Alright, before we begin, I want to list a few important things. Firstly I want to mention that I worked hard to write, rewrite, and edit this and further stories. Feedback and criticism is greatly appreciated so that I can make better works later. Next, I want to say that this is my first story BUT please start reading before judging and leaving. I believe my story has a possibility to be something special, if I put in the time. Finally, the smurfs belong to Peyo, not to me, but the only character in this chapter does belong to me. Hope you enjoy!
"Ugh" I groaned as I opened my eyes. I tried to sit up, but I felt so weak. I quickly realized that I was looking up at some trees but the trees seemed so big. Everything did… It was strange. Looking to my left and right, I saw I was in the middle of some kind of wreckage. I seemed to be fine, no broken bones, but pretty beaten up. Then I tried to remember how I had gotten here.
Where am I? What am I doing here?
As I tried to remember, my mind came back blank. As I tried to remember what I was doing before, my mind came blank. As I tried to remember who I was, there was nothing.
"Okay, okay. I'll be fine. Chances are somebody'll be looking for me. Everybody has a friend." I quickly said. It was a chance, a hope that maybe I could figure out who I was. But even so, I couldn't even remember my own name!
"Oh god, my head" I groaned as I put my hand against my temple. I noticed two things very quickly when I put my hand in front of my face. Firstly, my hand had a few splotches of blood on it. Secondly, my hand was blue and had four fingers. For some reason, the latter really bothered me. I had no idea what life should look like, but I felt like an alien being blue.
With more strength, I sat up and got a better look of my surroundings. I had a white hat on and a matching pair of trousers, but they looked torn up and muddied. I had no shirt on, and instead saw cuts and scratches across my body. Surely enough, I was in what looked like a crash. I could see snapped branches above me, and around me was a mixture of twigs, fiber and what looked like wooden poles. A hang glider I thought. Wait, what's a hang glider? I searched my memory, excited to see I could remember something, anything, and discovered I knew the basics of a hang glider.
"A hang glider is a design that uses a light frame and cloth material to catch air below it to slow falling while keeping forward momentum by using a V shape." I looked further into my mind, but found nothing; at least I knew how I had gotten here. I landed in a lucky spot, too. I had soft grass under me while a few feet away was a giant rock that could've broken a bone or snapped my neck. At least it seemed giant; it was probably only some inches across.
"Well, I suppose I should get busy now. It looks like nightfall is in a few hours." I said as I stood up and started to rummage through the wreckage, looking for anything useful.
That's it for chapter one. If you want to see more, please review and more specifically tell me why you do/don't like my writing. Should I stick to 1st person point of view or switch to 3rd for the rest of the story? I seriously hope to improve; I've never written a story before, and I'd rather get feedback before submitting more chapters. Chapters should come in waves; especially expect them on weekends. Thank you for reading, and hope you have a smurfy day.