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I should begin by apologizing for my deception. These photos are profoundly misleading because they suggest I have a “writing place”. I don’t. There are certainly locations where I wind up over and over again, but that’s more a matter of convenience and timing. I asked my wife to catch me writing and take pictures, and this is a small sample, but it leaves out examples of when I’m:
1. typing notes on my phone while she’s driving
2. scribbling on napkins at restaurants or dinner
3. writing on a notepad while I’m at work
4. not paying attention while my wife is saying something important
5. standing in the shower, repeating mental notes over and over again in the hope that I don’t forget them (Unlike the others, this was a conscious decision. You’re welcome.)
6. et cetera, ad infinitum
Cast back in time to a perilous wasteland, Andrew is tasked with recording the fate of an individual history has chosen to ignore. Threatened by knee-high creatures called Wogs, an enigmatic beast known as the Forest Monster, and the man orchestrating the slow annihilation of the world, Andrew discovers all hope for salvation and survival rests with a boy without a history.
Enjoy an excerpt:
Gordimer’s focus returned and he leaned forward.
“Still want to be a hero? Or afraid?” he asked, teeth gritting. His eyes glinted with wildness, but his voice was biting and controlled. “A little fear is good, yes. It prevents you from becoming arrogant, forgetting your limitations. But to face fear and overcome it.” The old man punched a finger in the air. “Ah ha! Then the curtains of limitation begin to draw aside. Success is limited only by a lack of daring.”
Gordimer grinned and his eyes opened wide.
“And if death scares you, boy, perhaps heroing is something you should reconsider.”
If Gordimer was trying to frighten him, Billy-Bob thought, he’d been successful. At the same time, Gordimer seemed to be trying to encourage him. To face a fear and overcome it was to master that fear forever. And if he mastered one fear, how difficult would it be to master others? The first step in mastering fear must be to confront that fear.
“Where West do I go?”
For an instant Billy-Bob thought Gordimer’s sneer wavered, giving way to a smile of admiration that lit and faded in an instant.
“Doesn't matter, really. Just go West. All the way to Beta. It's where most heroes end up.”
“Beta?” asked Billy-Bob.
“It’s a town,” Gordimer explained.
“Over there,” said Gordimer. He pointed down the street toward the blankness beyond.
“I’ve been over there,” said Billy-Bob. “There’s just rocks and a crack that’s too wide to cross.”
“Past that is nothing.”
“Past the nothing, too.”
“What is past nothing?”
About the Author: This author has held several positions in recent years, including Content Writer, Grant Writer, Obituary Clerk, and Staff Writer, and is under the false impression that these experiences have added to his character since they have not contributed much to his finances. He was awarded a BFA in Creative Writing and Journalism and a BA in Technical Communication by Bowling Green State University because they are giving and eager to make friends. He has a few scattered publications with The Circle magazine, Wild Violet, Toasted Cheese, and Lovable Losers Literary Revue, and resides in the drab, northeastern region of Ohio because it makes everything else seem fascinating, exotic, and beautiful.
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