London’s Burning - prologue

paulmeyerofficial:

He’s here. I can hear his mind, feel his heart, smell his sweat. The torrential rain would make anyone else blind and deaf, but I can see clear as day, and the drops might as well be silent. I turn another corner and his heartbeat speeds up. He’s seen me. He starts running, and I can hear the thudding footsteps, so I follow the noise, thankful for my padded, silent trainers. As I leave the cover of the multi-story car park and enter the alleyways, an intense wind picks up, as I half expected it would. It slows me down, and I know for a fact that it’s my target’s fault, but I also know that it’s the only weapon or defence he has against me.


The temperature suddenly drops, as if I’d run into a freezer. The rain freezes, and hail stings my face and hands. A particularly sharp hailstone cuts into my cheek, and I feel warm blood flow before the wound seals itself up; I take my concentration of my target slightly to create a field of warmth just in front of me, which turns the hail back into rain. I allow myself a small smile, and speed up.


My target’s taking a lot of sharp turns in the back streets, obviously trying to lose me and keep out of the public eye. He’s got no chance, especially when I can phase through obstacles and sections of wall - I could teleport in front of him, but I can’t guarantee there’d be enough space at this speed, and, besides, that’d take the fun away. I almost pity him, but then I remember why I’m chasing him, and I have only three things on my mind: Hate, for the fact that he’s one of Seth’s followers, determination, for the information I’ll be able to get out of him, and greed, because I know that when I catch up with him, I can learn his power. Weather control. The scope of that one is enormous. Normally, powers are centred on one person, or are small scale, but being able to change the weather has enormous potential.


He takes another left turn, and we’re both abruptly faced with a refuse area. There’s only one entrance, and I’m stood in it. My target whips round. I can see the fear on his rain-drenched, strained, pale face. He hunches over, taking fast, deep breaths, and I’ve barely broken a sweat. My only regret is that I have yet to finish my mind reading lessons with Harmet, else I would have took the information I wanted ages ago. I’d have probably still located him for the power though, so that point is moot.


“Who are you?” he asks.


“I’m sure you can guess,” I answer. He shivers, and whether from cold or fear I don’t know, but I do know that he’s definitely recognised me, so I start interrogating, “You’re with Seth. Why?”


 “Because he promised me the world. He took me in when no-one else would. And,” he pauses, and smirks at me, despite the situation, “he’s far more powerful than you’ll ever be.”


He takes something out of his pocket, and puts it towards his mouth, saying, “You think I’m going to tell you all about him, don’t you? His plans, his location, his routine? I’m not, and there’s nothing you can do to make me. You have no idea what you’re doing!” and with that he puts what I can now see is a pill into his mouth and chews.


“No!” I shout, and launch myself at him. Even slowing down time to almost a crawl and mentally pulling him towards me I’m too late; I see the froth around his mouth. He’s not quite dead yet, though, and when I hold him I feel the warmth of his power engulf my mind. I try to heal him, feeding my energy into his body, willing the poison out of his system, but its already taken too much of a hold; despite my power, I can do nothing to help him, save prolong his pain. Even travelling back in time a couple of minutes would create a paradox, trying to stop the event that led me to travel back. I look down at his dying body, letting time resume its normal flow. The rain continues to fall on both of us as I watch the life leave his eyes.


“I’m sorry. Rest in peace.” I close his eyelids, lay him down and stand up. The rain is still thundering down, but with a wave of my hand I usher in a clear, windless sky, and revel at the ease at which it happens. I’m getting better at picking powers up. I step out of the refuse area, and silently walk home.

I’m in my house. I take out my paper pads. I fill in the events of today into the first empty page, then turn back to the start, and read:

I’m writing these pages as a record, so if I ever die or lose my mind, the latter being more likely, there will be something left over, and I ask that whoever finds these books publishes them, so that the world can know how humanity gets torn apart. I realise that releasing them before the events written here happen will probably do something irrevocably bad, but the world has to know. Maybe if someone discovers these in time, humanity can be saved. Now that the formalities are out of the way, I’ll start at the beginning, and may or may not finish with the end, depending on how long I last.
My name is Paul Meyer, and, as cliche as it sounds, this is my story.

____________________

Ok, so that was the prologue to a new book I’m working on, which will hopefully lead onto a massive series for which I have SO MANY ideas bouncing around in my head, although I haven’t settled on a name yet, which I should probably do soon. If I can get them into order and onto paper (or laptop screen, rather), then it could be pretty awesome. It’s basically inspired by things like Heroes and X-men and Misfits, and I wanted to create something that’s big and superhero-y and everything that’s ever seemed awesome to me, but also believable; the main difference between this and every other superhero thing out there is that I’m going to treat powers no differently to diseases and genetic mutations like heterochromia. No ‘x-gene’, no storm, just random mutations that eventually lead to things as advanced as the powers depicted in the above excerpt.

