100 DAYS PROJECT: #24
Everywhere
The theme is fear, memories that never go away but grow up to exploit what they know will turn us to jello: “nightmares are born in the womb”
What came out of this was in that strange voice that sometimes whispers in a way almost as scary as the voices you hear in the dark.
The map structure is a simple one, attempting to catch the different lexias without too much repetition and yet some are better the second time around. It is lyrical prose, or just plain old freeform, but there is a story to be told.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
June 15th, 2009 at 12:40 pm
Incredible…you have me wishing I could write like you do every single time. Also, I’m never dreaming the same way again, I think. Nicely done.
June 15th, 2009 at 3:48 pm
Thanks for reading the story and your too-kind words.
So maybe your muse was hiding out at my house for a coupla days?