Don't ask...I blame the scotch and being without my Muse

[grackelflint]

Shaken and sore, he stumbles from the damp alley. The fall is never easy, or so he had heard. But sometimes the only direction to go is down, and gravity can be very persuasive. Like a baby pushed abruptly from the womb, he stumbles towards the narrow crack of light spilling from the street. It is late and no one is around. Of course not...he

Comments

[devilseyebrows]

Bravi.

[grackelflint]

LOL

thank you. I don't know where this came from last night. I was going to write about the weekend but that never happened. Stupid tangent brain. Not sure what I think of it, but I am impressed you actually read it without getting bored :P

[devilseyebrows]

The are some very impressive parts to it. Particularly the twist at the end which had me scrolling back to the top before I could fully make sense of it.

Not gonna win any hugo's but I really enjoyed it. Well done.

perfect

[katzchenie]

your writing is absolutely beautiful, you're very creative!
it reminds me of something gaimen would write...
miss you.

Re: perfect

[grackelflint]

Thank you....
You are kinder then you are critical, but thank you.

The irony was it started as an attempt to explain the past weekend, but my thoughts are still not clear enough for that. So it degraded into a strange puddle of random thoughts.

As for Gaiman....I think it was in part inspired by "Good Omens".

Re: perfect

[grackelflint]

ps. I miss you too