The changes are kind of severe, I suppose, but the main fixtures are still the same. Wake up in cemetery, resolve issue of who woke her up, wander for a bit, find corrupted being that infects her, get chased, nearly die fending off the monsters, get saved by beautiful shining woman, speak to dream-spirit-of-town, and then we can get on to the rest of the story.
Although in keeping with my inability to abstract a story's details, this is part one of the memory-sequence as I found a very poignant ending and wanted to post my progress on this so far. I'm quite enjoying the dual narrative I can use in this story of both the character's mind thinking and then the memories she experiences and comments upon.
Hopefully I'll stay happy with the changes I'm making, but I feel like they add some depth and color to the whole story and help the eventual pacing once the main body of the story is reached.
Anyways, hope you enjoy, have yourself a lovely day, and see you when I see you.
Warlock Reboot I by Mac Clevinger, January 28, 2018
My mind fell to darkness, strands of memory laying in tangles and erupting as short flashes of light tried to spread among them to create meaning from the scattered mess. The brief flickers brought a random assortment of memories and thoughts to my attention, the disorganized scenes meaningless yet enticing as the tangled strands strangled the light and danced before me.
There were words I kept hearing repeated – “I’ll do it.” – but… do what? Who was I speaking to? Who was I? I could feel that this was a place of order that had fallen to ruin, some horrible event bringing it to the brink of destruction only to be held back and save me from death or… or something worse.
I reached out for the strands, not with hands or even a body but grasping them with my will. The tangles were a mess, only made worse by the twitching that each burst of light caused when the knots halted their progress. A single strand tapered off into the distance, meeting the tangles and bringing the stream of shining consciousness with it, each pulse repeating the words “I’ll do it.”