In this post I present to you the first two chapters for my work-in-progress novel Silver Sight. Posted below this message are chapters one and two of my first full draft. Hopefully reading the opening chapters of the story will help you to get a feel for the style and atmosphere of "Silver Sight". Please enjoy and remember to comment.
CHAPTER 1
Destiny is a phenomenal concept. The notion that our lives are set to a certain path and a single pace. The word "destiny" is thrown around as often as a salutation in today's world. There are people who believe that they are destined to succeed, others who say they are destined to find love; even individuals who claim they are destined to die for their beliefs. Many mortals live their entire lives under the false impression that they can change their fate. They walk naive, blinded so much by their hand-crafted creeds they see not the shackles that bind them to one set pace. I was once like these many mortals, so sure of the control I had over my journey; but nothing could have prepared me for the very places my path would lead me. Now at the end of my remarkable road, I pass this tale onto you in the hopes that you might reconsider your perspective.
My name is Matthew Dinstey; and my story is the one of an ordinary man who's simple world is shaken by events that can only be properly explained using tired science-fiction terms. But rather than scare you away with preposterous notions, I will simply start from the begining and leave your own imagination to slowly make sense of insanity. It all began during that cold December. I was at an all-time low. I had lost my job and the love of my life. I would spend endless days doing nothing more than crying my blue eyes out, envisioning the approaching dark days of my dreary life as an unemployed, divorced loser. My mind had become a deep sea of suicidal solicitude; and I wanted nothing more than to throw my worthless form from the top of the tallest mountain to the green pastures of sweet release. Indeed I was at tether's end with not a ray of hope to be seen. In an act of selfish impulse I used the very last of my sterling savings to travel to the United States of America. And there I would stay for the month of December, or so I had planned, alone at the Fourteen Fortune Hotel in New York City.
Yes I had chosen to spend the Christmas season in the "Big Apple". It was certainly a nice atmosphere for a Londoner such as myself, and a breath of fresh air to experience a truly white Christmas after years of snow-drought back home. Upon first arriving at the Fourteen Fortune, I felt a relaxed sense of inner-peace that I had not known for quite a while. I showed up without a reservation but it was almost as if my arrival had been expected.
"Can I book a room?", I enquired to the smartly-dressed gentleman behind the desk.
"We've got a room just for you, Mr. Dinstey", he replied with a smile. As I followed the bellhop up the winding silver staircase, I wrecked my mind trying to recollect ever telling the receptionist my name.
My room, despite being a great size smaller than my London flat, offered a homely aura of belonging; its warm red walls giving place to many marvellous masterpieces; paintings and photographs in golden frames. I found my eyes drawn to one work in particular. A silver stopwatch dripping blood, with all numbers back to front. Well I had never been one to understand the complexities of modern art but this one took the proverbial biscuit. Still, no matter how perplexing this piece was I couldn't help but consider its meaning. Perhaps, I thought to myself upon first laying eyes on the painting, it is meant to make one consider the way time bleeds on so endlessly; that we must grab all opportunities that come our way and never take the time we have for granted; that our futures are ours alone to shape and mould. This seemed like a rather intriguing concept at the time; but these eyes upon the painted canvas had not yet witnessed the sights ahead.
Perhaps even more attractive than the works upon the walls was the captivating view beyond the glass pane. I drew the black gold-trimmed curtains all the way aside and gazed out into the snow-caked city streets. To call what my eyes beheld a beautiful sight would be a gross understatement. Winter had always been my favourite season. Not only for the beautiful atmosphere it brought, but also the tranquillity. There is no better feeling than sitting at home during the Christmas season, wrapped up warm by the fire, one's mind absent of care. Here in New York the feeling was amplified tenfold with the promise of a white Christmas. As I continued to appreciate the falling white crystals, I couldn't help but notice the many busy people down below, rushing in all directions, and thought about the month ahead of me. No stress. No hassle. No worries. Blissful days alone with no company but my own.