As with my music, I would love any and all feedback, whether positive or negative, and I’m gonna keep posting stuff about it here, so if you like this, then feel free to let me know (or if you don’t like it, let me know why), follow me and tell all your friends :D

Andy

Er, I did post this a few weeks back I think, but I thought I’d just bump it, seeing as I’m still working on it and, if I can get just a tiny bit of interest in it, I’ll be ready to post chapter 1 soon.

As I said on the book’s blog, feedback is welcome. Message me ;)

@2 years ago with 11 notes
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London’s Burning - prologue

paulmeyerofficial:

He’s here. I can hear his mind, feel his heart, smell his sweat. The torrential rain would make anyone else blind and deaf, but I can see clear as day, and the drops might as well be silent. I turn another corner and his heartbeat speeds up. He’s seen me. He starts running, and I can hear the thudding footsteps, so I follow the noise, thankful for my padded, silent trainers. As I leave the cover of the multi-story car park and enter the alleyways, an intense wind picks up, as I half expected it would. It slows me down, and I know for a fact that it’s my target’s fault, but I also know that it’s the only weapon or defence he has against me.


The temperature suddenly drops, as if I’d run into a freezer. The rain freezes, and hail stings my face and hands. A particularly sharp hailstone cuts into my cheek, and I feel warm blood flow before the wound seals itself up; I take my concentration of my target slightly to create a field of warmth just in front of me, which turns the hail back into rain. I allow myself a small smile, and speed up.


My target’s taking a lot of sharp turns in the back streets, obviously trying to lose me and keep out of the public eye. He’s got no chance, especially when I can phase through obstacles and sections of wall - I could teleport in front of him, but I can’t guarantee there’d be enough space at this speed, and, besides, that’d take the fun away. I almost pity him, but then I remember why I’m chasing him, and I have only three things on my mind: Hate, for the fact that he’s one of Seth’s followers, determination, for the information I’ll be able to get out of him, and greed, because I know that when I catch up with him, I can learn his power. Weather control. The scope of that one is enormous. Normally, powers are centred on one person, or are small scale, but being able to change the weather has enormous potential.


He takes another left turn, and we’re both abruptly faced with a refuse area. There’s only one entrance, and I’m stood in it. My target whips round. I can see the fear on his rain-drenched, strained, pale face. He hunches over, taking fast, deep breaths, and I’ve barely broken a sweat. My only regret is that I have yet to finish my mind reading lessons with Harmet, else I would have took the information I wanted ages ago. I’d have probably still located him for the power though, so that point is moot.


“Who are you?” he asks.


“I’m sure you can guess,” I answer. He shivers, and whether from cold or fear I don’t know, but I do know that he’s definitely recognised me, so I start interrogating, “You’re with Seth. Why?”


 “Because he promised me the world. He took me in when no-one else would. And,” he pauses, and smirks at me, despite the situation, “he’s far more powerful than you’ll ever be.”


He takes something out of his pocket, and puts it towards his mouth, saying, “You think I’m going to tell you all about him, don’t you? His plans, his location, his routine? I’m not, and there’s nothing you can do to make me. You have no idea what you’re doing!” and with that he puts what I can now see is a pill into his mouth and chews.


“No!” I shout, and launch myself at him. Even slowing down time to almost a crawl and mentally pulling him towards me I’m too late; I see the froth around his mouth. He’s not quite dead yet, though, and when I hold him I feel the warmth of his power engulf my mind. I try to heal him, feeding my energy into his body, willing the poison out of his system, but its already taken too much of a hold; despite my power, I can do nothing to help him, save prolong his pain. Even travelling back in time a couple of minutes would create a paradox, trying to stop the event that led me to travel back. I look down at his dying body, letting time resume its normal flow. The rain continues to fall on both of us as I watch the life leave his eyes.


“I’m sorry. Rest in peace.” I close his eyelids, lay him down and stand up. The rain is still thundering down, but with a wave of my hand I usher in a clear, windless sky, and revel at the ease at which it happens. I’m getting better at picking powers up. I step out of the refuse area, and silently walk home.
 
