To all those reading this blog, this is a continuous book until the story has ended. I first wrote some of this and dreamt of this book when I was 16 years old. I added some things since.
In my imagination there is a world which I have only written one page of in a dusty notebook and it deserves to beshared where maybe just one person may see the world that I sometime see a glimpse of. And not trapped in my head, its getting a tad cramped in there.
Published or not, and correct grammer I am sure to be put aside time to time, please indulge the ramblings of this odd writer.
I hope you enjoy the tale of Braxton Flemming and the one whom he loves.
THE LEGENDANDARY ONES
The Saga of Braxton Flemming
By Christina Cudworth
Published or not, and correct grammer I am sure to be put aside time to time, please indulge the ramblings of this odd writer.
I hope you enjoy the tale of Braxton Flemming and the one whom he loves.
THE LEGENDANDARY ONES
The Saga of Braxton Flemming
By Christina Cudworth
CHAPTER I
"Augh!" his mind shrank at the thought of the cold creeping under the fortress of warmth his comforter provided. Not just the sleep that clung in the waking moments, but the dread of an icy wood floor. He had little money for a luxury called heat. And well into a year of proving a theory or at least the engineering part, costs everything in grants, nothing for the lump of coal that this pauper needed.
Braxton Flemming Physicist/Engineer, had a good ring to it. A Masters Degree in Physics, and a lot of sleepless nights brought him here to this place. More of a think tank, this place would help secure grants for research for much bigger visions. He had some interesting offers already from government entities wanting to use the technology for travel, and other related interests.
Braxton Flemming Physicist/Engineer, had a good ring to it. A Masters Degree in Physics, and a lot of sleepless nights brought him here to this place. More of a think tank, this place would help secure grants for research for much bigger visions. He had some interesting offers already from government entities wanting to use the technology for travel, and other related interests.
He and Elaina were pitching this huge monstrosity of a project for a bigger test run than just today. Ah, Elaina. she was the other half of the equation, so to speak. Right here, in this Euoropean countryside, it seemed perfect, serene and miles from population, so that if they did blow something up with this monsterous machine nothing would happen.
Elaina was just one of many who would test this machine with him, but she was the most instrumental part, of his life.
He padded across the floor to the bathroom, the morning ritual of teeth and the shave as he peered through the fogged up mirror, he looked at the box perched on the edge of the sink. Today she would see it, his intentions, his fears and hopefully a triumph. She might say yes.
His hazel eyes looked intently at the reflection of this person in the mirror, every strand of jet black hair forced into place and one insistant strand draping to the left no matter what he did.
He squinted, and looked one more time somewhat satisfied in his now completed appearance.
A handsome man by all accounts, but inwardly focused on his intrests only. Very few entered this mans world. He saw the line in his mind, where he must go, what must happen from day to day. Ordered, and unthreatening. He did not fuss about others. It was just that his own grasp on the world keeping him tethered here were the demands of his mind that outwieghed his whims. But Elaine, she was different, vibraint, elusive, she ebbed into his island. He did not mind her intrusion, she was a welcome addition to the warm shores of his protected orderly world, and worth the risk. The odd thing was, he considered to himself, was that she loved him.
The bitter cold, ice clinging to everything even the marrow of one's bones. Braxton shrunk his neck into his heavy back coat to stave off the harsh wind tracing around his warmth and killing it. His hands shoved into his pockets, one gloved hand toying with the ring box.
The car sat frozen to the street with icicles gripping the door, and he would have to climb in through the passenger side, as usual, the door handle not only broke but was frozen tight.
Tripping, falling, re-arranging his legs in the cramped quarters, he then started the car. He drove minutes through a gate, to the enourmous facility built 100 m. underground.
The main facility was not a secret, the finest minds were here to prove various particles exist, and what would happen if you throw them at each other. That and argue who may or may not create black holes that collapse on themselves. 26 659 m. of machine, solid living machine. stories of it and some monumental portions hidden from public scrutiny. He was using some of the discoveries for energy use for the project he and Elaine developed. Today was a big test run. What better day to ask her?
His hard hat on his head, and a lab coat draped over him, he took a small vehicle through the massive tunnels and after 30 minutes of travel he had reached his personal lab, with Elaine bent over poking at a wire and pointing to an assistant to fix it. "You're Late!" she grimaced and slapped a clipboard into his chest. Her blue eyes flared. "It appears she is not pleased." he teased. "This is serious! One year of begging and meetings and-and, rubbish from every high brow with funding to get to this day, and yoooou! You are late!" his heart smiled, he knew what he had in store would melt her fluster. But yes, she was right, the test must happen now.
Everything was humming loudly, the power had a supreme essence that bathed the room. She directed him to take the floor below, one story down he was to monitor the particulars of the machine, the particles reactions would be monitored by Elaine and others. A great discovery, folding space in theory could not be done, would faster than light travel be discovered through this? The building turned blue and heaved.
Metal groaned things snapped, he wasn't even a flight downstairs let alone a full story. Something was wrong. Blue light encased Elaine, she got brighter, and was gone. As he saw the blue light shrink he new it would be gone, this death, this place, this uncertainty would be gone in seconds. He counted as he ran, into the uncertainty, 5......4........3.........2.
