I have been working on this project for at least a thousand years, no really, and I just can't seem to get past the first word. Any ideas<
Just kidding.
Here is a possible first part, please tell me what you think.
Healer
Nobody should have survived that crash. It was around the first hour of the morning in early spring, April 23, a day before Minion was scheduled to begin his new position as lead janitor in Bozeman Montana. At the time not a soul was traveling that winding stretch of mountain road leading to his destination. Nobody had seen him miss that hair-pin turn on the way to the summit. No one living at the time saw him launch himself and his brand new Indian Chief off the mountainside and break almost every bone in his body except his head, neck, and back as he bounced off nearly every rock on his way to the valley floor. The fact that the fool was drunk and one of his friends literly forced a helmet on his head is probably the best explanation as to why he did survived. As the mangled puddle of entagled flesh and bone lay there dying, a faint whisper of consciousness seemed to have released itself from the shattered mess. Poor soul he thought as he now without fully comprehending what had just happened turned and began moving toward a distant light. After what seemed to him an eternity, he then noticed that he was floating upward and the light was now encircling him. There were voices now, however it was just gibberish to his ears. The only thing he could think of to explain his circumstances was either he was dead or it was just lucy playing with his head again. but he hadn't touched LSD in years and his friends would have told him so if they had slipped him any. If it wasnt't the latter of the two options, it must be the former. The voices now were getting louder and the light was much more intense, yet it didn't hurt his eyes. The voices were also making sense, and he could, or thought he could now recognize a few of them. This was really freaking Minion out. How could this be happening? He was on he way to something better, him and his brand new beautiful bike. Oh my god, the bike. Wheres the bike? With that, he quickly spun around and saw it wedged in between an outcropping of rock and an old fallen tree that must have stood for at least a thousand years. Stunned with the sudden realization and that it was true, his attention darted back and forth from the bike to the pile at the bottom of the rocky slope. Holy shit, thats me.
Fifty feet from where the body lay was the edge of the Big Wood, the name it's inhabitants have called it from the beginning of time or as long as the stories have been told. From wolf to raven, from black bear to salamander, all have called it home, which included the men of the forest, the men who are said to be the forest themselves.
It was the wolf that brought the father to the body, and it was the father that brought Minion Del Sol back from the otherside. To get him back to a place though, where he could heal, much had to be done. First a selter must be built to camaflouse the activity from the highway above, herbs had to be collected to begin the healing, and branches and boughs had to be gathered to build a strecher and imobalize the body for the trip back to The Father's home. Once back there the real magic could begin.
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The day before, it was the prospect of a new job in a new city that caused him to want to get up that morning, Maybe it was still scrubbing tiolets and swabbing floors, but it was new. He had been working the same job for the same company ever since he dropped out of business school in Ellensburg, a town he couldn't wait to get away from. That was nearly ten years ago. It was time for a change. Since he didn't have to work that day and everything here and in Bozeman was squared away, the pleasure of sleeping in was even better then calling in sick just to stay home and watch porn. The only thing left to do was a dinner party with all his so-called friends, friends only when they could benefit from the deal, and Angie, his girl for the last few years and the deal..He wouldn't have been with this crowd if he wasn't so much like them himself.
It was a long ride to Bozeman, especially at that time of night. The group broke up at around closing time, thinking that Minion was on his way home. Angie was to meet him there later after she supposedly had a few drinks with her girlfriends, but he knew where she was headed.
He did go home, but only to change into his leathers and pack a few things into his saddlebags for the trip. It may have been a warm late summers eve in town, but the mountian passes were starting to get a tad bit colder this time of year, and at night. Nobody would know he was well on his way until they gathered together the next morning to see him off. Actually, by the condition they were all in when leaving the resturant, no one would probably even show up at all. That thought made him want to get away even more.
Just kidding.
Here is a possible first part, please tell me what you think.
Healer
Nobody should have survived that crash. It was around the first hour of the morning in early spring, April 23, a day before Minion was scheduled to begin his new position as lead janitor in Bozeman Montana. At the time not a soul was traveling that winding stretch of mountain road leading to his destination. Nobody had seen him miss that hair-pin turn on the way to the summit. No one living at the time saw him launch himself and his brand new Indian Chief off the mountainside and break almost every bone in his body except his head, neck, and back as he bounced off nearly every rock on his way to the valley floor. The fact that the fool was drunk and one of his friends literly forced a helmet on his head is probably the best explanation as to why he did survived. As the mangled puddle of entagled flesh and bone lay there dying, a faint whisper of consciousness seemed to have released itself from the shattered mess. Poor soul he thought as he now without fully comprehending what had just happened turned and began moving toward a distant light. After what seemed to him an eternity, he then noticed that he was floating upward and the light was now encircling him. There were voices now, however it was just gibberish to his ears. The only thing he could think of to explain his circumstances was either he was dead or it was just lucy playing with his head again. but he hadn't touched LSD in years and his friends would have told him so if they had slipped him any. If it wasnt't the latter of the two options, it must be the former. The voices now were getting louder and the light was much more intense, yet it didn't hurt his eyes. The voices were also making sense, and he could, or thought he could now recognize a few of them. This was really freaking Minion out. How could this be happening? He was on he way to something better, him and his brand new beautiful bike. Oh my god, the bike. Wheres the bike? With that, he quickly spun around and saw it wedged in between an outcropping of rock and an old fallen tree that must have stood for at least a thousand years. Stunned with the sudden realization and that it was true, his attention darted back and forth from the bike to the pile at the bottom of the rocky slope. Holy shit, thats me.
Fifty feet from where the body lay was the edge of the Big Wood, the name it's inhabitants have called it from the beginning of time or as long as the stories have been told. From wolf to raven, from black bear to salamander, all have called it home, which included the men of the forest, the men who are said to be the forest themselves.
It was the wolf that brought the father to the body, and it was the father that brought Minion Del Sol back from the otherside. To get him back to a place though, where he could heal, much had to be done. First a selter must be built to camaflouse the activity from the highway above, herbs had to be collected to begin the healing, and branches and boughs had to be gathered to build a strecher and imobalize the body for the trip back to The Father's home. Once back there the real magic could begin.
********************************
The day before, it was the prospect of a new job in a new city that caused him to want to get up that morning, Maybe it was still scrubbing tiolets and swabbing floors, but it was new. He had been working the same job for the same company ever since he dropped out of business school in Ellensburg, a town he couldn't wait to get away from. That was nearly ten years ago. It was time for a change. Since he didn't have to work that day and everything here and in Bozeman was squared away, the pleasure of sleeping in was even better then calling in sick just to stay home and watch porn. The only thing left to do was a dinner party with all his so-called friends, friends only when they could benefit from the deal, and Angie, his girl for the last few years and the deal..He wouldn't have been with this crowd if he wasn't so much like them himself.
It was a long ride to Bozeman, especially at that time of night. The group broke up at around closing time, thinking that Minion was on his way home. Angie was to meet him there later after she supposedly had a few drinks with her girlfriends, but he knew where she was headed.
He did go home, but only to change into his leathers and pack a few things into his saddlebags for the trip. It may have been a warm late summers eve in town, but the mountian passes were starting to get a tad bit colder this time of year, and at night. Nobody would know he was well on his way until they gathered together the next morning to see him off. Actually, by the condition they were all in when leaving the resturant, no one would probably even show up at all. That thought made him want to get away even more.
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