Hello, my name is C. J. Currie. Thank you for viewing my FictionPress account; I am sure you will enjoy your stay here.
Ha ha ha...Anyway, forgive me for the bad attempt at humor. I am an aspiring author. Big surprise. My fortes are Fantasy and Science Fiction (sometimes Science Fantasy, too!), although I also dabble in poetry (not that you'll see any here). I enjoy the use of paranthesis marks (big surprise!) and I use satire far too often for my own good (although I try to keep them out of my writing). My works posted here are 100 per-cent original (unless otherwise noted) and are completely welcome to comment and review. If you like what I do, and wish to contact me, use FictionPress's messaging service. I am also on an amateur development team, Black Storms Studios. Feel free to check out our website.
Notice: "The Architect" series is now up to date!
---------- My FictionPress Policy of Etiquette ----------
Yes, etiquette does exist on FictionPress (or should...).
For the most part, I agree with the following general concensus:
1. A review is usually returned with a review, unless: (A) Your initial review asks for, begs for, implies or outright demands a return review. I do not wish to have people read my work only because they want theirs read too. A favor done out of friendship is often return, but a favor done out of greed is seldom returned; or (B) Your piece is so full of gross spelling, grammar, and/or other mechanical errors, that to slog through it would be like going swimming in a pool full of liquid Stephen King nightmare; or (C) If the story has not had enough effort put into it (the characters are 2-dimensional, flat, and stereotyped, the plot is poorly thought out and pointless) to merit examination, then I will most likely choose not to read it.
2. Constructive Criticism is great. It's how we grow as writers. Everyone needs it, and you gain just as much by giving as you do by recieving. Flames are just stupid ways of expressing anger, and while a well-written angst is commonly appreciated, if you truly just want to vent, go blog on MySpace. This is a place for professionals and adults.
3. Style is style. Everyone has a different one, and they're not all the same. Some people choose to use multiple punctuation (!?!), some like paranthesis ( ( ) ), and some use italicized thoughts, like me. Some have a love of underlining things, others an obsession with using ALL CAPS to convey power (when they cannot otherwise do so with words alone). These things aren't necessarily bad things nor immature writing errors; rather, they are styles, just as valid as any other. Just as some people can't stand a certain clothes or hair style, some abhor certain writing styles, which are, similarily, methods of expression. In life we all have to allow other people their own eccentricities, and it should be the same on FictionPress. Respect other's writing styles. Give them the benefit of the doubt and assume they were purposely intended to make a point, and don't give them flames.
4. Have a positive attitude. You'd be surprised how far a kind word and a little gratitude will go. Most people respond amazingly well to a PMA, and it makes things flow smoother on all of FictionPress. Remember, it takes 47 muscles to frown and only 19 to smile. So do the happy math ;)
---------- Fiction, In Progress or Complete ----------
I used to have another story posted here, The Bridgeway Traveler, but I took it off due to the fact that it sucked. This story is so much better:
The Architect: (Warning: long and potentially plot-spoiling details ahead!)
Two hundred and forty and seven years into the future, a government-funded research project discovered the ultimate technology: a machine that could manipulate pure Grand Unified energy into every physical aspect of our universe: matter, electromagnetic radiation, and the strong and weak forces that bind nuclei together. They created a machine that would interact with the collective consciousness of every individual on the planet, forming their thoughts into tangible forces that could control reality. They aptly named the machine the Architect.
The goal of the project: to create a world in which people could live enlightened and peaceful lives free of drudgery and pain, to create the ideal world ruled by reason and the powers of the mind. The result: war, destruction, and chaos on a world-wide scale. A talented few were able to manipulate the gift of the Architect to a greater extent than the others. They called themselves the Medorians. With this gift, the strong of mind dominated and tyrannized the weak. Unable to handle the power given it, mankind quickly destroyed itself. Aberrations and abominations of flesh and mind were created, hordes of soldier-monsters spawned that inevitably turned back upon their creators. Oceans dried up, mountains were ground to dust, and the great skyscrapers and monuments of man were obliterated in a millennial blink of an eye.
Throughout the chaos a single voice of hope rang out. A man named Earl Trideon offered the people a way of peace, faith, and respite from the horrors of the world, all under the banner of his supreme rule. The fragments of the world's nations flocked to his cause, raising up a great city as a bastion against the remnants of the war.
And so society went into a great recession, all philosophy, art, and science forsaken in the pursuit of security and protection from the insanity of the world without. The people found once more the great comfort to be had in religion, and the mighty Enist church grew, governed by Earl Trideon himself.
In a desperate bid to finally rid the world of its antithesis, Trideon led his finest knights and most talented medorians in a crusade against the Architect, seeking to destroy it and the evil shadows it had spawned.
On the slopes of Mount Kejaya Trideon gave his life to reach the Architect, pressing through the hordes of shadowspawn to damage the infernal machine, yet failing to destroy it. The shadowspawn fled, and relative peace was restored to the world.
Free from the darkness that blanketed the planet, society grew and flourished. Remnants of the ancient and modern world existed – names, dates, beer – but for the most part society had been immolated and reborn anew. Trideon's three children bickered for his throne, and finally the power was divided into three parts: The son Lohgren gained control of the Medorians. Horace became the Elder Priest of the Clergy. Trideon's sole daughter, Trimetra, became the first Matriarch. These three branches – the scholars, the priests, and the bureaucracy – ruled with equal power until Lohgren and Trimetra forged an alliance, pushing the Clergy from government power.
A thousand years pass and the great nation spreads and disperses. Trideon's legend becomes as forgotten as the Ancients themselves. Distance and primitive communication forces the people of the world apart, each growing into their own unique culture. Only the three branches of power remain, with the Clergy remaining true to its god Enos.
As the years pass, the Architect reawakens. The collective prayers of the people reach it, touch it, and form from it a consciousness to mirror their image of god. So Enos was born, influenced by the way each individual perceived him, and ultimately shaped by the preachings of the Clergy.
Gradually the Clergy leaders themselves became aware of the god’s birth, and remember the ancient's Architect. With the knowledge came a lust for power, a lust the passive and benign Enos could not grant them. So they created a new god, one who would be active in the lives of and grant the desires of its worshipers. Soon Psykos became as part of the kardia of the world as the Architect's consciousness itself.
Two halves made up the whole of the Architect now: on one side, the benevolent and good Enos, on the other, Psykos. The power of Psykos grew until the Architect screamed out for balance once more. Yet the non-partisan god Enos could do naught.
So sets the scene for our story, beginning as a young man in a remote rural village discovers the artifact that will set him on the quest to restore balance to the world and finish what Earl Trideon began a thousand years earlier.
Join us as Jerren LucPhor explores the world of Eoth, befriends a myriad cast of unique characters, and grows from a fledgling medorian into the full powers of Enos's Avatar.
---------- And my gratitude goes to...(does anyone really care?) ----------
If you are interested, I'd like to thank these people for their helpful criticism, insight, and knowledge in the reviews they've sent me. It is your encouragement and support that helps me keep posting. Your names are listed below in chronoloical order.
The Architect: J.A. Kossler, Concerto49
The Bridgeway Traveler: tresbubble29, Eyetk, Datsu
The Light of the Trillion: Sakura Ri, Mayonaka Tatsuya
Other: Mayonaka Tatsuya, Early July
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