Writers Notes...

What You have just Read is The prologue to my story Titled "The BlackMist" The prologue was always intented to be a story on its own, it is infact the idea i had for The comic comp, not much had really changed for the prologue. It was intended to follow the path that it took. Usually a writer would work back through the story inorder to addmore to it, But i have fit the main story around the prologue linking them together through characters and events.

For those that have just found this blog you should read the story as follows :-


Betweenworlds
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:1c
:1d
:1e
:1f
:1g


The next part of the story answers questions about who blackmist actually is, It is more an identity story than one of mystery although that element will be carried right through the whole story. BlackMist has very much been a fantasy story, but i tried to go for a more realist approach through the main bulk of the story.
There will be a numerous amount of tales coming together in what i hope will be a complimentary way.


This part of the story is still a work in progress so posting of what i have will be alot slower then the posting of the prologue. i plan to post in a simular fashion to what i have been doing. Posting each Chapter (or events as i like to call them) The story has 3 individual mini storys through out which are titled as follows.


Otherworld
Earth
Heart in the past


I wrote the story like this mainly to make it easier for me to plan and edit each individual stories seperate if needed. I use timelines alot when i plan a story out which makes it easier for me to check events happen when they should.


I hope you enjoy the rest of the story as much as i have writing it.


Wayne
(mistakes will be edited out of all posts as soon as i have time. Please be patient)

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The gathering of two..

The girl followed him with out speaking back to the tower, his tower. The look out point waiting there was Jennifer.
“Katy” she yelled as she ran towards her child. Katy’s eyes shone wide as her mother embraced her.

BlackMist watched as they both stood in embrace, there spirit body’s no longer shadows of there death, but there souls brought to rest. He had for filled his duty.

This was there story.

Jennifer had left Katy asleep. It was hard work being a single mother in such an expensive world. She had never intended to do it forever, but with out malignance and family support, selling her self seemed the quickest solution to her money problems. So. She was a prostitute, if it kept her baby alive, what did it matter? She ran her “business” with rules. It was only on that fateful night that some one called. A man who wished to use her services, Jennifer thought nothing of it with her private numbering being in all the phone boxes in the area. An easy 50 pound for 10 minutes work. She could not say no. Katy was asleep in bed. She would be back before the hour. So she arranged to meet the man two blocks from her house…

Katy woke from her nightmare a little worse for wear, she had called and called for her mother, but she hadn’t replied as she usually would. She decided to get out of bed and see if she was sleeping. After the disappointment of her mummies room being empty, she got dressed and put on her yellow rain coat. it might rain you know. she started her walk out side in the cold dark world. She was scared but she kept in the safety of the street lamps. And after a while of looking, she heard a gun shot. Katy was scared, so she stayed by the light of the lamps a little longer.
A man had ran past but he didn’t see her, Katy thought he was running away from the gunshot, perhaps something was coming this way, she stood her eyes wet from scared tears in the entry where she could see if anything was coming up the street, if it did, she could hide in the dark. For now though. She decided to have a little splash in the puddles.

Now Jennifer stood hand in hand with her beloved daughter, her heart wept, for her beautiful child hadn’t tasted the bitter drink of life. But still she was not alone, they could journey forward together. Both fixed in the plane of the spirits. BlackMist watched as they walked into the distance and after waving disappeared.

BlackMist smiled to himself. It was the way of the world, those that committed sin, redemption and judgement would come for them. It would come in the shape of a man and a sword. One-day, redemption would come to claim him, killing was killing after all.

He begins walking off into the distance, and the mist follows him. He walks further and the mist thickens slightly.
        “my punishment shall come…”
    He walks further still and the mist swallows him from view.
                “…But not before one succeeds me”

