This is the first two chapters of my book.... which I also posted before the site went bugefuegrioufgeourfveuorfoueg............. lets try this again lol. Whispered on the wind Chapter i: Prologue There is an old saying that states “the best and most beautiful blossom of a cherry tree is always the last one to bloom†I hope that rings true for people to, or I’m pretty much screwed. I’ve never been a special child; I was the kid you forgot to invite to parties, not because you didn’t like me just because I didn’t stand out much. They say a phoenix rises from the ashes but the problem with that is there actually needs to be a fire first…That person just happens to be me, un-special, if that was a word. Welcome to Dixana, a city suspended in the air above the world below. Just how the city manages to float is a mystery to everyone, to be fair scientists have given up trying to find out, nothing makes sense. Dixana has three main cites: Donoir in the North, the city of the dark mists (an ironic name it’s actually one of the brightest and flower covered cities in Dixana), next is Amphaloom in the east also know as the windmill city and lastly is Damhow in the south this city is known for its great population of animal life and trees. The west however is barren, I haven’t actually been there myself but according to my geography lessons that is what it is. My name is Aero, as you can probably guess I live in Amphaloom, well actually I live in a small village outside Amphaloom called Gull. It’s not a big village but we are number one for power generation, our wind turbines are positioned on ether side of the valley were our village is based and catch the most wind possible. Chapter one: A day in the life at the turbines The view from the bedroom window was the same as normal, the same old brick and wood houses positioned in random places around the foot of the same valley. In the distance the same typical countryside view, three fields hilled so they appear to overlap each other one a deep dead-leaf green, the second was a slight brown and the closest field in view was just behind the farthest house was a light yellowy-green the same colour leaves go when it’s just hit autumn and they are in the mitts of changing. The only unique view was the clouds in the sky because one in particular was very closely shaped like a bin Aero kept close to his bed. By this view he knew it would be a normal day in there little village. The day was unseasonable cold so getting out of bed was a chore but after fighting the urge to lie in bed he ventured downstairs to begin the day. His pot was lying where he left it so after filling it with water from the tap and putting it to boil as Aero got dressed. Today was a Monday so it was work cloths, the dark brown jumpsuit of a turbine maintenance worker. He had just finished adorning his jumpsuit when the kettle started whistling. Pouring himself a tea Aero ventured outside his home ready for work. The sight of a man wilding a cup of tea would have turned a few heads in any other village. But not Gull. You see Aero did this every day, the same routine the same job everything was as normal. Aero worked at Gull’s Turbine maintenance and repair offices (G.T.M.R.O), there were four main maintenance workers including Aero. The youngest of these workers was a man by the name of T.V a slender, 19 year old, green eyed man with long black hair; his real name was actually Vince. He got the name when he started work at the G.T.M.R.O. He was caught stealing and as a punishment the village sent him to work at G.T.M.R.O, he fell in love with the job and was given the name ‘thieving Vince’ or T.V. The next one was Aero he was 21, muscular and had short brown hair. He was well known in the village since his family helped set up the G.T.M.R.O. His team mate was a woman by the name of Pagan; she was 34 and the perfect vision of a woman. She was bright, with long blonde hair that seemed to shimmer in the light, only rivalled by her startling sky blue eyes. The oldest of the workers was a man by the name of Kris; he worked in the office and thus wasn’t as physically fit as the rest of the group. He was loud which helped when talking though the walkie-talkie’s at the rest of the group and he had a great sense of humour. Aero and the group worked on keeping the turbines that powered the village up and running, though today wasn’t going to be the normal day at work.
BUMP! Can I have an answer please? I wanna know if its worth me continuing to write this book! Some feedback would be greatly apresiated from ANYBODY! thanks
