It all began here, with a harmless little story from Addy.
You’ll have to dig around between Addy’s blog and mine for Chapters 1 to 11.
Now, it seems, he has an artist interested in illustrating our story. Steampunk rules!
Over to you, Addy!
Yes, it’s been a while. Here’s the next chapter in the steampunk-inspired epic started by your friend and mine, Addy.
It began here:
The links to all earlier chapters can be found from the link above.
Chapters 7 and 8 can be found here:
And it’s been bouncing between his blog and mine ever since. Enjoy.
Here it is. The last part and the conclusion. Parts I to VI are posted below. There’ve been quite a few readers and so, to the silent not-quite-masses, i hope you enjoyed.
Only one part more after this.
Parts I to IV below.
Parts I, II, & III are below this post.
I really enjoy watching a very basic idea take on a life of its own. It’s the greatest pleasure I get from writing; having new ideas pop up and take the story in directions I would never have planned if I concerned myself with story arcs, scenes, and all the technical correctness required if you write for money or the hope of money.
This story kept surprising me, and I can’t count the number of times I smiled as I finished one sentence only to have a new idea emerge that made the next sentence even more fun to write. I like this story.
The motivation initially came from two sources. Addy is writing a mythical world-building story that I really enjoy, and in recent news the Queen’s Guard in England had yet another run-in with an incredibly ignorant tourist.
I took the basic ideas of both of the above, in that this story is set in an alternative reality and involves the Queen’s Guard. As it progressed, the story became something else entirely, so I let it be what it wanted to be. Readers of some of my other stuff know that I like to hurt my heroes. A lot. In this story, there are several heroes and I hurt them all catastrophically.
My apologies in advance to my friends, who are characters in this story. I belted the shit out of all of you. This one’s for you.
Gigoid: (as Ned)
Addy: (as Aiden)
Warjna: (as Vanessa)
SouldierGirl: (as Souldier/Kirsten)
Thumbup: (as Vickilin)
Special Guest Appearance by Bob the Wordless: (as Guard Robert).
This short came about via Thumbup posting about ‘Petrichor’, which is a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather. This is a slight divergence from the recent trilogy that began from Souldier Girl’s image and poem, and which unleashed Unlocked on an unsuspecting and largely oblivious public. This one is more metaphysical and comes with a warning:
The idea for that came from painkills2. https://painkills2.wordpress.com
She likes to write about really distressing stuff that I can’t bring myself to read much but which mostly needs to be written. Others might find their names slightly modified, as referential characters.
The ‘better angels of my nature’ like it when I write stories like this. I generally don’t listen to them, because what the angels are implying makes me uncomfortable.
This story had its genesis in a few others, most notably in a picture and poem by Souldier Girl.
The first story is here: Unlocked. https://p33d33.wordpress.com/2015/05/05/unlocked
From that story and the comments in it, I wrote Psychosphere.
The Soul Keeper is the progression of both of them, and I suppose as far as sending a message can go on a barely-read blog, I wanted to say that not all men are evil, that not all women are innocent, and that somewhere in the Great Somewhere, there is a consciousness that wastes nothing.
Thanks for this sometimes personally painful but nevertheless worth-writing collection go to:
Souldier Girl. http://souldiergirl.com
Here’s The Soul Keeper.
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