it is 2 am and i have written an experimental fractures blurb so have at ye · 8:05am Mar 26th, 2023
Concept: Rather than falling through a crack by pure chance, Zoey finds herself alone where the portal had first opened, and finds a rapidly-growing crack in the air. Requires something to have separated Zoey from the rest of the group, as well as some driving force behind why she ultimately decides to actively tear open the crack.
Zoey stared at the weird crack in the air. It wasn’t really doing anything, it was just… there. She swat her hand through it, watching it slip effortlessly through the crack as if it wasn’t even there.
She passed her hand through it a second time, slower now. The crack was just as intangible as it had been the first time, turning from a floating fracture in the air, to one in her palm, and back again as she tried for a third time.
The crack grew. Only by a little, but it grew. Big enough now that she could take a peek into the darkness it unveiled.
Darkness.
Complete and total.
To her surprise, her hand could now fit through the crack, when before it only passed behind it regardless of angle. Her small fingers curled around its surprisingly dull edges. It felt solid, yet just as intangible as it had been only moments before. Like grabbing a cloud.
She gave an experimental tug. The fracture lines spiderwebbed out as if she’d taken a sledgehammer to some invisible window. Yet, for all the violence in its abrupt spread, it remained silent.
The tear was now nearly big enough for the girl to stick her head through. She leaned in closer. Just as before, it was dark inside. But there was something else now, too; she could feel a light draft. It wasn’t coming from behind.
Her grip loosened a little. Was it a good idea to try to… tear whatever this was even further open?
Her other hand rose to grip another edge.
Unlike before, the sound was now deafening. The best description she could fit to the noise was “a hundred-thousand newspapers being shredded”.
And not necessarily for a lack of a better term, either. The young girl stood now at the edge of infinity, holding scraps of the sky in her roughened hands. She looked down at the fragments of blue still in her grasp. She did that.
She did that?
She did that.
Zoey carefully tucked the shards into a pocket, sucking in a breath before taking a step into nothingness.
Don't know where is this from, but idea of exploring random tears in space-time always fascinated me. It's like hinting at the idea that reality isn't something that we percieve at all
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This comes from my big WIP original fiction project, Fractures! More specifically, it ties into the plotline that revolves around Zoey, a character that I've recycled so many times since she was first introduced back in 2014 as a character in my middle school garbagefire that it's become a bit of an inside joke.
The idea is that, to tie in with the fact that Zoey as a character has quite literally been there through every personal milestone I've had in writing, she will somehow end up being stuck in the void between worlds, where she is then able to eventually find and communicate with past iterations of herself across the many stories she's been recycled through. It's my way of pulling together an author universe of sorts.