Sin, Chapter 11

This time, Eyes found himself somewhere altogether unexpected — he was in a church.

It wasn’t a very large church. It was small, quaint and its four walls painted a soft beige. There were small windows along walls to the sides. He was standing in the centre aisle, with rows of pews to the left and right of him. These were filled with people, all talking in soft excited whispers.

To the front was an altar where a priest and three men stood. Eyes blanched. It was the real him standing at the front, dressed in an impeccable suit and tie. Beside him stood two men, both people Eyes had never seen before.

To one side of the altar sat an middle aged woman hunched over the keys of an enormous organ. She was playing softly to sooth the atmosphere which seemed to brim with excitement.

Eyes looked around and saw Sin standing to one side of the pews, beside — surprise, surprise — Elliot. Eyes approached Sin carefully, keeping an eye on the eery dark haired dead man sitting beside him.

I invited him to my wedding, Eyes asked Sin, incredulous.

Yes, replied Sin. I have told you, he is a friend of yours.

Eyes began shooting questions at Sin — A friend? How do I know him? Where did we meet? And what’s so special about him? What does it have anything to do with me?

You will have a decision to make soon, said Sin. Elliot is to play a part in that decision. As for the rest, your questions will be answered in time. Patience, Eyes. Patience.

And then the front doors to the little church opened wide and there stood the bride. Eyes was slightly pleased to note that it was Martha. An organ version of the Wedding March began to play throughout the church.

Sin looked at him, Pay attention to this moment.

Eyes nodded and watched as Martha made her way up the aisle. The people in the crowds turned to look at her. Many ooh-ed and aah-ed as she walked alone up the aisle. Eyes saw a few wipe at their eyes with long handkerchiefs.

Martha walked gracefully, smiling and glowing like the bride she was. As she walked past Elliot, something happened. Eyes saw something.

There was a look that passed between Elliot and Martha. It was a meaningful look and Eyes wasn’t sure he liked it. It was fleeting, a quick stolen glance between the two that spoke words that Eyes didn’t want to hear.

The moment passed and Martha reached her soon to be husband, the real Eyes, who was smiling wide and didn’t seem to think anything was amiss.

The rest of the wedding passed in a blur. Eyes didn’t even hear the “I do”.

His mind kept traveling back to that look that Elliot shared with Martha. It was so quick that Eyes hoped it was just his imagination.

Then Sin spoke to him — We have only a few stops left, Eyes. Are you ready?

Eyes nodded slowly, not quite able to look at Sin.

Just like that, another portal appeared and they left.


Sin, Chapter 10

Eyes turned to Sin, his blood running cold — What the hell is this?

Sin gave his odd smile again, dark and knowing. It was a smile that Eyes did not like.

I told you that you would see him again, Sin said. As I said before, Elliot is a man with many second chances.

Eyes looked at the dead man.

The dead man that was clearly alive and well, and sitting beside the real him. This was too strange. No way it was the same person.

He scrunched his eyebrows in thought and then to Sin, he said — He’s one of you, isn’t he?

Sin smiled in response.

He’s a stronger version of you that can interact with real people, Eyes accused.

Stronger? echoed Sin. I’m interacting with you, am I not?

Wait, no. Eyes shook his head in disbelief. You are him, he said slowly. You are Elliot.

Eyes pointed an accusing finger at the presence. And you were in my life! You were probably there to wreck everything and when you finished… When you finished you brought me here to torment me for some reason!

Eyes’s voice rose as he spoke.

Sin shook his head gently. Your conclusions, while admirable, are untrue. Elliot is human. But you are wasting time. Look, they are speaking.

Eyes turned to the table where the real Eyes sat with Martha and Elliot. The real him spoke with a voice that seemed familiar. At least it felt like it was. Eyes couldn’t tell or remember. His voice whenever he spoke to Sin just seem flat and neutral, with no signature cadence or lilt.

But the real Eyes’s voice was strong and friendly as he spoke to Elliot. “…fantastic job handling that root kit the other day, Elliot. I checked the records and damn it if I can, but that was a hard nut to get around.”

Elliot seemed to smile humbly.

“I spoke with my boss, Elliot, and I had promise a few favors” he laughed raising both hands in defeat, “but he said he’d be thrilled to set up an interview with you.”

