Good morning all.
On this fine morning, the morning of Comic Con, I would like to post the prologue (a teaser of sorts) of my “novel” Submerged.
Genre: Fantasy/Adventure, but if you must know, there are sexy times in it.
Elizabeth Seaton is dorkily normal. She has only two best friends in the entire world, a crazy grandpa she looks up to, and an itch to seek the unknown. But when she and her friends head to Santorini, she finds just a little more “unknown” then she was bargaining for. A lost city and buried secrets are commonplace things right?
That was my rendition of a terribly cheesy book cover synopsis. So if you didn’t find that^^ annoying, please, read it, and enjoy.
"in a single day and night of misfortune all your warlike men in a body sank into the earth, and the island of Atlantis in like manner disappeared in the depths of the sea."
Most people would give the world just to muffle their senses for the slightest moment, and they do, usually with drastic consequences. Money exchanged surreptitiously hand to hand, a bag slipped casually into a purse, a pill taken to heighten, alter, preventing a barrage of emotions common to our minds. Even the simplicity of music helps block out a lot.
Life is too hectic, too stressful, too difficult to bear. The ability to hear and see, to smell and touch, is overwhelming and unwelcome. Innate faculties only worsen our pain, for with it they bring an onslaught of memories that only add to our destitution. These memories make us relive our most poignant moments, the things we wish to forget most of all.
Amnesia would be a blessing.
The act of experiencing these negative emotions—pain, remorse, sorrow, anger—is seemingly unbearable. That hollowed-out pit in our stomachs is like a parasite eating away at our insides. The hollow feeling of loss, the ache of heart break, and strain of pressure are incomprehensible and unmanageable.
There have been few moments in my short existence where I have experienced true peace—a calmness of sorts, a way to block out my fears. Throughout my life, I have spent countless hours in the pool, repeatedly submerging myself. I love the practice of letting air flow out my lungs, as I simultaneously sink to the floor, settling on the rough bottom as if I’m lying in bed.
With eyes closed, I listen to the lull of the water and the swish of the filter, dreaming of days past or days to come—a piece of paradise in my backyard. It’s as if I’m in a barricade of my own making, the world stifled for a short period of time.
Inevitably, the pressure on my lungs would force me back up, but at least I always knew I could take a deep breath and dive back under.
Right now though, I am far from home, and under tons of salty water, I can’t go back up.
The chains that wrap around me rub and tear at my skin, refusing to budge as I wildly try to wriggle free. I don’t slowly sink to the bottom—I drop like a heavy safe. As I sink further and further I can’t see a clear blue sky above but instead, the deep indigo color of a blossoming bruise, disturbed by various flashes of yellow and red lights.
I feel disoriented, my heart pounding out a ragged beat. I’ve never been this deep before and the pressure on my skull is threatening it to burst. The surface seems like a distant dream; so far away, and I can’t even fathom reaching it before it’s too late.
As I struggle to hold oxygen in my lungs, I feel my vocal chords tighten suddenly, like steel wires held taut. The discomfort in my head escalates from a slight sting to a throbbing sensation, like fists are battering me from the inside.
The ache in my throat is nothing compared to the pain I feel in my heart.
I am going to die.
I’m alone, sinking, light fading as I drift further and further away from the surface.
I hit the floor, my breath bursting out of my lungs in an involuntary rush.
Most people would give the world just to muffle their senses for the slightest moment. My world is muted in these minutes, explosions and shouts from above sounding as if they are miles away.
My lungs are on fire. The pain is insurmountable. A black haze creeps into the corners of my vision. I can only see snatches of the flashing lights far above as my attempts at escape weaken.
After everything that has happened, after all I have witnessed and lived through, I never imagined death would be so anticlimactic.
I sought the unknown, only to become it.
Did you like it?! :D Anonymous (or not) reviews are welcome. So are reblogs and the little heart thingys. First chapter will be posted up this weekend.
A writer is a world trapped in a person.Victor Hugo (via maxkirin)
me when buying something over $10: do i need this? do i need any material objects? will this matter when i face the great abyss?
I wanna be that one girl who looks really cute but also gives off the vibe that she could snap your neck if you disrespect her like is that possible for me
i am this girl
Waking up on November 1st is literally like walking through a door from Halloweentown to Christmastown
What’s this? What’s this? There’s décor everywhere. What’s this? There’s carols in the air. What’s this? I can’t believe my eyes it’s just November come on folks I mean I swear. What’s this?
I FREAKING READ IT IN JACKS VOICE
I FUCKING SANG IT
I sang it as well