I'm reading again! Just this month I've read Mere Christianity (C.S. Lewis), Steelheart (Brandon Sanderson), Persona (Genevieve Valentine). I'll be starting The Screwtape Letters (C.S. Lewis) soon :) I'll maybe post comments on the fiction in a future post.
In terms of writing--Hey look it's an actual writing post! xForsakenx hosted a boot camp these last few weeks to get me to write consistently. Week 2 I worked on a project that's been under construction for a few months and finally has a title: Dream-reader. Hopefully I'll be finished with this project soon! So here's a little teaser :D
WC: 243
In the latest news of bad dreams, I’m fighting with Cyril. We’re sitting at our favorite ice cream parlor, across from the street from my office. We’re talking, although I can’t hear the words. Then he reaches forward to touch my hand. I flinch at his touch. I say something, and instantly, his face hardens. I startle, reach forward, fervently retracting what I just said.
Then Cyril stands up, looking so mad he could tear a demon apart with his eyes alone. He turns to leave. I cry out, pleading forgiveness. He turns towards me again, but there’s a gun in his hand. It’s pointed at me now. I cry, my arms hanging limply at my sides.
He pulls the trigger. In slow motion, the bullet approaches and the world goes dark.
Before I have time to think anything about my death—or even understood that I had died in the dream— I’m back at the parlor. We’re sitting across from each other. Some distant part of me wonders if at least the ice cream flavor has changed. We talk. I say something. I probably shouldn’t. I try saying it differently. Cyril gets mad. He kills me.
At least he’s original. Sometimes he shoots me. Sometimes he breaks my neck. Sometimes he slices me to shreds with a sword or lance that materializes from nowhere. Once, he just breaks up with me and I collapse.
That time I wake up from the shock.
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