I’m in my house. I take out my paper pads. I fill in the events of today into the first empty page, then turn back to the start, and read:
 
I’m writing these pages as a record, so if I ever die or lose my mind, the latter being more likely, there will be something left over, and I ask that whoever finds these books publishes them, so that the world can know how humanity gets torn apart. I realise that releasing them before the events written here happen will probably do something irrevocably bad, but the world has to know. Maybe if someone discovers these in time, humanity can be saved. Now that the formalities are out of the way, I’ll start at the beginning, and may or may not finish with the end, depending on how long I last.
My name is Paul Meyer, and, as cliche as it sounds, this is my story.

____________________

Ok, so that was the prologue to a new book I’m working on, which will hopefully lead onto a massive series for which I have SO MANY ideas bouncing around in my head, although I haven’t settled on a name yet, which I should probably do soon. If I can get them into order and onto paper (or laptop screen, rather), then it could be pretty awesome. It’s basically inspired by things like Heroes and X-men and Misfits, and I wanted to create something that’s big and superhero-y and everything that’s ever seemed awesome to me, but also believable; the main difference between this and every other superhero thing out there is that I’m going to treat powers no differently to diseases and genetic mutations like heterochromia. No ‘x-gene’, no storm, just random mutations that eventually lead to things as advanced as the powers depicted in the above excerpt.

As with my music, I would love any and all feedback, whether positive or negative, and I’m gonna keep posting stuff about it here, so if you like this, then feel free to let me know (or if you don’t like it, let me know why), follow me and tell all your friends :D

Andy

So yeah, here’s the intro I was telling you guys about :3 feel free to tell me you hate it, but say why as well, cheers :D

@2 years ago with 11 notes
#pandemmic #book #novel #fiction #creative writing #london's burning #paul meyer 

If I said I wanted to write a superhero book

Kind of like a British, more realistic version of Heroes, where powers aren’t, genetically, any different to hereditary diseases, and then added that I’d just finished an action-filled prologue and was willing to upload it for reviews and stuff. What would be your response?

@2 years ago with 8 notes
#OPINIONS PEOPLE #PandEmmic #Paul Meyer #book #british #evolution #feedback #genetics #heroes #novel #prologue #reviews #superhero #superheroes #superpowers #cool #realistic #comic book #graphic novel #words #text #literature 
London’s Burning - prologue

paulmeyerofficial:

He’s here. I can hear his mind, feel his heart, smell his sweat. The torrential rain would make anyone else blind and deaf, but I can see clear as day, and the drops might as well be silent. I turn another corner and his heartbeat speeds up. He’s seen me. He starts running, and I can hear the thudding footsteps, so I follow the noise, thankful for my padded, silent trainers. As I leave the cover of the multi-story car park and enter the alleyways, an intense wind picks up, as I half expected it would. It slows me down, and I know for a fact that it’s my target’s fault, but I also know that it’s the only weapon or defence he has against me.


The temperature suddenly drops, as if I’d run into a freezer. The rain freezes, and hail stings my face and hands. A particularly sharp hailstone cuts into my cheek, and I feel warm blood flow before the wound seals itself up; I take my concentration of my target slightly to create a field of warmth just in front of me, which turns the hail back into rain. I allow myself a small smile, and speed up.


My target’s taking a lot of sharp turns in the back streets, obviously trying to lose me and keep out of the public eye. He’s got no chance, especially when I can phase through obstacles and sections of wall - I could teleport in front of him, but I can’t guarantee there’d be enough space at this speed, and, besides, that’d take the fun away. I almost pity him, but then I remember why I’m chasing him, and I have only three things on my mind: Hate, for the fact that he’s one of Seth’s followers, determination, for the information I’ll be able to get out of him, and greed, because I know that when I catch up with him, I can learn his power. Weather control. The scope of that one is enormous. Normally, powers are centred on one person, or are small scale, but being able to change the weather has enormous potential.


He takes another left turn, and we’re both abruptly faced with a refuse area. There’s only one entrance, and I’m stood in it. My target whips round. I can see the fear on his rain-drenched, strained, pale face. He hunches over, taking fast, deep breaths, and I’ve barely broken a sweat. My only regret is that I have yet to finish my mind reading lessons with Harmet, else I would have took the information I wanted ages ago. I’d have probably still located him for the power though, so that point is moot.


“Who are you?” he asks.


“I’m sure you can guess,” I answer. He shivers, and whether from cold or fear I don’t know, but I do know that he’s definitely recognised me, so I start interrogating, “You’re with Seth. Why?”


 “Because he promised me the world. He took me in when no-one else would. And,” he pauses, and smirks at me, despite the situation, “he’s far more powerful than you’ll ever be.”


