Well, I've finally buckled down and really started writing something.  I've begun posting it here as I'm writing it, and as such I'm continually going back and posting things out of order with links to previous entries.  That doesn't suit me well, so I'm going to make a sticky post here at the top of the journal where I'm just going to continuously ( Read more... )

The prophet shook his head and blinked a few times.  Raquel turned towards him, microphone extended expectantly.  But, when the man looked at her and said, "Che?" the reporter's disappointment was enough to make even the most cold-hearted viewer sympathize with a woman who had just missed the story of her career.  Crestfallen, she looked back to ( Read more... )

Prologue

Two weeks had passed since the Prophet known as Eli had begun his preaching in New York City.  But, in the metropolis of St. Louis, his words were just echoes from television sets.  To Amanda Kingston they were just background noise as she prepared herself for her evening shift at the Courtesy Diner on Kingshighway.  With the window open ( Read more... )

So, as I work at St. Francis of Assisi scrubbing and waxing floors I've got quite a lot of time to think, and as such I've found myself thinking more and more about a few stories I've had running around in my head. Well, as it turns out I've decided to wind them all up into one story, the same plot that I began in "The Diner" will be fleshed out ( Read more... )

Sounds of clattering silverware filled the diner, overriding the low chatter of the patrons. On feet that hurt from an already too long workday, Amanda walked the steaming coffee over to the man who she really wanted someone else to take care of. She knew he wasn't going to tip well, if at all. That, and he was kind of creepy ( Read more... )

So, as it turns out, the "Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse" aren't all bad. The first horse, the White one, represents Christ and the all the good that he'll bring to the world. The second, Red, represents war. Third, Black, represents Famine. The fourth, Pale Green, symbolizes death and pestilence. I always thought that the four were War, ( Read more... )

So, after having read Lofro's "Fall" I rummaged through my own lj to find a copy of a story that I had started called "The Diner." After having reread it, and then showed it to a friend of mine I've been playing around with the idea of starting it back up. This morning, I finally had an idea of where I can take it. So, it looks like my boredom ( Read more... )

So what does it matter ( Read more... )

There I stood ( Read more... )

I love the silence ( Read more... )