I was on vacation last week, so there’s the reason for the lack of posting. This story wasn’t written for any contest and probably isn’t quite finished. I feel like there’s more there, but the schedule dictates. A man stands at the threshold, longing to come in from the cold, brutal wilderness that had beaten him, tormented him. An ocean of foamy clouds soils the sky above and the consequent blackness blends into the man at the edges, molding him into a skulking shadow darkening the doorway. Decked with furs, dripping with the dampening drops of the choking mist rising like a breath of a grave from the whitewashed, deadened land, he seems more like a beast leaving a fresh kill than a supplicant on bended knee.
The Points Along
The Points Along
The Points Along
I was on vacation last week, so there’s the reason for the lack of posting. This story wasn’t written for any contest and probably isn’t quite finished. I feel like there’s more there, but the schedule dictates. A man stands at the threshold, longing to come in from the cold, brutal wilderness that had beaten him, tormented him. An ocean of foamy clouds soils the sky above and the consequent blackness blends into the man at the edges, molding him into a skulking shadow darkening the doorway. Decked with furs, dripping with the dampening drops of the choking mist rising like a breath of a grave from the whitewashed, deadened land, he seems more like a beast leaving a fresh kill than a supplicant on bended knee.