO of the whole fucking company.
now I think you understand what I meant by the CCS and maybe you understand why this classification is important and I think you are ready for your next lesson.
under the purebred, we have the "toy dogs" and they are the people that use their gender, race, religion, and sexuality to get what they want which I both despise and praise so they are my least hated class
and the best example for this is a co-worker pug lady that uses the fact that she was fucked four times or have four little fuckers in your language to get her job and when she started reading those "succubi rights" bullshit she just became a pain in the ass for everyone but to be honest she has the ability to make anything into a succubus problem which is breathtaking, and yes believe it or not this Pug is married to a Man nonetheless which if you didn't believe in miracles I'm afraid this will prove you wrong.
and now to our next class, the herding and guard dogs which are the people that work very hard to get what they want but not always succeeding, and those people can be both amazing people or total assholes. you can find them everywhere if you look closely and I have some of those dogs with me.
and in the same rank, we have the hunting dogs which are almost the same as the class before just add the fact that the people from this class will make sure that other people fail for them to succeed and they are so tricky that you need to be with a hunting dog long enough to know their motives.
and now to my favorite class the Mutts which are the people who were born in the bottom of society and will never be able to change that, If you are a mutt you are always a mutt cause the mutt is an ideology more than a social stat you can be a billionaire but still a mutt, and this what i am, i know I will always work a shitty job until i reach my sixties and will never be able to change this reality.
and now you are thinking that the mutt is at the bottom of the CCS but not exactly we still have one more class.
THE Mongrels, yep they might sound like the mutts but they are the people who are just useless and have no value in modern society, and that includes drug addicts, jobless beggars, and of course people who are terminally online.
and now after I explain the CCS I think you are ready now to start reading my journal.
i will see you in the next page my friend.


Have you heard of Shades of Gray?



I just tried it out.

>Can you write me a short story in the style of George RR Martin?

>In the frigid north beyond the Wall, where the wind howls and the snow falls without end, there lived a brave and cunning ranger named Jon. He was a man of few words but great deeds, feared and respected by his brothers of the Night's Watch.

>One night, as he patrolled the icy wasteland, Jon heard a strange sound. It was a soft, mournful cry, like that of a lost child. Curious and cautious, he followed the sound through the snowdrifts, his hand never far from his sword.

>Soon he came upon a strange sight. A succubus, naked and shivering, stood before him. She was beautiful, with long silver hair and eyes like pale blue jewels. Yet her beauty was marred by a look of terror on her face, and by the fact that she was alone in such a desolate place.

>"Who are you?" Jon demanded, his sword at the ready.

>The succubus's lips moved, but no sound came out. She pointed to the sky, where the Northern Lights danced in a display of otherworldly beauty.

>"I see," Jon said, his eyes narrowed. "You're one of the Children of the Forest, come to warn us of danger."

>The succubus nodded, relief flooding her face. She took Jon's hand and led him deeper into the woods, where a grove of ancient trees stood.

>There, in the heart of the grove, Jon saw a sight that made his blood run cold. A group of White Walkers, the ancient enemies of mankind, had gathered around a tree. They were chanting in a language Jon did not understand, and their eyes glowed with an eerie blue light.

>With a grim determination, Jon drew his sword and charged at the White Walkers. The fight was fierce, and for a time it seemed that he would be overwhelmed. But he fought with all his strength, his sword flashing in the moonlight, until at last he stood victorious.

>The succubus thanked him with a nod, and vanished into the night. Jon stood alone in the grove, his heart pounding with the thrill of battle. He knew that the war against the White Walkers would be long and hard, but he was ready for whatever lay ahead. For he was Jon Snow, ranger of the Night's Watch, and he would defend the realm of men until his dying breath.

Not gonna replace old Georgey yet, but in a few more iterations, who knows.


It's better at limericks though

>There once was a man who passed gas,

>A noise that could shatter the glass,
>He tried to be discreet,
>But it was quite a feat,
>For the smell gave him away, alas!


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>Poem I wrote about these two (but mostly Shion) (2d) (Jo'on dies) (I marry Shion (2d))

The road, its traveler, a feather goddess earns her way. Mercifully alone. Together uplifts. One of infinite. Her every flutter is made a stain upon tapestry. Eagle-eyed celestials dawned in bead and beak, seek to expel she who dares return to clouds so high as to impose shadow upon fields of flowers. Raving Karasu sinking talons agrasp their tiny hats when exiles walk the stairs to a life of comforts. Confound by a peasant feather god uplifted in to the kingdom of those who float on the warm wind of heaven. Birds of prey feast first on those who stand tallest. Sought eternity, found swift transience. A firework that flew too high for anyone to have seen its colours, now lost among infinite stars.

Grounded, astray from the trodden paths in a nest of nature sits a stone son. Is he living? Is he dead? Seated below cover of grass and kilt his boulderous form weighs not on any conscience. Asleep by sunlight, aware by moonshine. A splash! The visage of stars upon a pond breaks as the frog floats in orbit. A new story is revealed, experienced before a graceful return to a familiar cosmos. Stillness soothes. Espoused with the Poverty Goddess, resting hand-in-hand as equals. Compassionate companion. She is raised atop the boulder. Our stone sinks further in to the grass. The warm wind of Earth comforts the crossed bare arms of misfortune. A sentiment forever held close now in the baddha embrace of the stone. No longer a faint shiver. Rhythmic heartbeats cause ripples in the pond. A new cosmos is revealed. Unending new stories. A smile so sweet that no sun or moon could ever shine as bright. Silence is shared as they relegate themselves to a simple life of simple joys. Now two among infinite stars.


I have two ideas for stories, or rather for worldbuilding, which would need a story to convey. But I have never written fiction and I'm not sure how to proceed. I can only think of somewhat generic stories like the evil guy building an army to conquer other lands and that kind of stuff.
I would want to make it either a novella, brief, not long, but I still need to think of an interesting story. Maybe I can watch and read some stories with a similar setting, to get an idea of the possible stories that can be told in the world I'm thinking of.


Probably the longest thing I have written in years.

Was inspired by a erotica based thread somewhere else, so there is some sexual content.
And it's only a rough draft.
Wouldn't typically post this kind of garbage here but I don't know.
Feels like this thread could use some content.


The tl;dr spoiler free summery is
You get involved in a relationship with a mysterious lover who in times of frequent seperation inspires you to begin writting heart felt stuff that through her connections gets published.
Secrets are revealed about your lover and the heart ache it causes inspires you to unlock new levels to your powers of reverse empathic writing.

It's over 7000 words though. I got carried away.
If anyone actually bothers to read it then feed back, even highly negative feed back is appreciated.
I just want to know if someone read it.


Whats a good place to find writing promps?

I need more practice but don't want to try my good ideas while I still suck.


Fuck it.
For more regular practice I think I will write a new short story series and post it here.

If I stick with it long enough to start getting good then I will rewrite it as a webnovel.
Think I will do something fantasy related. Maybe a gate fantasy with a partial self insert. Make the story somewhat wizard related both figuratively and literally.

Yeah, my mind is boggling away already.

Only question is if I should post it here as raw text in post or use something like pastebin to upload the parts as textfiles.
I guess I could also do pdf files of each complete story, but pdf is a pain to edit/work on compared to text files. Especially since I mostly will be posting first drafts, instead of something polished.

Though if it's unwanted then I can just not and write for a different audience instead. I ain't trying to piss people off. I just find it motivating to have a audience.


I don't know what the max character limit is so I don't know how many post this will take.
Part one of the untitled saga I decided to write as practice.