“You really shouldn’t have, …“ said Elliot, ending his sentence with that hollow silence where Eyes’s name should have been.

Martha gently interjected then. “No, Elliot. You really deserve this one lucky break,” she said, reaching across and touching Elliot’s hands on the table.

Elliot blushed.

The real Eyes laughed and clapped Elliot on the shoulder. “Come now, enough business. Let’s celebrate. This meal’s on me.”

As the real him raised his hand to call the waiter, Sin placed a cold hand on Eyes’s shoulder and said — You have seen all that you need to here. Come now. We have other matters to attend to.

Eyes shook Sin’s hand off his shoulder, gazing at the real Eyes’s face as he smiled and spoke to the waiter.

Just a moment more, he asked, not taking his eyes off the man. Please.

No, Eyes. It is time.

Eyes saw out of the corner of his eye a new portal appearing in the middle of the street. Reluctantly he took a step away from the real himself and towards the light.

He stepped through again.

Sin, Chapter 9

This time, when he went through the portal, Eyes found himself bathed in sunlight and warm air.

He blinked once, twice, adjusting his vision and found himself in the middle of a t-junction on a wide brown cobbled street, two story stucco buildings with small flowered balconies peering out surrounding him.

He was surrounded by tanned pedestrians walking up and down the street, all talking and laughing in loud voices. Several wore dull sun hats and colourful shirts. He looked around confused and lost before he heard Sin’s voice calling out to him — This way, Eyes.

He found the pale man standing on the street corner upon which stood a tall sign that said La Cafe de Belatruse. Sin was in the shade of a colourful yet quaint bistro with small tables outside which were shaded with big umbrellas. He stood between two such tables, with a smile on his face.

Eyes didn’t like the smile. But still he walked up to him. Where are we? he asked Sin, vaguely amused in spite of himself.

Somewhere north of Italy, Sin replied. We are here to meet the real you.

Where am I? I mean, he? Eyes asked immediately, looking around.

Sin tilted his head towards the table to his right. Eyes spun around and saw two people seated there, across from each other, drinks on the table, talking.

The person facing him was a young woman with brown hair and flirting eyes. She had a seductive smile playing on her lips. Eyes took a liking to her immediately, feeling momentarily amused by what it might mean if this was the real Eyes’s girlfriend or wife.

Across from her … Eyes moved to get a good look at the real him, noting with approval the man’s smooth blond hair as he did so. The first thing that struck Eyes was how attractive he was. High cheek bones, curving lips, strong hard eyes. This was a man who belonged in women’s magazines. This was him? Incredible.

Eyes reached up to his own face, feeling smooth skin but not being able to quite define his own face with his fingers. Eyes did not think much of it. So much about Sin’s world was so odd that he had given up trying to figure things out. But it pleased him to know that he was attractive.

Who’s the lady? was Eyes’s first question, his eyes flitting back and forth between the couple.

Her name is Martha, replied Sin. She is your fiance in this moment of time.

Ah, replied Eyes, pleased. Why didn’t you start with this? he asked Sin, spreading his arms at the couple. Why Elliot’s suicide?

Because Elliot played a very important part of your life, Eyes, said Sin. You needed to understand where he came from.

I don’t see the connection, he replied flatly.

You will. Here he comes now.

Sin looked up at the crowd, and Eyes’s confused eyes followed his, watching as a thin, dark haired man pushed his way to the table.

“Elliot!” the real Eyes from the table exclaimed suddenly, rising. “Glad you could make it!”

The man known as Elliot gave a shaky smile as he reached out for the real Eyes’s outstretched hand. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”


So thoughts :

I don’t think I’ll be posting up The Tale of Liam and Kate on the site. Looking back through it, I realised how really awful it was. Like good God, AWFUL. If I had thought it otherwise, I probably would be posting it up along with Sin, Chapter 8 today. But when I read through it, I was just like — No. This isn’t going to work.

So I apologize for those who were curious about Liam and Kate. It was meant to be an 8-part story about two youths who go on the run after after accidentally killing someone. But I guess it’s not going to happen now.

The crowd groans and I placate them. In place of a new story altogether, I have decided to continue posting up more chapters of Dark Moon instead. So effective today, Dark Moon will be posted every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. I’ll be as consistent as I can but seeing as college will be starting up again soon, I may not be able to meet every single post on time. But I promise, the wait will never be more than a day long. Thanks for sticking with me.


