terein's stories n' stuff

[terein]

so this is where ima put all my stories and stuff.
this story comes in three parts. if you have anything i could do better tell me, cuz im entering this in a short story competition and it needs to be perfect. or at least really good.
so yah. here it is


The light bulb flickered to life. And then the next one. And on and on, filling the tunnel with light. I flip the lightswitch off and yank the cable connecting the lights to the switch. I accidentally pull a couple lights down form the ceiling. Too much noise. At least they won't have light though.
And then I run. I make a turn. And then another, and lose myself in the maze.

I heard something. On the other side of the wall. Im not sure if its them, or just some human building that reaches too far down.

Sometimes, when I feel they are nowhere near, I draw on the wall. Or I used to. I don't much any more. Now I go up. any time I find a ladder, or a set of stairs, which is far more often than one of my drawings, I enter the world of people. They don't seem to notice me much. i don’t stand out to them even though I am so different.

I wonder why they have so much light above. I guess so that you can fight the darkness, or so the darkened must step out of their element and fight.
I don't need light. I am my own.
Thtas how they follow me.no matter how far away from them I get, they can always find me. Because I shine. Because I am a spark in the darkness.
But they don't want me for my light. They want me for my wings.

Peoples lights are so small. Thats why they need other people. Because people can reflect as well as shine. And the light just keeps burning and bouncing, until it is enough.
I am bright enough that I don't need another light.

I find it odd that I hide down here instead of in the sky. After all I have wings so the sky should be my element. But the earth is my home.
Ive never actually flown before. Or at least not that I can remember. All I can remember is running.

One day I came up in a building with a high arched ceiling and a lot of long benches. Its empty and crumbling.i look at the walls and they are covered in paintings. I stop. One looks like me. Wings stretch out from its back. At it has a light. Not one like mine. One that shows in a painting. It creates a circle around her head. I wonder if its like mine, and just made visible for the sake of the image.
There is physical light and darkness. And then there is me and the maze. my light, and the darkness that surrounds the world.

I come up, out of the stairs, and feel the wind. I unfurl my wings and walk to the edge. I'm so high up. Im in a city filled with many people. I'm on one of the highest buildings.. I shouldn't be up here. I think about jumping. Falling. And flying. I wonder if I really can. My wings look strong, even though the only muscle I've ever used are my legs.
But the maze beckons me back. I can leave but I must always return. Is it a home or a prison?

I come up in a house full of books. I climb up to the top of one of the shelves. They seem to go on for a long ways. I start jumping from shelf to shelf. They stop to make way for some tables. I see a man bent over like he's been punched in the stomach. hes wearing dark clothes, and has dark eyes and hair. he looks like a shadow. like something that doesn't want to be seen or known. I've seen him before. He's been looking desperately for something since I last saw him. He still is. But not me. He looks right at me. No one ever does that.
he sees that i am different. is he different to?
he looks away like i hurt him.

I got a book from the book house.it says that I am an angel. Though im not sure.im coulere different. My wings are brown and spotted, not white. And i'm not blond. My hair is black but long like the people in the pictures. I says i'm a lord of the skies and heavens. but how can i be if all i remember are these endless tunnels.
i wonder if there are others like me. i wonder if there are angels in the world, even if i am not one.
i wonder if others can see me, and what they see.
i wonder about the shadow man.

i drew today. for the first time in forever. i scratched on the walls with my finger. color flowed out. first i drew a flower, just beginning to open. then i drew a tree. and then i drew people for the tree. one was an old woman, and she somehow understood the tree. and she named the tree hope because she saw brokenness they shared, but also saw so much growth. the images create stories, and the stories images. i keeps reflecting and growing and shining. like people. i decide to write the stories down. i pick up the book and drain it of its words. and then i begin to write my own.

i stand in the street. they walk around me. i am like a rock sticking out of a river.
I am here waiting to be noticed.

today i watched woman. the city weighs down on her. all these people, and all of them seem to affect her a different way. and i see she is broken. and i want to understand. i want to be broken.

why am i thinking so much?
i am watching people live
i am reading
i am creating
but why now?
is something else beginning?

today i fought back. i waited for them to find me. i brought up a sword. just like drawing. it was to heavy. i made light, and it hurt them. i stabbed and swung and span. and then it stopped chasing me.

