The Blood Garden: Echoes of Silence

By Chad Wickwire

The Blood Garden series was a concept I created to explain what may have happened to the Garden of Eden after Adam and Eve were expelled from the garden, and Echoes of Silence is a story, a story where a man can see past the veil and directly into the garden, the darkness that now resides there since the fall of mankind, and his personal inner demons that haunt him and about how he then deals with what he saw when he glimpsed into the garden. He must explore and deal with his reality.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jan 3, 2022
• ISBN: 9781662460746

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Chapter 1

The Awakening

The echoes began for Alex, not with a whimper but with a whisper saying, Daddy, nooooo! Please don’t let him hurt me… Daddy, I can’t see you… Daddy, please help me…

Alex, what are you doing? Stop, please!

Then out of the darkness, they came, sharp as a spear, tearing through his very soul and ripping out his heart. The pain was unbearable for him. As he turned, about to check his surroundings, he saw a glow off into the darkness. He reached toward the glow despite it being close. He could not touch it or move toward the light. It was like something was holding him back.

Whatever it was was holding him back and keeping him away from entering the light from within the darkness. The darkness seemed to have a mind of its own, preventing him from entering the light and engulfing him into an eternal abyss of blackness.

Alex began to struggle and fight the inky darkness acting like quicksand enveloping him in empty darkness that imprisoned him by chains of darkness in a cell of silence.

Alex tried to scream, but he did not have a mouth in which to cry out. Although he couldn’t speak, the world was not all quiet. He heard faint and indecipherable whispers echoing and emanating from the surrounding darkness.

As Alex floated alone and was in despair, a glowing rift appeared from the depths of the nothingness. After watching the rift for what seemed like days but could have been hours, the rift abruptly burst into flames, which shifted through a spectrum of colors.

As Alex stared back at the fire burned from yellow to blue, then blue to red, then to white, and then into a green flame before changing a pattern, the green fire seemed to burn the longest, which gave him a glimmer of hope that he would make it out of this dark place somehow.

The enigmatic rift was beautiful and hypnotic, but what did it mean?

Even though Alex could not figure out the fire, he began to have an inner urge to want to go into the fire and to escape the darkness. So he struggled and fought with everything he had to free himself from these chains that seemed to be holding him down.

Alex fought and fought, but just when he was beginning to feel weak and trapped, he reached deep within himself. He built up one last burst of what he thought was his last ounce of strength and broke free from the chains that were imprisoning him.

As Alex freed himself, he began to hear the whispering cries of children from out of the darkness in which they came. They seemed to taunt him deeply, and then he followed them as he headed toward the fiery rift.

When Alex had just about reached the outside of the fiery rift, the rift turned into a black shadowing fire, and the rift began to close a little bit more as he got closer to it.

As he investigated the rift, he saw images of people and places that he seemed to somewhat remember but was not sure.

When he was upon the cusp of the rift, he saw a pair of eyes glaring back at him.

And then in that moment, he heard a voice say to him, You are mine, Alphalym, and a hand reached out from the rift and pulled him in.

The dark fire from the fiery rift began to engulf him, and then in that very moment, Alex then awoke with a pounding headache. His eyes felt like they were on fire! He tried to look around the small room, but everything was fuzzy and dark.

He was unable to make out anything at the first try. He stood up, and he began to stumble around the room at first. He put his hands to his head, grasping at the pain caused by the pounding headache and trying to figure out why it hurt so badly. He realized he was originally lying on a bed, but now he was lying on his face on the floor and needed to try to sit up to look around again. Still blinded by darkness, he began to feel around the room.

As his eyes became more into focus, he was able to see a block of padding next to the wall on the other side of the small room.

He stood up and stumblingly walked over to it and collapsed on it. Although it was only three steps away from where he was, his head and body felt like it weighed a ton. He then tried to look around at the room he was in again.

Looking from in front of the padded bed across the room, there was a small door. It looked like as if there was a slot for a tray to go through and a small window that he would be able to see himself in like a mirrored image, but not through it, but others could see in. The window was probably directional.

The walls seemed to all be covered in padding, but then he thought to himself, Why would the room be padded?

He was not the type that would hurt himself or another person, but he could not recall a reason that somebody would throw him in a padded room.

While he lay there, trying to figure out how he got there, he started to feel tired and drifted back to sleep. As he lay there in that room, trying to fall back to sleep, he thought that he could hear whispering or people talking in a low tone in what he thought could be a hallway. Just as the voices were almost understandable, the slot on the door opened, and a tray was pushed through.

Alex tried to yell out, Why am I here?

Alex did not get a response back from anyone.

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