Wings of a RavenThe complete first book is finally all set and done
For those of you that read the first chapter a year ago and would like to dive right into the entire book (including the updated and rewritten first chapters) hit the link, but please be advised that this is mature fiction, with explicit storytelling and events, including sex.http://www.anorseview.com/?q=wings-of-a-raven-shortadventures-beneaththestarry-dome
And for the rest of you, here is the first two chapters to get a taste of "Wings of a Raven".
And yes, I did say the first book, because book 2 is already about to get released in another universe :), and will eventually crawl it´s way into the light over here too :).music for the read
Sail into the black by Machine Headhttps://play.spotify.com/track/0xqEVwFtWT6X7xN9VFGj4Vchapter one
In a dream forgotten, I was climbing inside a bell tower.
Or was it, simply
a memory lost. A moment from life it surely was
although I still did not knew, if it came from a life already lived.
Or, a life, yet to be seen and felt.
High up above me, a raven's wings could be seen.
Flapping before they came to rest and the birds eyes eerily twitching sharply before focusing on me and nothing else.
Curiosity and familiarity I swear, could be seen in the eyes of the bird.
Like a taste, upon the back of my tongue. Something came to mind and then, life and time seemed to slow with the beat of my heart.
Its thump inside my skull and ears, like a breath of words once washed away in the rain and stormy winds that snatched the words from my lips. It was as if I was still talking, but making no sounds at all.
All around me.
Light came to fade from both my eyes and in its still lingering touch upon my skin I could feel it vanishing in mere seconds as if it was all sucked away.
Why I wondered, 'what am I doing here'. 'how can this be real'.
Like fire in my mind, it burned, like a stream of white waters rushing ahead to crush the river bed and all the sand castles that little children had been building, my skin burned and prickled
Silence and stillness
lay all around me
as before my eyes and beneath the raven.
A magnificent elephant bull convulsed in a sharp spasm before collapsing towards the ground.
Soundless I watched it tusks seemingly and defiantly hold on to the frozen air as if to force its body back up from the ground, but then, they too hit the mud and dirt. Forcing a gust of dust exploding in a silent cloud
I tried to move my head, or at least I think I tried?
Did my throat itch?
Did I even think that, or is this not even me?. The thought echoed inside my skull as fingers separated from the soil itself beneath the animal carcass. Wrapping around its dead body and slowly the earthly limbs pulled it down into the eager earth and out of sight.
As the last of the elephant carcass vanished from my view, my world seemed to twist around itself and heavy fog came galloping, swallowing everything and me.
I knew the air should suddenly be hard to breath, it was as if I knew that my skin was actually burning from the putrefied air and smog that now poisoned me by the second.
the words forming in my mind.
'I am detached from my body' this is a dream I thought. Or was it really?
My own fingers and hand suddenly stretching out in front of me, carving in the vapid air, as if to create an opening to once again see.
To see the raven above me.
"Why was there ravens here" ... Burning, thudding, thumping the thoughts kept racing, pounding against the skin and bones inside me.
My eyes searching, my mind burning, I carved and carved, faster and with growing desperation before my blood froze to a million shards of ice inside of my veins.
Things were moving.
Around me, moving towards me, away from me?.
"Why are you moving, stop", I screamed
Shadows in the fog, shapes without form.
Moving silently I thought, but the thought echoed immediately inside my mind, 'perhaps there is sound, and I just can't hear it any more'.
Who am I?
I tried to remember as the clump of fever raged from deep inside, it burned my thoughts, a black hole caught inside the confines of my gray matter, my bones and flesh, but soon it would tear me to pieces.
Where am I. And then I knew, long before I could see it.
Amongst the moving shapes of shadow, there was a woman, a woman behind a mask that helped her breathe in this air that was killing me.
The world began to twist and warp and the raven once more cried out my name
"My name? how do you know my name", my name? what was it, I had already forgotten..chapter 2
Or was it in reality, months or even years, and decades that had silently passed me by? That I can not truly say, but to me it felt just like any other fleeting moment, like when you look up from the morning paper, having just read a bunch of obscure black headlines that suddenly makes you realize that since what could almost be perceived as 'yesterday' for you.
In reality, 10 years had already gone by and before the postman's hand with a loud clunk dropped the next postcard or meaningless junk in your mailbox, just 'hours' from now, another 5 year would have passed you by as well.
