BLOOMING hurts more than one likes to admit.
... and yet I still do it.
A story directed to mature audiences due to sensitive and explicit content.!
Warning This story contains:
Sex Drugs Alcohol Addiction Violence Death Derealization
About STORMHILL
STORMHILL has been in the works for several years now, since the creation of the first two characters of this story, Angelus and Asher. Since then, I have created more and more characters and have almost fully developed the story. Of course, it is still a WIP, however I recommend checking this website to keep up with what is happening in terms of progress, or check my tumblr for that, or for little drabbles involving the characters. Any short stories I release will only be temorarily up and eventually taken down when it's time for the next update on the story. Don't worry though, once I start releasing the chapters I will post a link that leads to a website with all the short stories, so you can go back and read them if you wish.
Anyways, besides all that technical stuff, you may refer to me as Jas, and I utilize They/Them pronouns. Along with being an aspiring author, I am also an artist! All of my art can be found on my tumblr.
CHARACTER INFORMATION
I would like to introduce you all to some of the main cast for STORMHILL. Of course, if you'd rather wait until I start releasing chapters to learn about the characters, you are welcome to do that too!
NOTICE FOR POSSIBLE SPOILERS
All content featured here is subject to change as I grow closer and closer to hopefully finishing this wonderful passion project of mine.
Angelus
Angelus is who the story will follow along. He is an artifical being, created to be apart of the G.E.P., however due to hostilities between his creator and his creator's father, he ended up being hidden in the mortal world.
He will, of course, end up working for the organization he was designed for, however it seems that his creator did a little more than just hide him away.
Chapter 1: Down the Rabbit-Hole
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,’ thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?’
So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.
There was nothing so VERY remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so VERY much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, `Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!’ (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually TOOK A WATCH OUT OF ITS WAISTCOAT- POCKET, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.
In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.
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Is it saying something?
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On the other hand, we denounce with righteous indignation and dislike men who are so beguiled and demoralized by the charms of pleasure of the moment, so blinded by desire, that they cannot foresee the pain and trouble that are bound to ensue; and equal blame belongs to those who fail in their duty through weakness of will, which is the same as saying through shrinking from toil and pain. These cases are perfectly simple and easy to distinguish...
Alice, again
Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled `ORANGE MARMALADE’, but to her great disappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it.
`Well!’ thought Alice to herself, `after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they’ll all think me at home! Why, I wouldn’t say anything about it, even if I fell off the top of the house!’ (Which was very likely true.)