“Nothing to be done now,” Paul sighed. “Last time they emerged after only a day. Twenty-four hours. The paste Alice gave me should be wearing off too. They’ll smell me soon enough and the whole area will become an overturned hornet’s nest. Just like last time.” Continue reading
Two weeks, no posts. Sorry about that. I’ve been working on this particular story for some time now, never quite getting it to the point where I felt comfortable publishing it or in this case, sharing it with others. To paraphrase Hamlet, the ending is the thing, one which I haven’t been able to master yet. Honestly, most felt either unoriginal, confusing, or just plain weak, and after sixteen different iterations (sad, isn’t it?) I think I’ve found one that works.
Maybe . . .
The blood dripped freely from Paul’s arm as he shuffled into the kitchen. The cut had not been deep. Only a mere scratch, but he had tripped coming out from the forest, aggravating it. The bandages – if you could call them that – a few medicinal leaves stuffed into the cut, held in place by a few torn strips from Solomon’s bed, swelled with the reddish-brown hue of dried blood. It was all that could be spared so Paul did not complain. At the least the throbbing had subsided, now only a slow waltz; his fall among the roots and trees had inflamed the pain into a tarantella, making the last league to the house an ordeal.
Many apologies for the absence of posts lately. In my effort to see my name in print, I’ve been writing non-stop, adding some finishing touches on some of my short stories. In some cases, the damage is minimal: a little spackle here, a new coat of paint, repair some dangling participles, done. For others, the internal structure was a mess, infested with confusing plot, ambiguous characters, and one rather egregious split infinitive.
Anyway, if any of you can direct me to some admirable sci-fi/fantasy magazines, I’d highly appreciate it. Ample thanks and Dasad’s first-born child will be yours.
Seeing as we’re nearing Halloween, I thought to share a little Lux Aeterna with you though until I manage to get my act together. I’m still a little shaky on my costume this year but might take a page from Jim during this evening’s Office. BookFace: the popular social-networking site!