When I awoke, I started to piece together the story, and what had brought it about.
It was two days of straight horror movies and pizza. As the day wore on I began to realize what had come out of what, and started to make sense of how the dream had come about.
Annabelle and the Railway is this dream. I shall expand on, explain, and rearrange a few parts for the purpose of storytelling. This is a story in the making, so I will be posting first drafts as I write. I ask of my readers to give suggestions, point out inconsistancies and basically give their opinions on how to revise and improve the story. I also plan on possibly posting outlines along the way, also up for critiques. In case anyone wishes to simply read the story as is, without spoilers, I will clearly mark any posts which are not story.
In other words, this blog is where I plan on actually working out the story. I will type my prose directly onto the blog. As I revise chapters, I will do so by editing the original post. According to how much is revised, I will notify readers through author notes, either as a separate post or at the end of a new chapter.
I also plan on writing such author notes as character descriptions, background information, musings on plot, and such things in posts.
I'll title the posts such things as "Chapter X," "Plot outline," "Character profile," ect, to avoid confusion.
But now, let me end my introduction to this adventure in writing with the poem that crept into my subconcious that night and set off those dark visions.
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me
Yes! that was the reason
(as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we
Of many far wiser than we
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