After admiring the outside view, my attention turned to the inviting bed that stood room-centre. I laid atop the red satin sheets and rested my heavy head on the puffy purple pillows. Such luxurious comfort. An insomniac could likely dream peacefully between these sheets. And yet I did not enjoy a single good night's sleep since arriving that day in New York City, for my inner-most thoughts were disturbed by haunting visions.
Sunday, 15 November 2009
About "Silver Sight"
SILVER SIGHT
Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Psychological Thriller
After losing his job and the love of his life, London-born Matthew Dinstey finds himself at an all-time low, longing for nothing more than to throw himself from the top of the tallest mountain... to the green pastures of sweet release.
He decides to spend the month of December in snowy New York City, alone with his tormented mind. But since arriving in the "Big Apple", Matthew has not enjoyed a single night of good sleep. His dreams are disturbed by horrific visions of murder; and he lays awake night after night... tormented.
Matthew soon learns of the "Silver Sight" - the power to see death before it happens. Upon coming to terms with this powerful gift which he posseses, Matthew sets out to save a life and change the future. But it won't be easy. From the very beginning, it seems that other-worldy forces are trying to prevent Matthew from completing his quest from inside his own mind.
Are we all bound by fate? Or can we truly shape the future? Join Matthew Dinstey on his grueling and life-threatening mission to re-write destiny in this psychological, fantastical, science-fictional, haunting story - SILVER SIGHT.
Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Psychological Thriller
After losing his job and the love of his life, London-born Matthew Dinstey finds himself at an all-time low, longing for nothing more than to throw himself from the top of the tallest mountain... to the green pastures of sweet release.
He decides to spend the month of December in snowy New York City, alone with his tormented mind. But since arriving in the "Big Apple", Matthew has not enjoyed a single night of good sleep. His dreams are disturbed by horrific visions of murder; and he lays awake night after night... tormented.
Matthew soon learns of the "Silver Sight" - the power to see death before it happens. Upon coming to terms with this powerful gift which he posseses, Matthew sets out to save a life and change the future. But it won't be easy. From the very beginning, it seems that other-worldy forces are trying to prevent Matthew from completing his quest from inside his own mind.
Are we all bound by fate? Or can we truly shape the future? Join Matthew Dinstey on his grueling and life-threatening mission to re-write destiny in this psychological, fantastical, science-fictional, haunting story - SILVER SIGHT.
And so it begins
Welcome to my new blog. Please, join me as I work on my very first fiction for publication: Silver Sight. Help me to create a substantial interest in my book, so that I may present to agents and publishers an online community of real people who would love to read it.
You see, agents and publishers want to know that an author's story has the potential to make good money. What better way to gain an interest in my works than to generate that interest myself - with this blog. An online home for my work in progress is what I have in mind. As I write my story I'll be posting updates, plot ideas, paragraph snippets, character profiles... perhaps even whole draft chapters from time to time. And of course I'll be turning to you, the readers of my blog, for valuable feedback and suggestions.
But my work-in-progress novel Silver Sight won't be the only focus of my blog. I'm sure I'll be posting many short stories and other works too. I'll also be using this blog to present the other spectrums of my creative mind. As well as fiction, poetry and lyrics are two things I enjoy writing all of the time, and I've got plenty of material to share with the world.
In conclusion, this blog is to be the online home for my creative mind and I would be eternally grateful if you could pass the link around to everybody you know. Cheers!
You see, agents and publishers want to know that an author's story has the potential to make good money. What better way to gain an interest in my works than to generate that interest myself - with this blog. An online home for my work in progress is what I have in mind. As I write my story I'll be posting updates, plot ideas, paragraph snippets, character profiles... perhaps even whole draft chapters from time to time. And of course I'll be turning to you, the readers of my blog, for valuable feedback and suggestions.
But my work-in-progress novel Silver Sight won't be the only focus of my blog. I'm sure I'll be posting many short stories and other works too. I'll also be using this blog to present the other spectrums of my creative mind. As well as fiction, poetry and lyrics are two things I enjoy writing all of the time, and I've got plenty of material to share with the world.
In conclusion, this blog is to be the online home for my creative mind and I would be eternally grateful if you could pass the link around to everybody you know. Cheers!
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