Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked
The way she'd act and the colour of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she's not there!Cruise cessation, smoking, and other things I've happily given up
There's always some sentiment to start with the beginning, yet at my age the beginning could be many years ago, with only thin strands connecting one important moment with another. Yet, in fairness, and with respect to the great mystery and wonder what comes with living our lives over time, even these little moments are memorable and important for their own reasons. The only thing to do is get to know how to...
Chapter 6: Bandits AbroadOutlaws rode during the infrequent sunsets, setting off gunpowder pistols and tipping over trash cans, hooting and hollering while they did it. Riding behind them on their black metallic steeds were women in loose clothing, torn and twisted by the swirling vortex of the bandit lifestyle. Some of them loved the freedom and the danger. Some of them had no choice.They moved between settlements causing a ruckus and tried to draw the dumber, prouder townsfolk away to their campsite, hoping to kill and rob anyone so foolish as to follow them. They acted like kids at summer camp, moving from bunk to bunk and bullying arou...
Chapter 4Across the river, the general sifted through maps on the large combat table in the middle of the room. Engineers huddled at the edge of the table, bowed in a bit of submission."seriously, how long does it take to collate all these drawings?" he said, sliding a metal file into an aluminum waste basket."it's not like I have to promote him," he said. Perhaps the most literate and least creative creatures on the planet, General Parnassus had a penchant for pandemonium and was extremely paranoid. Everyone was always making a move against him and his army, and this required the most devastating response. "let him keep working, it's not ...
PrologueOf course. We provide free death, said the Indian chiefWe even have a special mud pit for that. It's cheaper, we don't watch it as closely. Easier to slip away if you're not being watched.The chief was calm as I walked with him, through the dry desert wind. We bore down against the mouth of death, talking freely and sincerely of doom.It was satisfying to be at peace with my companion, at last.The look-out over the horizon, past the buttes and the ragged dry, melting rocks, had a fierce serenity. The fire in the chief's heart was the fire in my heart. Pure, and raging.Chapter 1The sheriff was known from time to time to visit the ol...
I could understand how hard it would be to be God. Hard, what do you mean? Power supreme, the ability to do anything. What could be hard about that?You're thinking about it all wrong. Rather than think about what you can do, think about what you have to do. God has to start from scratch, make every little detail. The infinity of things he has at his disposal are really just an infinite number of decisions he has to make. In a lot of ways writers are like God...Oh, you're just saying that to be clever.No, hear me out. Imagine this moment was just a scene in a book. For us this coffee table exists, but for the reader it doesn't until it'...
Astral Projection Training by shufflng, literature
Literature
Astral Projection Training
She sat on the ground across from him, cross-legged like he was in a classic meditation pose, mirroring him, down to the way he was posing his wrists on his knees with his forefinger touching his thumb and the rest of his fingers fanned out. They breathed together, in through the nose and out through the mouth, silently attempting transcendence. Just like he had told her, she allowed the thoughts in her mind to float by her, like clouds, acknowledging only their lining as they came close to her perception. This part was hardest for her, fighting the desire to think so hard all the time, to analyze each thing as it whizzed by. The first f...
With the feeling of a wasteland, complete with death and intriguing inquiries about life, sleep, and the meaning of the desert all around.http://shufflng.deviantart.com/art/Western-Epic-Part-1-297919888 Prologue, Chapters 1-3
http://shufflng.deviantart.com/art/Western-Epic-Part-2-297921904 Chapters 4-5
http://shufflng.deviantart.com/art/Western-Epic-Part-3-297923164 Chapters 6-8I hope to make more, which I'm sure I will. Something tells me the opinion of the community is what will take this story in the right direction.There is usually a set course with my work. I get started and I feel really great about the whole thing. I get a few th...