Ah yes, it's been a great day so far. A lot of editing stuff and silly things in between to loosen up the braincells. Although I went snow blind once or twice today, which was kind of worrying but yeah... all back to normal now.
As for today's story time I decided on a re-post of something that's been out a while now on this blog. Yes, you read that right - a re-post. As I had announced on Tuesday, the prologue of 'Heavy Silence' went through a lot of change and therefore I can justify posting it again.
'Heavy Silence' is supposed to find its home amongst the horror/angst genre one day once its finished. The re-done prologue is now tending a bit more towards the horror aspect with less of the personal whining and drama the first version incorporated.
So without further ado - enjoy.
*~*
Welcome to my funeral.
Ich sitze hier bei meiner Wacht,
Kalt grüßte mich die dunkle Nacht.
Ich sitze hier in Einsamkeit,
Keine Seele weit und breit.
Everybody is only waiting for my next confession.
Ich vergieße keine Träne,
Keine Heiße, keine Kalte.
So verkünd ich doch kein Geräusch.
So bin ich doch einer mit von euch.
And even though the point where I would eventually break and spill it all had already passed ever so often...
Jeder schlaue Mann schon schläft,
Jede fromme Frau schon ruht.
Und doch gibt es der Streuner viele,
Als es manchem Herz gefiehle.
They just wouldn’t believe me.
Die Einsamkeit lässt Trauer schlagen,
Viele Stimmen klagen, klagen.
Und will ich doch so weg von euch,
So bin ich doch ein Teil von euch.
They couldn’t.
Die Schatten wallen weiterhin
Bewegen sich von Haus zu Haus.
Löschen alle Lichter aus.
Die Dunkelheit zieht ein.
Countless times already and yet countless times more to come – the questions continued.
Mein Herz ist warm und doch so kalt,
Meine Seele schwitzt und friert.
Sollen sie doch Ruhe geben,
So bin ich doch ein Teil von euch.
Would the voices ever quiet down?
Der Morgen naht, der Schatten schwindet
Die Sonne gar sehr gräßlich findet
Bringt doch Licht mit in das Haus
Und treibt die Schatten alle aus.
Or could they even?
Nein die Sonne war es nicht
Die Licht in diesen Schatten bricht,
Nur meine einsam Laterne funkelt wie ein Sterne,
So bin ich doch ein Teil von euch.
Whatever this darkness surrounding me might have been, whatever might have brought it into existence...
Groß und Klein, Dick und Dürr,
Auch gar manch wohlgeformt Gestalt
Streifen durch die Dunkelheit,
Im Kampf mit einem Sinn.
It is stalking me, the trail of blood left clearly visible in its wake.
Wirke gar verloren sein
Blick ich in mein Herz hinein
Und erblicke dort dein Bild,
So bin ich doch ein Teil von euch.
Alternating this frail reality I was so desperately clinging to, it kept lurking close by no matter where I would run to.
Der Sehnsucht langer Atemzug
Vergeblich neue Opfer sucht
Der Hunger dieser Einsamkeit
Wurd jüngst erst erneut befreit.
Looming from overhead, relentless and dangerous it never faded, never ceased.
Und kämpf ich doch dagegen an
So bin ich doch sein Untertan
Das Gefühl ist doch zu stark für mich,
So bin ich doch ein Teil von euch.
How could this be?
Die Sehnsucht frisst die Seele auf,
Saugt dir deine Wärme aus
Macht dich zum Schatten gar
Glück im Kampfe rar.
Or... did it even matter anymore?
Seh ich doch die Hoffnung schwinden
Wie sich alle Schatten winden.
Kämpfe nochmal dagegen an.
So bin ich doch ein Teil von euch.
I quickly succumbed to my depression; sank into it – it was only natural.
Die Willen brechen.
Die Herzen sprechen.
Die Schatten schaudern.
Die Geister plaudern.
