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A note from Notlimah

First time writing and it is more a draft than a polished piece of prose.

If a very slow exploration of the character's system and the world they inhabit is not your idea of fun . . .

Maybe come back around Christmas time because it may very well take me that long to get to where you want them to be. If on the other hand, you have the patience to enjoy the journey please read on.

Thanks 

Notlimah

"I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten."

Nicholas Sparks

There was nothing ever particularly special about me. I led a relatively normal and ordinary life right up until my death. I have often woken up from sleeping and thought, "Am I still dreaming?" Often struggled to differentiate my dreams from reality. Woken up to be angry that I can no longer fly.

That’s how this moment of memory started for me.

. . .

I was on my way home after a long day of work. Dusk had fallen and the sky was turning when I hit the ice. I must have driven past the slow down sign 1000 times before and as usual, I did.

Hitting the brakes as I came up to the corner. Unfortunately, that is when I hit the ice. The car spun. Like the ice I froze, unable to move as the car careened out of control. Pushed into the side of the car I felt it shudder as it pressed through the barrier before flipping off the side of the road and over the side of the cliff. It was a long way down.

. . .

Drifting out of the depths of unconsciousness, I felt alone.

. . .

Tuntun, tuntun. I could feel my heartbeat as if I’m underwater.

. . .

Tuntun, tuntun. We all die alone, the thought came unprompted.

. . .

Tuntun, tuntun. But it turned out I’m not alone, Lub dub.

. . .

My heart was racing but it kept time with another.

. . .

Lub dub,

. . .

Tuntun, tuntun, tuntun,

. . .

Lub dub.

. . .

A heartbeat that was moving slower than mine but still they kept time together. Two beats to my six, still their speed rose and fell together.

. . .

Once more from the pit of oblivion I arose, with the thought "I think therefore I am."

. . .

tuntun, tuntun.

. . .

My heartbeat therefore I was alive, tuntun, tuntun, but I felt no pain

. . .

so . . . "Either I’m injured beyond belief . . . or I’m fine?" I thought to myself.

. . .

"Have I woken up from dreaming but still find myself unable to move?" I wondered.

. . .

"Was that what seemed to be happening here . . . " I speculated.

. . .

I just had to wait. I would either awake or fall back into nothingness.

. . .

Lub dub,

. . .

tuntun, tuntun, tuntun,

. . .

lub dub.

. . .

Slowly I swam up out of my stupor, I opened my eyes but all I could see was an orange glow. Waking to the warmth I found myself floating and without warning, I could hear now more than just a heartbeat. I was suddenly surrounded by sound. A humming filled my head. The notes rose and fell, the lullaby already unknowingly remembered, and soothed, I once more fell to sleep.

. . .

Ding. Sentience recognised. User interface enabled.

 

Level: 0
Experience: 0/100
Health: 10/10 Stamina: 0/1 Mana: 10/10

Vitality: 1
Endurance: 0
Strength: 0
Dexterity: 0
Senses: 0
Mind: 44
Clarity: 0
Magic: 1

Skills:

That’s was new.

. . .

Was I awake or . . . was I still dreaming?

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A note from Notlimah

First started reading online around 5 years ago. I started with The Wandering Inn recommended by one of my brothers. https://wanderinginn.com/2016/07/27/1-00/

Always enjoyed the random new skills and her progress in building a new life in a new world. 

This story will be very different to that but then I have read a lot more since then and building a different type of world in my head.


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Notlimah

Bio: Full time father, Full time job, First time aspiring author in any time left over.

"There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they’ll take you." Beatrix Potter

I don't know where my words will take me but I'm looking forward to finding out.

"If you don’t see the book you want on the shelf, write it." Beverly Cleary

I've always enjoyed reading and exploring other people's written worlds. Extrapolating where I might end up or how I would have taken a different path. Recently the fictions I follow have slowed down, wound up or I have caught up so filling the void with my own words rather than find another fiction or two to read.

Hope you enjoy and thank you for the support

Notlimah

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