The beginning chapter of a story told through items sent to readers, left in public spaces, buried, hidden, and sometimes lost.
Thank you all so very much for your support.
I am so incredibly grateful.
I have something for you.
It is a story, and a new way to tell it.
Find the Starlight is an interactive storytelling project, I suppose you could say. But the story here is all-important to the project itself. The story is the entire purpose of the project.
And it's a story I think you'll want to hear.
It is a story about finding your way. About tough decisions and tougher consequences. About loss, and darkness, and hope.
Chapter One: Spark and Smoke has started. And I need your help to finish this chapter.
Go here to see what has begun and how far it has come.
Your help will allow me to complete this chapter by June, and will go directly to gathering and transporting the remaining Alchemy Starter Sets, as well as the arrangements necessary for them to help tell this chapter of the story.
“You’re here to see someone you love.”
The woman with the red hat was looking at him now.
“You’re here to see someone you love,” she repeated.
His smile broadened. “What makes you say that?”
“Because you’ve been sitting here alone with your suit and backpack smiling at the floor for half an hour. You’re not here on business, because you have a backpack, and not a briefcase or something fancier. And you’re wearing all black with no tie. And you don’t look like a man who would run a nightclub. So I’d say you’re here for pleasure and not business. Then there is that smile. Then there is that box you’re holding. It’s too beautiful to be holding something boring, or even something for someone boring. So who is she?”
“Who said it’s a woman?”
“True, true. I’m sorry. I should know better than to make assumptions in this city. Who is he or she?”
The subway slowed. The conductor’s voice came over the speaker. “Powell Street.”
He smiled at her sitting there in her jacket that looked like it was made for Everest expeditions, while wearing that hat he had seen women wear in groups with their purple dresses. Maybe she was a low-ranking member of that order who hadn’t earned the purple dress yet.
“Someone very close to me,” he replied.
“I can tell. It’s all in that smile, and how you carry yourself. It’s all over you.”
The subway stopped, the doors opened, and he stood.
“I knew I was right,” she beamed. “Well bless you and whoever it is, and I’ll go back to minding my own business.”
“I’m sorry, I wish I could say you were right.” He was still smiling as he stepped through the doors. He turned around to face her as she sat waiting to leave. “I’m not here to love someone. Not this time.”
His smile weakened a little.
“I’m here to kill someone.”
The doors closed, and he saw her shock through the warped glass as the train left.
Risks and challenges Learn about accountability on Kickstarter
Every undertaking comes with obstacles. Mine is no exception.
But the obstacles for this chapter are few. The sets simply need to find their way to their owners.
That path, the distance it spans, and the number of sets I can release are limited only by the help I get here.
I want to show you something.
Please help me.
The music in the above video is called "Scrap 2," and was kindly provided by the very talented Luke Stark. Visit him at music.lukestark.com to hear more of his brilliance.
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