Words on a page are poetry,
Words in the mind are thoughts.
Sharing both can set you free
But hiding your heart will not.
Words in the mind are thoughts.
Sharing both can set you free
But hiding your heart will not.
Words on a page are poetry,
Words in the mind are thoughts. Sharing both can set you free But hiding your heart will not.
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As promised I have slipped into my schedule and have finished another chapter in my current project. However, I thought it might be strange to post a chapter without any introduction at all, especially considering the title (I know, I know- it's morbid sounding). The intention with this story is that it will discuss a deep topic while remaining somewhat light hearted. This will be a challenge especially considering that the topic is death, but I think it might be a fun challenge. What makes it even more challenging is that I am writing this with little planning whatsoever. I have divided the book into eighty chapters along with an introduction and a prologue and the goal is to make the novel at least 100,000 words long. Of course, if you know anything about me, you will know that I tend to find word limits constricting in some sense. Fortunately, the eighty chapter goal helps me along the way because to reach this goal I can still keep my word count per-chapter between 1,000 and 3,000 and I will find myself easily slipping into my goal without much effort.
Now, on to the story itself. As I said previously, this story is coming with very little planning. As a result, I don't have much of an idea yet as to what will happen in the story, but there are some things I am certain of. The story follows a young man named Charles who has an extraordinary nose and a knack for falling through realities. This means that he somehow finds himself floating in and out of different worlds and watching them blink out of existence. The narrator, Skelly, is extremely involved in his subject's story and offers a humorous commentary along the way. Every world that Charles sees is different, and every one of them ends with the day, but not all leave a black void where they are no more. Some worlds are not prepared for the end, some are. Some worlds are waiting to death while some push it away. The goal of the story is to ask the question- what should one do to prepare for the end? Here is a short snippet from the introductory chapter in which the narrator, Skelly, is discussing Charles' nose: "Anywho, back to “my” introduction to “our” story. This tale is the kind that must be envisioned more than read or heard. It must be felt more than seen. It must be. However, to truly be it must have a central element and I choose to focus on Charles’ nose. The nose is very ordinary and very plain. There is the tiniest dash of red freckles on the very tip top and a little zit withering in the corner. Sprouting a forest of black hair, the nose is currently clogged and a little bit swollen. The corners are lightly dusted with the purples and blues of a fading bruise, indicating he has been in a recent conflict with either a human or with an object. I will give you a little hint as to the future contents of this tale: it is always an object. Well, I suppose that is all for the moment. If I say too much I will spoil the ending, which would be terrible! Of course, let’s face it- you probably read the ending already anyways. You always do." |