In a cluttered apartment a man steps up to a knee high stack of fantasy novels and manga with his cellphone in hand. He propped the phone up, careful not to disturb the adjacent pile of unsorted reference books. Making sure the screen was visible. After a deep breath he presses the display then walks to the center of the room. His muscles stiffen in a ready position as his eyes close in tense concentration as he waits. The sound of a bell rings clear. In a flash the man opens his eyes and drops into a fighting stance a hair of a second before a gauntleted fist could make contact with his face. Springing of the balls of his feet he delivers the heel of his palm with curled fingers to the masked chin of the attacker. Between breaths weaves into a openhanded overhand and finishes the combination by loading his weight onto the other foot and violently twisting his whole being into a weighty open handed hook to the side of the assailant's head. As the assailant crumples to the ground the man looks around spotting several other attackers clothed in blue deep and dark as midnight. Hooded with cloth mask cloaking their identity and humanity. The man deepens his fighting stance and shouts a curt kiai before bobbing and weaving as he advanced. Despite the defensive maneuvers the man was unable to rely on movement alone to negate the onslaught of the team of attackers. Blocks and guards preserving his vitals at the expense of his arms as each heavy blow smashed against the walls of his reactive defense. The man then shifted using light twisting footwork to lightly skip and hop over assorted clutter on the ground to find a new clear space that bottlenecked the attackers. As they followed he turned delivering a back kick with such vicious speed that the white cotton pants he wore sounded a crack as the excess force transmitted through them reached the pant. From the tactical advantage of the the bottleneck the man began attacking with monstrous ferocity. Pausing only to guard against occasional blows. Growls and shouts punctuating his exertions as he pushed himself harder to make up for his deficit in numbers. These sounds slowly fading into puffing and gasps as he grimaced from the burn in his limbs and lungs. The attackers were forced back, battered and bruised with no hope of overpowering in a head to head confrontation. Realizing this they nodded to each other as a signal then employed a acrobatic retreat of flips, rolls, and tumbles to gain separation from the man. From this position they began rapidly utilizing nine hand gestures in synchronized movement. At once where the formation of attackers once was became clouded with smoke that was almost immediately dispersed by a monstrous humanoid that seems to have taken the attacker's place. Rippling with muscle and face contorted in malicious, it let out a fearsome roar at the man before readying it's self to charge. The man crossed his clenched fist before him, tensed then unleashed a bloodcurdling howl and started his own charge towards the monster. Both reared back in preparation for the momentous clash. Just as they were about to collide the bell rung. The man stumbles trying to come to a abrupt stop against his own momentum. The monster stayed frozen in place. The man lets out a deep breath and ends his visualization which despawns the monster from his mind's eye with a puff of smoke. Breathing a bit hard still from the exertion he walks over to the phone and checks the time then sighs.
He says to himself "better start getting ready for work".
He walks over to a closet and opens the door revealing several sacks of clothing. From one he removes heavy duty plain black work pants. From another a thin black undershirt and then a navy blue polo shirt. From a smaller bag he pulls out several socks, sorting through them to find a match, then a pair of boxer-briefs. Grabbing up the cloths in a ball and dropping them on to his bed. Then he removes the cloths he was wearing and goes to the bathroom sink. Filling it then soaking a pair of washcloths. Rather than soap he grabs a bottle of rubbing alcohol, douses one of the rags, then roughly cleans his face. Just as the burn of it becomes hard to bear he rinses the washcloth then rubs his face and around his head again, bringing relief to the burning. Rinsing the cloth off once again he squeezes out the water and hangs it. Then taking the other rougher cloth he soaks it in alcohol then harshly rubs his body and breaths deeply as dozens of little nicks and cuts burn in pain. Then as the burning reaches the point of being unbearable he rinses the cloth and scrubs the area again. Repeating this process across all of his body. Groaning with pain when cleaning his groin. The rest he silently bore the pain of this cleansing ritual of sorts. Once done he rinsed the rough wash cloth and hung it up. Once done he stared at himself in the mirror. Looking over the collection of minor mistakes that made up his being. His skin that lightly held a natural bronze even though he seldom seen the sun these short days. Decorated with darker markings of scrapes, cuts, and scars both long old and fresh. He looked at the evidence of his weaknesses in his love handles and gut that hid his tensed muscle. Then relaxed and looked again. Sneering at his lack of discipline. He then looked at his face. Partially hidden by a messy mat of facial hair. He took up a handleless brush and began batting the unruly mess down to be somewhat presentable. He put down the brush and looked at his face again.
He smiled at the mirror then said "thank you for shopping with us today".
His smile wavered but he regained it. This time with strained eyes and said "how can I help you today".
The smile completely dropped from his face after the lines escaped his mouth. From there he just leered into his own hazel eyes for a solid minute as stood in silence. He broke his own gaze to look at his matted down mess of hair. He wet it down then wrestled it into submission with aid of a few tools to pick and rip at it until it was a uniform spherical fluff. Then using a wide tooth comb bulldozed it backward. After double checking to make sure it was even he drained the sink and walked out of the bathroom .
From there he dressed and ate a bowl of leftover beef and beans while periodically checking the time. Once done he went over to his night stand and fills his pockets with a sack of coins, his overstuffed wallet, a small multitool, a Swiss army knife with a locking main blade, his cellphone with wireless headphones tucked around them, and set of keys on a keyring with a leather strap. He grabbed his belt and put it on then he clipped on a flashlight in a quick access holster.
He then walks over to a hiking backpack with a cheap looking bright colored vest with a name badge on it reading "Kris". Flicked the vest to the floor and checks through his bag. Rain gear, first aid kit, bike tools, mini pump, two spare tubes, charging cables and charger, gum, Retractable heavy duty box cutter and a pack of spare blades, markers and pens, roll of duct tape, sowing kit, a steel water bottle, a plastic lighter, caffeinated gum, big U bike lock, a steel cable coated in plastic, and a pad lock, as well as lock picks in a hidden pocket on the inside. He realized he was missing a few things, including the most important thing. He dashed over to the refrigerator and pulled out a lunch bag. He unfasten it, dropped in a titanium spork then closed it up again. He went to a cabinet and grabbed a few snack items. Then he grabbed a half full jar of peanut butter. All this he put into the bag. He then grabbed a pair of work gloves and put them in the vest pocket before stuffing the vest into the bag.
He hefted the bag over his shoulder then got his shoes on. Ones that were comfortable enough to be worn while on one's feet for hours yet durable enough to get banged up at work.
He opened the door and groaned. It was raining.
He closed the door. Walked over to the closet with clothing, Found a pair of extra socks and stuffed them into the bag. He then pulled his rain gear from the bag and put it on. A woodlands camo patterned rain jacket and pants made of so called breathable material that didn't crinkle too much or make annoying noises. He pulled his headphones from headphones and cell from his pocket. Turning headphones on and sorting through menus on his phone. Finding what he was looking for he grinned. With a few taps the headphones roared to life with the energetic sounds of power metal. Pushing his hood over his head and tightening it, he put the pack back over his shoulder and faced the cold wet weather of this winter rain storm. He pulled his beat up bike from the storage shed then in one fluid motion hopped on. He turn on his lights, checked the brakes, then pushed off.