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Another day, Another life

The man stood atop of the tower again, he called himself BlackMist. He stood between worlds and the mist hung in both of them. He turned towards the soul that was Jennifer, not that much had changed on her part, she still mirrored her death, she should have been brought to peace at the death of her killer, yet she stayed. And even worse than that, she stayed with him. He looked back down through the curtains of planes, down at the people below. And Jennifer waited but for what . BlackMist turned to her, “ Jennifer I have delivered you peace! Will you not go now?” he asked puzzled. He wondered why she was waiting. Why she still mirrored her corpse. It mattered not if she choose to accept her peace or not, peace had been delivered his work was done. He was waiting for the other to find him. She would be here soon, he could feel it. Yet he felt tension in the air. He had an uneasy feeling in his stomach, it was hard to shake off. He turned away from Jennifer again to look down on the inhabitants of the earth. How could they go about there business unaware of what lay around them/ how could they follow divine truths that man had created himself. They ignored the facts that were life. Ignored the truths that stood right in front of them. Followed there own divine there own rules. Forsaking anything that couldn’t speak for its self. If taking things for granted had been a sin no man woman or child would be living, all would be delivered to there own redemption. Sure he had a deeper understanding of the world, yet he was just a man. He was a carpenter and sinners were his carpet. All sinners needed to be brought from the darkness of there sins into the light of there redemption.

He turned back to Jennifer “I have done all I can for you Jennifer, take your leave and follow me no more!” he said as he jumped for the roof of his tower.
He fell through the thick mist that hung on the air of the city. It would remain here until his work was done, then it would travel else where and with it so would he.
He landed gently onto the cold pavement of these two planes. The plane of the spirits and the plane of the living. Merging through his own existence. He saw her, the yellow first. Then the blue grey glow of the small drowned child. He walked towards her, and she smiled at him. It was a beautiful smile filled with all the wonder’s of the world. “I think I have been looking for you mister” she spoke with a slight gargle sound issuing from her throat, yet her voice was soft and warm. “wanderer I am here to bring you to peace” the small girl smiled. “I know what I have to do mister. Do you?” she asked.
BlackMist nodded and the girl turned and began to lead the way.

They walked for a while with out talking, it was his job after all, but she was a young child, her voice found it hard to halt. “would you like to know my name, man of the mist?”
“if you tell me so be it” he said , not looking away from the direction they walked in, the girl stopped talking and looked slightly disappointed. This man was strange. He carried a sword on his hip, and his black jacket floated in the breeze she could no longer feel.
Death was a cruel thing. She walked next to him none the less, her hands on the bottom of her rain coat. BlackMist glanced to see what the child was doing, he smiled as he watched her flick her coat side to side as if it was being carried by the wind.
After a while of walking she stopped at a house, it was a big house with a driveway full at the moment with a silver Astra.
“is this where you take me?” BlackMist asked the child. She nodded. He began walking towards the front door the girl flowing closely behind him. She feared this place, this was after all, the home of her killer, BlackMist passed through the door that existed in out world but not in the spirit world. He walked into the kitchen, there was a woman in her late 40s pealing potatoes, the child stopped in the door way and raised her arm and pointed towards the woman, her arm shook slightly from fear. In that one moment when he looked upon the child he understood what had happened, he saw it flash before his eyes.

“are you lost honey?” asked Jackie through the open window of her Vauxhall Astra,
“no, I’m looking for my mummy!” said the little girl who stood teary in the entry way splashing in bubbles. Jackie smiled “well aren’t you a sweetie!” she exclaimed “I know, would you like me to help you find your mommy with you?”. the little girl nodded and smiled widely. “I know” said Jackie “ we can drive around in my car, that way well find her faster!”

The child sat in the passenger seat with her yellow rain coat on, her legs dangling just over the seat, her red welly’s flapping up and down in glee. The car pulled down the roundabout, and headed towards the factory district.

After pulling up nest to the sea, Jackie turned to the girl “ I think we should check out side now”, Jackie got out of the car careful to close the door of the silver Astra carefully before walking round and letting the little girl out.

Jackie took her hand and walked up the beach to where the tide was as far in as it could go. “mommy!” shouted the girl. Jackie smiled at her the girl smiled back.
“maybe that’s her” suggested Jackie pointing out to a distant formation on the sea. The girl had stepped forward to shout but before she knew it her lungs had started to fill with water, The weight on top of her was so heavy, it forced her to gasp for breath.

Jackie knelt on the Childs back her teeth bared as she forced the little’s girls head further into the wet dirty sand, she felt the girl struggling beneath her, Jackie grinned slightly at her hopeless effort. Even when the girl had stopped kicked, she continued to force her head into the wet sand under the water. Her face twisted with hatred.

She then had simply got back in her car and drove home. Leaving the Childs lifeless body bobbing as the waves washed over her.

BlackMist came forward into our plane and Jackie noticed nothing. Not the mist that seemed to fill the kitchen or the smell of damp (or was it death). She heard the sound of his sword as it slid slowly from its sheath, she turned branding her cutting knife, what she met was the edge of his sword. It rested on the neck where the jugular lay deep.

