Stargazers Chapter 1

Hi so today I wanted to post something interesting. This time it isn't an original work of mine! Today I Wanted to past the first chapter of my novel, Stargazers : The Deep Void. So this is a book that I spent most of the last year on. Essentially, it is a science fiction novel that revolves around a group of 6 friends. These friends initially think that they're going on a simple backpacking trip through Europe, but things slowly take a turn for the worst as dark secrets and a shocking death threatens to tear them apart.

So far I've written the first book, and am halfway through the second book, but I still feel like my first book isn't publishing worthy yet. Like I still want to do some hardcore edits on it to make sure everything runs smoothly. This is a project that is super close to my heart, so I Want to make sure everything is perfect before I formally try to publish the book. But anyways, enough of my talking, here's the first chapter in its entirety.

Cold. Cold winds shivered through my body. Something was there. I could feel its presence.

Rows and rows of dark spikes rose out around me...eerily like teeth. The deep pool of ink above me was shifting and tumbling, like a roaring ocean.

I was on the ground, a rough gravel that seemed like it was moving! But no, not moving, rumbling, as if a terrible beast was awaking from its slumber.

*Augustus...*

The shadows seemed to whisper as an ominous shape drew out of the rotted and stunted shrubs that dotted the area.

*Come to me...*

I could see its eyes, it’s horrifying eyes as the area around me, the shrubs, the gravel, the very air seemed to dissolve. And in that moment my very essence  was vanishing in a long and deep scream...

The sounds, the sounds I could hear of an... alarm clock?

I woke up the blaring noise of an alarm clock... no my alarm clock.

Actually a more accurate depiction would be to say that I literally fell out of my bed, screaming as the ground reached up to meet me.

“August! August are you ok!”, my mom yelled at me from downstairs.

“Aughhhh”, was the wittiest response I could come up with.

I pulled myself up from the soft carpet, and looked around, trying my hardest to forget the terrible things I had just seen.

“It was a dream, just a dream”, I thought to myself.

And  I looked around at my room, at all the comforting things I had, the poster from a movie I’d outgrown so long ago, like five years ago, the stamps my grandparents had given me, a poster from London that my friends had gotten me, and of course my world map.

Looking at the map made me feel confused. Soon I would be going, finally going on the adventure that I’d been planning for years. But after that I’d be leaving everything and everyone I’d known for all my life.

But on this wonderful morning, at the beginning of my travels, it was hard to be sad about everything, even though the malice of my dreams was still etched into my mind...

So that's it. That's the first chapter of my book. What you heard is the chapter from the perspective of one of the main 6 characters from my book, August. Essentially he woke up from a "bad dream".  Who knows, maybe the chapter is directly foreshadowing the main evil for my book, yeah I have no clue, definitely don't know. Oh wait, I'm the author, so I definitely do know. And it is definitely foreshadowing something in the future. Anyways, I feel like in the future I'll post more chapters from my book, or maybe before that a rundown of the main characters and their characteristics and motivations. Yeah that does sound like a good idea. But anyways, within this chapter I tried to stuff in a lot of metaphors and imagery. And definitely a lot of foreshadowing. Honestly the way I tend this story is by knowing where I want the characters to end up, and then just making up how it happens as I write. It's a very spontaneous approach, but it's honestly led to some great moments.

The funniest part about my writing process while working on this story was that I wrote most of the chapters at around 12-2 AM. Or during classes. Very little of it was written at a decent hour during my off times. I find that those not decent hours are when my craziest ideas are produced, which is definitely what this book is a product of. But anyways, next post will probably either be a short story or another traveling post. Goodnight everyone! Peace!