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I was once not alone in this endless world of squares. I was once a girl. Before it came. Before I went mad. Before I was a man. Before everything.
It was a normal day when it all started. Little kids were playing in the bushes, rustling in the grass and chortling happily at the baby bird they had found. People walked the busy streets of the town of Blink, humming to themselves. Old wizards clamored, calling out the price of their fine potions. Miners ran towards a cave, whistling and swinging their strong, handcrafted iron picks from side to side. Woodcutters hacked at trees, smiling with the effort of the work. This was all before I discovered it. The unknown one. The other side. The Spark.
On this one fateful day I had decided to go for a walk. It was always pleasurable to have a walk, stretching my legs out. I was a girl in need of exercise. Happily singing a new hit song, I hopped straight into a long-abandoned cobweb-filled mineshaft. I hit the ground, groaning in pain. Ouch. I had not expected that. Getting a torch out and lighting it with my flint and steel, I looked around. I was in a structure with a wood arch suspened by rotting fenceposts and the occasional long-burned-out torch. Eager about my new find, I started walking north, towards a patch I was pretty sure was gold ore. Sadly I had forgotten my trusty pick, made of solid diamonds I had mined with my own hands. Well, not exactly my hands, I used a pick. Heh, heh.
Anyway, I better not get off topic and ramble like usual. I inspected the ore, finding out it was just dull reddish-brown iron instead of the sparkling yellow flash I thought I had seen. Suddenly I saw the yellow flash again. A thought popped into my head. Follow it. I looked around. Had someone spoken? Dismissing it as a restless thought of a busy mind, I started following the little yellow glint. I turned a corner in the dark, dusty mineshaft. The spark traveled along the walls, floor, and ceiling of the mine. What was it? Another thought popped into my head. It needs you. What was going on? Was it trying to tell me something. I turned around and tried to run.
I found I coudn't move my legs. I heard the voice again. Help me. I mean no harm. I was scared now. I found my legs were moving towards it heedless of my body. I screamed, finding I had lost my voice. I was running at top speed through this terrifying nightmare. The spark was coming closer and closer. I saw it was a man. A man with a tattered light blue shirt, navy pants, and deep, indigo eyes. The spark was a shining light. He took the light in his hand and brought it towards me. What...what was going on? The light came closer and closer, then he brought it right into my face and peirced me with it. I fell to the floor and felt my eyes close, the welcoming depths of unconsciousness.
I blinked. Once. Twice. Opened my eyes and sat up. I was in a plains, overlooking a mountain in the distance and a forest to the north. What was I wearing? A tattered, light blue shirt, and navy pants. My arms were muscular and thick, as were my legs. What...how...why...I was a man? Nooo, this wasn't real, it was all just a dream. It couldn't have...the village of Blink...impossible? What was going on? This was absolute MADNESS. I was a little girl named Alex. Now I didn't even know my own name anymore. Suddenly a word popped into my head. Steve. I repeated the name over and over to myself. Steve. Steve. Steve.
The light was blinding now. I had nothing in my hands, no backpack, nothing. I sat up, looked around, making a decision in my head. I would find Blink. I would go back to those little kids in the town of Blink. I would find my home I had built with my own two fists. I would get out of this body and return to my old life.
I had been walking for hours, only stopping to kill the occasional wild pig for a rather stringy, uncooked hunk of pork. My legs were aching badly, I needed a toilet, and I just wanted to go home. I collapsed onto the ground.
Fastforward fifty days later. I had almost forgotten I was once a girl, tried to push what had happened in that mineshaft, and had got a ramshackle little house of wooden planks and cobblestones together. It wasn't much but it was something. The best I could do. I wasn't used to this new body. I had crafted a book with some leather and paper and bound it together from string I got from a spider. And that's how I wrote this. Not that anyone will ever see it. I've never seen any villages, much less the small village of Blink. Someday someone will find this. And know how it came to be. Know what had happened in that long-abandoned mineshaft.
Thank you for reading. Wish me luck on the contest! :D
Also, suggestions and constructive critcism are always appreciated. If you don't get the story, tell me what part you don't understand and I'll explain it.