— Randy.

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Sin, Chapter 8

Eyes swore he screamed when he saw the man jump.

And then, just like that, the world swirled around him and he found himself back in the dark and silent void, in that empty horrible darkness again.

He spun around and saw out of the corner of his eye, a light hanging just above him — it was Sin.

He quickly averted his gaze, still not daring to look directly into that light. He grit his teeth in anger and confusion. Then he asked quietly — Why did you show me that?

I show you what you need to see, replied Sin. But do not worry for Elliot. You will see him again. He is a man with many second chances, not unlike yourself.

Eyes turned away from Sin, his back to the light and looked up, breathing in the air in the darkness.

Fine, he said finally, huffing out a tired breath. What now?

Sin was silent for a moment and then — I sense your dissatisfaction. But do not concern yourself with understanding everything. This is only the beginning.

I know, he replied. He gritted his teeth and asked with as much patience as he could muster — But what now?

Now it is time to meet Elliot’s friend, replied Sin. And I believe this time, he will be of some interest to you.

Who is he? Another bridge-jumper? Eyes asked sarcastically.

No, Sin answered. He is the one whose name I cannot reveal. He is you.

Eyes looked sharply at Sin out of the corner of his eye, his breath quickening. Even as he looked, a second source of light appeared next to Sin, swirling and growing larger with each second — the portal.

Come when you are ready, Sin said. Then Sin disappeared into the light, leaving Eyes all alone.

He turned around then, pausing to look at the portal, unsure.

You would be wise to go, said a voice suddenly.

Eyes jumped. It was the second voice, the one he had heard when he had first woken up. The one who was Not Sin. The loud voice seemed to echo from everywhere.

Who are you? he shouted into the void.

Who are youuu? the voice whispered liltingly.

I am no one. I am only … Eyes, he said, ashamed. That is the only name I have.

Eyes heard the voice give a short laugh before it said — A false name. But a fitting one, I suppose. Very well. Since you have given me your name, I will give you mine.

There was a small pause before the voice said — I am Temptation. Some think they know me as Reality and others still think to know me as Truth. But I am who I am. And I am Temptation.

Eyes did not feel fear upon hearing the names. He thought he would have felt something — fear being the likeliest candidate. But no, he did not.

Thank you, he said before turning around towards the portal. Temptation had nothing he could want. All he wanted was to go home and Sin was the only way.

He thought he heard a rumbling laughter full of delight in the dark background before he entered the portal.

But that was all he heard.

He did not want to hear anything else.

Sin, Chapter 7

Sin stared back at Eyes, not in the least concerned.

Come, said Sin. It is time to leave.

Sin turned around and headed back the way they had come, not looking to see if Eyes was following.

Eyes glared at Sin’s retreating back. And why should I follow you anymore! he yelled at Sin.

Sin did not reply as he floated away. He merely raised a hand and immediately Eyes felt something grip his body and pull him after Sin. He yelped in shock and frantically turned his eyes back towards the hospital bedroom for one last glimpse of his parents.

His eyes were not quick enough and the room disappeared behind him as Sin pulled him back to the waiting place where they had first arrived. Eyes noticed the young boy was no longer there.

He gritted his teeth as he came face to face with Sin again. The pale man smiled sadly and said — I truly am sorry, Eyes. But we have much to do. — Sin paused momentarily before — It is time for you to meet a friend.

Eyes huffed at Sin, still stuck in Sin’s grip, vaguely wondering if Sin was talking about that other presence. The second voice he had heard in the darkness when Sin had left him alone. The one who who is not Sin.

But Eyes said nothing about that. He almost didn’t care any more. And even though he knew he had no choice, he still dared a — And why should I follow you?

Sin answered with that same stupid word again — Redemption.

Eyes rolled his eyes and shook his head. I still don’t understand, he murmured to himself.

But Sin seemed to hear him — You will.

Then a small ghostly light appeared in front of them both, swirling and distorting the reality around it as it grew larger and larger. None of the couple dozen or so people in the waiting room noticed it. They carried on with their lives.

But Eyes knew what it meant.