Just like when your mind and eye swiftly and uninterrupted changes focus from something up close and personal to that far away in the distance object.
In the blink of an eye you see what once was out of focus, colors and transitions changing, light changing shape and hue in a moment of thoughts, blurry becoming laser sharp and shadows transformed to light and clear forms.
A seamless canvas that opens with clarity by nothing more then the will of your mind, and your eyes rapid changing focus.
My eyes came to rest, and i rose back to life, clawing my way through the dimmed curtains that had sheltered my disconnected body and mind, and like the shriek from a raven as it soars into air, leaving the maggots and dead carcasses behind.
My memories of the dark faces, the ravenous woman pounded my senses as my still dusty, itching eyes opened to the light of day.
and the bell tower
A burst of cold air rushed its way down my lounges and throat, and with the chill of midnight air, mould and urine sprinkled upon wild flowers and rotting wood.
The mist and the bell tower finally disintegrated inside my mind and before the cloak of my blurry eyes.
I coughed and stood (I think) up right with dilated pupils and thirsty lips as the pleasantness of the cold and starry night struck my synapses with the strength of a pummelling fist.
Hammers crashing against the iron anvil, fists of flesh crushing your skin, jaw and teeth's.
Life and the blinking light pounded upon my feverish mind, my bones and flesh caved, cracking, rebuilding.
My laughter, crackled and mad it soared like a sudden burst between my dried out lips as my body kept roaring with a starving, hollow intensity.
Each scent making my entire being convulse.
It was as I had slept for an eternity and my blood where non-existent, my tummy and soul, my entire me drained and empty. A raging hunger rushed in from all around, it consumed me and crashed my entire central system time upon time all while my empty insides turned around on itself like a barbedwire, all twisted and knotted up, increasingly kept tightening up. It releases, cluthec, it crushed me, tore and twisted inside, it stopped and started.
Release and start, Release and start. Release and start.
All over again and again. A shriek, the shrieks of ravens.
My legs cramped and spasmed as my muscles contracted and jolted my entire body with pain.
I smiled and laughed out into the airy night as I forced myself up on my elbows.
'you beautiful Whore of a life".
Are you real? Is this real?
I could not keep myself from laughing as the words bubbled up from within 'I am fucking life you hear me!.'
'I will find you, in the middle of the night'.
I mumbled like a mad man, to the veil of empty air, who did I talk to? What the fuck was I saying. Fucking birds! "Shut up!!"
The words formed and bubbled through the cracking sound of my laughter 'It does not matter, one day I will find you. Like the puppet and his shadow, the pied piper and his ravenous horde of rats'.
I laughed, I cried and raged, I bubbled with joy and the wind kept ripping the words out of me.
My voice, now a low whisper as the rain and wind kept pounding upon me. Tearing in to my flesh, the water was so cold it made my feverish mind burn with ice, the sound of ravens kept tearing into my flesh and mind.
'Winding up and down, up and down, the stairs that leads us deep into earth and the far-reaching stars'.
Like death and nature and the pagan marvels that is all of life, I knew my resolve. Unbreakable, but inside the waves of heat and cold, the words I spoke with no rhyme and reason, I wondered if perhaps I was now a mad men as well. Somehow I knew I had not always been mad.
It was as if a force of life force akin to the pulse of a star and the moving oceans, transforming, radiating, evolving inside. Each day a new page to turn and be, to become, to learn and see more of all that is life.
And like the sun and moon, the stars and the oceans. Every obstacle slowly melted away in the course of time never ending.
With a deep breath.
I closed my eyes as I caught a swift scent of fragrance dissipating in the night air.
Assaulting my senses and calling to me, awakening memories and life in my limbs. Out there, she crawled through the mist of time, like a beacon, calling upon me, to hunt her down and make my claim.
Would I have to climb that tower in my mind I wondered?.
would I be the one to feast on the carcasses of dying elephants, would I destroy, or save them all.
Ah you marvellous old bastard, you fucking, beautiful star-filled ocean of wonders. You haunt my heart and mind, you tease, create, kill and tear them down only to unravel even greater beauty behind every layer of life and death that is peeled away.
I loved life, I absolutely knew that I did.
