Writer Practice (Beginning book exert)

The absents of life was evident as I looked down at the shell of the human, the crops. I stood in the timeless black hole looking down at the withered and slowly decaying body. The body of a man who had passed, no emotions connected to the death sentence that had accrued. There need not be any emotions of grief or pain, except rejoice of the continuance of the journey. How I see it is death is the beginning of life and life is the beginning of death. Each is its own cycle two which there is a beginning but never an end.

 My job here was done.

 

~*~

“Harper!”

Rachel came stomping in-between the empty corridors of the second dimensional reality. The heat of her emotions was needless and distracting. I could feel the steam seeping off her before she even walked through my conscious mind in the second realm. Her presence was rather damning even before she crossed the stone arch way from labyrinth. Amazed she was able to see straight in the second dimension due to the emotional override from anger, I awaited her arrival.

One should know second dimension is a black void and in order to see the lightest bit one must not let emotion control you. For peace with in our souls will light the way down the path to clarity. The second dimension known as Ruth was connected by cobbled sidewalks, paths that lead into many directions, some to nowhere at all. In Ruth there is no sound, smell, and it was almost impossible to see clearly due to the lack of light. An outsider would be lost and likely never found do to the disorientation. Although, they may be driving to madness through the sensory deprivation, their thoughts consuming them emotional take over, fears would set it. Their time here would also be never be never ending.  It is eerie, I grant you, but this is home.

 The second realm consists of me and a few other reapers, each person had their own realm within into the second dimension, each tailored to their needs. My realm is also personally customized, not necessarily how I want but what I need. Today, or should I say at this moment(time isn’t relevant here) I was graced in to be in lightly wooded area, surrounding me as was the essence of new life. Fresh grass burst through the dusting of snow, yellow and purple flowers came forth into the gloomy sky bringing a sweet smell of honey into the air. A gray haze covered the landscape light and up lifting light and free. The land was covered with the whispers. [1] The statues of the fae (Fairies) stood tall in there essence guiding and watching over me and my endeavors. I was in a peaceful safe haven that was about to be intruded on by Rachel.

Rachel’s tall thin fame morphed through the doorway.