Addiction following up swiftly, it took everything away from me – one by one.
Nun vergieße ich die Tränen doch
Ohne Reue immerfort.
Möge doch das Licht zergehn!
So bin ich doch ein Teil von euch.
And still they were wrong to judge me so hastily.
Die Nacht ist düster weiterhin,
Die Winde ihre Lieder sing’n.
Der Verzweiflung letzte Stuf,'
Wie sie diese Schatten schuf.
The police did not understand anything at all as they insisted to keep on feeding me stories of my own innocence.
Der Hoffnung gibt es keine.
Der Lösung jedoch eine.
So hab ich doch dein Bild erseh'n.
So bin ich doch Kein Teil von euch.
Yet what still nobody knows...
I did kill her...
*~*
There you have it. It still has the alternating languages, with the poem in between the lines of the actual prologue. I can tell as much that the German will be incorporated into each starting page of chapter and that it will have a certain relevance for the story itself, which may or may not be referenced throughout the text.
None of these things are set in stone yet, of course and therefore may be subject to change at some point - if at all.
Also, as I had mentioned with the first post of this prologue. I will be offering an English transcription for the poem as footnotes with the actual text, but I will hold off that for right now, hoping you'll be able to live without that for just a while longer.
As always, thanks for reading and I hope you'll have a great weekend.
Marc, _______________________
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Mar 16, 2012
Nov 29, 2011
[SUM] - Man's not really supposed to be flying
What sounds like a campaign against larger flight companies or well... flying in general is but a little hint on what I'll be working on as the year slowly draws to an end.
Anyways... the Skyrim mania slowly leaves my mind and body behind... after completing the main quest, reaching level 52 (of 81) with my main character and forging a weapon, something nice and to my liking, suiting myself better than those pitiful presents the daedric princes left me with.
But now I feel the urge to focus on a few, well..., more important things again... But it sure was a hell of a time! I so love the snow storms in that game.
But back to what I wanted to talk about... I'm currently trying to get into 'Fool's Flight' at the moment. Just got done writing my prologue for it, or well... the thingy that I want to call prologue. Let's just say it's not your average opening for a story, though I'm pretty sure somebody, sometime, somewhere already did a thing like that... After all, it's always like that. Or well, at least most of the time.
I also edited a few things on the first 5 'intervals' that I already wrote during my summer holiday, giving them a nice little overhaul.
For clarification means - an interval in this story will basically be what you'd normally call a 'chapter', but then again not really.
I can tell you this much: there will most likely be 14 intervals all together (plus one prologue and maybe something similar to an epilogue) and one interval is - you surely guessed it - a means of measuring a certain amount of time that passes/has passed.
I'll try to loosen the whole chapter concept up a bit after the straight forward 20 chapters plus the prologue of Loner's Peak. Yeah... I'm full of wonky ideas like that.
But for now... you should just look at them as chapters, though their length should vary considerably. As time and my work on this project progresses I will probably come back to this and clarify a few things concerning the whole topic.
Come to think of it. Loner's Peak will not have what you'd call an Epilogue (I'm not sure if I ever referred to it as that), despite my personal cravings for such things... BUT I plan on having a little tidbit at the end, a one-page thingy giving a bit of additional inside... for those able to read it. It's nothing mandatory and won't give any info on stuff you don't get from just reading the story but I think it's a nice addition to it.
I'll try to get something of a page up for Fool's Flight during the next week or so, or... come to think of it. There already is a link to said page at the very end of the Loner's Peak page... feel free to check that out - but don't expect too much just now. But it should at least make clear why I chose this headline.
The writing-stuff commences once more.
And just to have it said at least once. I'm not sure what I'll post of the things I've written so far, if anything at all (at least right now)... It's kinda hard not to spoil anything, it being the second part of the series and all. Though I'm rather sure I'll find something.
