Gordon Sykes is OUT

Gordon Sykes is OUT

PaulWADE Author

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09 August 2013

Chronicles of Gordon Sykes.

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Two newly published 'Short Stories'.

I hope you will enjoy them...  




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The Chronicles of Gordon Sykes.
Volume One : New Worlds
By, PaulWADE.









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  • If there is any confusion over my name, I can resolve this right away.
  • PulpKult was, and still is, my trading name. The name appears on my Published books.
  • So; PaulWADE-PulpKult is ME!!! 
  • Gordon Sykes? He's the main character in my new book.

Volume One : New Worlds.




Foreword –



Gordon Sykes is being pursued. Confused as well as annoyed, he realizes that if he is to survive, he must create a new world to live in. High up in the mountains, he builds a city made from just his thoughts; buildings, roads, and even people to keep him company. But all is not well in Gordon's imaginary utopia; his city has a darker element to it. He finds criminality and cruelty which he certainly did not invent himself.



Could it be that his pursuers have finally managed to catch up with him? It's time Gordon Sykes makes a stand and cleanses his world of these unwanted intruders.



THE CHRONICLES OF GORDON SYKES.
Volume One – New Worlds.
By, PaulWADE

Chapter One. Escape


Gordon Sykes was feeling strange.
Indeed, within himself he was feeling quite lost.
Why was he here, in such a strange featureless place?
Regretfully, he couldn't quite understand what was wrong.
The face which kept appearing over him, was extremely disturbing, to say the very least. Quite ugly too if the truth were known. It did go away for long periods of time though. This pleased Gordon no end.
During the absence of the face however, he could hear his name being called, over and over again.
This was equally as annoying as the ugly face had been.
Gordon was losing his tolerance with both, by the minute.
Gordon Sykes did not like being bullied, or shouted at. He had decided this long ago; he was fairly sure that he thought he had decided this. In any case. Even if he had only this minute come up with this dislike, he was definitely not going to be bullied any longer, especially by this unpleasant face, or the grating voices.
"Gordon?" The voice again...
"Gordon. Gordon Sykes?"
"Gordon?"...
"Gordon?"... "Gordon Sykes?"
And so it went on, and on...

Gordon Sykes vaguely remembered he had been somewhere else, exactly where, would come to him presently, he was certain of that, but for now, he would concentrate solely upon not being here any longer. He really must go.
Gordon Sykes didn't like here ... Wherever here was. 
In fact here, was horrible.
The voice and especially the face , were too much for him, much too much.
Through his squinted eyes Gordon saw... Nothing.
Everything was white, a very bright white, for as far as his vision allowed; perhaps for ever.
Gordon Sykes could somehow remember being the master of his own world. True, it was not completely clear to him, but somewhere in the depths of his mind he could remember things going very much better for him.
Gordon tried concentrating. It hurt a little to do too much concentrating, so he just let himself drift a little in free thought, as he liked to think of it.
Then, suddenly it came flooding back.
Gordon remembered that he had lived in his own mind; he had created a world of his very own. And, he had enjoyed every single moment in that well ordered world.
Gordon Sykes would return there, to his very own world.
A world of instant changes and as fast as lightening decisions.
Ah yes. Finally, Gordon Sykes was back.
His first change would be no ugly faces.
He recalled the extremely annoying ugly face that kept staring at him.
Gordon was unsure why he had been so interesting to this face.
It didn't matter, she was gone now.
The voice or voices too, were gone. Gordon mentally rejoiced.
Soon the face will be replaced by more beautiful ones; everywhere there will be only beautiful faces. Gordon Sykes felt at last, or again, free.
As quickly as he possibly could, Gordon created in his own new world, a beach, a long clean white beach. Of course he made the ocean a soft blue-green, with five feet tall rollers crashing in; just off the rim-line of his sandy beach. The creamy mixture of surf and sand flushing together and then pushing forward with each new wave. Now that's more like it, he thought joyfully.
Gordon spread down a towel, a huge beach towel.
He was delighted because he had made it a bright red towel. Gordon liked red.
He lay down upon the towel and stared up at the sky... Oops. Silly me; he had forgotten all about the sunshine. Stupid man, he rebuked himself. No point having the power to create my own world full of beauty, if I am going to forget things. Instantly there was the sun, high and bright, set against a clear blue sky. Gordon even remembered to make the horizon shimmer, just a little bit.
There, now I can think about all the plans for my exciting new world.
I can decide what comes next. And then, I shall create...
Fifteen seconds later Gordon Sykes was fast asleep.
In his dreams, which were more like dreams within dreams, Gordon felt himself being pulled, pushed and somehow pressed into thoughts and imaginings he had no desire to follow. The places he saw and the sounds he heard became somehow confused. He was absolutely unsure of himself one moment, yet strong confident and all-powerful the next.
These were his dreams; somewhere deep within his mind of minds, he felt it was so. Gordon tried to push back, against these sensations of loss, of despair. The joy of new and exciting possibilities replaced them, but not completely.
He could see in this dream some magnificent buildings. Realizing that the changes he could create were equally fantastic. In his mind, his buildings were beautiful too. Gordon did feel though, that to change all the pillars in the entrance halls from being vertical to laying horizontal, just so he could make a point, was at best childish and achieved no possible advantage whatsoever.


Indeed, he felt somehow silly to have done such a thing. Although those thoughts did cross his mind, it did not stop him from behaving recklessly, nor did he put things back the way he had found them.



 Gordon Sykes
Volume One : New Worlds.
The Chronicles of Gordon Sykes.



















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