Sin floated through the portal and pulled Eyes through with him. Eyes almost screamed as the portal swallowed him but he felt no pain, no sensation as he went through. It felt exactly the same as the first time he had used it.

They walked out into a cold night. Sin was no longer holding him. As Eyes slowly adjusted to his new surroundings, he immediately realised it was a bridge.

It was huge metal bridge that rose high above him and spread out to his left and right like a metal serpent of a beast. Its girders and beams groaned in the night. And as Eyes looked around, he noticed that it was mostly empty. He saw no cars or people crossing the road, only plastic bags and empty cans that littered the street, flying in the wind.

Why am I here? he asked Sin suddenly.

He could barely hear himself speak. The sound of the river beneath them roared like a beast even greater than that of the bridge.

Sin said nothing, only turning to focus his gaze to one side of the bridge. Eyes turned to look where Sin looked and his breath caught in his throat. There was a man standing on the edge, his back towards them.

His name is Elliot, said Sin.

Eyes was too shocked to reply. They watched as Elliot braced himself against a pole and bent his knees, tensing.

Eyes began to run towards the man, to try and stop what he was about to do. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a rational voice whispered that he would never reach Elliot before he dived into the furious waters.

The voice was right.

Elliot jumped.

30/08/16 (pt2)

New post : The Viper’s Dance

So I fell asleep at noon. Woke up too damn early. And my post on Inkwell was posted at noon, as per schedule. But there was no schedule for the new Sin chapter and the new Dark Moon chapter so I apologize on that front.

But anyway, they’re up now.

Also I feel the need to reiterate that Dark Moon was written 5 years ago! It was my second novel attempt ever. So it’s rough as all heck. I pray, do not judge my prose now based on it. If you want my better attempts, go to Inkwell, where I have my short story collection. Those are much more palatable than Dark Moon. However, in defence, Dark Moon is at its heart, still a story. And also, it’s still dear to me, even though in retrospect, I really hate the name of the protagonist (Cody Link). But it stay one of my first loves and I choose to honor it by placing it up.

If you want quality, though, head to Inkwell by clicking one of the links above. The Viper’s Dance will take you there, if there is where you be headed. Or the link at the bottom of this post.


— Randy

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Sin, Chapter 6

Eyes followed Sin as it — he? — floated through a pair of big hospital doors and into a brightly lit space filled with colorful cartoon paintings on the walls and another semi-circle counter in the corner, where another two nurses sat. The chairs around the room were mostly empty — only two men sat in them, both with worried faces.

Sin ignored them and went straight through to another corridor with many rooms lining the length of it. These were decorated with colorful cartoons and many posters about baby health.

Here, Sin said, stopping just outside one of the rooms.

Even from outside, Eyes could hear the sounds of a baby laughing and the sounds of its parents’ gentle cooing.

Who’s in there? he asked.

You are, replied Sin, his expression unchanging.

Hesitant now, Eyes slowly moved towards the door and looked inside to see precisely what he had expected to see.

The room had blue walls and one bed. The hospital curtain around the bed was pushed aside, revealing a blond woman in hospital scrubs who held the laughing child in swaddling cloths. Her husband sat beside her.

“Who’s a cute little baby?” cooed the dark-haired and mustachioed man who leaned over his wife, staring at the baby in her arms. “You are, yes yes, you are.”

The woman giggled and smiled at her husband. They shared a joyful look and a kiss before turning their eyes back to the baby. The baby bounced in the lady’s arms.

Eyes couldn’t help himself. He smiled wanly. He turned to Sin, his expression becoming angry and coolly asked — Are those my parents?

Yes, Sin replied.

I don’t remember them, said Eyes, his voice cold. I don’t remember anything about them. You did that.

He spun around and jabbed a finger in Sin’s chest. Surprisingly, his finger hit something solid.

He glared at the pale man.

You did this to me, Sin. YOU.

Sin said nothing, only choosing to turn his empty gaze from Eyes back to the couple in the room.

“We still haven’t named him,” said the lady suddenly.

Eyes turned around then.

His name.

The man looked at the baby and smiled. “I know exactly what to name him.” He picked up the laughing child and stood up, cradling the baby in his muscular arms. He glanced back at his wife who smiled back at him.

“You, my son,” the man touched the baby’s nose, “will be called …”

Eyes did not hear the name. When the name was spoken, there was only a silence that hung in the air like a ghost, blotting out the whole world.