But that's all for today... Now I got to rest a bit as I'm feeling like something's growing on me. I don't really want to be sick so... yeah... better take it slow for a day or two. Maybe drink a whisky or something like that.
As always, thanks for reading.
Marc, Probably-soon-without-the-cough-again
Anyways... the Skyrim mania slowly leaves my mind and body behind... after completing the main quest, reaching level 52 (of 81) with my main character and forging a weapon, something nice and to my liking, suiting myself better than those pitiful presents the daedric princes left me with.
But now I feel the urge to focus on a few, well..., more important things again... But it sure was a hell of a time! I so love the snow storms in that game.
But back to what I wanted to talk about... I'm currently trying to get into 'Fool's Flight' at the moment. Just got done writing my prologue for it, or well... the thingy that I want to call prologue. Let's just say it's not your average opening for a story, though I'm pretty sure somebody, sometime, somewhere already did a thing like that... After all, it's always like that. Or well, at least most of the time.
I also edited a few things on the first 5 'intervals' that I already wrote during my summer holiday, giving them a nice little overhaul.
For clarification means - an interval in this story will basically be what you'd normally call a 'chapter', but then again not really.
I can tell you this much: there will most likely be 14 intervals all together (plus one prologue and maybe something similar to an epilogue) and one interval is - you surely guessed it - a means of measuring a certain amount of time that passes/has passed.
I'll try to loosen the whole chapter concept up a bit after the straight forward 20 chapters plus the prologue of Loner's Peak. Yeah... I'm full of wonky ideas like that.
But for now... you should just look at them as chapters, though their length should vary considerably. As time and my work on this project progresses I will probably come back to this and clarify a few things concerning the whole topic.
Come to think of it. Loner's Peak will not have what you'd call an Epilogue (I'm not sure if I ever referred to it as that), despite my personal cravings for such things... BUT I plan on having a little tidbit at the end, a one-page thingy giving a bit of additional inside... for those able to read it. It's nothing mandatory and won't give any info on stuff you don't get from just reading the story but I think it's a nice addition to it.
I'll try to get something of a page up for Fool's Flight during the next week or so, or... come to think of it. There already is a link to said page at the very end of the Loner's Peak page... feel free to check that out - but don't expect too much just now. But it should at least make clear why I chose this headline.
The writing-stuff commences once more.
And just to have it said at least once. I'm not sure what I'll post of the things I've written so far, if anything at all (at least right now)... It's kinda hard not to spoil anything, it being the second part of the series and all. Though I'm rather sure I'll find something.
But that's all for today... Now I got to rest a bit as I'm feeling like something's growing on me. I don't really want to be sick so... yeah... better take it slow for a day or two. Maybe drink a whisky or something like that.
As always, thanks for reading.
Marc, Probably-soon-without-the-cough-again
Aug 15, 2011
Headaches included free of additional charge...
The following text could be called an experiment.
I currently plan on using this as a prologue to one of my upcoming stories. Still it's just a rough idea at this point in time.
Admittedly it's not exactly an easy read, but yeah... gotta try going somewhat different (difficult) ways, right?
(I know, I know... I'll prepare for my stoning ... wouldn't want to be unprepared for that, wouldn't we?)
Updated Version and without the out-of-date title available here: *click*
*~*
Nightingale
*~*
Messing around with two different languages is kind of fun... at least when you know both...
(I'll break with my actual plans and offer a rough translation for the poem at some point.)
As always thanks for reading,
Marc, fighting with fate
P.S.: Dear diary,
Today I patted a unicorn.
I currently plan on using this as a prologue to one of my upcoming stories. Still it's just a rough idea at this point in time.
Admittedly it's not exactly an easy read, but yeah... gotta try going somewhat different (difficult) ways, right?
(I know, I know... I'll prepare for my stoning ... wouldn't want to be unprepared for that, wouldn't we?)
Updated Version and without the out-of-date title available here: *click*
*~*
Nightingale
Welcome to my funeral.