It was a normal day when it all started. Little kids were playing in the bushes, rustling in the grass and chortling happily at the baby bird they had found. People walked the busy streets of the town of Blink, humming to themselves. Old wizards clamored, calling out the price of their fine potions. Miners ran towards a cave, whistling and swinging their strong, handcrafted iron picks from side to side. Woodcutters hacked at trees, smiling with the effort of the work. This was all before I discovered it. The unknown one. The other side. The Spark.
On this one fateful day I had decided to go for a walk. It was always pleasurable to have a walk, stretching my legs out. I was a girl in need of exercise. Happily singing a new hit song, I hopped straight into a long-abandoned cobweb-filled mineshaft. I hit the ground, groaning in pain. Ouch. I had not expected that. Getting a torch out and lighting it with my flint and steel, I looked around. I was in a structure with a wood arch suspened by rotting fenceposts and the occasional long-burned-out torch. Eager about my new find, I started walking north, towards a patch I was pretty sure was gold ore. Sadly I had forgotten my trusty pick, made of solid diamonds I had mined with my own hands. Well, not exactly my hands, I used a pick. Heh, heh.
Anyway, I better not get off topic and ramble like usual. I inspected the ore, finding out it was just dull reddish-brown iron instead of the sparkling yellow flash I thought I had seen. Suddenly I saw the yellow flash again. A thought popped into my head. Follow it. I looked around. Had someone spoken? Dismissing it as a restless thought of a busy mind, I started following the little yellow glint. I turned a corner in the dark, dusty mineshaft. The spark traveled along the walls, floor, and ceiling of the mine. What was it? Another thought popped into my head. It needs you. What was going on? Was it trying to tell me something. I turned around and tried to run.
I found I coudn't move my legs. I heard the voice again. Help me. I mean no harm. I was scared now. I found my legs were moving towards it heedless of my body. I screamed, finding I had lost my voice. I was running at top speed through this terrifying nightmare. The spark was coming closer and closer. I saw it was a man. A man with a tattered light blue shirt, navy pants, and deep, indigo eyes. The spark was a shining light. He took the light in his hand and brought it towards me. What...what was going on? The light came closer and closer, then he brought it right into my face and peirced me with it. I fell to the floor and felt my eyes close, the welcoming depths of unconsciousness.
I blinked. Once. Twice. Opened my eyes and sat up. I was in a plains, overlooking a mountain in the distance and a forest to the north. What was I wearing? A tattered, light blue shirt, and navy pants. My arms were muscular and thick, as were my legs. What...how...why...I was a man? Nooo, this wasn't real, it was all just a dream. It couldn't have...the village of Blink...impossible? What was going on? This was absolute MADNESS. I was a little girl named Alex. Now I didn't even know my own name anymore. Suddenly a word popped into my head. Steve. I repeated the name over and over to myself. Steve. Steve. Steve.
The light was blinding now. I had nothing in my hands, no backpack, nothing. I sat up, looked around, making a decision in my head. I would find Blink. I would go back to those little kids in the town of Blink. I would find my home I had built with my own two fists. I would get out of this body and return to my old life.
I had been walking for hours, only stopping to kill the occasional wild pig for a rather stringy, uncooked hunk of pork. My legs were aching badly, I needed a toilet, and I just wanted to go home. I collapsed onto the ground.
Fastforward fifty days later. I had almost forgotten I was once a girl, tried to push what had happened in that mineshaft, and had got a ramshackle little house of wooden planks and cobblestones together. It wasn't much but it was something. The best I could do. I wasn't used to this new body. I had crafted a book with some leather and paper and bound it together from string I got from a spider. And that's how I wrote this. Not that anyone will ever see it. I've never seen any villages, much less the small village of Blink. Someday someone will find this. And know how it came to be. Know what had happened in that long-abandoned mineshaft.
Thank you for reading. Wish me luck on the contest! :D
Also, suggestions and constructive critcism are always appreciated. If you don't get the story, tell me what part you don't understand and I'll explain it.
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I could really help fix this up.
Might wanna fix dialogue.