Catching a tailwind he sprinted down the sidewalk through the rain. As the song ringing in his ears sung of fantastic battles and victory he began to imagine his bike was a mighty dragon. That he flew close to the ground as a dragonrider, pumping his fist in the air to the music then slamming it back down, peddling even harder to pick up speed. Carving the curving sidewalk, weaving back and forth to avoid puddles, breaking to make sharp turns then speeding back up again, shifting his weight to maintain traction against the wet ground. All done while his mind is battling in a distant land of dragons and adventure as he hums along with the music. The streets and sidewalks empty due to the downpour became a open playground for reckless riding. This riding came to a abrupt end as the Kris slammed on his brakes, knocked from his fantasy by the loud sound of the horn of a truck.
A few feet before him a truck alight with a otherworldly glow flew through the air smashing into the wall across the street.
Kris turned off his headphones and looked first at the destroyed truck with holes punched in the side as the glow faded. Then he looked to where it came. A upward embankment leading to a shopping center hidden from view. The sky flashing red followed by what sounded like fireworks or gunfire, followed by a even brighter flash of blue and the crack of lightning. Kris sat still. Looking at the path before him. Looking at the truck wreckage. Then looking at the the embankment. He got off his bike and let it drop to the ground rushing towards the truck while pulling his phone from his pocket and pre-dialing 911 before he looked into the cab of the truck. But it was empty.
A explosion from beyond the embankment rocked the surroundings followed by the screech of what sounded like a large animal. Then more flashes of blue and a second later three cracks of thunder in less than a second. Then a cry of that animal. A meaty thud of hit hitting the wet ground could be heard. Then a read flash and explosion. Another car sent flying high in a tight arc before falling to the ground then slamming down again within the area hidden from view.
Kris closed the phone screen then slowly slipped it into his pocket. He took a deep breath then closed his eyes. Another explosion and another crack of thunder sounded. Kris opened his eye then ran over to the embankment then dropped prone. He crawled to the top to look over it without silhouetting himself. His eyes widened as he took in the scene before him.
Standing on top of a car a old man with long blue flowing robes with glowing yellow unknown runes embroidered into it, a flowing white long beard, and a large blue pointy hat holding a glowing staff in one hand and made hand signals with the other before yelling in a voice that seemed to be amplified before a blast of lightning streamed from the end of his staff blowing a huge hole into a truck on the other side of the parking lot.
"A wizard" Kris whispered to himself.
"A real deal wizard shooting real lighting" Kris said as he stared out in awe.
A blast wave that caused a sheet of rain and water to come like a wall in the direction of the wizard who waved his hand and knocked it away. This was followed by the truck taking on the same glow as the one that almost hit Kris. It then flinged towards the wizard who hopped off the car and dashed to avoid the truck. As it made contact with the car the wizard was on it fragmented and burst outward scattering glowing shrapnel in the new direction of the wizard. The wizard responded to this by spinning his staff above his head then yelling another word of power. A thick streak of lightning that moved almost as if in slow motion stopped in mid are before the wizard then sparked vaporizing each piece of shrapnel before it could make contact.
The wizard was now crackling with electricity himself and the smell of ozone was almost overpowering. The wizard looked over the parking lot scanning for his foe. Kris noticed movement behind a SUV. The outline of a man where the water of the rain gave away but was otherwise invisible. Kris could see him from his vantage point but the wizard could not. The ghost like outline quietly and quickly moved from concealed position to concealed position looking for a new angle of advantage. The wizard started chanting while swinging his staff towards the sky. The crackle of electricity raged even more. Arcs leaped off the wizard and burned the left scorched asphalt where they hit the ground. Then in that amplified booming voice, louder then the other times, the wizard yelled towards the heavens then slammed the point of his staff into the ground.
The sky boiled with lightning above, before a dozen bolts came down from the sky. Making impact on the same point at the same time, right where the outline of the man was standing.
The flash was blinding. The boom deafening. Silence. White.



The sound of rainfall returned. The wizard's panting added to the sound.
Mist and steam filled the air, slowly dissipated by the wind.
The Wizard strained to look beyond the fog from the smoldering impact site of his spell.
Kris also squinted against the obscuring white vapor.
Then the sound of a rush of steam. A glow of red at the center of the smoke, then bolts of red energy and the sound of a automatic firearm sprayed forth from the cloud. Most in the general direction of the wizard. The wizard deflected most but was struck and fell backward before rolling to cover behind a pickup truck.
The smoke thinned and Kris could make out the man crouched in the middle. He appeared to be in some sort of futuristic full body black soft armor with plates strapped to the torso, arms, and legs that glowed with red etchings. With more smoke dispersing other details could come into view. It almost looked like a cross between motorcycle gear and power armor. The joints had some sort of mechanical additions. The helmet was sleek and aerodynamic with a blacked out visor. A chest rig with pouches and grenade sized cylinder with strange marking all over them. A belt with more pouches and black metallic straight rod strapped to his right leg.
He held what looked like some sort of crazy futuristic rifle that seemed to be unfurling out at the sides while pulsing red then contracting. Almost as if breathing.
The armor had been charred in places. Cracked in others. With a big crack in the back plate and burnt flesh exposed to the air and rain. As the rain made contact with the armor it sizzled.
The man in black shakily got back up to standing, took a step, then stumbled. He reached into one of his pouches and pulled out a thin gray cylinder with red markings on it and a cap at the bottom. With a flick of the thumb the cap popped off revealing a nettle point and side button. The man in black then pulled the covering around his neck down, revealing paper white skin, before jamming the nettle in and depressing the button. The symbols on the man in black's suit glowed even brighter red. A hiss muffled by the helmet could be heard. Then the man in black stood up, fired a few red bolts at the pickup truck, before retreating to cover. This time much closer to where Kris lay hidden. A sudden burst of sparks leapt from behind the pickup truck straight up then exploded like a firework overhead. Then the lights in the lot dimmed. Another spark went up and exploded, this time in a blinding light that lingered in the are like a flair. While dazzled kris could hear the shuffling of feet as the wizard repositioned to new cover. The man in black pulled one of the large cylinders from his chest rig and placed it to his helmet. The writings on the cylinder glowed red. The man in black then tossed the cylinder backwards to the edge of the parking lot as soon as the light from the spell ended. A small click could be heard over the rain. Then the cylinder broke open as a point of impossibly black rose 4 feet in the air before violently expanding out in all directions in a globe of pure black that stood out even in the darkness of the lot. The globe of darkness contracted just as quickly but as it did four piles black goo remained. They formed into the shapes of spindly jagged bipedal monstrosities each around 5 feet in height. The goo hardened leaving sharp oversized claws, large mouths filled with fangs of sharpened black crystal. Horns and spines jutting off asymmetrically.
The man in black gave a hand signal to the monsters. The monster then sprinted off in 4 directions searching the lot while screeching a high pitched gurgling noise. As they ran off the man in black flicked his strange gun causing it to drop the rectangular box at the bottom. He then pulled a thicker box from one of his pouches. Before he inserted it the gun seemed to cave in on itself, then in a cube pattern it expanded out to be much bulkier as if to better fit the new box. The man in black then inserted the box in the bottom in front of the trigger group and gave it a hard tap to seat it in.
It took only seconds before one of the monsters found Kris's concealed position and began to attack. It let out a sound like a balloon being pinched as air escaped. Then dashed and leaped. Kris rolled down the hill towards the lot dodging the leaping attack but placing him in greater danger. He man in black took notice of Kris but turned away to focused on rooting out the wizard. As Kris got to the bottom of the embankment he sprung up to his feet and ran in a full sprint. The monster close behind. The monster gained then swiped at Kris, hitting him in the backpack with enough force to knock him off his feet and forward but he carried the momentum from the blow into half of a forward roll. Landing first on his hands, rolling down his arm and shoulder, then sliding as his backpack made contact with the ground. A flash of lightning momentarily drew the monster's attention. With that second Kris in a fluid motion rolled over and flung himself over the hood of a near by car.
The man in black watching for the source of lightning took a deep braced stance then his suit glowed bright red followed by the gun. A high pitched charging sound like that of a camera flash followed by a deep bassy thud that Kris could feel like a punch to the chest. In a flash a car reacted as if it was hit by a wrecking ball. Smashed, crumpled and knocked away, it then was cleaved in two by a flash of lightning. The wizard glowing in the darkness swinging his staff to fend off two of the monsters.
The man in black's gun let out a heavy racking sound. In a gout of steam it spit out a shell as it glowed red then clicked back into place and returned to it's black.
The monster after Kris walked around the car and was pelted by a handful of gravel as it rounded the corner. This did little to slow it down and in a instant it lunged for Kris. Kris was just barley able to slip his shoulder from his backpack and use it as a makeshift sheld. Turning the blow from fatal into just a nasty cut along his left upper arm. Kris kicked upward into the monster's hip then pressed up to push the monster away. This tiny gap bough him enough space to twist and put his full body into throwing his bag at the monster. Hitting it true and staggering it as the straps got caught up on it's spikes and horns. Kris then made a blind dash away from the monster only to almost be hit by a stray bolt of lightning.
The wizard had blown a smoldering hole in one of the monster's with a point blank lightning bolt from the tip of his staff. It staggered away clutching it's chest before reforming the hole and going back on the attack.
The man in black charged up again, this time aiming directly at the wizard. The wizard yelled something then a bright beam of light came from his left hand which he shone in the man in black's face at the last moment before hopping to the side. The Man in Black fired annihilating one of the shadow monsters caught in the crossfire. Kris saw this and reached for the flashlight to his belt while running towards the pickup truck in the middle of the lot.
The Man in black cycled rounds again, but this time the gun changed shape to be longer with strange fins that glowed red in the same breathing pattern. The wizard shown the stream of light into the monster's face then ran towards the man in black while swinging his staff in a figure eight pattern as sparks began to trace the movements. The Man in Black retreated while the charge sound began. The wizard then quickly turned as the sparks formed a whip and grabbed onto the monster behind the wizard. Ending the light spell he gripped the staff with both hands and spun pulling the monster in a arc before slamming into The Man in Black hard, knocking him towards the pick up truck just as kris had dived into the bed of the truck. The monster chasing him colliding with the side of the truck half chasing Kris half struggling to remove the bag it's tangled up in. The sound of the Man in Black charging still continuing and reaching it's final pitch. The Wizard uses his electric whip to grab the gun of the Man in black then yanks upward sending it flying. The monster that the wizard threw scrambles up to it's feet and lunges at the Wizard. The gun lands in the bed of the truck and Kris quickly grabs it, feeling a jolt flow through him as he collapses on one knee nearly as the gun writhes wildly while glowing angry red. The Man in black grabs a cylinder from his chest rig with his left and the long black cylinder from his leg while still seated and leaning against the truck. The monster after Kris gets the bag off it it and drops it into the bed of the truck as it climbs in to maw it's prey. Kris jams the barrel of the weird magic gun into the chest of the shadow creature. It breaks the hard shell of it and gets stuck in the gooey center of it. The wizard yells a word of power and points his staff blasting forth a bolt of lightning through the mouth of the monster that jumped at him, exploding the monster's head. The bolt continues hitting the Man in Black and the pickup truck. The man with shaky hands brings the black rod to the tap the cylinder, Kris pulls the trigger to the strange gun, the monster grabs on to kris with it's claws.
The cylinder clicks, the gun clicks.