Ich sitze hier bei meiner Wacht,
Kalt grüßte mich die die dunkle Nacht.
Ich sitze hier in Einsamkeit
Keine Seele weit und breit.
Everybody’s only waiting for my confession.
Ich vergieße kein Träne,
Keine Heiße, keine Kalte.
So verkünd ich doch kein Geräusch.
So bin ich doch einer mit von euch.
It’s the sudden end of my honesty.
Jeder schlaue Mann schon schläft,
jede fromme Frau schon ruht.
Und doch gibt es der Streuner viele,
Als es manchem Herz gefiehle.
Innocence abruptly torn apart and tainted with blood.
Die Einsamkeit lässt Trauer schlagen
Viele Stimmen klagen, klagen.
Und will ich doch so weg von euch,
So bin ich doch ein Teil von euch.
Left alone by the one you used to love.
Die Schatten wallen weiterhin
Bewegen sich von Haus zu Haus
Löschen alle Lichter aus.
Die Dunkelheit zieht ein.
Even my family’s turning their backs...
Mein Herz ist warm und doch so kalt,
Meine Seele schwitzt und friert.
Sollen sie doch Ruhe geben,
So bin ich doch ein Teil von euch.
No more money.
Der Morgen naht, der Schatten schwindet
Die Sonne gar sehr gräßlich findet
Bringt doch Licht mit ins Haus
Und treibt die Schatten alle aus.
Not even a place to stay for the night.
Nein die Sonne war es nicht
Die Licht in diesen Schatten bricht
Nur meine einsam Laterne funkelt wie ein Sterne,
So bin ich doch ein Teil von euch.
Everything is dark and cold when you’re alone.
Groß und Klein, Dick und Dürr,
Auch gar manch wohlgeformt Gestalt
Streifen durch die Dunkelheit,
Im Kampf mit einem Sinn.
Above all I’m charged with murder.
Wirke gar verloren sein
Blick ich in mein Herz hinein
Und erblicke dort dein Bild,
So bin ich doch ein Teil von euch.
Life as it was used to be is corroding away before my eyes.
Der Sehnsucht langer Atemzug
Vergeblich neue Opfer sucht
Der Hunger dieser Einsamkeit
Wurd jüngst erst erneut befreit.
And still my thoughts are with you.
Und kämpf ich doch dagegen an
So bin ich doch sein Untertan
Das gefühl ist doch zu stark für mich,
So bin ich doch ein Teil von euch.
I didn’t mean to get dragged into this.
Die Sehnsucht frisst die Seele auf,
Saugt dir deine Wärme aus
Macht dich zum Schatten gar
Glück im Kampfe rar.
Downhill is always a steep and slippery road to travel.
Seh ich doch die Hoffnung schwinden
Wie sich alle Schatten winden.
Kämpfe nochmal dagegen an.
So bin ich doch ein Teil von euch.
Please! Help me!
Die Willen brechen
Die Herzen sprechen
Die Schatten schaudern
Die Geister plaudern
But you won’t.
Nun vergieße ich die Tränen doch
Ohne Reue immerfort.
Möge doch das Licht zergehn!
So bin ich doch ein Teil von euch.
Not after what had happened.
Die Nacht ist düster weiterhin,
Die Winde ihre Lieder sing’n.
Der Verzweiflung letzte Stuf,'
Wie sie diese Schatten schuf.
Though even the police thinks I’m not capable of such a thing.
Der Hoffnung gibt es keine.
Der Lösung jedoch eine.
So hab ich doch dein Bild erseh'n.
So bin ich doch Kein Teil von euch.
Yet what nobody knows...
I did kill her...
*~*
Messing around with two different languages is kind of fun... at least when you know both...
(I'll break with my actual plans and offer a rough translation for the poem at some point.)
As always thanks for reading,
Marc, fighting with fate
P.S.: Dear diary,
Today I patted a unicorn.
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