He takes something out of his pocket, and puts it towards his mouth, saying, “You think I’m going to tell you all about him, don’t you? His plans, his location, his routine? I’m not, and there’s nothing you can do to make me. You have no idea what you’re doing!” and with that he puts what I can now see is a pill into his mouth and chews.


“No!” I shout, and launch myself at him. Even slowing down time to almost a crawl and mentally pulling him towards me I’m too late; I see the froth around his mouth. He’s not quite dead yet, though, and when I hold him I feel the warmth of his power engulf my mind. I try to heal him, feeding my energy into his body, willing the poison out of his system, but its already taken too much of a hold; despite my power, I can do nothing to help him, save prolong his pain. Even travelling back in time a couple of minutes would create a paradox, trying to stop the event that led me to travel back. I look down at his dying body, letting time resume its normal flow. The rain continues to fall on both of us as I watch the life leave his eyes.


“I’m sorry. Rest in peace.” I close his eyelids, lay him down and stand up. The rain is still thundering down, but with a wave of my hand I usher in a clear, windless sky, and revel at the ease at which it happens. I’m getting better at picking powers up. I step out of the refuse area, and silently walk home.

I’m in my house. I take out my paper pads. I fill in the events of today into the first empty page, then turn back to the start, and read:

I’m writing these pages as a record, so if I ever die or lose my mind, the latter being more likely, there will be something left over, and I ask that whoever finds these books publishes them, so that the world can know how humanity gets torn apart. I realise that releasing them before the events written here happen will probably do something irrevocably bad, but the world has to know. Maybe if someone discovers these in time, humanity can be saved. Now that the formalities are out of the way, I’ll start at the beginning, and may or may not finish with the end, depending on how long I last.
My name is Paul Meyer, and, as cliche as it sounds, this is my story.

____________________

Ok, so that was the prologue to a new book I’m working on, which will hopefully lead onto a massive series for which I have SO MANY ideas bouncing around in my head, although I haven’t settled on a name yet, which I should probably do soon. If I can get them into order and onto paper (or laptop screen, rather), then it could be pretty awesome. It’s basically inspired by things like Heroes and X-men and Misfits, and I wanted to create something that’s big and superhero-y and everything that’s ever seemed awesome to me, but also believable; the main difference between this and every other superhero thing out there is that I’m going to treat powers no differently to diseases and genetic mutations like heterochromia. No ‘x-gene’, no storm, just random mutations that eventually lead to things as advanced as the powers depicted in the above excerpt.

As with my music, I would love any and all feedback, whether positive or negative, and I’m gonna keep posting stuff about it here, so if you like this, then feel free to let me know (or if you don’t like it, let me know why), follow me and tell all your friends :D

Andy

Er, I did post this a few weeks back I think, but I thought I’d just bump it, seeing as I’m still working on it and, if I can get just a tiny bit of interest in it, I’ll be ready to post chapter 1 soon.

As I said on the book’s blog, feedback is welcome. Message me ;)

2 years ago
#PandEmmic #Paul Meyer #aerokinesis #book #chronokinesis #cryokinesis #enhanced senses #evolution #healing #heroes #london's burning #marvel #mind control #misfits #new #noukinesis #novel #phasing #powers #regeneration #teleportation #time control #weather control #x-men #fiction #prose #creative writing #debut 
London’s Burning - prologue

paulmeyerofficial:

He’s here. I can hear his mind, feel his heart, smell his sweat. The torrential rain would make anyone else blind and deaf, but I can see clear as day, and the drops might as well be silent. I turn another corner and his heartbeat speeds up. He’s seen me. He starts running, and I can hear the thudding footsteps, so I follow the noise, thankful for my padded, silent trainers. As I leave the cover of the multi-story car park and enter the alleyways, an intense wind picks up, as I half expected it would. It slows me down, and I know for a fact that it’s my target’s fault, but I also know that it’s the only weapon or defence he has against me.


The temperature suddenly drops, as if I’d run into a freezer. The rain freezes, and hail stings my face and hands. A particularly sharp hailstone cuts into my cheek, and I feel warm blood flow before the wound seals itself up; I take my concentration of my target slightly to create a field of warmth just in front of me, which turns the hail back into rain. I allow myself a small smile, and speed up.


My target’s taking a lot of sharp turns in the back streets, obviously trying to lose me and keep out of the public eye. He’s got no chance, especially when I can phase through obstacles and sections of wall - I could teleport in front of him, but I can’t guarantee there’d be enough space at this speed, and, besides, that’d take the fun away. I almost pity him, but then I remember why I’m chasing him, and I have only three things on my mind: Hate, for the fact that he’s one of Seth’s followers, determination, for the information I’ll be able to get out of him, and greed, because I know that when I catch up with him, I can learn his power. Weather control. The scope of that one is enormous. Normally, powers are centred on one person, or are small scale, but being able to change the weather has enormous potential.


