First off I was suprised that it took 10 pages (single-sided). That is a lot. If every day takes that much I will need a new notebook every week! There’s only 70 pages in this one!  And of course, that is part of the problem of reviewing all of it…

Thinking back I remember I had some problems with character development. Since I started with such short notice I don’t know where I want to go or what I want to do. This is really obvious, but that’s okay, it’s only November. The Dream character I was stalling when writing because I could not decide whether or not to make him male. He is based off of Gaiman’s Sandman, but I hope not too much. I decided to make him male, because I didn’t want him to be confused with Gainman’s Death. I wanted to be clear that whoever the being was that was the previous Personna of Death was gone and that s/he was not passing the information on.

I also strayed a lot from the first part of the scene with Rerik and Lia. Right now I am okay with that, but we’ll see if I can get it back. I was really at a loss in the beginning because I wasn’t sure what time period I was going to do this with. It seems like it is a modern time, and i dont know if I want that. The street scene (which I will later add detail to) is kind of based on the 2nd street at home. And the mention of the house Lia sees will come up later. I think I have decided how to work out the fantasy and reality thing, but I won’t write about it now because I think it will be too confusing.

I also think I am looking for a name change for Rerik because I do not like how Lia is a real name, and Rerik is more fantasy. I also don’t think I like how the relationship is playing out because it does not fit very well right now. Man, I can’t wait for December! =D

They walked down the street to their apartment. They passed the antique gothic buildings. Each with the wrought iron fences on the perimeters of the tiny properties. Nobody ever seemed to know who lived in these homes. Lia had come to conclude that they must be occupied by dying old people with no other families to remind the rest of the population of who ezsisted in there. Of course this was pure speculationand had no factual evidence what so ever. The majority of the buildings had been converted from homes to apartments. Or atleast this is what Lia assumed. There were always multiple windows per building with old women sitting in them. For this reason these had always caused a sory of uneasiness within Lia. However, one home had always caught her attention, and in a good way even.

There was a large home, and as far as Lia knew it was still a home, which was some odd mixture of a victorian stule and a gothic stule architecture. It had the cylindrical shape of a victorian home with the three floors and tower like structures on the sides. All of the embellishments however were of black wrought iron mimicking the gothic stuyle.

Lia had always dreamed of a house like that. For some reason it almost seemed to be built just for her. Everything was what she hoped for in a house, or , on the outside at least. From the small gargoyle ornaments decorating the roof tops, to the simple door knocker. Lia always dreamed of being able to live in that very house.

LIa had been day dreaming about the beautiful home all the way to her own apartment which she shared with Rerick. When they reached the door step of their own living quaters she was dissappointed. Not just because her dream was over ans she was noq forced back into the reality of her own meager home, but because she was forced back into the reality of the fact that she had some how killed a man earlier that day.

“What do you want for dinner?” Rerick asked while he rummaged through the cabinets. Lia did not answer. She was staring into space; thinking. “Babe, come on, sit down. I have to run to the store, but I’ll whip up soemthing delicious. What don’t you go lay down and relax?”

Lia nodded and obliged. Rerik took her by the hand and walked her to the bedroom. Lia climbed into the bed and he helper her under the covers. He reached for the remote to pass it to her, but she waved him off. “I think I will just relaz and reflect. Thanks anyway.”

“Alright then. I will head to the store you just take it easy.” he bent down to kiss her on the forehead. “I love you” she smiled in response.

When he had left, Lia let her mind wander. She slowly drifted to sleep.

“Lia…what have you done?” A mysterious voice came from somewhere distant, but also near. She found herself standing in the midst of a darkened dillusion. Everything was in shadow and kept her from seeing any more than a few feet in front of her. She understood nothing about what she saw around her. Everything was merely ambiguous shapes. Frightened, she looked around desperately searching for something, anything her mind could morph into something resembling logic.

“Lia, do not worry. Everything will be made clear. Patience.”

The voice was coming closer. She finally could pick out the shapeless blob that was speaking to her. It kept walking towards her. The other creatures off in the distance begane to rustle and his as if in defiance of the approaching being. Lia began to panic and look frantically for a way out. The figure, however, stopped just before enering the point which Lia assumed was the point where it would become visible in her poorly adapted vision.

“Do not worry, Lia. You really have nothing to fear. I am here to explain to you the death which is bothering your conciousness. I am here to tell you that it was nothing that you did wrong that killed him; it was your destiny.”

“Who are you? What are you talking about?” Lia squinted in hopes of seeing better. The shadow finally stepped forward enough for Lia to see. It was a tall thing human like figure. It was dressed in a long cloak which vocered the enterey of its body. The hood shrouded the face in complete shadow.

“You, my dear, have been chosen” the figure, which Lia determined to be a male, slowly drew down his cload hood exposing his face. Lia was not sure what she had expected, but it certainly was not this thing that she saw. The fiure was human. Almost. He had long flowing black hair, a long narrow face, and pale silvery skin. His eyes were even sunken in but still oddly bright. The lashes of his eyes were long and seperated, perhaps even groomed. HIs cloak was old and ragged and torn, but his body seemed almost full of life. Yet something kept him from being human.

“Who are you? What are you talking about? What have I ‘been chosen’ for? And what does that have to do with that man?” she spoke aggressively, but was truely cowering inside. Her fake anger was a mere cover up for her inner fear.

“You have been selected to be the Angel of Death. That man, your erge to help him; that was his time to die and you mistook your duties for something else; for a kindly desire to help. Thus, do not contemplate on him, for it was his time; as it will be all human’s time.”

The matter of factness in his voive frightened her more than the words he actually spoke. “Who are you?!” She could no longer supress her fear and tried even harder to make it with a more intense anger as she yelled at the man.

