"Why do writers write? Because it isn't there."- Thomas Berger
"Over all the mountain tops is peace. In all treetops you perceive scarcely a breath. The little birds in the forest are silent. Wait then; soon, you too, will have peace."- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“Each thing I do, I rush through so I can do something else..."- Stephen Dobyns
A narrative is a report of connected events, real or imaginary, presented in a sequence of written or spoken words, or still or moving images, or both. The word derives from the Latin verb narrare, "to tell", which is derived from the adjective gnarus, "knowing" or "skilled".
Ab Calamus (Rupt) (4/?) (mod. 20.11.-17)
*Unceremonious and candid." *keep to yourself*
Thought the windowsill. *she forswore*
Snarling attacking the wyrm.
A telling story.
Please stop dying, you are keeping the mooncycle running.*--------------------------------------
"Hey wake the fuck up, and get out! You smell like shit for ...."
I go forth and fumble for the car door and slough out.
She moves faster than the the the...
They are near. Not far enough...
I jump up and the horrible snarling kin catches me in mid-air.
the spit and bile is lodged into the throat gathering... filling...
Against the sky, with it; stars. Omens. Dreams. Fears. Pierce.
Rage. Cannot move. I ibéo stalu.
I'm dragged further towards the car compactor. She's pounding me up n' down as she goes, dragging me across the gravel. I can smell her. She raises me up easily, and as I flail my limbs she quickly knees me in the stomach and I'm starting to drown on my own spit once again...
Let it all go and try to retch.
Manage swallowing half of it.
The sharp stones rip at my clothes as it flails me like a ...
~Hurt, I guess I lost consciousness~