The Feared Birth (segment of a story not by the same name)

Short example of my writing style

Veiled in a thick cloak of mist, a young and very naked boy was afloat within a dark and twisted landscape. Silently, he took in the world around him. His lungs filled and emptied. Each time, the reality surrounding him changed him. Each time, he ever so slightly changed it.

The mist shrouded him, protected him, but it also paid him a disservice. In safely hiding him, the mist prevented the child from seeing the beauty which surrounded him. But the mist began to lose its sparkle. It no longer danced in the warmth of the light. The acrid fumes of war enveloped the slumbering parcel. Memories of stagnant politics and hatred filled his nostrils. Mysteriously, the changes within him mirrored the changes without. As he had in the past altered reality with a mere breath, a well-placed word, he now was unconsciously changing the world with an uncomfortable dream.

Something stirred within the fetal boy, as if a repulsion. Expressions of confusion, pain and frustration were subtly worn. A twitch here and there became more common, as the hypnic jerk foretold awakening. The boy began to hear. Nothingof joy. Guttural roars. Influential screams and gasps of death echoed within his billowing prison. These unwanted and exterior intrusions began to infiltrate his dreams, his fantasy, his uneducated and very much created reality.

Salty sweat emerged from his skin as the world around him demanded his attention. His eyes began to flutter as the tendrils of smoke turned black. The child rolled about as he was coming to and everything around him withered and decayed. Slowly the smoke fell to the cold soil as the child took his first steps. With eyes closed, hands upturned and outstretched, the young boy took his first, deep conscious breath. The smoke dissipated as if to fear him.

With his feet firmly on the ground and an unobstructed view of what lay before him, he opened his eyes. There was a calm, like before all great disasters. Then the world wished they had never disturbed his slumber.

Author's Note

This was a quick blast to the beginning of a tale. I have more to this. It shifts drastically into a scifi story one might not expect.