BlackMist spoke one last time “I receive you for your sins and Give you redemption” it was on the last word that he slicked of her head. The sword passing easily through the tissue and bone. Her body stood momentarily splashing crimson blood red around the kitchen. Splashing on the family pictures of Jackie and her kids. It eventually fell to the floor. Black mist had already turned and walked into the other existence.

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Lost and found!

Jane got out of the taxi with her bags of shopping and started up the stairs of her home. She opened her door and closed it behind her. It was only after the door had closed that she saw.

Blood stained the walls, and as Jane turned slowly round, she let out an ear splitting scream, her bags of shopping fell to the floor. The contents smashing and erupting from the paper bags. Derrick leaned skewered to the far wall. Blood mapped the living room. Red every where. She stumbled forward slightly, falling to her knees ash cried for her husband who’s face was slashed beyond recognition. The katana which held Derrick to the wall shinned in the dim light. A blue and white frilly garter hanging from its hilt.

In the police station, officer henchicks sat with the wife. “I’m sorry to have to keep asking you questions miss but its vital you answer as much as you can”. Jane’s eyes were red from crying even though she had stopped a while ago. “I’ve already told you, I woke up and he wasn’t home, I went to do some shopping came back about two house later and …and…” she started crying again. She kept seeing him there in her minds eye, his body limp stuck to the wall, drained of blood, his face slashed off at the eyes and down through his face. Jane straightened in her chair “I don’t know what time he got back! I was out! Derrick always liked to go for walks” she said as she drifted off and started muttering to her self.


Henchicks had seen it before, it was shock. “were you and your husband having marital problems?” he asked. Jane’s face creased with sorrow and anger “you think I did this to him!” she shouted.
It was after all a difficult case, no sign of forced entry, no sign of a struggle, every item of furniture was in place. Covered in blood but in place. It was almost as if the man had done it to himself, but the garter his mind kept crying to him. But the garter! It was Henchicks belief that MR Derrick MB may have been having an affair. Perhaps the woman he was cheating with had killed him. He didn’t know, probably never would. The garter was just too familiar to him, he just couldn’t put his finger on where he had seen it before.

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Returning to the scene

Derrick lay awake his sleeping wife beside him, it was his day off work today, he needed the break. His nerves where shattered and his guilt steamed in his mind, forever whispering his sin. After getting bored, jumping at ever little sound, he got up quietly, got dressed and decided to go for a walk. He walked and his mind focused on other things. His life the man he had become. He was scared for himself and that made him feel sick. He felt guilty for sleeping with the woman who’s name he never knew. As for killing her, there had been a drive , a reason for it, anything to keep the secret hidden. And so it will be he thought to himself. If the police came thought, what would he do then? Could he deny it? If they came surely something would have lead them to him. His mind began to race furiously trying to remember if he had left anything there. With today’s technology all they needed was a strand of hair, they could find out who you were then where you lived and id they came to his house, they’d find the gun, match the bullets, find residue from the gun on his clothes maybe even droplets of blood. Then Jane would know! Shed know what he had done, know he had killed a hooker. She’d probably only have to guess that he slept with her first. Maybe the police would class that as rape. Why else kill a hooker who accepted money in exchange for sexual favours.
He thought deeper into it, maybe the police wouldn’t even look into it, I mean hookers where killed all the time, the police were glad to have them off the street, weren’t they? He looked up and stopped in his tracks, he had walked back to the alley where he had held cold metal in his hands and put an end to the life of another. There was a police man standing smoking a fag at the entrance of the alley, where yellow police tape sectioned the entryway off to the public. He had spotted Derrick and was eyeing him suspiciously. They always say 'murderers returned to the scene of the crime'. What should he do, turn and runaway was his first instinct but then again he might as well shout “it was me!” as he runs, he decided to go over and act like a nosey passer by. As he approached the police man Derrick saw him tense up slightly. Looking past him he saw the entry had been closed off and 3 more police men where up there a tent had been put up over the body. “what’s going on?” he asked the cop trying his best to sound intrigued. The copper took a drag on his smoke “dead hooker” he said simply exhaling. Derricks eyes widened as if to show slight shock but his legs began to shake at his knees. The police man took another drag of his fag and continued “shot in the gut, probably took her a while to die too” he added for effect “sick bastards who ever they are!”
“what?” Derrick asked bemused. The copper pointed down the alley at the tent. “who ever did it” he said exhaling the grey smoke that polluted his lungs, “they shot her and left her to die! Probably robbed her too” he said matter of fact.
“really? How do you know that” the policeman looked at Derrick with a smile on his face, “ a hooker that looks like that would never be short of clients therefore cash” he said with a nod, derricks body shook with fear, they were already so close to the truth, it had only been  hours since he had shot her. “did no one come to help her?” Derrick asked his voice shaking, his guilt bursting out of his ears.
“I doubt it, she couldn’t of even shouted for help even if she hadn’t choked on her own blood” the cop shook his head at this “suffocation such a horrible way to die”
“are you alright man?” asked the police man, Derrick was now shacking so much that his teeth almost chattered. “ yeah I’m fine just” he thought for the right words “ its scary isn’t it the things people will do to each other” the cop nodded “ well…what’s your name mate, I’m officer henchicks” said the copper holding out his hand. Derrick took it lightly “ Derrick he breathed.
“well Derrick well catch the bastard that did this, its only a matter of time. Do you live close to here?” asked henchicks, Derrick shook his head and took a deep breath and pointed “ I live about 40 minutes away, just came out for a walk today starting to wish I never” he spoke the truth, and officer henchicks chuckled and threw the stump of his fag to the floor. “well Derrick I better get back to work, you keep an eye out, if you see anything suspicious give us a call”. Derrick promised he would and turned to head home.

