Chapter 1

The only friends I have left in this world are my guitar and my dog. I'm stuck in a televised war, and it's already taken the lives of my family and lifemates. Those of us left didn't quite know what was going on, so for now I'll just keep singing my songs and pray that "they" won't demolish whatever's left of me.

I keep looking around this town, hoping that maybe this is all a joke commisioned by some head authority that is just "trying to prepare us for when it really happens." They've done it before, I wouldn't be suprised if this did it again, although from the looks of this it's pretty serious.

 

Memphis used to be a beautiful city - I moved here because of the way the locals talked, but I soon enough became embellished into their growing folk music scene.

Just about a year or two after I moved here, the War began. This wasn't any average war, no - it never seemed to stop, and it was everywhere. You couldn't escape it. I of course used it as a source for my writing at first; not exactly songs of protest but most definitely not promoting it either. This carelessness is what's gotten me here today - a "fugitive" living off music and boxcars.

 

I never had my dog to begin with. I met Chloe on the train, she came to me as I sang my Memphis Blues. We've been partner since. Chloe and I have been running from the War ever since I was 15. That's the way it's always been, but now we've got something to prove...

Author's Note

Not the full or final version. Tell me what I need to add or take away from it, and I'll most definitely repost this once I edit it.

Reviews

[Joshua Gerlach]

Very interesting for a rough draft, its better than the rough draft I went by when writing the first chapter of Hellfire. Very interesting and I hope to see more