To be continued.


It's just a rough draft so there are all kinds of mistakes, and it's very unpolished but certainly readable.

Hope you like it.
If this format is a issue or if anyone has any sort of constructive feedback I will take it into consideration.
I am still learning and practicing after all, and this is a work in progress.


Noticed the continuity error with the flashlight.
Fixed it in the draft.

I will work a bit on it latter.
Working on part 2 now.


part 2

Ego Death Denied

Slowly Kris regained contentiousness. He opened his eyes wide and saw perfect darkness. He strained to orient himself yet felt nothing. Not the ground, not the rain, not the wind, not his cloths, not the formally painful cuts from the monster, nothing. Even when he tried to reach for himself in the darkness he couldn't feel anything. He couldn't feel his limbs, his skin on skin, the grinding of joints nor the flexing of muscle. Panic seized him. He tried to breath but even this sensation was denied to him. He tried to yell but couldn't hear anything. Couldn't feel the strain in vocal cords. He tried to shut his eyes but was pretty sure he didn't have those ether. In that dark silent void he tried everything he could think off to thrash and lash out only for it to be in vain. Surrounded by nothing and made of nothing. There Kris struggled or at least thought about struggling. He could send the signals but had nothing to make his thoughts manifest.
Then as a undetermanable amount of time passed his agitated thoughts settled. He yelled out to himself with sub-vocalizations to keep his thoughts clear. For in this darkness they became the only thing that was really still there. He speculated on if he was dead. But that can't quite be right. He remembered a old saying and said it to himself with his inner voice "I think therefore I am, but now that I am thinking I also remember some easten stuff saying thought was a illusion and a neurologist speculating that though was a emergent phenomenon caused by the brain. Am I a brain in a jar and the inputs cut out? If my thoughts are a illusion then where might the illusion be generated? That there was no one there to think thoughts in the first place. Well call me a phantom, call me a illusion, there might be nothing here, there might rightly be nothing at all, but I am here. I am here. Even if this isn't a here at all. I am, that's what's important. That is the foundation to build on, I am. Simple truth, I am."
Ramble finished he almost chanted to himself "I am" in the same sub-vocalized speech said at first with urgency. Over time time it became dull. The repetition melting the words into incomprehensible imaginings of sounds.
Silence overtook even that phantom place of imagined noise. Silence and darkness so complete, so total, so expansive as to be infinite and eternal.
Kris spoke "I. Am. Bored!"
Followed my a mental scream not bound by breath or limited by anatomy. He screamed and scream and screamed some more. This too faded.
"I am but what does that really mean" Kris said to himself. Kris sorted through memories again and again. Played as much as he could remember of it to himself then went over it again and again. His mind wondered to the stories he had enjoyed. Songs he liked. He played them over and over in his head too. Trying to conjure up as much detail as possible. Anything to take his mind away from this oppressive nothingness. This well too ran dry. He replayed the events that lead up to him being here. The battle between the wizard and the man in black. The magic, the summoning of the monsters made of hardened black ooze, that weird gun. He thought about the symbols on the cylinder. He tried to remember the details of them. Playing it over and over in his mind. But as he did small details changed and he became less and less sure of what exactly happened. His mind turned to the black point that expanded out into a black globe from where the monsters came. He wondered if this is where it was from. If the monsters came from here. If they returned to here.
His mind shifted to one topic, then another, restless and ever busy. This too faded to silence. He rand through every bit of information he could recall. Then doubled through his mind with a fine tooth comb for several more passes just to be sure. Eventually leading to the same silence. The same darkness in his mind's eye.
He created, imagining new situations and scenarios. Blending every thing stored in his mind, every experience, ever concept, mixed and matched, jumbled together nonsensically then created narratives to make sense of the senseless. This too faded to silence and darkness. Every mental thing was spent. Yet Kris was still there. He turned his mental eye inward. It took much focus but he looked deeper and deeper within himself. Beyond the memories, beyond the thoughts. Beyond his declarations of self and I am. He bore inward to the very act of observation it's self. Then broke through the paradox of observing the observer to go deeper still. A point of even blacker darkness within the depths of this inner world expanded out to a impossibly dense sphere. The darker than black sphere had a pinhole. Deeper still into that pinhole lights. Deeper still into that light was blinding white of a inner spark. In the core of it was all. Everything that is, that was, that could be. It was a world whole world of platonic forms condensed into a teaspoon. The possibilities of the impossible. It was the the precursor to all classical elements. It was beyond the separation between real and unreal. It was the root of consciousness it's self. The very essence of being. If there was a soul this was it.
The shell that was the black orb broke and the light took on a white flaming quality and expanded out.
Then with a thick reverberation Kris bellowed from the center of that point of light "I AM KRIS!"



