

Golem: PrologueThe setting is England, 1832. The impact of the industrial revolution is finally being felt by the majority of Britain; it is a time where science and creativity are hailed as the mothers of invention. Unfortunately, all this meant next to nothing to our protagonist Terrance Douglass who, at the time, was working as the journeyman of an esteemed carpenter in Southern Manchester. You see, Terrance, despite his prestigious status among journeyman carpenters, was truly inept in the art of carpentry. This was most likely caused by the fact that he lacked any sort of interest for the craft; Terrance was far more enthralled with taking long naps onGolem: Prologue


Golem chap1“Epic” he thought, “Bloody epic.” Everyone, in their life, is entitled to one or two absolutely unfathomable, unbelievable, and utterly unreal experiences. Most often these experiences come in the form of an epiphany, a life changing idea if you will; but sometimes, in very rare occasions, these moments are expressed by an object. This was one of those exceptions. The setting is England, 1832. The impact of the industrial revolution is finally being felt by the majority of Britain. It is a time where science and creativity are hailed as the mothers of invention. Unfortunately, all this meant next to nothing to our protaGolem chap1


Him and HerHe loved her; that much was true. Every day he spent shaking, convulsing, shuttering at the mere thought of her leaving him, his life. He wanted her more than anything, he needed her. He spent his days distracting himself with pointless, silly things just to keep himself focused; and yet he couldn’t. So, after a year went by, he cracked. The smile he put on for all flipped. It was time for him to do something drastic, something risky. He knew what would happen, he knew she wouldn’t, but he had to try. He knew he could have done better, he knew he should have waited, but he had to try. His heart was breaking and he wouldn’t have it anymore, heHim and Her


Chapter 0: Meet Our Narrator Hello gentlemen, you may not know me by name or status, but know this; I am one of you. I am that lone figure that stands on the hill yonder, bathed in light, but dark by nature. My features are obscured by the brightness in my wake, my form is not but a shade in the dawn, and despite all this you are afraid of me; very afraid. My pathetic, lanky body is nigh invisible, and yet you still quiver in fright at my company. Is it my skeletal appearance? Or perhaps it is my jet black cloak that frightens? No? Then maybe my keen scythe is what creates this longing presence of fear. All this is indeed ghastly, but why should one beChapter 0: Meet Our Narrator
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"Love is like a summer rain, unexpected but wonderful." a quote stolen from myself.
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"Love is like a summer rain, unexpected but wonderful." a quote stolen from myself.
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"Love is like a summer rain, unexpected but wonderful." a quote stolen from myself.
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