This is an author reading of the first seven parts of my current Freewrite Series “NoName". The d.tube video can be watched by clicking on the photo at the top of the post. If you have trouble watching it, you can watch the youtube video below:

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Part One: Intensity
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As I stepped into the wormhole I felt my body being ripped apart, atom by atom. It strangely wasn't as unpleasant as it sounds. Suddenly, I could see the universe as it was, with an intensity I had never thought possible. Disconnected from myself as I was now, I had never felt more connected to the universe, I had never felt so alive, even though technically I was not.
The intensity of the experience made my trip feel as though it had taken years, although in reality my journey was instantaneous and I stepped through the wormhole exit a milli-moment later and collapsed onto the floor. Hands grabbed me, pulled me to them and I felt the warmth of the others.
"You'll be alright," I heard Chip say, his rough voice had a softness to it now.
Graver had said that the journey would change us, that the pulling apart and reassembly of our atoms would make us different from before. "More whole," he had said. "You will never be the same again."
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Part Two: Portal
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Marie handed me a cup of water and I drank from it, downing all of the precious liquid.
Chip laughed, "thirsty work, ain't it boy?"
I nodded. My vision had cleared now, I could see the others. Marie looked concerned, Chip looked as he always did: like a big rock. France... where the fuck was France? I stood up and looked around me, back at the shimmering portal.
"Where is France?" I said. Chip looked away, his face cloudy, troubled. Marie looked like she was going to cry. "Where the fuck is she?" I yelled.
"She didn't make it," Chip said.
"What the fuck do you mean," I choked on the words.
Marie put her arms around me. "Graver warned us the journey through the portal was not always straightforward," she said.
"But she's okay? She just didn't come through. Right?"
Marie shook her head. "She was deconstructed, lost in the wormhole..."
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Part Three: Resurrect
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I shook myself free from Marie's comforting hug, ignoring the hurt on her face.
"But there must be something we can do! We can't leave her out... out there - wherever there is - deconstructed!"
Chip shook his head. "We all knew the risk, man," he said, his huge hands held up in what I assumed was some kind of calming gesture. "France knew them as well as we did."
I swallowed. I hadn't really appreciated the risks. I hadn't believed in them. Had France?
"But there must be something we can do."
"This is reality, man. Not some kind of crappy story. We can't bring her back, resurrect her like in the Bible and stuff."
I began to pace up and down, aware that Chip and Marie were staring at me. "There must be a way."
"She isn't France anymore," Marie said. "All her atoms were separated, they can't be put back together. She is lost to us. We owe it to her to carry on. To complete the thing that we came here to do."
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Part Four: Slug
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And it was that easy for Marie and Chip. To just forget France and move on.
Perhaps, I was being unfair.
After all, I knew that sitting on the floor crying wasn't going to bring France back. And I knew that she would want us to carry on.
"We've got a job to do," she said, before stepping through the portal. "Let's get on with it."
Her last words to the group. Her last words to me.
"Come on, then," I said straightening up. "Let's go and find Slug."
Chip slapped me on the shoulder, a friendly gesture that almost knocked me back onto my arse. "Good lad," he said. "You know that's what she worked for."
I nodded, and Marie gave me a quick hug, took my arm and we both followed Chip out of the room. Outside, it was quiet. It was dark here, early morning or late at night, I wasn't sure. Chip seemed to know where he was going, he didn't even consult the device he held loosely in his dinner plate hand.
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Part Five: Shade
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They came out of the shadows almost as soon as we had left the building.
No. They were the shadows.
Before Chip could raise his devise, a Shade had touched him and he shivered, crumpled and the life force fled from his broken body. Marie, and I, faced them, back to back.
We had been trained for this, I tried to remind myself. We can beat them.
The Shades feared light, and we had light. Marie pulled a lamp from her pocket, I had my device in my hand the torch function shining at the creatures as the circled us. They flinched when the light touched them, shrieked with pain if we could keep the beam focused for more than a few seconds.
The Shades began to retreat, as Marie and I inched forward, out backs still touching, our eyes darting around us, trying to see into the darkness, searching for the deathly creatures.
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Part Six: Filthy Rich
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"I think they've gone," Marie said, her head turned, her breath hot on my ear. "Let's keep going. But keep watching. They'll be back."
I nodded and we inched forward, shining our torches around us. The beam picked out the pile of dust that once had been Chip and beside him the device he had been carrying. I bent down and picked it up, slipping it into my pocket, a tear rolling down my face.
How had I ever let him talk me into this?
"I know this guy," he had said, taking a long slug of the malty energy drink he favoured after a workout. "Clever man, filthy rich too. He needs a team to do something for him."
I raised an eyebrow. I'd known Chip for years, and he was a solid guy. But the jobs he lined up were usually on the wrong side of legal. I didn't have a problem with that. Usually. But I seemed to be on someone's watchlist.
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Part Seven: In the Box
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"You're on someone's watchlist," Dirk said, looking me in the eye, sipping his pint. I raised an eyebrow.
Dirk was worked with the Government. I never knew exactly what he did, I never asked: it was better that way.
"Just tread carefully. You have made a few enemies recently."
I took a sip of my bitter, and nodded. It was true, lately I had been losing friends and gaining enemies. The problem with my line of work is you tended not to please anyone any of the time. I felt something nudge my knee, under the table. "Are you getting fresh with me, Dirk?" I said.
"Take the box," he said.
I took hold of the small square item. "What's in the box, Dirk?" I asked, slipping it into my pocket.
"Don't be so impatient," he said. "Just don't use your home computer," he looked me in the eye, again. "It isn't safe."
I nodded, thanking him with a wink. "Another pint?"
Dirk shook his head, "I have to go."
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“Hey I got the book and want to tell you how much I enjoyed your story! Loved the twist at the end… you somehow nearly always manage to produce an unexpected twist... . Love the care you take with your characters, intertwining them.” @owasco