Chris Gill

Oracles under City Lights: Preface

In Literature & Poetry, Personal on June 3, 2013 at 6:15 pm

Oracles under City Lights

On the eve of the release of Oracles under City Lights, I’m exclusively sharing the book’s preface online

A few months before moving to London, I started a blog. I hadn’t created one sooner because I’d always thought blogging to be self-indulgent, sloppy writing. I thought it was a fad that would soon blow over.

Nevertheless, it made sense for my writing to have an online presence. Despite a life-long obsession with physical books and printed journalism, it was clear that times were changing and in no way did I want to be left behind before my career had even begun.

Before starting my blog I had a conversation with a fellow writer. She explained how many of the blogs she had come across lacked a personal touch; they all blended into one another.

I knew what she meant. So many blogs out there had that ‘copycat syndrome’, simply reproducing the same content and, more often than not, relying on visuals over writing. I set out to make my own blog relatable, personal and as in-depth as possible.

So when I moved to London my blog became a salvation in many ways. Almost like a diary, I would record situations both on a social and emotional level and draw conclusions from my experiences. However, instead of tucking this diary away into a drawer, I decided to share it with the world. Or at least to the humble Twitter following I had accumulated at the time.

From my initial months in the city trying to find my feet, to momentous political and environmental events that were taking place; I realised I had a fair amount of content that ran like a captivating story. These pieces felt like significant stages in London’s recent history that I didn’t want to lose in a soon-to-be-forgotten blog reel.

Thus, I made a decision that I would revisit my recent work and pull it all together to produce a memoir on my London life – warts and all. Reading through some of my early pieces was painful at times, as it was evident how much I had developed technically in terms of my writing. It was also clear how much I had progressed on a psychological and spiritual level, encouraging me to create a guidebook on surviving modern city life while remaining sane.

I had moved to London in the summer of 2010 with the ambition of ‘making it’ as a writer and getting myself noticed. By the time of writing this, I have become a completely different person who has experienced what I consider to be an inner-city rebirth. Whether it was through the characters I came across working in fashion writing or the lies that we were being told by the government, I learnt many lessons during my first few years living in England’s big smoke.

Oracles under City Lights is my chance to share these lessons with you. When putting this memoir together I cast my mind back to the moment I moved to the city without work, experience or money. This book is what I would have wanted to read at the time I was struggling to get my foot in the door (and also what I would have wanted to read once my foot was in and it felt nothing like I thought it should).

I have written this book for me three years ago; a person that I think represents so many others then and now. Hungry, ambitious and yearning… yet completely disillusioned. I want to help others reach the spiritual awakening I experienced despite the noise and havoc that constantly surrounded me. I want this book to encourage others to defy what the system has made us believe to be important and remember what it is to feel true happiness.

I realised that no matter what we disguise it as – whether it be money, success, fame or power – all we truly want is to find the light. The purpose of this book is to show you how you can find yours.

Oracles under City Lights is split into five main parts. The first, City Lights, focuses on my initial experiences when I first moved to London. The second,Creative vs. Commercial, explores the ups and downs of professional life as I fought my way into editorial work.

The third and fourth sections, An Alternate Vision Part One and Two, run like a timeline of experiences drawn from my blog. Here I cover everything from the London riots in 2011 to the global Occupy movement, all the while drawing understandings from each experience.

The final section of the book, An Inner Light, concludes my story with ten important lessons I learnt during my London era. By reading my journey up to this point, you will have unlocked the secrets to experience an awakening of your own; one you probably didn’t even realise was possible.

Read the full preface on my Facebook page.

Order your limited edition of Oracles under City Lights now.

Published by PRNTD © 2013 All rights reserved

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AQUATICA – Part Three

In Fiction, Short Story on May 12, 2013 at 6:21 pm

Aquatica

Onyx shows Sebastian her mesmerising underwater world in the final part of my sci-fi/fantasy short story 

As Onyx opened her mouth to speak, the gaping pothole above their heads began to close up the way a flower does when it snows.

“NO!” the man cried out lifting his arms in the air while trying to hoist his body above the water. He crashed back down into the inky waves as the vacuum completely vanished from sight.

For a few minutes the pair bobbed upon the ocean’s surface in silence. The man shook his head in dismay while Onyx looked on sympathetically. She then reached out her hand and offered him a warm smile.

“My name is Onyx,” she said softly. “And to answer your question, I’m an aquan.”

As the girl spoke, Sebastian noticed thin slits running down the sides of her neck that moved as she breathed. He gasped, realising what they were.

“Are you some sort of mermaid or something?” he asked, bewildered.

Onyx shook her head.

“No. Mermaids are from fairytales, which is exactly where I thought humans were from…”

Before the pair could continue, the bionic dolphin that Onyx had been chasing a day earlier burst out from the water’s surface and began to float. A large section of its metallic flesh was missing and a thick black substance oozed out of it like pus from a wound.