He takes another left turn, and we’re both abruptly faced with a refuse area. There’s only one entrance, and I’m stood in it. My target whips round. I can see the fear on his rain-drenched, strained, pale face. He hunches over, taking fast, deep breaths, and I’ve barely broken a sweat. My only regret is that I have yet to finish my mind reading lessons with Harmet, else I would have took the information I wanted ages ago. I’d have probably still located him for the power though, so that point is moot.


“Who are you?” he asks.


“I’m sure you can guess,” I answer. He shivers, and whether from cold or fear I don’t know, but I do know that he’s definitely recognised me, so I start interrogating, “You’re with Seth. Why?”


 “Because he promised me the world. He took me in when no-one else would. And,” he pauses, and smirks at me, despite the situation, “he’s far more powerful than you’ll ever be.”


He takes something out of his pocket, and puts it towards his mouth, saying, “You think I’m going to tell you all about him, don’t you? His plans, his location, his routine? I’m not, and there’s nothing you can do to make me. You have no idea what you’re doing!” and with that he puts what I can now see is a pill into his mouth and chews.


“No!” I shout, and launch myself at him. Even slowing down time to almost a crawl and mentally pulling him towards me I’m too late; I see the froth around his mouth. He’s not quite dead yet, though, and when I hold him I feel the warmth of his power engulf my mind. I try to heal him, feeding my energy into his body, willing the poison out of his system, but its already taken too much of a hold; despite my power, I can do nothing to help him, save prolong his pain. Even travelling back in time a couple of minutes would create a paradox, trying to stop the event that led me to travel back. I look down at his dying body, letting time resume its normal flow. The rain continues to fall on both of us as I watch the life leave his eyes.


“I’m sorry. Rest in peace.” I close his eyelids, lay him down and stand up. The rain is still thundering down, but with a wave of my hand I usher in a clear, windless sky, and revel at the ease at which it happens. I’m getting better at picking powers up. I step out of the refuse area, and silently walk home.
 
I’m in my house. I take out my paper pads. I fill in the events of today into the first empty page, then turn back to the start, and read:
 
I’m writing these pages as a record, so if I ever die or lose my mind, the latter being more likely, there will be something left over, and I ask that whoever finds these books publishes them, so that the world can know how humanity gets torn apart. I realise that releasing them before the events written here happen will probably do something irrevocably bad, but the world has to know. Maybe if someone discovers these in time, humanity can be saved. Now that the formalities are out of the way, I’ll start at the beginning, and may or may not finish with the end, depending on how long I last.
My name is Paul Meyer, and, as cliche as it sounds, this is my story.

____________________

Ok, so that was the prologue to a new book I’m working on, which will hopefully lead onto a massive series for which I have SO MANY ideas bouncing around in my head, although I haven’t settled on a name yet, which I should probably do soon. If I can get them into order and onto paper (or laptop screen, rather), then it could be pretty awesome. It’s basically inspired by things like Heroes and X-men and Misfits, and I wanted to create something that’s big and superhero-y and everything that’s ever seemed awesome to me, but also believable; the main difference between this and every other superhero thing out there is that I’m going to treat powers no differently to diseases and genetic mutations like heterochromia. No ‘x-gene’, no storm, just random mutations that eventually lead to things as advanced as the powers depicted in the above excerpt.

As with my music, I would love any and all feedback, whether positive or negative, and I’m gonna keep posting stuff about it here, so if you like this, then feel free to let me know (or if you don’t like it, let me know why), follow me and tell all your friends :D

Andy

So yeah, here’s the intro I was telling you guys about :3 feel free to tell me you hate it, but say why as well, cheers :D

2 years ago
#pandemmic #book #novel #fiction #creative writing #london's burning #paul meyer 
If I said I wanted to write a superhero book

Kind of like a British, more realistic version of Heroes, where powers aren’t, genetically, any different to hereditary diseases, and then added that I’d just finished an action-filled prologue and was willing to upload it for reviews and stuff. What would be your response?

2 years ago
#OPINIONS PEOPLE #PandEmmic #Paul Meyer #book #british #evolution #feedback #genetics #heroes #novel #prologue #reviews #superhero #superheroes #superpowers #cool #realistic #comic book #graphic novel #words #text #literature