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East of Constantinople, West of Shanghai


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Wrong expectations

I was doing a little writing practice1, while my web connection was down, and this came out.

The moment the Jackal-headed guy dropped my heart on one of the plates of the balance, I realized having been a god-fearing member of the Catholic Church for all of my life would not be a guarantee for anything.
“I beg your pardon…” I started, taking a step forward.
The Jackal bared its sharp teeth and let out a low, prolonged growl. I stepped back.
And yet so far the thing had been pretty good – the sensation of floating above my own body, the white light at the end of the tunnel and all that, quite as expected.
And then, this!
And what was he doing now with that white feather?

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I don’t know what I’ll make of it, but it could be the starting point of something pretty funny. And the nice thing is, it might fit an open call I saw recently…
I’ll keep you posted – but let’s not harbor any expectation.

 


  1. that’s what some call free writing… basically, sit there and let the writing flow unchecked.