And the darkness flashes away for a instant revealing in all directions shining thick ever moving mass of stingy black ooze that at once collapsed in on the point of light, completing the darkness once again.
But that darkness wasn't a void, it wasn't a great nothingness. There was now a separation between Kris and the darkness. A thin claustrophobic separation that pressed upon his very being.
Then the silence was broken with a voice that sounded like a multitude of gentle whispers in unison culminating into a deafening din. The voice in darkness said "So you have awakened."
The voice in the darkness continued "Those who arrive here usually are ether asleep, or they are awake. Seldom do they start sleeping and then become awake, how odd".
Kris responds "Who are you and where am I"
"Darkness" the voice hissed.
"Well that clears things up" Kris said sarcastically.
Whispers in all directions mumble incomprehensibly.
"Sorry, that was rude, I am Kris, pleasure to meet you…Darkness", kris said.
"The pleasure is all yours" whispered the darkness.
"Right…, so any clue how I got here or how long I been here, or maybe how I can get out of here?" Kris said.
"No; Not long enough; No escape from this side" The darkness whispered from different directions with different voices.
As Kris tried to ask more questions the darkness hissed to cut him off then began it's own line of inquiry. "Sleeper who awoke, will you not sleep again? Drift, sleep, rest forever. "
Kris responds "I didn't really know I was asleep in the first place. I feel something is different but not really awake or sleep as far as I understand it."
"Hmmmm." The darkness purred
"If awake you must be then consider this accord. A offer of the cessation of pain forever more. Of liberation from all bad things, all discomforts, forever. A offer of peace eternal. What say you?" said the darkness.
"It sounds like you offer death. Death in one form or another. I don't want the peace you offer. I have life. That is what I choose." Kris said.
"Foolish. Choice of pain. Choice of suffering." said the darkness.
Then Kris could feel constant movement in the darkness as the separation between him and the darkness became more concrete. He could feel the writhing, the worming, the pressure, the constriction of the ever-changing inky blackness that surrounded his undefined being. Pressing against the darkness he mapped out the boundary of him and it. Then focused on where his body should be, and from the darkness and apart from the darkness he could feel himself. His limbs, his torso, his head, he could flex his fingers and feel them under his control. Then there was a shift in the darkness surrounding him. Rather than the amorphous writhing mass of maddening muck, Kris could feel it taking on a fleshy consistency. Soft supple skin rub along his body.
Then from the darkness a feminine voice said softly "If not peace then consider this accord. A offer of union. Of never being alone again. To be one and to be all. A offer of boundless and infinite love. What say you?"
The feeling of hands, of flesh, of being touched, fondled, and pressed from all directions on Kris's rudimentary body.
"What you offer sound like a prison to me. To never be myself. No, I have liberty. That is what I choose." Kris said forcefully and as he did he willed away the clinging simulacrum of flesh surrounding him. He could feel within him the burning vibrating core of light. He focused on it. Then visualized the warmth of the power from it radiating out from his chest through his body and then blasting through his skin as a pulse of white light. He felt a tension, a sort of resistance at this visualization as he gathered the power. He released the tension then just as he visualized a pulse of pure white light blasted out in all directions.
A high pitched scream was the response of the darkness, before the darkness reign returned.
"Will worker, Your kind is known. Desires only equal to pride." The darkness hisses.
There is a distant rumbling sound. Then a shifting in the darkness that slowly brings movement to Kris towards the rumbling.
A maddening laugh from all directions in the dark before the darkness speaks again "If not peace, if not love then consider this final accord. A offer to see, Of knowing, Of being able to pierce the deepest darkness with new perception, A offer to the inner eye. What say you?"
Muffled thunder sounds in the distance as Kris pauses. Pondering the offer.
"What say you!" the darkness yelled over the thunder getting closer and louder.
Kris whispered timidly and shakily "what do you want for this?"
The darkness responded with distorted giggles and great dissonant guffaws then spoke "With this gift comes another, do what thy wills with it, but if these gifts prove more then bearable return and be reclaimed" Then the laughing continues.
Kris then feels something in the very core of his head open.
In the darkness he could finally see. Not with his eye but some new sense that saw deeper and clearer then any sense he had ever know before. It was then that he knew true horror for he could detect the true form of the darkness before him. The lies of what he had previously know, thought, or suspected shattered in the face of the infinite taken shape, the eternal given substance, the formless given a parody of form. His will faltered, then panic set in as he sensed the rudiments of his body being intersected and absorbed into the great ghastly globules of ever consuming dark.
"too much already?" the darkness whispered.
"No" Kris gasped then tried to breath only to remember there was no air to breath and he had no lungs to breath it. He let the frustration, the panic, all feelings within him fade and visualized a dark still pool. In that visualization he found calm. In focus on it he ignored the horrors around him and brought this new sense under control. He then confined it his body that he visualized into being. His head, his torso, his limbs, his fingers and toes that he flexed as he sculpted them in his mind and thus brought into being. Then he went deeper. His flesh, his bone, his organs his beating heart, his flowing blood. Then he went deeper still, to the cells to the organelle to the proteins and enzymes, even down to visualizing the tightly wound helix of his DNA. Then in a pulse from his new sense he felt himself complete. A island in a sea of the turbulent dark.
With his eyes made of flesh he sculpted he seen a flash. Then when he looked out with his inner eye he saw a void in the darkness form beyond where that flash happened.
"Accepted the first now have the second then be off with the outsider who disturb this perfection. " the darkness said.
Then a tendril denser then the rest of the writhing mass of darkness took on a sharp point then pieced Kris in the chest but there was no pain. Just as he was about to object he felt the tendril flow a dense sludge to a fine point within turning into a pinpoint black disk that didn't expand but instead just got heaver and heaver in his chest. The tendril then broke from the main mass and flowed into the point too. All he could do was hug his legs stunned and numb at the experience.
The void in the dark grew bigger and Kris's body was drawn closer to the now sparking center of that void.
"No need of this pollution you drew with you on coming here, take it and be gone with your outside meddler." Said the darkness
It was then that the cloths that Kris was wearing what felt like many lifetimes ago formed on his body. His torn battle scarred backpack, hooked to his forearm. His pockets filled with the same trinkets. There was no reaction from Kris at this. Then he reached the arching center of the void in the thick tangible darkness and it yawned open to a glossy portal. From which a gloved blue hand reach with yellow runic symbols and took a strong grip of Kris's hair then pulled.


Obviously to be continued.

Again, I welcome anything thoughts or feedback.
Especially about prefered format.

Going to start working on part 3, or I guess the 3rd chapter tonight, but if you notice anywhere that needs revisions then don't be shy. These stories are all basically at the first draft stage.


On AI, I can tell when a script is made with it without heavy modification from a human.
Generally most AI writing style when writing more then a paragraph or two is super redundent when "story telling" and just generally basic, bland, and borderline nonsensical without lots of human editing.

I think it might become a tool for some writers but it won't become a full on replacement for most working writers.
Obviously it won't likely effect hobbyist much ether.


sone desciptions are a little to flat and could connect better. like in the use of sarcasm u could say agitation then say apologise for my agitation.


I see.
Thank you for the feedback and for reading.


Latest chapter is very much a exposition dump. It couldn't be helped. As usual this is just a rough draft so mistakes were made.