It took less than an hour to get back home and when he got in it appeared as though Jane was out, he took a seat on his couch and placed his head into his hands. He was shacking so badly that he felt faint. On the verge of tears even. He sat against the back of the couch and looked around the room. Confusion spread across his face. It was the smell, like damp but something else. The room seemed cloudy. Misty even. Derrick felt the sensation similar to one who’s lost his sense’s to the fog. He stood up, maybe something was burning in the cooker he thought as he headed towards the kitchen, he stopped suddenly.

A man stepped out of the 'fog' “who?…what are you doing in my house!” shouted Derrick. But the figure walked towards him, his body seemed to come from the mist. Derricks eyes widened as the figures unsheathed swords emerged from the mist. He was frozen with fear and shock. The figure held one of his swords inches from derricks face.

“For your sin’s, I bring you redemption!”

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Somewhere. Broken

She walked her broken walk, stumbling and falling as she did, her short skirt that exposed her legs and her frilly blue and white garter swayed side to side as she walked. She seemed to walk slowly but she walked out of time, she was in a different plane, a different world. A world that ran along side her old world. She had no idea why she still was but yet she walked. Her body arched against the bullet that lay inside of her dead body. The blood still lodged in her throat. She was a shadow of her former self, a spirit mirroring her death. She had no idea what she was here to do but something told her she would know when she needed to. She stumbled from nothingness into our world, past ordinary people living out there ordinary days. No one seemed to notice her, her silent wordless cry.
Oh how life had ended so abruptly, so unkindly. Taken from her grasps by a stranger, who slept with her then took her life. She was filled with useless hate. But luckily the laws of nature had other plans with her lifeless soul.

She was aware of her surroundings. The tall buildings scrapping against the sky. The bustling streets full of cars and people. She knew they couldn’t see her, mustn’t for its not in there destiny to deal with her wish. She new that her body was suspended in time and that she was only a shadow of her deceased self. Her real lifeless body probably lay in a morgue. She saw a man, wearing black, his cloak like jacket floating in her airless world. He showed no sign of noticing her, but she knew he had. He was the one she was searching for.

His two swords lay strapped to each side of his waist, she knew these were his tools. The tools of destiny. Sometimes even killing is ones destiny. People have to accept that this is how the world works. Heroes work with destiny, those that work evil are corrupted. The misunderstood rule. The man stopped in front of her, “wandering child of the Gods” he spoke, the words echoed in the corpse’s mind. She stopped her head lolling to the side, it was hard to see the man with her body arched like it was. She looked over his feminine face, his hair was long and it flowed in the wind. The wind she could no longer feel. “I am here to assist you Jennifer, sweet child of the gods” she knew what to do and turned the way she knew she had to head. She would lead him so he could take her to peace. She began her slow walk away and he followed, slowly behind her. Unseen to the humans that were around.

