Seven Souls of Sereket

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Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Chapter 4

Losing someone you care for is like losing weight, you feel dizzy and hungry and your stomach feels like chewing up itself; but you also feel very light, like a hot-air balloon stripped off its basket, heading straight into the sky. Probably that is why they call it “attachment”. Because this is... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 4, 2008

I was scared like a beaten dog,

whimpering, I crawled back into Kathryn’s body as she laid asleep, dreaming a troubled dream of being a pearl-oyster stuck in heavy sand in a shallow river; she had heard that pearls were made like this – in a oyster farms, and special pigments injected onto them for pearls to take color. I coiled... Sign in to see full entry.

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At first I thought it was a dream.

Not that happily obscene dream where you find yourself in somebody’s bed and suddenly realize you are dreaming and thus can indulge yourself in most forgettable experience knowing you won’t be hurt – and won’t hurt anybody, if you actually care about that. Not the daydream of a romantic teenager... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 17, 2008

The wine is said to be invented by gods,

and I can very well understand why. Intoxicated people are so easy to possess that sometimes it is almost easier to walk around in a drunkard than to slide in ephemeral form – except for the staggering and tripping, of course. And there’s another problem, too: it is very hard to be in a drunken body... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Sometimes it surfaces like a predatory fish,

the memory you stashed deep inside yourself, and swallows your heart in its cold mouths. Here it is, the memory I’ve been looking for, her getting up from the warm bed, the sweaty blankets, stumbling to the bathroom, washing herself. This is the moment she slipped, this is the moment she fell. It’s... Sign in to see full entry.

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Writing the first draft of fantasy novel, "Seven Souls of Sereket". Usually updated daily. Except for writers' blocks and other mishaps ;) And, if you're wondering where to begin - go boldly to the very beginning, which would be December 2007, and start from there. Thanks for visiting, and enjoy!

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