Tag Archives: The Novel I’ve almost written
Argument with Self: 12/23/1016
“Do you really need to have the walls melt here?” “It looks cool.” “Sure, but does it add anything besides that?” “It’s been there for over a year and a half now, taking it out seems wrong.” “That’s mythos. Next.” … Continue reading
Dream #3
Tears fall, wiped by stubby young fingers, misery guided by the jubilant dance of beads and feather. Bodies cleansed and given by jagged rock to faith and fear. Time binding and stretching in doomed struggle against divining force. Weeping met … Continue reading
Dream #2
Chattel dressed as men bathe in sweat, death, and whatever fluid the body can spare. The hull bleeds out men and timber like a septic wound, letting in the burn of fresh ocean water. Drums beat as half-whole oar-man groan … Continue reading
Dream #1
Coarseness grips my limbs, roping hands to feet. The musk of sweaty sulfur burns my sinuses, bringing clarity to the face of calm unhurried justice. Pain heard but not felt by the desperate choking screams as my shoulders fold back … Continue reading
Final Exodus
So this is another thing I found in the high school folder of my umpteen-backuped writing folder. The difference between this one and the one before is that this one is something that was rewritten nearly a decade later and … Continue reading
