The Mystery Begins

I AM BAACK! After a long break I am finally ready to renew blogging. I have decided to change things a bit so from today I will be posting parts of a story i am writing. I dint have a clue how it will end or if it will end at all. Anyway Happy readings!

Chapter I

A cold damp breeze swept through the alleys of London as Leister stepped out of his office. Above only a few stars could be seen in the cloudy sky. Leister fumbled in his pocket for his keys as he approached his car. He got in and turned the keys, the engine refused to start. Again and again he tried but the engine stayed dead. He cursed under his breath. The car had needed a tune-up but he had forgotten. Now he was late and would have to take a cab. It had been raining all day and the streets were empty. No cabs were in sight. Leister glanced at his watch anxiously and once more scanned the deserted streets. Oh, what the heck. He would walk. It wasn’t that far off. The wind picked up as he began trudging through the wet streets. Overhead the clouds closed in once more, it was raining again. Leister cursed his luck as the drops sliced through his thin coat. He decided he would take a shortcut through the back alley. But once in he found that the power had gone and the street lights weren’t working properly. He was about to turn back when he sensed that something was wrong. A shadow seemed to have flitted across the narrow alley. He looked around warily and froze. From the darkness behind a dustbin two eyes were staring directly at him. Unconsciously he began to back away, and his foot struck a can. The metallic noise echoed through the alley. The owner of the eyes gave a sharp meow and was off with a bound. Leister wiped his brow. Just an alley-cat. The weather was getting to him. He turned and was to start walking when he felt a huge weight fall on his back. He felt a sharp pain at his neck and then all was darkness. Across the city in his small apartment Henry Daimler sat up with a jerk.

Olympics and fiction

So the Olympics have finally started. Very few will say that the opening ceremony wasn't sensational. But behind the glitz and glamour lies a dark tale of abuse. Thousands have been rendered homeless as Chinese authorities have demolished their homes to spruce up the capital. Others have to go through daily life with their homes being covered over by plastics. These actions are like a housekeeper sweeping the mess under the carpet and under the bed in a last minute attempt at sprucing up the house before guests are due. China might gain a lot of prestige but its government remains dictatorial and ruthless.
On a different tack I feel that Fantasy and science fiction are more entertaining than fictional works dealing with real life. After all we all go through the daily drudgeryof our lives. While we are relaxing, it is more desirable to escape to a different world rather than poring over more descriptions of drudgery.

Starting up.

Well, this is my first step in my first attempt at blogging. As a very wise person once said, once you have started out onto the road, you don't know where it will take you. Lets wait and see. By the way, lets make one thing clear at the very beginning, Doradea is a completely fictional place and has so far existed only in my mind ( and sometimes on my PC). It is not some type of abstraction or allegory. Quite frankly I don't have a clue what i will post or how often. Might be my view on current events, analysis of world affairs, or simply outrageous thrashings of my wild imagination.