I look into the abyss, and the abyss looks back into me
and i jump . Somebody just asked me if they could translate my story into German. Naturally, I'm a bit in awe...
It turns out that this summer has been particularly opportune for productivity: I've just finished my second ~30,000 word story within weeks of the first one. The one I'm talking about now has spanned over a year in age. The question now is, do I really want to post them here? Or should they stay locked up in the misty depths of the fanfiction world?
I choke on my own tears and try to pretend everything isn't falling apart. This is ridiculous, I tell myself sadly. It's not even something to cry over.
I keep crying anyways, just because I feel so sorry for myself. ..Pathetic. I have begun making a list of my favorite words. For instance, did you know that 'pacific' can be an adjective? Or that when your fur bristles, you are experiencing a physical 'horripilation?' And that 'horripilation' has been underlined in red just now because my computer doesn't believe it is a real word? When, in fact, it is.
See for yourself, if you don't believe me. two days early, but I can already see it:
fire flowers, screaming through the air. my self-esteem should not depend on a number. but somehow, this is the way it has become now.
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