The big eat the small. Gravity can consume solar systems, even whole galaxies. Big fish eat little fish. And a horrible thing in your past can fling you into the void, forcing your life off track. People with these big, horrible holes inside them can eat up everything in their path and just end up hungrier. It make me think about the kind of creatures that could live in a black hole.
Or maybe I’m just hungry. I could really go for some good tomato soup right now.
Here’s Trying.
Do you ever think about death, hypothetical reader? Like, really think about how one day, your body will decay, and taking care of it will no longer be your responsibility, and you won’t have access to its functions and comforts anymore, like moving out of an old house? One day, you, you personally, will know what happens when you die. We don’t get many answers in life about meaning and purpose. There are so many mysteries inherent to humans, and so many things that e just have to accept never really knowing the answers to. But death is not one of those things.
And in a way, that’s beautiful and exciting.
(And if you want to read some actual expert opinions about death positivity check out http://www.orderofthegooddeath.com/)
Here’s A Fascination.
You could call this an experimental draft. It’s a draft because I think that it needs a lot of rewriting. It’s experimental because I experimented with it, because the style and the plot is unusual. It’s thirty-one pages long. And if you want to see some very good writing mixed in with some problems, I would recommend reading it. That being said, this is another one of the summer projects. I am going to work on it, fix it, make edits and changes. If you cannot wait, please, read it! And if you are a writer or reader who want to read this and give me some pointers on how to make it better, I would be very, very thankful.
Here you’ll meet Susan, a woman trapped in her city in a crisis, at the point when the world ends, and the personifications of Order and Chaos finally decide to fight. Because Order is not just organized, but restrictive and cold, and Chaos is not just rebellion but also a loss of control, and a feverish madness. My only goal here is for you to feel things.
Here’s Order and Chaos.
I’d like to write better, and I’d like to think that the things that I so enjoy imagining would be enjoyed by all…if only I could find the right words. So I wrote a poem about it.
At this point I think poetry is something I do compulsively.
Here’s Walnut.
There was just a point in the middle of this year when I decided, “Screw making sense, I’m just going to write what I want to write.” Was this a good decision? Only time will tell.
This is a few excerpts from the little of “Go To Hell” that I finished. It’s a story about David Edwin Blanco, and how he lived his afterlife, and what Hell is. It’s an unfinished story, but I have high hopes for it. I’m going to lengthen it in words and cut out some of the convolutions of plot and give it to you late in the summer, finished.
But most importantly, the next time you see this story it will be much funnier, I promise.
Here’s a preview of Go To Hell.
A short story about a girl who is scared and alone and different. This is one of the first finished stories that I wrote in “my style”, or the style that I’ve been using all this year. It’s…a bit strange, but so is everything I write.
I find that people usually have one of three reactions to my writing. They either love it and think that it’s fantastically creative, hate it and refuse to read more than a paragraph or two, or they just don’t really know what’s going on.
But maybe that just means I should stop taking people from their own houses, dragging them into my basement and forcing them to read my writing.
Here’s Wolf.
Lee writes words. 