Suddenly he was falling, correction he was plummeting. He fell at such a velocity he could only hear wind and count the rediculous amount of time it took to fall. Loud thunder, hard rain and then he landed with a thud. thick mud engulfed him he pulled hard as his body was lodged under a massive amount of thick mud. He couldn't breathe, he struggled his lungs felt the deperate cry for air. He pushed and struggled against the entrapment and surfaced exhausted. No light shone, just flashes of his surrounding as the lightening cracked around him. He saw a gigantic tree with a small hollow. His body burned and ached, whatever had happened in the lab, he now had more pain in his body than he had ever experienced in his entire lifetime all at once. "Perhaps it was the fall...", he thought to himself weakly. Dragging himself under the tree and into the hollowed part he had little respite from the storm which raged. It was 8am when the lab accident happened, and it was snow laden outside. Had the lab been obliteraited? His head throbbed, his heart shrank and painged at the thought of his last glimpse of Elaine reaching out to him in horror. As exhaustion forced him to sleep, he was sure he had seen the death of one he loved so deeply.
He padded across the floor to the bathroom, the morning ritual of teeth and the shave as he peered through the fogged up mirror, he looked at the box perched on the edge of the sink. Today she would see it, his intentions, his fears and hopefully a triumph. She might say yes.
His hazel eyes looked intently at the reflection of this person in the mirror, every strand of jet black hair forced into place and one insistant strand draping to the left no matter what he did.
He squinted, and looked one more time somewhat satisfied in his now completed appearance.
A handsome man by all accounts, but inwardly focused on his intrests only. Very few entered this mans world. He saw the line in his mind, where he must go, what must happen from day to day. Ordered, and unthreatening. He did not fuss about others. It was just that his own grasp on the world keeping him tethered here were the demands of his mind that outwieghed his whims. But Elaine, she was different, vibraint, elusive, she ebbed into his island. He did not mind her intrusion, she was a welcome addition to the warm shores of his protected orderly world, and worth the risk. The odd thing was, he considered to himself, was that she loved him.
The bitter cold, ice clinging to everything even the marrow of one's bones. Braxton shrunk his neck into his heavy back coat to stave off the harsh wind tracing around his warmth and killing it. His hands shoved into his pockets, one gloved hand toying with the ring box.
The car sat frozen to the street with icicles gripping the door, and he would have to climb in through the passenger side, as usual, the door handle not only broke but was frozen tight.
Tripping, falling, re-arranging his legs in the cramped quarters, he then started the car. He drove minutes through a gate, to the enourmous facility built 100 m. underground.
The main facility was not a secret, the finest minds were here to prove various particles exist, and what would happen if you throw them at each other. That and argue who may or may not create black holes that collapse on themselves. 26 659 m. of machine, solid living machine. stories of it and some monumental portions hidden from public scrutiny. He was using some of the discoveries for energy use for the project he and Elaine developed. Today was a big test run. What better day to ask her?
His hard hat on his head, and a lab coat draped over him, he took a small vehicle through the massive tunnels and after 30 minutes of travel he had reached his personal lab, with Elaine bent over poking at a wire and pointing to an assistant to fix it. "You're Late!" she grimaced and slapped a clipboard into his chest. Her blue eyes flared. "It appears she is not pleased." he teased. "This is serious! One year of begging and meetings and-and, rubbish from every high brow with funding to get to this day, and yoooou! You are late!" his heart smiled, he knew what he had in store would melt her fluster. But yes, she was right, the test must happen now.
Everything was humming loudly, the power had a supreme essence that bathed the room. She directed him to take the floor below, one story down he was to monitor the particulars of the machine, the particles reactions would be monitored by Elaine and others. A great discovery, folding space in theory could not be done, would faster than light travel be discovered through this? The building turned blue and heaved.
Metal groaned things snapped, he wasn't even a flight downstairs let alone a full story. Something was wrong. Blue light encased Elaine, she got brighter, and was gone. As he saw the blue light shrink he new it would be gone, this death, this place, this uncertainty would be gone in seconds. He counted as he ran, into the uncertainty, 5......4........3.........2.
Suddenly he was falling, correction he was plummeting. He fell at such a velocity he could only hear wind and count the rediculous amount of time it took to fall. Loud thunder, hard rain and then he landed with a thud. thick mud engulfed him he pulled hard as his body was lodged under a massive amount of thick mud. He couldn't breathe, he struggled his lungs felt the deperate cry for air. He pushed and struggled against the entrapment and surfaced exhausted. No light shone, just flashes of his surrounding as the lightening cracked around him. He saw a gigantic tree with a small hollow. His body burned and ached, whatever had happened in the lab, he now had more pain in his body than he had ever experienced in his entire lifetime all at once. "Perhaps it was the fall...", he thought to himself weakly. Dragging himself under the tree and into the hollowed part he had little respite from the storm which raged. It was 8am when the lab accident happened, and it was snow laden outside. Had the lab been obliteraited? His head throbbed, his heart shrank and painged at the thought of his last glimpse of Elaine reaching out to him in horror. As exhaustion forced him to sleep, he was sure he had seen the death of one he loved so deeply.
Good beginning. I love si-fi books. A little confusing around the lab explosion but an easy fix. I can't wait for the next installment
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