Part 3

On a windswept plateau there lay a arrangement of groves cut deep into the stone of the ground with a large bolder in the center with four ground down flat faces the size of two men high and three men laying foot to head in length. On the south side of this stone a man dressed flowing blue robes with yellow embroidered occult symbols, a blue pointy hat with a wide brim, and long blue gloves going up to his shoulder with glowing occult symbols on them. He carefully drew indecipherable symbols in a swirling pattern forming a circle on the flat of the stone. Then he placed his hand in the center of the circle, the center of the stone, and closed his eyes in focus. The symbols began to spark, then glow, then energy arched between the symbols glowing brighter into a harsh white light that eventually blended together into a circle of white light. From the center of that light a translucent disk of black that expanded out leaving only a glowing edge. The man robed in blue then pressed his hand firmly against the shimmering disk, faced a little resistance, then his hand passed through it.
He reached in past his elbow until almost his whole arm was in the portal, then gritted his teeth and began to pull hard. Arcs of power leaped from the edge of the hole striking the ground and licking around the lip of the magical void. The robed man exerted even greater effort and began to glow with a electric aura as he pulled even harder. Then as if something snapped, whatever was on the other side gave way and the robed man pulled free of the portal to his wrist. Then still pulling but will less effort the matted hair of Kris emerged in the vice like grip of the robed man, Then Kris's head, then his shoulders, until his whole body, including a torn up backpack, plopped unceremoniously onto the ground covered in thick clear slime.
First Kris was stone still as if dead. Then suddenly he turned to his side and choked then vomited out the clear slime from his lungs. Now breathing he writhed around on the ground in confusion, covering his eyes from the bright of the daylight. The man in blue robes in the mean time turned his attention to the still open portal. Looking at it while stroking his beard in contemplation. Nonsensical whispers in long dead languages began to sound from the portal. On hearing this the robed man rubbed from top to bottom of the portal erasing the markings underneath and dispelling the portal. He sighed then removed his gloves. Shook them removing most of the slime on them. Then sent a pulse of static through them that dried them. He then folded them up neatly and slip them to some hidden pocket within his robe. Only then did he turn back to kris who was still on the ground, now breathing regularly with his eyes closed. He waved his hand from in front of his mouth then pointed to Kris. Then he waved his hand over his own ear.
"Can you understand me" Said the robed man.
Kris's eyes shot open and looked over at a ethereal nearly translucent thread running from the robed man to his own head. He tried to crawl away from it in panic, before reaching out, grabbing the thread, then broke it before looking around confused at his new surroundings. The robed man raised a eyebrow at the spell being physically grabbed and dispelled. He then gestured to get Kris's attention, and through a sort of charades pointed to his mouth while speaking a strange language, then miming a line going from his mouth while shaking his head no, to going to his ear and then shaking his head yes.
Kris sat confused and miserable looking still covered in slime but considerably calmer. The robed man preformed his spell again as Kris watched. This time Kris just stared in mild wonder.
"Let's try this again. Can you understand me?" said the robed man.
Kris nodded in the affirmative.
"Can you speak?" said the robed man.
Kris responded "I would prefer not to. This gunk is gross".
"Ectoplasm shouldn't have a flavor?" the robed man said, more to himself then Kris before continuing "How about this, there is a pond not to far, and ectoplasm evaporates relatively quickly when exposed to daylight, so you get cleaned up and then we can trade questions and answers for a bit. How's that sound?"
Kris just nods at this before getting up on shaky legs. The robed man walks down a gravel path outside the circles that leads off the plateau. Kris shuffled along following with his arms out to his sides, sort of waddling uncomfortably. A few minutes of walking lead to a crystal clear pond surrounded by tall grass except on one where a well worn foot path had been trampled down and stamped into the greenery.
After stripping off everything except this underwear Kris spend a few minutes cleaning off before sitting his clothing out in the sun to dry out. Somewhat clean he really took in his surroundings for the first time. Grass plains with greenery in the distance. He breathed deeply savoring the fresh air. He spread his arms out feeling the warmth of the sun on his skin. He closed his eyes and a small smile formed on his face as the wind blew. Then his attention was drawn back to the nearly translucent cord of the spell that connected himself to the robed man.
He then in realization yelled "Your that lightning wizard guy that was fighting that black armored dude in the parking lot!"
The Robed man chuckled slightly then said "I suppose I am. Though my name is Fulgur Everbright, Master Mage and Avatar of Order. "
Kris still looking more at the string of the spell from Fulgur then responded "I am Kris Kane" the then paused and looked around "of Earth" before looking back at Fulgur for a few seconds noticing some sort of wispy mostly transparent disk of symbols hovering next to his ear. Kris then notices the faint glow Fulgur's slippers just barely noticeable in the daylight. Kris then looks past Fulgur to notice the air shimmering and almost sparking in a column reaching towards the sky coming from the plateau.
Fulgur waved his hand to get Kris's attention then said "It appears you have mage-sight. Everyone capable of manipulating magical energies has it to some degree. "
Fulgur then sits cross-legged next to the pond. Kris brings his torn up bag over and begins riffling around in it. He pulls out the sewing kit, then pulls out the brightly colored vest from his job. Taking a seat in the grass 4 paces away from the wizard he begins his work of repairing the bag with the vest.
Kris then looks up and says "You mentioned trading questions and answers. Not sure how many answers I have to trade but I have a lot of questions."
Fulgur said "That's fine, I will start out in good will providing a few basic answers that you probably have and we can move on from there."
"As you have probably already figured out, you aren't on your home world anymore" Fulgur said.
Kris looked over then said "home world, as in we aren't on the same planet anymore?"
Fulgur said "not only a different planet but a different plain. You see there are a multitude plains, each a universe onto themselves, with much space inbetween. Some are interconnected, some are isolated, some extremely similar to the plain you came from only with slight variation, others are so different that their fundamental laws don't even allow for matter to exist as you know it. Even among that multitude there are demi-plains between and separate that aren't full on universes onto themselves but still a places of their own. It's all rather complicated and I am sure it's a lot to take in."
Kris shrugs while going back to his sewing simply saying "Multiverses are real, neat."
"Not really the reaction I expected to such a shattering revelation" Fulgur said.
Kris while not looking up from his work said "It's something common in fiction where I am from, and theoretical physicist have suspected multiverse theory was possible, though the details were over my head if I am being honest."
"I have also had what felt like a very long time to think" Kris then paused and looked off into the distance before continuing "back when I was in that dark place. I could do nothing but think for the longest time."
Kris then went back to his sewing and said "something like multiverses or whatever makes sense given what I have seen, as long as I am not dead I guess."
He then paused and looked at Fulgur "I am not dead right?" Then points to the holes in his drying shirt where the claws from the monster dug in "I don't have a scratch from the fight that led to me going to that dark place"
Fulgur answered quickly "No you aren't dead. Not quite the same as you were but not dead."
Fulgur continued "Which brings me to one of the questions I have for you." Fulgur then leaned forward and looks at Kris with narrowed eyes before saying "What happened to you in that 'dark place'" he said putting stress on the last words.