Onyx’s cold blood ran even colder as she realised her mechanical friend was no longer functioning. Tears poured down her cheeks the way a waterfall crashes against the side of a cliff.

The sensitive girl reached for the dismantled dolphin but was stopped by Sebastian.

“Don’t touch it!” he yelled, “that stuff is poisonous!” Onyx pulled her hands away and turned towards the handsome stranger.

“You know what this stuff is?” she asked, her eyes narrowing.

Sebastian turned back to the dolphin, which sparked a little and made a whirring noise where the oily substance was coming from, before falling silent and sinking back into the ocean.

“The Waste,” he said simply. “The toxic leftovers from our world.”

A chill ran down Onyx’s spine as she realised the human was connected to the mysterious darkness that had spilled out of the sky.

“I’m sorry,” he continued, “I didn’t realise…” Onyx stopped Sebastian mid-sentence by lunging forwards and landing her mouth on his. It wasn’t exactly the response he had expected, but he wasn’t complaining…

Sebastian quickly realised however that it was not a kiss he was being treated to by the mesmerising sea dweller. He flinched in terror as he felt a slimy, worm-like form being passed from Onyx’s mouth into his. The thick shape slid down his throat and into his lungs where it broke into two smaller slugs.

“There,” she said softly, “now you’ll be able to breathe.” Onyx took Sebastian’s hand and pulled him beneath the crashing waves.

The pair shot through the water like an arrow, passing the kaleidoscope of neon pastel shades that made up Onyx’s world. Sebastian held on to the girl’s grasp tightly, amazed that he was breathing the ocean in and out rapidly without drowning.

By the time the duo reached the seafloor, Sebastian was in complete awe of his surroundings. A beautiful, fluorescent palace stared back at him. Its walls were made of thousands of tiny crystals, glimmering the way pearls do when set free from their oysters.

“Where… where are we?” he asked in wonder. Onyx stared back smiling with an enigmatic glimmer in her eye.

“Welcome to AQUATICA,” she said, “my beautiful home.”

As Sebastian walked upon the seafloor beside his new-found friend, he stared up in amazement at the glistening fortress. Its towers twisted and intertwined the way tree branches do in an overgrown forest.

The beauty was so astounding that it took Sebastian’s breath away. In fact, the very fact he could even breathe underwater was blowing his mind. It truly felt like he had died and was entering the gates of Heaven. Perhaps he was?

“So you see,” Onyx said suddenly as she turned to him, “all of this beauty will be destroyed unless you take the darkness away.” Before Sebastian had a chance to respond Onyx continued by saying:

“Come on. There’s one more thing I’ve got to show you.” With that, the beautiful aquan took the human’s hand and swam upwards with him, out of AQUATICA and into the inky abyss of the ocean.

Eventually the pair reached the surface of the sea once more to greet the night’s sky. The milky moon shone down on them radiating mystical beams of light that lit up the ocean’s skin like a glistening canopy.

“Shh,” Onyx said holding her finger towards Sebastian’s soft lips, “can you hear them?”

A faint humming in the distance rapidly got louder and louder until the sound of the whale’s song was undeniable.  Onyx helped Sebastian climb up onto a large rock the size of a small house that stuck out of the water. Neon algae covered the boulder like luminous slime wrapped around a gigantic stone.

“Here, look…” Onyx pointed towards half a dozen whales that were bobbing along the water, singing in unison. Their song an electronic whine that managed to mix natural beauty with auto-tuned perfection.

The pastels of the daytime were replaced by an illuminated blend of toxic greens and vivid cobalt as the enormous robotic mammals glided beside one another. As they swam, fountains of glitter shot from their blowholes like steam from geysers.

As Onyx took Sebastian’s hand in hers, he looked up to the stars and shut his eyes listening to the peaceful electronic murmurs. In this moment he felt what true happiness feels like.

Suddenly, the sky opened up once again to reveal an enormous levitating cave hole. This time though, The Waste was nowhere to be seen.

“I knew it,” Sebastian said, “they’re coming back for me.”

He pulled his hand away from Onyx’s and turned towards the vortex.

“ I need to go and put things right.” He reached forward to kiss Onyx softly on the lips. She threw her arms around him to not only prove that the feelings were mutual, but to prove he would not be going alone.

“I’m coming with you,” she said indisputably.

“No,” Sebastian replied pulling away, “it’s too dangerous for you there. I need to go back to make sure they don’t destroy your beautiful world. And to make sure they don’t destroy mine.”

He reached up towards the hole in the sky and began to lift himself up.

“Don’t worry; I’ll be back for you soon!”

