I deleted my previous update because I realized I made a huge stupid mistake... I just realized I could've edited it but it's too late for that cause I don't want to. In short, I want to write an update on progress so far just so y'all know I haven't given up on this baby. So far, I've rewritten the first chapter/prologue twice. At this point I have 4 different versions of the first chapter. Chapter 1 is partway finished but I can't decide if I want to merge the first two chapters and make it a total of 5,000 words. I might, I don't know. The chapter where he's talking to death will stay relatively the same, but I'm not sure how much will stick after that. The story has changed a bit (or a lot) to where the current events taking place are in the future. I decided to travel back in time to an earlier period as I feel it would make the story more natural. Plus I can start on a more fun point and less brutal... What else? I had some other things I wanted to say. Give me a minute.
Ah yes, I'm going to split up the story into 2 parts because the 2 parts, well the ideas for both are different, I won't be calling these two separate books part 1 or part 2 and I most likely won't even give them the same name. It doesn't really matter which one you read, and I won't tell which part I'm going to release first. I could be working on part 1 or 2 right now. I'll never tell. Heck, part 1 and part 2 might not even need to be read. There might even be more parts scattered out throughout.
Moving on from random. I mean my updates are me pretty much going on long random tangents. But I have two more slightly imporant things to say. The first being the altercations to the story. I stated some earlier in this update, but I want to talk more. I had the idea early on about the mc's earlier life as a separate story, but then I realized plot arcs. So pretty much chapters 2-10 are more like chapters 10-18 or 20-28. Yeah, I started too soon. So our first arc I shall call "Not Quite Dead Yet" for now, I'm really bad at coming up with names.
Back on point, the last think I want to say is- shit, I forgot. Oh yeah, my idiot self ask if you wanted it in 1st or 3rd person. After a week of figuring out what the fuck I actually was trying to say, I figured it out. I wanted to ask you if you want me to continue this story here or not. As I'm currently working on a newer version, I thought, "Should I drop this one here or not? It's not ideal but it's still a story." I thought longer and I want an honest opinion to those of you who are following. I want to start fresh, no ratings, or review, but I also don't want those of you who have stuck around to not bother reading. Would you continue reading if I posted a revised version and posted the links to it here? And if you if like or even see a potential of this being an interesting story, please follow so you can get updated to when it's out. I'll try to update weekly and also give sneak peaks
This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.
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Oh yeah, here's a snipit or trailer of the slight altercations. It's in it's baby phase so we'll see how much changes.
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A dark moon looming over a boy as he runs through a maze, his loud breathing breaks the silence of the forest. The moon laughs as it gazes down at him with its black eyes. Its bloodshot eyes follow him like a tiger stalking its prey. When it opens its mouth blood pours out like a river blood squibs in movies. “Where does the blood go?” He thinks to himself, “It doesn’t matter, it’s nothing compared to what’s following me.” He starts slowing down and breathing heavier. The leaves crackle on the ground, leaving the trees naked. Their arms in the air like they just don’t care. He starts wheezing as he continues to run through the abyss of night.
He hears crackles behind, next, and above him. They’re everywhere, it’s closing in on him. He starts to panic, “I gotta keep running. Is there one, two? I just wanna give up… It’s too much, and it’s useless to try and run. No matter where I go, where I hide, it’s always there.” He looks around for a flaming smile in the dark. “I can’t stop now, something won’t let me… No, I won’t let me. I look around to try and find the noise. Where is the least amount of noise coming from?” He starts screaming and pulling his hair, “Listen, you idiot!” As He runs down the maze of trees, he couldn’t help but wonder why he continues moving forward. Is it fear? Hope? Stupidity? “No,” he says to himself, “I should be figuring out how to survive.” He closes his eyes and listens arounds. The noise is everywhere, at least that’s what it would seem to be. “There isn’t a lot of noise coming from my left. It’s my last option.” He quickly stops and jumps to the left, through some bushes. “Gross, I’m dirty.” The boy had landed into a pile of mud that stained his clothes. The boy lies there and waits for the noise to pass by. The noise kept dashing after I stopped, along with a trail of fire.