Kris sat looking blankly off in the distance for a long while. The breeze rustling the grass seemed to bring him out of his thoughts. He then went back to his sewing and began to speak.
"For a long time there was nothing. No sound; nothing to feel; nothing to see. For what felt like eternity it was just my thoughts. That is all there was and thinking was all I was capable of. " Kris said.
He then took a deep breath before continuing "I think I thought every though I was capable of thinking" He then smiled but it didn't reach his eyes, who looked tired beyond his years.
Fulgur asked "is that all?"
Kris responded "No, After runing through everything in my mind I started to try to observe myself, to observe the observer if that makes any sense"
Kris looked at Fulgur who nodded before he continued "After awhile I sort of figured it out. I went deeper and deeper into myself. I think I broke something, a shell covering this inner light that I can't really put into words"
Fulgur cut in "You awakened,"
Kris looked at Fulgur confused so Fulgur continued "Beings with conscientiousness, with will, all to some degree have the ability to interact with and control a mystical psycho-reactive energy found across most plains in varying amounts. That energy goes by many names in different places, it's name doesn't mater now. It's just a word. Beings who are awakened ether innately or have unlocked the ability to sense and flexibly manipulate this energy with their will. With refinement, with knowledge they are able to manipulate this energy in accordance with their will to results beyond what is normally possible."
Kris responds "So those who are awakened can see and do magic?"
Fulgur huffs then says "that is a gross simplification and over generalization, though I suppose it will have to do for now given your limited knowledge on the subject."
Fulgur then presses on asking "is that all that happened?"
Kris said almost in a whisper "No"
He cut the thread he was working on and examined the roughly repaired bag. The holes and gouges covered up with oversized patches. He then pulled out the duck tape and pulled over the partially shredded rain gear.
He then looked his body over again in the locations where there were deep cuts in the jacket. Finding not even a blemish.
"what were those monsters" Kris abruptly asked.
Fulgur thought for a second before answering the question "They were constructs created by combining that magical energy with pliable matter summoned from a demi-plane".
Kris then responded "as in the demi-plane I ended up being trapped in. That dark place?"
Fulgur said solemnly "yes"
Kris brighten a little then said "But you got me out of there, I don't think I said it yet, but thanks for that. "
Fulgur nodded in acknowledgment but kept the grim mood and pressed on "Once you became awakened what happened in the dark place?"
Kris responded without affect "I found out very quickly that it wasn't a empty void. I found out it was in fact full to the brim. Though what exactly it was full of I don't know and I am not completely sure I want to know."
Gaining a bit more life into his voice Kris turned then asked "How exactly did I end up there. I remember most of the details leading up but I am unclear on what happened"
Fulgur responded "it was a confluence of unlikely events coming together resulting in you being pulled into the zero point of a anomalous portal to a demi-plane of extremely high chaos."
Fulgur looked at Kris sternly "how it didn't pull you apart and absorb you instantly is a wonder worthy of a lifetime of research, but I have other duties to attend to so it will likely remain a mystery."
Fulgur then sat back and relaxed "I was a bit stunned by your involvement in that conflict in the first place. But regardless I felt some responsibility for your predicament. So when I preformed several divination and determined that you were intact I felt it became my responsibility to rectify the situation. "
Kris asked "speaking of which, Who was the dude in black and why were you fighting to the death?"
Fulgur's face soured for a moment before he continued, disgust dripping from his words. "that man in black was a agent of chaos. Powerful mages who have for incomprehensible reason thrown their lot in with the personified destructive forces of chaos. They are the opposite to individuals like myself, Avatars of Order. Such a contemptible lot aim to bend then break reality to their will, usually for petty and selfish reasons. Not caring how it negatively effects those around them. "
Kris nodded then interjected "Forces of order and chaos. A fight spanning the multiverse. Very cool, but why did you decide to take your fight to a parking lot in a world that to my knowledge doesn't even have working magic?"
Fulgur responded almost as if anticipating the question "your world, your universe is one of relatively high order but due to certain astrological circumstances, being the winter solstice, It made the barrier between your plane and a few close planes thinner."
Kris raised his eyebrows at this and laughed "My world is high order? All the crime, the war, the random natural and man made disasters. You call that high order?"
Fulgur explained "It has very consistent physical laws by which nearly everything abides by and relatively low native psycho-reactive energy. You have some personal experience of somewhere on the extreme of the other end of the spectrum, How would you compare that to your world?"
Kris cringed at the memory. He grabbed the rain gear and began applying duct tape to the ragged claw holes.
Point made Fulgur continued on "I also feel the need to correct you on something. While psycho-reactive energy is low on your world and thus hasn't had the chance to develop advance knowledge on the subject of 'magic', as you saw in my fight with that misguided gentlemen, magic does indeed still work on your world. Though the effort to conduct anything of note without a external energy supply would be excessive. "
Kris asked "If magic works there then why did you bring me here?"
Fulgur took a deep breath, let it out in a long sigh then answered "There are a few reasons. This is a balanced plane with a large amount of psycho-reactive energy available. After that battle I needed resources to heal and needed energy available to recharge what was expended. This world is also a bit of a nexus, having many locations where there are stable portals as well as places where the borders between planes and demiplanes are thin and thus can be relatively easily accessed with the right knowledge. But most importantly is you were steeped in a area of extremely high chaos. There is no chance you would come out exactly the same way you went in, and there was a distinct possibility you would come out as some sort of abomination. So it would be too much of a risk to bring you to a world ill-equipped to deal with such a potential threat. "
He changed his sitting position then continued "Considering the circumstances you have come out the other end of your experience unbelievably well. A little shook up, but physically intact and not raving mad"
Kris responded "At some points I certainly went mad. I am sure of that, but it was eternity in there. So there was more then enough time to build myself back up again. I think that is what happened with my body too. For the longest time in there I don't think I even had one, however that worked. But I built it back up because I needed it to separate myself from the darkness. "
He looked down at his body, flexing his hands open and closed a few times then nodding and saying "for someone with no clue what he was doing I think I did a alright job".
He then put his finishing touches on the rain jacket before putting the duct tape away and folding the rain gear, stuffing it into the backpack.
Fulgur looked him over before saying "while you look well enough another reason I brought you here is because because you need to have certain test run on you to make sure the taint of chaos didn't corrupt you in some way beyond what is recoverable. If you pass then I would be happy to arrange for transportation to your home, I am sure you are eager to get home as soon as possible"
Kris picked at the grass and said "If I don't pass?"
Fulgur answered "Depends on the results of the testing but rest at ease that I didn't save you just to then execute you. "
Kris tested his cloths for moisture which he found suitably dry and began to dress.
Fulgur then asked "Do you feel up to a bit of a hike? The location where the testing unfortunately isn't close. It's three days of hard hiking to reach the location I deemed nessisary and it may take more time then that for the specialist necessary to conduct things properly. "
He then pointed at the plateau "I would have preferred to bring you to this world closer to our end destination but unfortunately this was the closest suitable nexus to the particular demiplane you were trapped in."


Fully dressed and slinging his backpack on Kris stretched a bit then nodded that he was ready. Undaunted by the prospect of the long walk and unphased by the delay to return to his home world.
Fulgur eyed this lack of resistance with scrutiny before rising to his feet and reaching into his robe. Kris notice that the area he had reached began to glow brightly to his mage-sight and he stepped back into a defensive stance unsure of what was happening. Fulgur pulled the staff Kris had seen him fight the man in black with from his sleeve. It's length seeming to materialize out of some sort of magic pocket in the wizard's clothing. Kris's heart pounded as he looked around for cover but saw nothing more substantial then tall grass. Fulgur then turned and began using the staff to assist him walking. He then waved for Kris to follow. Kris relaxed and let out a held breath before following along keeping a few paces distance. Taking one last look over his shoulder at the faint glow of the lines of energy connected to the center of the plateau.

end of part 3


Part 4 should have more classic adventure stuff and less just talking.
Might speed up the pace a bit.

Probably will take me a few days.


