The Embryo Man
GenreLiterary Fiction / Romance
Age Rating:R15
Submitted:Friday, 25 December 2009
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Read by:6889 different readers

What if something happened to you one day that was so traumatic it changed the course
of your life forever? Let's say no one knew about it. How do you go on living when the
mere thought of such an event has the power to tear at the very fabric of your existence?
You cannot speak of it with anyone for fear of being ostracized, and so you gradually
begin to slip away. Being alone now has never felt so terrifyingly real. Not knowing
what to do with the lonely hours, you sit in a dark closet and weep.

"Woe unto you who do not believe in nightmares, for I tell you they are real."

Throughout the course of this story, we find a young man earnestly struggling to find
himself, while at the same time, continues to drown himself in a perpetual haze of narcotics
and hallucinogenic substances. Not for the sole purpose of just taking them, but to solve the
eternal question; "Why?" When asked how others may interpret this book, and whether he
felt the book was a little too ambiguous, or over the top for most readers, Charles said
plainly, "we don't have to understand something to appreciate its beauty." Mr. Pendelton's
ideology on drug use differs greatly from the child, he once was, and those who have built
a career around it. People like Aldous Huxley or Timothy Leary, for that matter, who once
claimed he had a degree in LSD.

"People who euphonize drugs are the cancers of our society. They hold themselves back
from achieving the most they can out of life and then panic in the end when they realize
they've thrown their lives away. The only degree I wish to have is of education. Through
education, we can achieve the perfect job, find the perfect companion, and live the perfect
lifestyle. Am I living it, no, but at least I can say I jumped out of the blender in time to
save myself from being pulled into the mix."

Our story centers around a day in the life of a troubled teenager. From the very moment,
he awakens to the following day, you are taken on a surrealistic journey into the heart of
a psychoactive world filled with madness and its own special charm. A world of intrigue
and imagination. In this land, you are guided through a labyrinth of joy and sorrow as seen
through the writer's own two eyes. Visit a magical place where one's perception of reality is
transformed into that of the devil's playground. In this plain of time, nothing is as it seems
and man becomes the illusion. Toward the end of the story, our young narrator who has
absolutely no prospects for survival clearly does find himself, but only after an intense and
alarming battle in the realm of the damned. "For the most part, it was the last day I would
experiment with drugs of any kind. A wake up call for me to leave my tear-stained past
behind and attempt to live again." This is one of the few novels I have ever read, where I
almost seem to be yearning for the author to remain in the moment, rather than wishing they
would just get to the point already! In truth, this book has no business existing in the outside
world, for it focuses on the inner workings of a fragile human mind and all the misconstrued
virtues of a repressed society. Although this story is a biographical account of a handwritten
ledger luxuriously compiled into a narrative by Mr. Charles Pendelton, the nature of
circumstances dictated within its borders are said to be true. I assure you, they were only
meant to chronicle the events of that day as they unfolded. What the reader does not know,
however, are the tormented afflictions plaguing the writer. This "immense burden, ladened
with tears of anguish" is soon to reveal itself unto its readers. Before that is made known, the
book opens its heart unto the world like no book ever has or should ever have to. Only then
does our little tale become a timeless and endearing love story. One for the ages. A bond
which has been forever immortalized throughout the annals of time. During those intense
moments, our readers will slowly succumb to the realization that he or she has in fact
touched the inner core of all human sorrows. However, it is only for that one particular
chapter which clearly outlines the underlying structure for the whole entire book.

"So accept my gift for it is all I have to offer you; and know how much I loved her."


List of chapters

Ch. 0 Epigraph
Ch. 1 Upon waking eyes
Ch. 2 The mystical realm of Neptali Sable
Ch. 3 Weed Island to the Raven
Ch. 4 The Adventures of Billy and Bravo
Ch. 5 Danger on the thirteenth floor!
Ch. 6 That deadly nutmeg tree
Ch. 7 Into the world of work spins Mother
Ch. 8 The rise and fall of progress
Ch. 9 Early morning visit
Ch. 10 The story of Captain Hook
Ch. 11 The Curator
Ch. 12 Three trails of serenity
Ch. 14 A long fabrication of tall tales woven
Ch. 15 The conjurer of wicked little minds
Ch. 16 The land of dry tonics
Ch. 17 Enter the field of Ah
Ch. 18 The olde greenhouse
Ch. 19 The dreaded Silo 3
Ch. 20 Where Eagle Creek divides
Ch. 21 An evening with Dr. Doom
Ch. 22 The great quest toward evening
Ch. 23 The wonderful workings of a time machine
Ch. 24 Demons wail in the chapel of Hell
Ch. 25 The Hedgehogs are here
Ch. 26 My impressive imagination
Ch. 27 The man who went berserk!
Ch. 28 A pleasant journey to the Hash Hut
Ch. 29 The Mystery Man and The Clown!
Ch. 30 The incredible expedition
Ch. 31 The shattered mind
Ch. 32 Harmony, my dearest angel - (Prelude)
Ch. 33 Harmony, my dearest angel - (1970)
Ch. 34 Harmony, My dearest angel - (1971)
Ch. 35 Harmony, my dearest angel - (1972)
Ch. 36 Harmony, my dearest angel - (1972) part II
Ch. 37 Harmony, my dearest angel - (1973)
Ch. 38 Harmony, my dearest angel - (1973) Part II
Ch. 39 Harmony, my dearest angel - (1974)
Ch. 40 Harmony, my dearest angel - (1974) Part II
Ch. 41 Harmony, my dearest angel - (Postlude)
Ch. 42 The grim intestine
Ch. 43 Metamorphis face
Ch. 44 From the depths of Hades
Ch. 45 The puzzle of perception
Ch. 46 The ominous Mr. Wong
Ch. 47 Visions from a heavenly sky
Ch. 48 The horseless carriage
Ch. 49 The Spanish room
Ch. 50 How late is thy morning hour


Abby Vandiver Wednesday, 18 July 2012
Your words are very nice, I definitely like your writing style, but I haven't the faintest idea what it is about. It seems to me, and perhaps just because I couldn't follow, that you jump all over. Initially the mother was up doing her usual morning things and then she was back up because she only went to relieve herself. I am thouroughly lost.
Lady Coldfeather Saturday, 7 April 2012
I'll be honest, I struggled to stay with have a natural talent but sometimes it seems to me that you're being quite pretentious or trying to hard. Also I feel like this character just doesn't belong in the setting, and as for the drugs theme...have you ever taken anything before? It doesn't come across that you have any real experience...
However as I said you do have a knack for it. Just try tone down the flowery writing and insert a sense of realism.
:) Galazzy :( Sunday, 6 November 2011
Neat :) Just wondering, have you yourself done any of these substances?
Amy Kulaga Sunday, 26 June 2011
This book is truly worthy of publishing. You choose fantastic word choice! I can't wait to find this book in stores. (if it isn't already)
Peter von Harten Tuesday, 27 July 2010
This is AMAZING!!! =) I love the nostalgic feel. Would you mind checking out my book, "The Orphaned Ones" if you have time? I'd really appreciate it, thanks!!

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