August 12th, 2004

this is me

the deafening silence vs this is war

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[If you didn't read that, skip the rest of this entry. Seriously.]

Based on this quote from Spares, by Michael Marshall Smith. It was two this morning and I was about to turn off the computer when the first line came to me. I wrote it down and, forty minutes later, I realized that I had finished the story and it was really, really fucked up. I love it.

I haven't done much in the way of editing beyond changing a few commas to semicolons. If anything look incorrect (as it undoubtedly will), just holler.

I'm still not sure about what I'll call it. Possibly "This is War" or "The Deafening Silence" but I don't know for certain quite yet. I'm open to all ideas.

I originally planned on having my main character join in on the fun, but it didn't happen. The whole silence thing kind of messed up that plan. Plus, he was just too good. And I doubt he would have vomited at the end if he had done anything. Ho hum.

Did anyone notice the metaphor I (unconsciously) threw in? I only realized it as I was checking over for spelling mistakes - I'm sort of thinking that the story sort of portrays a war within the war, where the good country rapes the bad country (bad men raping good women), etc.

Oh, and I'm also fond of the necrophilia.

That didn't come out right, but I'm sure you know what I mean. Haha.
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