He stood there, confused.

The solid silence melted away a few seconds later when the lady said, “I really like that name.” She reached out with loving arms for her child. When it was back in her arms, she said, “My beautiful baby …”

That same heavy silence when the name was spoken again, like all the sound in the world had been drowned in the deepest depths of the sea, where there was no light, no escape.

The silence was broken when the baby gurgled its laughter again.

Eyes turned back on Sin. What was that? he demanded. Why couldn’t I hear what they said? Why couldn’t I hear my name?

Sin was expressionless as he replied — I’ve told you this before. There is much power in a name. Yours especially. You cannot have it yet.

And all Eyes could do was stare in disbelief at the creature that had taken everything from him.


Girlfriend read the new short story. She said it wasn’t her thing. To be fair, I was kind of expecting it. This piece didn’t have as much action as the others. It focused more on the things in this one moment rather than having different things happen in different moments.

I’m okay with it though. She didn’t like Water for Elephants either, which is by far, one of the best books I’ve ever read. So it’s pretty clear we have different tastes. She did not read the new Sin chapter either but that’s okay. She’ll read it tomorrow morning. She’s not much of a binge reader.

But anyway, I still think the new short story is pretty good. I may ask my friend, greyfox97 what he thinks. Stories like these are more in his realm than hers.

What else… Yes. I wrote Chapter 11 of Sin today. It is really really short, like half the length of the usual chapters, but I think it’s strong enough to stand as it is. So that’s about it.


— Randy

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No fancy titles today. I just wanted to give you guys an update on what been happening with my writing the last couple of days.

I did not write a new chapter of Sin yesterday but don’t worry, I still have a buffer stock full of chapters to go. Sin is still being posted daily. I’m just saying I didn’t write chapter 11 yesterday. I haven’t written it today either but it’s only six in the evening so I’ll probably get to it tonight.

Also, interesting news. I wrote a new story to be published on Inkwell tomorrow. I can’t publish it yet for two reasons. One, my girlfriend hasn’t read it yet. She is my first reader and my kindest critic. She loves me too much to say mean things. But she always reads them first. Second reason, I passed the noon publishing time. I generally choose to publish my stories at noon because it allows more people to be exposed to the stories.

So my girlfriend will probably read it tonight, along with a new chapter of Sin (she’s ahead of you guys on that one too) and tomorrow at noon, assuming I’m not otherwise indisposed, I will post the new story on Inkwell.


— Randy

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Sin, Chapter 5

Eyes passed through the hole in reality and jarringly, found himself surrounded by white. He raised a hand to shield his eyes and blinked once, twice at the harsh white light that seemed to surround him, his eyes still adjusting to the change. He wanted to scream at Sin as his eyes adjusted, pissed that he was just being dragged from one blinding abyss to another.

But then as he blinked at the floor, he noticed the smooth marbled patterns on it. He saw a pair of feet walked past him. Regular feet in regular white shoes.


He lifted his head from the crook of his arm and winced at the light but he slowly made out the white walls, the clean ceilings with white lights. The first real thing he saw was a white semi-circular counter backed against a wall, two women dressed in white uniforms sitting behind it, nursing caps on their heads. Files and boxes were scattered across the counter.

Then the voices — human voices! — hit him from behind. He turned around and was greeted by the sight of a few dozen people sitting down in blue, stiff chairs. The old and the young, the healthy and the sick, all talking amongst themselves.

He almost cried laughing at the sheer pleasure of seeing people again and he took a step forward.

Stop, said a voice from behind him. Save yourself the disappointment, Eyes.

It was Sin.

He turned around and was surprised to see a gaunt and hollow looking young man with pale hair looking at him. Eyes did not need to ask. He knew by the way the young man looked at him that it was Sin in human form.

Eyes did not say a word, his muscles tensing, wanting to run away from the infernal creature, away from the memory of that deep darkness he was stuck in for so long. He won’t go back. Not anymore.

I know what you’re thinking, said Sin, the hollow voice still the same. But you cannot join them. These people are not truly here.

What do you mean? Eyes asked, taking a slow step backwards. Where am I?

Another person walked pass him, a young girl. But she seemed to take no notice of him. He frowned at this, his thoughts racing.

