I have started writing again... yay! :)

I have been picking back up on ZEIT where I had left off and so far I've got some fair ideas for it thus far. I have one reader (who is really into it, I might add) and I hope more can come from that. It's at least good to know that someone has at least an inkling of interest in my work... :'D

And for the confusion as far as Serge the Great is concerned - it is a pen name and identity of mine that I've had for the longest time; Serge Bernardine.

Anyway, chapter nine of ZEIT is now up. The chapters are fairly short (which should make easy for people who hate reading long, obligitory paragraphs) and perhaps at least keep someone interested.

I still debate about posting this entirely publicly, though. I tried it once, but I may try it again. Maybe I can still get more readers through this way... :P

CHAPTER 9

Just as I were regaining conciousness, I didn't realize this motorbike was literally steering toward the very sidewalk I found myself thrown onto. The minute I noticed this, I threw my aching body into the nearest door well just time to see the bike tip over; its rider flying off, skidding to the ground as the bike was twisted into a nearby lightpole. If the driver was lucky enough, they may have survived.

...I know I did.

When the surrounding area drowned with silence once more, I slowly peaked to seek any movement - none, whatsoever. It was then I started to panic, but keep my cool. Last thing I needed was to be accused of being involved somehow.

Eventually I found myself crouching before the body, who was tipped over lazily to the side, hair disheveled over the face without a helmet.

Gradually, as I warily investigated the body, I soon realized it bore a slender frame - obviously she was a girl. Just as I was to turn her over on her back, she twitched, moving a bit with my reactions. Evidently she realized someone was poking around at her and she immediately grew shocked and jerked from my touch.

"Back off!" she squeeled warily, dragging herself from me. She literally seemed as if she were a bit wounded herself. I lifted both hands to reassure her I wasn't some creep.

"Chill out, I was checking to see if you were breathing."

A moment's pause.

"I just wrecked myself... but my bike is nowhere."

However, the only response I managed to get out of her were a pair of wild eyes; eyes that seemed all too familiar...