Part 4
Seeing New Place in New Ways

The pair make quick progress across the rolling hills of the grassy landscape. As the day progressed the land flattened and the sky widened to open plains. The spell that the wizard Fulgur used to allow communication had quite early in the journey been dismissed so they traveled in silence for the duration of the long day. As the sky turned from clear turquoise to gold with large white clouds in the distance, the horizon eventually revealed thick greenery of a wood that the two marched directly towards.
The stimulation of the yawning expanse of the plains eventually became monotonous. With nothing else but the walk, Kris observed and began to notice things. Noticed the added spring in his step that suggested something slightly different about the gravity of this place. Notice the hue of the sky and the flavor of the air. Noticed that when he looked out not with his eyes but instead with what felt like something in his mind. Feeling it in his mind's eye, he could sense way more about it then his physical eyes could ever tell him. Such as feeling the composition of the soil he tread. Noticing the almost familiar insects hidden in the grass. Notice the thin lines of invisible moisture given off by the tall grass around them as they baked in the mid-day's sun. Notice the change in the air he breathed in to the air he breathed out. All around him he looked with eyes old and new, filling his mind with little details that crafted a whole that was finally sinking in. He really wasn't on earth anymore but the place was so strikingly similar despite the niggling differences. On these things Kris ruminated until his attention was drawn to Fulgur. As they tramped the tall grass Kris noticed the faintest of static shocks and the faintest of glows in his mage sight when grass made contact with Fulgur's robes. Over time watching these sparks Kris refined his observations. Taking in more and more detail. Looking at the flow of energy, looking at how it charged, discharged, and the conditions for activation of the whole process. Even though he was able to observe this with his new senses the speed of what was taking place and the subtlety of it convince Kris that there must be many things going on that he could not grasp by just observing. This too he mulled over for a great deal of time while they kept steady pace through the grasslands and ever closer to the looming woods. By the time they made it to the edge of the woods there was scant light left from the smoldering sunset. A slow small stream issued forth from the woods edge. Choked thick with vibrant green algae and the near rocks and dirt covered in thick moss. Fulgur stopped looking around while Kris eyed the water with a look of irritation. Fulgur with a wave of his hand reestablished the two spells he used to communicate or translate between himself and Kris.
Fulgur then spoke "It is best we make camp for tonight here. Unfortunately I didn't bring any supplies or provisions. I am quite used to maintaining myself through my arts and thus don't often account for such situations."
Kris looked at him, looked at the sky, then shrugged and unslinged his backpack. He then said "It doesn't look like we will get rained on through out the night, and it's comfortably warm. I think I can make it a few nights sleeping rough. That said I know nothing about the wild life or threats of this place so do give a heads up on any dangers so I can at least get out the way before you throw lighting at it" he said while jutting his fingers as if using force lightning.
Fulgur said "Simple creatures know better then to bother me. Have you noticed that even the biting insects give a wide berth while I am around?"
Kris looked around and noticed the gnat like small flys that hung around in the long shadows of the evening fating sun. Drawn to the cool moisture of the stream. Kris then noised they seemed to keep a constant distance of about 10 paces from Fulgur. Kris then closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them and declaring. "A sort of electrical signal. A sort of frequency I didn't even notice until I looked for it. Intresting."
Fulgur brushed his hand through his beard then responded "something like that."
Kris asked "You said simple creature, but what about ones more complex?"
Fulgur said "I am known here, and even those who don't know of me know enough that I am a powerful mage, and that mages are not to be trifled with."
Kris nodded his understanding then dug out of his bag a strip of cloth leftover from the vest and the painfully dry steel water bottle and headed to the stream. Using the strip of cloth as a filter he filled the bottle with water then capped it and set it next to his bag. He then in the dim remaining twilight gathered dead sticks, kindling, and thin dry twigs. Being watched by Fulgur the whole time. Kris cleared a small patch of bare earth and gave the area a once over before breaking the thicker sticks down into more manageable pieces. Then crumpling the twigs. Then finally fussing over the kindling. Making sure it was fluffed to best catch a spark. Kris then searched through his items looking for something to light a fire.
Fulgur walked over and said "allow me."
Kris watched with rapt attention trying to take in every detail. Fulgur bent over put two fingers into the tinder. Kris could sense Fulgur draw in a subtle amount of magical energy. It then flowed through Fulgur into his two finger tips. Kris could sense the difference of charge being built, then a spark leapt between Fulgur's fingers lighting the tinder. Fulgur then tended and grew the fire, adding kindling when it was ready. Then the sticks for fuel. He stepped away and sat before looking up at Kris who had wide eyes taking every detail in.
Kris said "Thank you. I didn't bring a lighter or anything."
Fulgur said "You're welcome. " giving a tip to his hat.
Kris looked at the nearly transparent thread of the communication spell connecting them again, before setting the water bottle to boil as Fulgur looked on. He then rifled through his bag pulling out the lunch he packed for his day at work. He hesitated before opening the lunch sack, then on opening it gave it a long sniff. Nodding that it didn't smell like it spoiled he pulled out the food and looked it over. Kris then looked over at Fulgur who had a look of mild disgust on his face.
Kris asked "do you know how long I have been off earth? The dark place messed up my sense of time."
Fulgur thought for a few seconds then explained "the flow of time is different plane to plane, and I suspect the chaos demi-plane didn't really have a proper flow of time. Which tends to lead to very odd reports since people aren't mentally able to process non linear time. Timelessness can feel like it stretches on forever and yet at the same time feel jumbled like all events happened at the same time instantaneously. If anything in such a state isn't rendered into a perfect stasis or rotted instantly. To put it simply I don't really know. If the results of your testing go well then I will preform a few divination on the matter. "
Kris took a bite of his lunch. Fulgur cringed then said "That has been sitting in a plane of chaos, and you ate it."
Kris asked "is it dangerous or something, like radioactive?"
Fulgur said "it could have been changed any which way. It can't be trusted."
Kris looked at it with his new senses and detected nothing amiss, he shrugged and said "Seems fine to me" before continuing to eat.


After the water had boiled for awhile Kris slipped on his work gloves and removed it from the fire to a cleared patch to cool. While waiting he gave himself a sniff under his arms then looked up confused.
Kris then said "No way, I didn't put on deodorant or anything. I have been sweating all day, yet I don't smell like anything. Is this some sort of magic that I haven't noticed?"
Fulgur said "Kind of a odd detail to focus on but it is a interesting question. I suppose it might have something to do with when you rebuilt yourself within the chaos demi-plane. If this is the only unusual thing about you then count yourself lucky. Though, I have the wisdom to admit I don't know exactly for sure. It could be that the particular bacteria of this plane have yet to take to your body composition."
Kris said in response "speaking of things of this plane, why is the flora and fauna so similar to my world yet just slightly different?"
Fulgur answered "there are theories about that but according to myths this world in particular had most of it's life brought to it from portals eons ago. I don't know if that was the case for your planet as well. Oh, I shouldn't really should be more sensitive and not fall into idol speculation over such things that could be mind shattering to someone not used to traveling the planes. Of someone who only earlier in the day learned they weren't the only universe to exist."
Kris seeming totally unbothered and without missing a beat said "Your concerns are appreciated but uncalled for. This stuff is pretty common in fiction and theoretical speculation from my world. It's honestly really cool."
Fulgur questioned "Cool? I think the spell has malfunctioned."
Kris laughed "sorry, bit of slang, guess it doesn't translate quite right. Speaking of which how does this even work?" He said pointing at the line between them.
Fulgur crossed his arms before saying "I don't think it prudent to go into details. I will instead just say it's a spell I picked up in the course of my many duties, but that it's outside of my specialization so if possible I would prefer not to use it all the time as it is a drain on me. "
Kris taking this as a hint that Fulgur wanted to end the conversation, turned his attention to his water. Which now cooled he gulped down. Not satisfied Kris gathered more dried sticks in the darkness. Fulgur looked questioningly at this but said nothing. Kris very quickly gathered the sticks taking no notice of the dark around him. Navigating the uneven terrain with ease and finding dry sticks using his inner eye. After dropping the load of wood off he filtered and filled another bottle and set to boiling more water.
He repeated this process several times in silence all while Fulgur watched. Satisfactory rehydrated and with a full bottle for tomorrow he pulled out his rain jacket as a blanket and used his bag as a pillow before laying down to sleep which found him quickly.

Pitch black sky and purple grass a wanderer roamed. Eyes glowing among the grass. So many eyes that glinted with light their own. The eye light lit the way of the wanderer through the grass. Then down a hill that kept getting steeper and steeper still until the wanderer fell from the hill and flew. The nights sky lit not with stars but more eyes looking in all directions. Then a a large eye with lids closed the size of the mood appeared. It opened and looked directly at the wanderer. The wanderer fell from the sky into endless darkness.

Kris awoke from the dream groggy and a bit sore from the ground but didn't feel tired any longer. As his faculties returned he noticed Fulgur. The ground around him was faintly glowing with magical power. His staff floated in front of him. His eyes were closed and his face relaxed, his robes flowed around him as if weightless, though his hat stayed put. Kris looked with his mage-sight and saw a flow of magical energy flowing from Fulgur into his floating staff, which collected and condensed. Kris then used his inner eye to look deeper. He saw within Fulgur's chest, right next to his heart, was a coin sized disk of concentrated magical energy arching within him. A obvious source point of the energy from which it flowed into Fulgur, then through him to the staff. As Kris watched the memory of the tendril of dense blackness that pierced his chest in the darkness slammed into his mind and he clutched his chest. Breaking out in a cold sweat Kris used his inner eye to look within himself. Right in his chest in the center. A small disk of pure black the size of a coin sat within his chest. He looked at Fulgurs and how it was brilliant with the glow of lightning. The darkness of the unlit wood felt claustrophobic to him now. Light, he needed some sort of light. The fire was long dead. Not even a amber remained. He pulled out his phone with shaky hands and triggered the flashlight function. Cleaving the darkness with it's beam. Taking calming breaths he sat on his heels with his back straight. His panic calmed as he focused just on his breaths. Then as he was calm he let is awareness expand to around him. He realized then that he could check his phone to understand how much time had passed. Turning the light off he looked at the time displayed, the date. A month and a few days had past if the phone was to be trusted. Kris let out a long breath, put the phone away, then let the small sounds of life and the rustling of the breeze carry his worries away.

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