As Sebastian pulled himself up into the beckoning entrance of the wormhole, Onyx grabbed hold of his foot and pulled herself out of the water. The pair were both sucked up into the hole before its mouth shut abruptly.

Then the night was still once more, with nothing but the sound of mechanical mantras echoing out from the circling whales.

The End?

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AQUATICA – Part Two

In Fiction, Short Story on April 10, 2013 at 6:47 pm

Sea Punk Oil

In the second part of my seapunk-inspired trilogy we’re transported to a dystopian version of our future

Somewhere in the not so distant future, resources became scarce and the human race precariously desperate.  The greens and browns of the earth were overtaken by steely greys and oily blacks as technology diminished nature bit by bit. Like a mechanical fist clenching a delicate flower in its metallic grasp until only cinders remained.

Most animals became extinct, becoming a rare delicacy that only the rich and powerful could afford to consume. The rest of society were led to feed on insects for protein instead, tearing into the shiny flesh of locusts or mosquitoes to obtain any possible nutrition.

The majority of the land was ruined by man. Mountains and forests were overtaken with sky cities constructed from carbon nanotubes that spiralled across the earth like bionic fungi. Even oxygen became scarce and rain toxic.

The only thing that man had tried to preserve through its careless ways was the oceans. Once it realised how irreversible the damage was that it had caused the land, it decided to find a new way of ridding the planet of its toxic pollution instead of pouring it into the sea.

“It brings us great pleasure to announce that we have finally found a solution to our global problem.”

The president spoke elatedly yet sternly through the holographic projections across the world. Dressed in the slate grey uniform that all of the government wore, his gaunt cheekbones were emphasised as he pursed his lips.

“Instead of releasing The Waste into our world, we will release it into another.” His concise yet mysterious words were met with a colossal round of applause from across the planet.

The Waste is what all of the toxic pollution was referred to as by the single government that the world now shared. It led citizens to believe it was mostly their waste: the long toxic trail that constant consumption leaves in its wake.

Of course, this had a huge role to play in what The Waste was made of. But it was mainly a result of the environment-destroying technologies that the government now used to power the world’s economic systems.

This thick, contaminated oil was to be poured into black holes that scientists had discovered how to open to another dimension…

***

Sebastian pulled on his stiff, dreary uniform and stepped out into the thin corridor that led to The Reactor. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to be part of history. As he walked he ran his hands through his sandy, tousled hair and took a deep breath. They were doing the right thing. Weren’t they?

Sebastian shook his head as to banish the doubts from his mind. Of course they were doing the right thing! The young man had felt a connection with the ocean since his youth and the thought of destroying it with The Waste broke his heart.

Of course, it was the idea of the unknown that unnerved him. These vacuums in the air, which supposedly led to nothingness, what if there actually was something on the other side? A thought that the government would obviously allow no one to even ponder, Sebastian couldn’t help but imagine a world that lay behind the gateway…

There was no time for this now. It was nearly 1800 hours and the first portal was to be opened. Sebastian stepped into the room of The Reactor where he was met by half a dozen other members of the government.

“It’s time,” the president’s shrill voice echoed through the room out of a loud speaker.

A group of scientists behind a digital panel began turning knobs and flicking switches until a small spiral of smoke began to float out of a large metallic funnel. Soon the swirling substance transcended into a gigantic whirlpool of greys that eventually led to a large black hole opening in the air like a hungry mouth.

Sebastian and the other government members stared on in wonder before erupting into applause.

“Enough, quiet!” the president spat through the brassy speaker.

“Release The Waste.”

A large cylinder was hoisted sideways from above, leading to a deafening flow of thick black tar being emptied into the mouth of the worm hole. Once again there were cheers, this time from the scientists as well as the government. As Sebastian clapped he felt his heart drop and a strange pang of guilt in his stomach.

Slowly he reached his head over the side of the railing to get a closer look at the revolutionary scene.  As he did, part of the railing gave way leading him to fall forwards head first into the black oil stream.

In an instant Sebastian was sent plummeting down through the worm hole right into The Waste. He had managed to take a deep breath as he fell, which he was holding on to for dear life. If he opened his mouth and breathed in, the deadly liquid would fill his lungs and lead them to burst open within the minute.

Before this thought had properly crossed his mind, Sebastian felt himself crash face first into water and hurtle beneath its surface. He used all of his strength to swim out of the grip of The Waste and into the clean and refreshing liquid.

Pulling himself upwards, Sebastian broke out of the ocean’s surface like lava shooting from a vicious volcano.

As he opened his eyes and prepared himself to take in his surroundings, a beautiful young woman also appeared from between the waves and stared directly at him with her piercing green eyes.

Long turquoise hair hung against her ivory skin, but it was her hypnotic eyes that gave it away. She wasn’t human.

Sebastian took a deep breath and swallowed, before asking slowly:

“What… are you?”

To be continued…

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