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Genre: Horror & Thriller
About Starry_scorchioLocation: Somewhere in time and space... Home Region: Age:21 Favorite novels: Evil Genius - Catherine Jinks, Thief of Time - Terry Pratchett, The Phantom of the Opera - Gaston Leroux, Return of the Phantom - Etienne de Mendes Favorite writers: Tolkien, Siegal, Pratchett, Rice, Hayter, Wilson, Hunter S. Thompson, Jinks, de Mendes, Stevenson, Leroux Favorite music: Matchbox Twenty, Sugababes, Backstreet Boys, Hinder, Phantom of the Opera OCR Non-noveling interests: Doctor Who, Gaming, reading, music, concerts |
Joined: octobre 14, 2004 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 67 NaNoWriMo buddies: 6
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Brief Author Bio: I'm twenty-one and recently won a writing competition based on Phantom of the Opera, so I know I'm pretty good. I've been writing for as long as I have been able to hold a pen and my entire family have written at some point or other. At eighteen, I authored my first NaNovel; Streetcop, a story about a corrupt cop and a teenage prostitute. Not your standard fare from a teenager, but then I have never been normal. In the years following, both The Ugliest Princess and The Crystalweb Chronicles fell through, so this year I'm doing a PLOT OUTLINE OF DOOM! This means that I have to research Paris in the 1800s... without reading Leroux or Stevenson AGAIN. Hyde In Paris is a Gothic thriller with a touch of romance that follows Robert Louis Stevenson's classic psychological tale. I'm proud to bring it to my fellow Wrimos and ask that if you want to buddy me, chat to me first! I don't bite.... often! XD |
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Synopsis: Hyde In Paris
The story of the doomed Dr. Henry Jekyll and the damnable fiend Mr. Edward Hyde did not end with arsenic in a locked room...
Escaping a lengthy stay in a correctional institution, Henry Jekyll makes his way across the channel to France, more specifically Paris. There, his dark side falls in love with the hedonistic way of life of 1800s Parisians.
Hyde In Paris follows Doctor Henry Jekyll's mad attempts to escape from himself and his alter-ego Edward Hyde's transistion mentally from childhood into manhood as the pair ravage the City of Light.
Excerpt: Hyde In Paris
It wasn't long before Jekyll had plunged himself into a deep sleep to escape the ill feelings of being awake. Unfortunately for him, his dreams were as tumultuous as if he were standing on deck, if not more so. In his mind's eye, he stood face to face with... who was this monster? The cage, a solid iron structure, held it back, but the creature glared at him from the inside.
You... made... me... this... way...
Compelled by some unseen force, Jekyll moved slowly, woodenly, forward, like a puppet on strings. The animal stalked back and forth agitatedly in the moving shadows. Jekyll stared.
“Who are you? What are you?”
You... made.. me.. this... way...
He was nearly at the bars now. The monster was clearer now, not identifiable, but more easily seen. It was humanoid, but much larger. Bulky muscles the colour and texture of wax bulged from its arms and legs; its heavy torso broad, slick with sweat and covered with dark hair. It raised its head and Jekyll gasped. A pair of green eyes glittered maliciously back at him. He tried to run backwards, but he was glued to the spot in fear. The animal lunged at the bars, causing the cage to shake dangerously.
You... made... me... this... way...
“I... I thought you were dead! I can't feel you! This isn't you! You don't look like this! You never did! How could I have made you this way? Tell me!”
A book appeared at Henry's feet. A strange wind blew it open and ruffled the pages, until it stopped nearly a third of the way through it. He bent down to pick the tome up and began to read aloud.
“'In ancient cultures, it has been known that many toxic compounds that chemists use today in moderation or never were used to increase energy. A prime example of this horrific procedure is evident in the Incas' use of the element arsenic. It was included in recipes to increase the vigour of the consumer, something that took a great deal of trial and error.'”
Henry looked up from the book and stared in terror at the creature grinning evilly at him from behind the bars.
You... made... me.. this... way...
“This... this is what the arsenic did to you?” Jekyll cried, dropping the book and grasping the bars in shock. The caged animal roared in response and backed away. Henry looked at his left hand and gasped. The bars were corroding away under his touch, as if his hand were coated in concentrated acid. He pulled away and saw the imprint of his touch burnt into the bars. A cold shiver ran down his spine. One good rush and the monster could free itself from its prison...
“NO!”
The ship hit a large wave and turned Jekyll out of his hammock, slamming him to the water-logged timber floor.
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