Sin did not give a reply to his question. Instead the next words he heard from Sin were — You do not recognise this place now, Eyes. But trust me, if you had your memories, you would.

Eyes stopped moving. In his excitement to get away, he had forgotten about his memories. Now the fear, the hopelessness, the sense of being so lost and so alone came crashing back into him. Sin still had his memories.

Yes, Sin had never explicitly said that it was Sin that took his memories, but Eyes knew it was the only truth possible.

He had to play Sin’s game until he got his memories back.

He spoke to Sin then — So where am I, then? Why here? And why can I see you now?

Come with me and you shall see, Sin said. The pale young man that was Sin floated — floated! — away down a corridor some distance before saying to Eyes — And as for my appearance, suffice it to say that I have a bit more leeway with how I look in your reality.

Even as Sin moved away, Eyes went up to one of the people in the seats — a young boy who was staring ahead, humming to himself — and waved a hand in front of him.

There was no response. Not a flicker. Nothing in the boy’s eyes that acknowledged Eyes. It was just as he had feared.

No one could see him here.

Sin, Chapter 4

Ready for what? he asked, exasperated.

I have already told you, Sin replied. For redemption.

What does that even mean? he moaned. I don’t even know my own name. How can I possibly redeem myself?

It is because you do not know yourself that your redemption will be successful, Sin replied vaguely. You have been given a clean slate, a fresh beginning, a memory and a mind empty of any bias or prejudice.

Sin floated closer to him from behind, casting a large dark shadow in from of him and spoke — You will see yourself, you will see the things you have done, and then you will be given a choice.

What choice? he asked, already clenching his fist in frustration.

Sin did not reply. Instead, the light floated back, seemingly keeping a distance between them.

I see, he said. So you only tell me what you want to tell me. Nothing I say or do or ask matters.

That is not true, Sin said. Everything you say, and do, and ask, matters.

Then answer me this, he challenged. What is my name?

Sin was silent for a moment and then — I cannot tell you that.

Why not?

You are yet to understand everything, Sin said. Although you are here to search for yourself, there is much power in a single name. And because of that, I cannot give you yours until you are redeemed.

Bah! Away with you, he said. Do you always have to be so frustrating?

I have only given you the truth thus far, Sin said. But if you wish for a name of sorts until you earn yours back, I will give you one.


Then you will be known as Eyes from now on, Sin told him. For that is what you are and that is your purpose until your journey is come to its end.

Eyes replied resignedly — Fine. Whatever. I thought you said I was ready to begin.

You are, Sin said.

Then what is it that I’m supposed to do?

You have already begun, Sin said. Understanding why you are here is only the first step.

Eyes did not reply, not wanting to admit that Sin still did not make much sense to him. He stayed silent and nodded — Okay, Sin. What now?

Now you follow me.

Eyes turned around, using his hand to shield himself from Sin’s light. He could see? feel? the entity moving away in the darkness.

He followed until Sin stopped and a second source of light began to swirl about in the darkness in front of him. He could tell immediately that this was nothing like Sin’s light.

It swirled in great arcs and grew until it was a glowing, swirling circle at least twice his height in diameter. It pulsed in different shades of yellow.

Enter, Sin said. Enter and you will see the beginning.

The beginning of what? he asked.

Of you, came the reply.

Quiet and curious, the one now known as Eyes stepped through the wormhole.

It’s Alive! … Maybe.

New short story : The Cavern Below

I wrote this new story yesterday in a hurried frenzy. The idea caught me and I just couldn’t stop until it was done. I knew by the initial tone that not everyone would read it to the end but I don’t mind that. Sometimes you write for yourself and I did just that. I wanted to get it out. And I had such a blast doing it, knowing how it all ends.

In other news, I have posted up the first chapter of Dark Moon on this website. Dark Moon is my baby. It was the first book I wrote when I was 13 to 14 years old. It’s very very amateur work. Any writer will see that right off the bat. But I like to think of it as a first glimpse of some potential. Anyway, I’ll continue posting more and more chapters twice a week. Shouldn’t take too long to get through the entire book, I think. There’s only 25 chapters, each rather long, all things considering.