today i watch a man draw. he is watching a person, and they don't know it. just like me. he uses a pencil to darken. i wonder what its like to draw with tools. he also uses no color. just black and white and grey.
he portrays the cast shadows caused by the light.
and i am confused. there are two types of light. and i see them both at once. i somehow filter things out when i don't need them.
the shadow man is full of light despite his colors
the tree and women were surrounded by darkness but they grew and became a bright light
the young women was covered in the darkness of the world around her. but she held a spark that could become so bright if only it would catch fire
the drawer know there was light though he could not see it like me. he wanted to share the light he knew

i know all these people are important
i know i need to remember them
i know i will see them again
and they will help me

what is the light? i thought it was goodness. purity. but is it? could it be passion
or hope?
could it be a dream?
but even the dark have dreams. and hope. and passion.

i came out. i think i finally figured out how to differentiate between the light that people see, and the light only i can see. it was very dark, but i could see tiny lights above. they blazed, and burned my eyes. brighter than the sun or moon, yet smaller.

i've gotten so many questions over the last few days. i have to find answers, but i don't know how.
how can i find myself.
what is this light
what are these people relevant to me
and why is all this happening

i know i am not an angel.i doubt they exist, or if they do, they must be different.
i am not a lord of skies.i don't seek goodness.
i am the lord of light. i seek the light


I turn a corner and am a dead end. But there are no dead ends in this maze. Its not though, because a ladder leads down into a back pit. They aren't anywhere near anymore. I put my hands on the rungs. Then my left foot. And down.

My light is no longer enough.

[Vortex]

I liked it though I didn't understand the end very much.

[terein]

the last part as in the last two papragraphs?

[Vortex]

yeah, I didn't really get it.

[The Abacus]

I liked it, although, like Vortex, I didn't understand the ending very much. Also what is the protagonist running from? And what is the maze that she/he is in?

I would recommend reading through again to fix some of spelling errors, missing punctuation, capitalisations, etc. as well.

[terein]

I liked it, although, like Vortex, I didn't understand the ending very much. Also what is the protagonist running from? And what is the maze that she/he is in?

the maze is basically a giant subterranean well... maze. it connects to the the surface in some places, and its basically all the protagonist remembers.
the protagonist is running from monsters. basically the monsters chase, and the protagonist runs. i didn't really flesh out the monsters because they serve no purpose but to chase.


heres a new ending. dose it make more sense?

I turn a corner. I see a hole in the floor. It feels like what I've been running towards all this time. A way out. The maze is flat. It doesn't have holes in the floor. This shouldn’t be here.
I go closer to the hole. I wonder whats down there. Another maze?
If I go down there, I don’t think I’ll ever have to return to the maze again. I find a ladder on the side, and I grab the first rung. I move my feet. I feel like I remember going down before. No, coming up. I know this hole. I remember coming up into the maze. and thats when I started running. thats when everything began. I put my left foot on the wrung.and my right foot on the rung below it. I continue to move down. The ladder is long, longer than the ones to the surface. Then my foot hits solid floor.

I would recommend reading through again to fix some of spelling errors, missing punctuation, capitalisations, etc. as well.

i will, i just want to make all the changes i need to make before proofreading.

[Vortex]

yeah, I think that ending is better

[terein]

part two:
it changes pov, soo yah. thats a little confusing.




i stare at her. she burns my eyes. her wings… her light. she leaves. ive seen her before

i fly up. i think about her hair. dark like mine, but long enough to make a storm. wings. brown. mine are pitch black. and hard and scaly and heavy. its a wonder they let me fly.

we are at war with the suntribe. i was killed today. my family loved me enough to revive me. its good to have to loving family like them. but somehow i feel like i don't belong.
today i don't want to fight.

we fought to low, and we almost destroyed a human building.

the war is over now. i died again.i go home and listen to music. a song reminds me of her. burning in my eyes.
i need to leave

last night i dreamt of her. i need to follow her. she needs to know.

today i am at peace. and i want to keep it that way. but i know it won't be this way for long. ill have to trade my peace for pain. but after it all the pain it will be worth it.

i need to see her. i have a feeling she doesn't even know that she is. but do i?

i know who i am. i am a lord of sky. but i seek the light. i want to have stars

i follow her. i don’t know how i found her. btu i must follow her. she goes in a building. i loose her, but somehow find my way to a set of stairs going down. i take a step

and i long for the sky

[ENIHCAMBUS]

Are you in love?

I miss my girlfriend...

[Vortex]

i like it. willing to see the third part!