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The man and the whore

She finally sat upon the green couch, her legs ached from hours of cleaning and yet her mind wouldn’t switch off. Getting to her feet again she travelled into the bathroom. She pulled her knee length skirt up to her waist and dropped her white panties to the floor. The cold of the toilet seat shocked her thighs at first, but as always it passed. When she was finished and her clothes were back in place She stood in front of the bathroom mirror and studied her self. Dark bags ran deep under her eyes, she looked like an addict. Coming from a family like hers though drugs were one of the last things she would ever have touched. The bags were from stress and lack of sleep. Insomnia, the king of caffeine, when ever she closed her eyes, she worried. To keep moving was the only way of stopping her worries, silencing her mind. The result was her looking as though she had no care in her appearance. Her hands touched the clammy skin of her usually blossoming cheeks “come on Jane get a grip of yourself” she said to her reflection.

Jane hated making people worry about her, it wasn’t her intention for people to worry. It brought her no comfort or closure but people like family always have a way of worrying regardless, even over the littlest things. Her mother blamed Derrick, he had just started a new job and things had started to look up but then the arguments had started again. Who would of thought marriage would have been so hard, thought Jane to herself, she had expected after 10 years for things to get easier. That’s irony for you. She heard the sound of the front door open and she made her way to greet her husband. He had already disappeared into the bedroom. She followed suit.

The light from the living room spilled into the dark bedroom, giving the rose red walls a dark eerie glow. “how was work?” she asked from the door way. After the sound of a draw closing Derrick rolled over on to the bed “same as always” he said, taking off his jacket, he lay back down. His hands were shaking still. “what happened?” Jane said stepping into the room “ your shaking”. She was flooded with concern but stepped forward timidly. As if scared of rejection. “I’m fine” Said Derrick firmly. Jane sighed heavily as she sat on the bed with her back to Derrick.
“we never talk anymore” she almost whispered “what’s happened to us Derrick?”
“nothings happened to us!” he replied defensive, his mind obviously on other things. “Then why wont you talk to me?” she said softly, her eyes burned at the corners as she remembered a time when they used to never stop talking. When they were never bored of each others company. Then the arguments had started and the difficulty had begun.
“look Jane I’m not in the mood for a discussion ok! Just leave it!” Derrick turned onto his side and closed his eyes. He was fighting the urge to scream, he didn’t want to tell Jane what he had just done, but the guilt was eating him up. He didn’t want to upset her, that was never what he intended to do. Sometimes no matter how hard you fight, love was lost. You could fight to get it back but what a hard battle that would be. He didn’t want to leave Jane, if he thought the solution was that easy he would of left already. He thought that maybe he needed to taste the fruits of another, but after giving into the temptation of the apple, Derrick found that his heart ached for Jane.
“I love you, you know. I want to make this work but …its hard” Jane spoke up from the darkness within the room, she had stood to close the door, and now she stood removing her blue top. “I want us to go back to how we used to be!” she said dropping her top to the floor. “ I want you to want the same” the sound of her skirts zip slipped around the quiet dark room. “what are you doing?” asked Derrick his voice shaking slightly from nerves. “I’m making the first step” said Jane’s voice from in front of him, he new her face was some where with in the darkness. Jane reached for his hand and placed it upon her breast. “you want to make this work…..don’t you?” she asked him. Derrick closed his mind to his guilt and kissed his wife.

BlackMist Between Worlds

:Prologue 1a
BlackMist

People sin and the mist receives them, that’s how it would be known many years from now. It would take generations for people to finally understand the way of the world, the request of “God”, or “Gods” to be exact. An so he stands atop of the tower, A tower which shadows the buildings in this already dark world. He stands there watching, listening, waiting.

There is no man like him in this world. No one with a job like his. He was an entity of utter importance. He saw the world differently, he saw it for what it was and oh how the sorrow melted into his very being, his make shift soul. The case which bound him to his duties. He was forever tormented by the sins of others and there redemption. He wished for cleansing but it never came. The world always seemed to be travelling faster than he could keep up with forever changing shape around him, he felt like he slept for years instead of hours. Lost in the world, lost in time, lost to his own sense of being though he cared not for where he came from or what he was. Nothing mattered to him, nothing but his purpose.