Also updates on Sin, I’ve written chapter 9 today. I may continue with chapter 10 later tonight. I like to stay ahead of my posts because it gives me some leeway and it allows me to backtrack a little and rewrite continuity errors as I feel the need. Those worried that I don’t know where the story is going can rest assured that I do. I know how it ends. ALSO IMPORTANT : I won’t be around tomorrow morning, afternoon and night, so I’ll be posting chapter 4 at midnight tonight, GMT/UTC+08:00 timezone.

Anything else? Umm. I still have several other short story ideas bubbling in the back of my mind but those will be on the back burner for a while until I feel ready to do something real with them, which may be every week or so. We’ll see.

But all in all, the writing process seems to be going great. The blog is slowly — slowly! — coming to life. But all good things to those who wait … and write.


— Randy.

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Sin, Chapter 3

He took a deep breath and asked — Who are you, then?

The second voice seemed to laugh as it replied, Not someone Sin would want you to meet.

He considered this response for a moment, curious, but chose not to pursue it quite yet. Instead he asked — Where is Sin?

Sin is waiting, the voice said.

Waiting for what? he asked.

You to be ready.

And how do I do that, exactly? he asked, impatient. There isn’t really anything to do here except sit and wait.

Well… the voice murmured softly. There is something…

What? What is it? he asked, not really daring to trust this stranger quite yet.

But I can’t tell you, said the voice.

Why not?

Laughter that seemed to fade into some unknown distance followed his question, and after the laughter, only silence. Hey! he shouted. Where did you go? Come back!

But still there was no reply. Whatever it was that had been here, it was gone now. At least, he thought it was gone. It could just be out there in the dark, waiting and watching him.

He shivered at the thought, and just huddled himself into a smaller bundle.

The silence continued for a long long time. There were many many moments when he felt like this was impossible, this was a dream. Either that or he must be going mad. But every time he moved his body, pinched himself and punched the damned strange floor, he knew this couldn’t be true. This was just too weird to be any of those things.

And that frightened him.

Because if it wasn’t a dream and if he wasn’t going mad in infernal darkness, then it must be real. All of it. The two voices — one being Sin, the other infuriating — his being alone and there being something that begins when he is ready, whatever that meant.

But the emptiness and loneliness and silence stretched on. No more voices came to meet him. He was quiet and he was furious and he was upset and he was scared.

He just wanted to go home.

And then a thought struck him. He didn’t know where home was.

A new kind of fear took over him. He … didn’t know where he lived.

And and and… Good god. He didn’t know his name.

His hands began to tremble as his mind raced to try to remember something — anything! — that could help him find himself again. But there was nothing. Whenever he tried to think of who he may have been, his mind was greeted only with the same darkness that surrounded him.

His voice breaking, he whispered to himself, frightened — Who am I?

Suddenly, even as the last word left his mouth, a glow began to appear to his left. And as it grew, he turned away from it, knowing full well that he was not to look at Sin. Much harm may come to him, whatever that meant.

Then Sin spoke, sounding somewhat pleased.

You are ready.

Sin, Chapter 2

Begin what? he asked, trying to be brave.

But even as he watched, the light — Sin — began to grow dimmer and smaller, until it was nearly gone.

Hey! he shouted at the light. Begin what!

Sin disappeared, casting him into complete darkness once more. And then, the same voice spoke to him again out of the darkness, saying only one word before falling silent once more.


You didn’t need to be so dramatic, he thought sullenly. He sat on the ground again, lost and alone, the nausea disappearing. And he was really alone this time, he could tell. There were no hidden presences waiting to reveal themselves as balls of light.

He was … alone.

Strangely dissatisfied with this knowledge, he leaned back and rested his head on the ground below him. It really was rather odd. The floor wasn’t really hot or cold. Neither was it hard or soft. He hit it with a fist.

Nothing. It as if his hand had merely lightly touched it. He hit it again and his hand merely bounced slightly in return, but not enough for him to say the ground was springy. It was so odd.

He hit it again, with all his strength and there was hardly any feeling as his fist made contact. There was no pain. Was there something wrong with his hand? Highly doubtful but he pinched his other hand anyway. He definitely felt a small sting.

This made no sense.

He lay there for what felt like hours, just touching and punching and pinching himself and the floor, trying to chain together some form of rational explanation for this. He came up only with one.

He was dreaming.

Yes! That must be it. A dream, nothing more, he decided. A dumb, unreasonably long and boring dream … that lasted for hours.