With every breath and moment of it and I smiled as my mind like a burst of magnetism launched out and called out to that cloud in the night that kept growing inside my mind, like a cancerous lump of "weight", I could feel it out there, far away.
I called for them in the night, to herald my answer if they so wished, to come and fetch me. To grant me a ride through the wild road here in the realm of devils and angels, together by my side once again.
Don't ask me, how I even knew that something was out there, I still don't know.
I am still not entirely sure that this is not just the wildest, most outrageous dream ever dreamt.
A lump of coal burning inside my mad mind.
But this is how it was and is, for me.
Are we even alive? Is my hand moving as I look down upon my fingers, or is this your dreams and I am just a figment that grows inside the realm of your imagination.
And if I am a being of flesh and bones, if I bleed and breath, then, how can I talk to ravens and air? Who are you that I keep adressing?.
What does it even mean that I do. Questions that might ponder your brain, they surely have done mine in at times. I can feel you. I can feel your eyes and your mind tasting my words. Your feverish mind tracing every line of words I type.
Or do I type? Are you reading this or hearing it? Are you real?
Would you like to know something?, an ancient truth revealed between just the two of us
Those are questions that I do not care for, and I do not need the answers either.
What I know is that I am. And that is all that is needed to claim this life as mine.
I feel what I feel, just as you do. It is a shining beacon inside of us all that shines as bright and gloomy as we allow it to do inside the soundless, long night.
From deep inside that vividly burning light, the chill and goose bumps spread, through my every bone to the hair on my body, my skin, filled with thousands of hairs standing up in eager silence.
As if I was really standing under a shower outside at night, caught beneath the cold freezing winds together with a beautiful naked women. Kissing and tasting every inch of each others pounding skin
Yes, you can so feel that sensation too, can't you? Her lips against your naked skin, your fingers tracing her vibrant nakedness. Can you sense her turn on, the anticipation of the pleasures you will unlock and conjure from inside of her. The moist that is spreading.
. The dark call, like a magnet filled the insides of my mind and I knew that they had already heard me.
Out there, my children spread their wings, soon to would walk this place together.
The mist would unravel one day under the relentless wings of time.
My lips curled in a smile as I tilted my head every so slightly.
Listening to the coming storm, and in the distant, the falling rain as it fell upon the world.
Ah the sounds it made upon their wings.
Dark, beautiful beaks.
The cascade of branches moving, the sound of rain against the world - somehow, I could feel the drop of rain against their veiled, black feathers and it was as if we all stood beneath a great waterfall, covered in blackest feathers with water flowing all around. Their voices souring to the skies, pounding this mighty world like a torrent.
I smiled as the thought for a lingering moment caught a bubble in my mind and floated to the surface of my conscious stream.
Is this really happening, or am I still dreaming?
Am I lying in bed somewhere, trapped inside the beauty of a mad dream? Is it even my dream or someone else's entirely?
Perhaps I was right earlier, and I am just the figment of your imagination and no one would ever know that I am also and actually here. Unanswered questions as insignificant and pointless as the fact that we might seemingly never truly know the ever-changing nature of time, our clocks might claim it was a mere hour, but, perhaps as it sometimes felt, I had been standing here, waiting, for an eternity, or a mere second. Where did the energy go, the flowers broken and bent.
The decaying corpses, reclaimed by soul, wind, water, do mountains dream too?
Perhaps time was always the same and it was just a difference of emotions that changed our perspective in the most fundamental ways - perhaps it was our own mind and true needs that altered reality - it was that sweetest of madness that was life's beauty and the mad halls of the human mind.
The echoes that bounces at night, transpires, evolves and forever remains in perpetual transformation and relevance.
I turned my face up to the sky as laughter rolled towards the rain drops that came hurling towards me.
Standing beneath the rain that would soon bounce against my cheek and hair with even greater force.
I lifted my arms slightly bent as to welcome a long-lost friend that somehow would always be your most important friend no matter how far they had journeyed, no matter time and silence travelled, it would always be like a mere second ago when you saw them again, it was like that moment when you first encounter the love of your life - actually knowing entirely. without knowing the semblance of it all.
"Fuck" went through my mind.
'My feet are itching, and I need to wash my hair, I need to eat and dry up, what the fuck'
Out there, far away and still shielded by that veil of night, the shrieks tore through distance and rain, travelling through the darkness to announce the approaching arrival.
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