He looked down over the tainted city, ignoring the flashing advertisements for “cleaner whiter teeth”. His eyes seemed to glide and zoom into the streets that lay below. Every shade every detail as crisp as could be even from this height.
The mist was hanging low to the ground tonight, the damp air raising high into the sky above, he could taste it on his lips, And the words it spoke to him where that of needing redemption. The Mist carried temptation upon its back like a turtle carrying its shell, whispering words of corruption to all those that could listen. He could hear the words, a quiet echo as though they melted into the very mist itself. Dirty words of conspiracy. He looked,

and he saw.

A regretful man wondering how to take back the act he had just committed. His panic and worry floating thick in the air, his yearning for change. Regret has a way of making us wish we had done something different. This is its purpose. This man wished it had been his wife he had slept with, not some cheap hooker he didn’t even know. His blood ran hot, his face flushed red as he pulled the gun on her. With out thinking, it fired. The sound echoing loudly around them, startling the man from his panic. His regret was replaced with a new wish. “what have I done” were the words the man on the tower heard, carried on the breeze of the wind. Some might call this asking for redemption “praying for forgiveness” but what would it mean coming from a man who, before running from the scene, takes back his £50 from the warm dieing woman, leaving her to piss her self as she chokes on her own blood and her life slowly slips away.

Waiting was what would come next for this man who stood as if upon the mist. The BlackMist that echoed the voices in our hearts. But the man listened to nothing but the wind. Listened for its messages of lies and deceit.
Always waiting.

He knew the signs of human nature, he new our talent for tricking those that needn’t be tricked. He knew our thirst to exploit ones saddening situation.  He could see a car, a child. A lonely lost child crying for her mother. Lost in the cold damp air of this lonely night with nothing but her yellow raincoat and her blue dungarees protecting her from the elements. She stood in the opening of a dark dank entry, an he watched as the little girl took her self to the car on the promise of being helped with finding her parents. In his minds eye, the man atop the tower saw the girl lying face down on a beach, the tide licking back and forth at her cold damp blue lifeless body. One could ask why he did not act to save the girl from this vision he saw. It was not the way, Not his way. The man looked human but within his dark mind lay rules. He followed them. He had something stronger than faith. It was his source of life, If you could call it a life.
For now at least, the watching and listening was done. For now he waited. This time for something much more different.

Dedications

Dedications

To
All those that have read Blackmist and shared there thoughts and opinions with me.
To
Those that kept me writing.
To my family
My daughters Freya-Mae Stephens. Little Lilith
To all of my sisters.
To my friends (regardless if they knew about this story and not)


(If this storys ever published it will be dedicated to those that have read this blog too)

Special mention

Daryl James
Tiffany Jade Hassall
Victoria Fairley
Sharna O Bober
Joanne M Bober
GreatGran & GreatGrandad (its a shame you both arnt here to read this)
Freya-Mae Stephens
Lilith
Emma Stephens
Sarah Stephens
Lisa Stephens
Gary & Dawn Stephens
Natalia
Diantha
Ellen
The rest of the internet "proof" readers.

Argument

BlackMist is a story I’ve been working on and off on now for almost three years. its a tale that has evolved from its intended future.
The idea started Three years ago when I decided to finally enter a comic competition.
I wanted my story to stand out, rather then just fill it with flawless drawings, so I began thinking up ideas. and the first steps of Writing "TheBlackmist" were taken.
With it being so long ago I cant remember how the idea actually came into my head. I think that first thought is still embedded into the story somewhere.
I remember thinking when I first wrote down the words "Blackmist" That it was going to be something special to me.

I’ve written since before I can remember, (apparently) And The amount of stories started far out weight the ones I’ve finished. In fact id assume I haven’t actually finished any properly. (Blackmist is still in the works)
But id never been excited about actually writing a story before. But I loved the concept of this story so much that I delved into creating characters, and figuring out different plots. Twists. Everything. Its something I’ve been doing that day till this one with this story. There’s so much possibility with it that its hard not to be in awe of it. As a unpublished writer I doubted my ability to finish it. Perhaps this would be what Dark Tower was to Steven king. not in the amount of time it'll take to write it, or of the quality (which I hope will be good) but more in my thirst to finish it.

The stories Written how I want to tell it. I haven’t followed any rules and its not inspired by anything really but my own imagination. Anything that’s similar is similar by accident. Any representation of a person/s is unintended. There are parts that could upset people. So read at your own caution. The story is however written tastefully.

Wayne

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