“Who am I?” he repeated her words almost mockingly. “I am a messanger. That will suffice for now. Now follow me. Your job is not a small one. There are some things you will need to know.” he turned and walked away. Lia wantedto protest, but did not. She followed in an ovediant fashion.

As they walked, the ambiguous shadowns around them remained just as ambiguopus as when she first noticed them. Even when they got closer, the shadows did not become clear. Though they did seem to hiss and moan more.

“You must know your responsibilities,” the shrouded man interrupted her thoughts. “You will be in charge of all the death in the world.” The he was silent again. They walked on into nothing leaving the nothingness which they had just left alone to merge with the other surroundind nothingness.

“Where are we going?”

The figure stopped and turned. He looked at her and snapped his fingers. “Here.” he replied as the blackness faded into a solid, white marble room. There was a single pedestle in the center of the room with a portrait and a box on it. The rest was empty. The walls were blank with the exception of the black sqirles throughout the marble. The room was a circle with the marble walls rounded flawlessly around. The pedestle too was round in all aspects. The table and base were flat marble disks and the suppor was a tall, thin marble cylinder. The perfection of it all struck Lia as odd, but she pushed the thought away. After all a beautiful room was the least of the oddities here.

“Here you have been in my realm. My realm of dreams, for I am the King of Dreams. It is I who controls everything within the ming and imagination of man. Just as it was her,” he pointed to the portrait, “jon and responsibility to manage every life and death. Now, that will be your realm.” He paused as he reached for a tiny black box upon the pedestle.

“This is the artifact which will connect you to the world of the dead. It is of the utmost importance.” He opened the box to pull out an ankh on a long silver chain. As it hung from his fingertips it glistened in the light. Although its symbol was quite morbid, Lia still found it to be captivatingly beautiful.

“Once it makes contact with your flesh you will no longer be a mortal human. Rather, you will become one of the all powerful gods. You will be able to take up residence in the realm of death.”

“What if I do not want to?” She finally had the courage to demand an answer from the mysterious man.

“You will not. You have been chosen for many reasons, some of which are based on attributes which you have not even gained yet. Your acceptance of this proposition is one of these reasons.”

He wasright. She did not know or understand why, but she did know he was correct. Something from within her was urged her – even forced her -to accept his offer.

Without any further reply, she reached to take the ankh from his hands. She reached in what seemed to be slow motion. When she finally felt the cold metal touch her finers she closed them around the ovject. He then released it into her possession. Suddenly she felt an odd rush run through her body. It felt like a fiery ice…

So first thing is that I didn’t have any kind of idea when I started (obvious from my previous post) so all of that was like a free write rough draft thing. I got the desk idea because I was sitting here staring at my fish waiting for an idea to pop into my head. A lot of the story will probably be “based” on my own experiences. Go figure, right?! Haha!

After that was written is when I decided to make the story about Lia and the process in which she becomes the goddess/guardian of death. I think this will be based primarily off of the Sandman by Neil Gaiman. I am thinking about making it several short “stories” that will move her entire being along. For example, I am planning on having her later in the story run into a suicidal character with whom she will discuss life vs death. Just a thought though.

The Rerik character will probably be based a lot off of Andrew. I don’t really know where I am going with him, but he is going to be the boyfriend/husband/lover of Lia. We’ll see where I am taken.

The monologue thing at the end I really don’t like. I want it to be a flashback, but was unsure of what kind of seque to make. So I instead settled for a less than adequate speech by Lia. Hopefully in December this will be changed into a fully descriptive scene, maybe even chapter.

And that is what I have for now. It is short, but I will hopefully catch up tomorrow when I have more time for it. =)

Lia turned to see a familar face standing behind her, Rerik. She lept from the chair in which she sat and ran into his arms. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her face upon his shoulder. The curve of Rerik’s shoulder blade seemed in some way made esspecially for her face as it fit so perfectly. The instant contact was made tears began to roll down her cheeks, he wrapped his arms around her waist and said nothing. He merely waited until she had calmed down enough to speak for herself.

After a few minutes, her tears had slowed and finally stopped. She slowly removed her head off his chest and looked him in the eyes. His face bored the epitome of the expression for compassion. His dark eyes were near the brink of tears, he lips curled into a slight frown. “Rerik,” she spoke so soft she was hardly audible, “I can’t believe it. I can’t believe,” she paused as tears filled her eyes again. “I can’t believe I killed him. I don’t know what happened. I-I-”

“Shh, Lia, shh. It will be okay. We’ll figure something out. Just try and calm down. Try to tell me what happened.”

“I – I don’t really know. I was walking down town to the food market when I saw a homeless man. He was leaning against a large brick building. His clothes were grimey and torn, his face was unshaven, he looked utterly pathetic. He was writhing in pain and muttering something so I reached down to see if he was okay. When I put my hand on his shoulder he just stopped moving. As I looked into his eyes I saw them roll back in his head. He was dead.” Lia paused. Then collapsed into Rerik’s shoulder and arms again.

“It’s alright, Lia, he was probably a dying hobo and you just met him at the wrong time. It isn’t your fault.”

“No. No, I don’t think it was. I think I killed him. I think it was me.” Lia looked back into his eyes.

I think I will start with some brainstorming. I am never good at this, but maybe it will help. After all, 1667 is a lotta words…

So the whole story will be dark and shady and very morbid. I think I am going to bring back an old character of mine, Lia Black. That’s really all I have right now. I don’t know a scene yet. Hmm… Hopefully something will just come =P

Here we go….!

     She sat nervously at her desk. Under normal circumstances the desk seemed small and closterphobic; her messy tendencies which kept papers stacked miles high, her remains of food and food packaging spread everywhere, her two fish tanks and their accesories taking up precious space. All of this would usually make her sick with frustration, but not today. Today she sat a