"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".
The Dance of Utu and Nanna
Jaw harps play as Utu greets her mother at the gates of the new city.
Barely able to speak anymore, because of faulty tomb disease, she's carried by the blood alone now.
Nanna is feeble, feverish even. She nods approvingly at the new machines brought into being by the manuscripts salvaged from the God-Foundry. Transforming death-water into potable one.
"Like the silver eye, I must pass. To make way for the life-giving star.
The nightfell folk shall cower.
Let me have this first dance daughter."
Two shooting stars appear on the sky as they move.
Names are found tomorrow.
I challenge with "Animals in the Rain."