I am super excited about one of my stories from The Other Side of Despair being featured on the latest podcast episode of Random Transmissions. This podcast is super cool and you should go and check out all the episodes!
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Here is a great book on story writing that I’m currently reading.
The Anatomy of Story by John Truby
Dark Muse
I’ve plumbed the depths of darkest mire
Drug back hellish creatures with twisted tongues
And scrawled the words with blood and fire
That bellowed from their blackened lungs
Words that wiggle like a maggot or worm
Or creep and crawl on nimble spider legs
Into the mind they scurry and squirm
To spin their webs and deposit their eggs
Once they’ve infected they hatch and spread
And grow into creatures corrupt and vile
They taunt and haunt and spew their dread
Sleek and shadowy with bewitching guile
Too late to change the fate they’ve wrought
Too awed to stand against their might
Too shocked to fathom what they’ve brought
And much too scared to put up a fight
Their infernal words have come to blight
And by my conjuring I’m to blame
For I’m the wizard of the terrible night
Who knows each creature by its name
Soliloquy of the Torturer
How shall I burden thee thou vacant shell?
Whose forlorn spirit can no longer in thee dwell
Abused, contused, such a shredded form
That shirks thy joy beyond the blighted norm
Confused, misused, rebuking clotted clay
Can no longer cower like the dogged prey
O’ how they used to dance upon thy skin
Tools of torture that cajoled blood within
A sanguine medley of raucous outpouring
Thy melodies took to air and then went soaring
That delightful voice so full of passion
That stirred emotions in a poignant fashion
Thy pleading crescendo that wrenched my heart
Hath sang its encore and fled the part
With nary a credit to the conductors skill
Without whose flair to thy struggling will
Would not have brought such fiery drive
To a tedious creature just barely alive
With distressing sorrow I bid adieux
For another apt instrument awaits my cue
The Will-O’-The-Wisp
Lying listless on a lonely, loam lake shore
Framed by fog and the bitter, brine bog air
Curse the cruel fangs of fate that flung me here
My body beaten down by the black brood of despair
T’would take a thousand years to tell the tale
Of the madness, misery, and mischievous calamity
And I pray not ponder upon my past hell
Lest I beat my brain from my brow in insanity
Then lo, I spy through the gloom a green, glowing globe
Floating, flying, bouncing, and bobbing right at me
Too weak to worry with rising to run
I anxiously await its arrival and abhor the agony
What would it want with a wretch with no will?
Then it howled by my head and halted and hovered
And an enigmatic energy possessed my person
Slowly sinking; subsumed, consumed and now covered