This isn’t a dream, said a voice.

He nearly jumped up in surprise. The voice had come out of nowhere. He hadn’t realised he was no longer alone again. Sin was back.

He was determined this time. He would not be left alone. The voice had told him earlier that he needed to be ready if he wished to begin. He didn’t know what he would be beginning but he’d be willing to bet that it was his only way out. He would not let himself lose this opportunity.

Sin! he shouted, sitting up. Come on! Show yourself, you little ball of light! I’m ready! Whatever it is you want me to do, I’m ready!

The voice he had heard seemed to laugh mockingly. You are funny, it said.

He suddenly realised that Sin’s voice didn’t sound quite the same as it had before. It was a bit deeper and a bit more smoother than it was before.

He somehow felt afraid that he had noticed this, and pulled his legs closer to him, trying to make himself as small as possible. Why am I funny to you? he asked, suddenly wishing he was anywhere but here.

Because, it replied, you are not ready and I am not Sin.

Fantasy Project, Part 4

It’s been a while since I last mentioned this project. The truth is that I haven’t been doing much with it. But now I just wish to update you guys that I kinda have a map ready. It’s a vague outline of a map for now, simply because I do not have the skills or expertise to draw a map out. But I think I may ask my girlfriend to draw one for me. She is an excellent artist and her style will perfectly suit the map of the world I am building.

Til then, cheers!

— Randy

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So in case, you haven’t noticed already, I’ve decided to spruce things up around here. The overall look has changed and so has the purpose of the blog. No longer am I just going to talk about motivating myself regarding the short stories I write over at Inkwell and about my writing progress. Now I aim to write and post actual stories up on this website.

Most of the stories I plan to start posting here are novellas. These should come periodically. Sin, which is already online and ongoing, will likely be published daily until it reaches the end of its course. I plan to follow up on this by posting chapters from two other old stories I wrote entitled “Dark Moon” (written in 2011, likely posting twice a week) and “The Tale of Liam and Kate” (written in 2012, likely once a week).

Of course, I will still be writing short stories for Inkwell. These short stories will only be available there. I will not be posting them here because Inkwell is what gave me my start and I intend to honour that.

Keep an eye on this space for more stories!

— Randy.

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Sin, Chapter 1

He woke up in the dark, frightened.

It was as dark as the darkest night he had ever seen, possibly darker still. The stillness and the dark pressed in on him, almost touching him.

He raised a hand in front of his face and saw no shadow, no silhouette, nothing but the darkness that surrounded him.

Hello? He called out, trembling.

He had heard of stories like this. People waking up in locked basements or in shipping containers, having had their organs removed.

Alarmed, he immediately touched his abdomen, searching under his shirt for scars or huge gaping wounds. He found none, though. His arms and legs felt intact,even though he couldn’t see them. And he knew he wasn’t blind. At least, he felt he knew.

The floor he was sitting on was flat and smooth, neither warm not cold. And after waving his hands around him, he found no walls nearby.

Hesitantly, he got on his hands and knees and stood up. Immediately he felt nauseated, as though he would fall at any moment. He fell back on his hands, his back arched in the air.

Then he tensed.

He wasn’t sure how he knew, but he knew. He wasn’t alone. Not even in the darkness.

He quickly sat himself back down, his arms tense, fingers on the ground, to either side of him. He called out his hollow Hello? again. But there was no reply.

This isn’t funny! he yelled. Let me out of here!

You are not ready yet, said a voice. It came both from nowhere and everywhere. It was in his head.

Who are you? he asked, standing up and feeling nausea again. Why are you keeping me here?

Silence for a moment and then … light.

It started as a small glow in front of him and then it slowly grew in brightness and size. It grew until it was the size of a baseball. And suddenly it was too bright to look directly at.

Do not look at me, the voice said gently. Much harm may come to you.

He quickly turned away, closing his eyes and shielding his face with a hand, now more confused than anything. He whispered softly, scared — What are you?

The light moved behind him now and he could open his eyes again. His shadow stretched out before him into the darkness. Everywhere he saw was still pitch black but now, there seemed to be some form of depth to the darkness. Enough for him to see some vague measure of a shadow, anyway.

I am Sin, said the voice. And when you are ready, we may begin.