Faustina lay in the dark, panting; her breath slapped against the invisible walls of her safe room. Her eyes looked for any light to catch themselves on. There was none.
“Safe,” she muttered, although she didn’t feel it.
Category: Writing
Plus One
In every story, in every novel, there is a primary character. This character is the only TRUE protagonist and everyone else is merely supporting this character on their journey.
That protagonist is the narrator.
Conversational Buddhas
He said still in his seat and sighed, blissfully sinking into the chair and conversation. His mind glided over images of his fellow creatures. “Nature abounds in absurdities.”
“How so?” She asked. Her feet rooted to the ground, drawing energy through non-motion and the turbulence of the inner, both of the Earth and of herself. She looked at the man across from her. He too was energy.
Conversational Animals
“Nature abounds in absurdities,” a great ape with opposable thumbs and a sense of superiority in his evolutionary state said.
“How so,” barked another great ape, laryngeal grunts and woofs forming a rudimentary communication with fits and snips. She fought the urge to scratch her scalp.
The Shaman War
“The border between the Real and the Unreal is not fixed, but just marks the last place where rival gangs of shamans fought each other to a standstill.”
– Robert Anton Wilson
“There’s so few of us now,” Lucinda said. He stepped over the wreckage of the passenger craft down the torn remnants of a hallway. “Ebabwe is gone, so is Helena. There are so few of us to shape things anymore.”
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