And for this week’s quote of the week we have…well, you can just read it for yourself! Enjoy!
Monthly Archives: July 2013
Already at 15 and we still got a ways to go with this story. Hope everyone can remember how it started, and if not, check it out (but don’t worry, at the end I’ll just post the whole thing). Here’s to another week!
Most of the buildings outside were small and squat, but in the distance, the skyline jutted into the low hanging clouds. He had been in this city for about a month, staring at the reaching, pointed structures, and each time he looked at them, his eyes could pick out a hint of smoke. That was how it always started. Just a little smoke. Soon, he would see the light from the fires and then the flames themselves. The fires would grow and grow until the buildings were gone. It wouldn’t take long for the city to be engulfed, but by then, he would already be long gone. The quest to keep his sanity wasn’t going as planned.
Another week, another paragraph. Enjoy!
John shook his head free of the memories of those days and pushed open the restaurant’s door.
The inside was bright, lit by recessed lights in the ceiling and paper lanterns stuffed with Christmas lights. It was small, with room for only a dozen tables, all of them equipped with soy sauce and stained white table cloths. John watched the chefs. On another day, he might have sat at the sushi bar and watched them chop and hack and laugh and cook. Instead, he walked over to a spot near the door, sat down, and stared out the window.
Uh oh, unlucky 13. But, if you’ve been following the story, you’ll have found that John has already had his fair share of bad luck. And before we begin, just wanted to make a note and say I might be starting something new here. We’ll see. I’ll make a post about it soon and we can see how much interest there is in it (hint, it has to do with query letters and making them shine). Until then, have fun with a paragraph.
The next day, John went to Jacques’ apartment. He knocked and knocked and knocked. There was no reply. The gnawing, nagging voice began eating away at his sanity. Nothing. John went to the apartment manager and interrogated him. He said Jacques had left. Maybe he was just going crazy. He tried to ask questions around the station, but no one knew anything. Throwing his badge to the captain, John went on a quest for answers, but more importantly, on a journey to keep control over his mind.