The Not Yet Abandoned Works pt.1
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welcome the the pages of our Creation
Introducing Grayland's Shadow,
Initial Concept:
This is the story of the black sheep of the Anderson Immortal Family. It holds onto the perspective of the Observer Mitch, the murderer Grayland, and the soft child that changes the Balance, Molly. ~ horror (insanity), murder, low fantasy ~ first, second, third point of view, present tense ~ poorly ignored feelings, not-so-happy ending, everything given is taken, charismatic killer
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World:
Lodesh, the World of Humanity and Innovation, One of the Worlds within the Storyverse to hold no Knowledge of those around it, Lodesh holds the truest population of Humanity. Without passage to the Galaxy Gateway, and ignorant to anything but their World, it is a place that most of the Storyverse leaves to itself. Lands separated by a small handful of continents and most of the World discovered, Lodesh is inhabited in almost every scattering of Land. Littlehaven, The Town of Tranquility, The main stage for the unfolding of the pages, Littlehaven is a Town that holds gentle calm and quiet comfort. Situated around a plaza that has held the tests of Time, most of those who call it home enjoy the serenity it is known for.
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Magicks:
A Shade’s Contract, Binding by the darker desires of the mind, Shades hold the ability to grant wishes at the price of the soul. Feeding off negativity and darkness, they slowly destroy the mind and soul of whoever they bind themselves to The Knowledge of the Observers, Created by the Three themselves and blessed by Time, the Observers hold the Knowledge of the Worlds within their mind. Having the ability to note every whisper of Beings and Beast, they hold Knowledge without spoken thought.
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Societies:
The Beings of Humanity, Thriving and surviving in most of the Worlds within the Storyverse, the Being of Humanity hold the majority of existence. Given over to their greed and paranoia, most Beings keep to themselves and their own, rarely being able to truly expand their Knowledge. The People of Magicks, Blessed by the Ancient of Beasts and Beings, Algor, the People of Magicks hold the impossibility not given over to Humanity. Holding Knowledge within their very being, they give forth Blessings and Curses.
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Characters:
Grayland Shade Anderson, Man of curiosity and impossibility, he holds host to a Shade that gives them the urge to find the breaking point of Humanity. Driven by his desire for Knowledge, he attempts the ultimate horror of murder. Dark hair with bright hazel eyes, Grayland stands with the elegance of a man with both the time and energy to make the World bend. He is average height, solidly closing in on six feet as he keeps his hair trimmed nicely above his ears. He has piano fingers and artist's hands, and he is built enough to hold his own even against most men. He has a few paper cuts along his hands, white scars barely ghosting over his tan skin. He is lightly tanned, without many blemishes, having only a few moles on his arms. With eyelashes short and eyebrows thin, his face is more chiseled and framed, holding more form in the chin without it being too prominent. His voice holds the attention easily, having more calm and mellow tones that give both a sense of peace.
The Observer Mitch, Observer to the Worlds of the Storyverse, and bringing Salvation to many, Mitch tries to bring about logic and reason to Grayland. Attempting to save the man and the World from the Insanity that the Shade holds, he takes Grayland as his charge. With black hair allowed to grow wild and grey hiding hiding purple Magicks, Mitch stands over six feet, holding the aura of someone ancient and powerful. Given over to practiced discipline, most are only shown his indifference and impassive nature, being spoken to only if necessary
Molly Conners, Curious and bright, Molly is a Being of Humanity that pushes wishes for Knowledge outside the realms of normalcy. Holding to the thought that anyone can be of inspiration, she takes the chance that Grayland gives her, and more than that. On the shorter side of the spectrum, barely shifting higher than five feet, Molly exudes the soft confidence of a knowledged woman, rather than the ignorance of a young adult. She has long, wavy brown hair, reaching the middle of her back, allowed to hang wildly without much effort in control. She has brown eyes, long eyelashes, and bushy eyebrows, with thin lips and a soft double mole on her left cheek.
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Status:
Currently revising our first draft, we are also bringing about more worldbuilding, and scene drafting, along with redrafting the entirety of the story.
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Snippet:
You press accept and put the receiver to your ear, readying for screams and yells. “Hello?” “Where are you? It’s already ten twenty-five! I thought you’d be home by now.”You sigh and explain. Bus running late. The boss that didn’t let you go right away. The traffic lights messing up big time. You get off the bench and start walking, hoping to regain some of the heat the bench stole from your legs. “Are you sure the bus is late? Do they run this late at night?”You check the bus schedule and confirm that they do indeed run this late. Tell her the bus is around ten minutes late, your eyes scanning the street for any sign of it. “Well, how about I just go out and get you? It won’t take that long to get there.”You walk towards the bench and take a seat, debating. Ask what happens if the bus comes. “Don’t get on. I’m coming. In the car already.” You say you’ll wait and promise not to get on. Twice. Tell her not to talk and drive before exchanging good byes and hanging up. You stare at your phone and watch as a minute ticks by. Look up and check the street, somehow expecting the familiar blue sedan to pull up any second. Look back down and stare some more. Then you hear it. Your head instantly jerks up and moves from side to side, your eyes scanning every little shadow that surrounds you. You stop looking and look down at your phone, breathing and waiting. Silence envelopes your ears and you slowly begin to calm down. You take another look around you and then scan the streets. Nothing. You take a deep breath and laugh. Why are you so scared? It’s probably nothing. Again. This time your body freezes, you ears straining to hear it again. You stare at your shoes and wait. After a few minutes of silence, you turn behind you and stare into the darkness, your eyes finding the spot that your ears deemed the source. You wait, willing your eyes to see more than just shadows and trees. You hear it again, only this time it is more clear and distinct. It also begins to repeat and soon you have the rhythm in your head. As your eyes and ears record, you mind works in overtime, matching the sound to a object. snip… snip snip snip… snip snip… snip…A image of scissors pop into your head...












