I'm on a roll people!

So I figured out that I like this story so I'm going to continue it until I run out of stuff.

He dragged his slain deer back to his cave and began to start a fire; he piled sticks upon the ashes of his previous fires and closed his eyes. Instantly flames leapt to life within the sticks, he opened his eyes and rolled the deer onto the fire. He sat below one of the trees that formed a half circle around his campsite and opened the only book that still remained for the great library he had once managed. In the library there had been a plethora of books on various topics from the history of man to the intricacies of magic. He had of course read most of them. The one he held in his hands was the only remaining book from those times before the world had regressed to its current state, the book he held was the last book on time magic which was even speculative during his time. He opened the book once again and began to read.

Another step in the correct direction

I liked this character so I decided to continue his story, who knows I may make this a recurring character.

Once again he dreamt of the maze, an endless maze with no entrance or exit and lined with all the books he could ever read. The man wandered the twisting passages reading books until he awoke. Outside of his cave the storm still raged however the people were silent. He smiled, closed his eyes and fell back into the maze of his mind. He found the book he was reading about storms, the page was still marked from when he threw it across the hall in anger over the fact that he couldn’t understand it, this, like all things, had been overcome. He reopened the book to where he had stopped reading and round where the passage about calming the storm began. He began to read and slowly the area around him became a forest clearing for him to practice this new ability. Over and over he tried and failed, over and over he was struck by a bolt of lightning or consumed by a forest fire until eventually he calmed the storm. Silence greeted him as he awoke, when he stepped out from his cave he saw the destruction his storm had brought to the area. His smile faded as he looked ahead and saw most of the village gone, he would morn their passing once he had eaten his morning meal.

Getting started

So I thought of this after I changed my Gmail picture to a picture of lightning, I hope you enjoy it.

The old man danced along the shore of the lake as bolt after terrible bolt of lightning came crashing down upon the water. He reveled in the thought that he had done this with simple chanting and strength of will. The lightning crashed again and again, he could hear the cries of the townspeople from across the lake. He did not care what happened to them, he only cared about what he had created. After a moment all joy left him for he realized that no one would know it was him who had called upon this storm and it would just be blamed upon nature. He walked slowly back to his cave, curled up, and went to sleep.

Lets try this again

Alright, I'm doing this whole blog thing again. It didn't work to well the first time around but this time I'm going to be more strict with what I put on it. This blog is for all the little phrases I come up with during the week and the stories that go with or without them. Lets have this first post contain the first memorable phrase I came up with.

"In a world of shattered dreams it is those that cling to the fragments that we must follow"