Ah, here it is the last day of the month, and it’s time for me to put up another short story to share. I know, I know, you were worried I forgot about my pledge to put up a short story a month, and I was hoping you forgot I said anything. You know sometimes things just sound better in my head (good acoustics in my head), and I’ve found this story a month isn’t as easy as I thought it would be.
You see, short stories are hard for me to write. I’m verbose and like to meander down dark hallways. So often times when I try to write a short story I feel like, hey this is a nice beginning to a larger story. I bet I can make this into a book. My mind just won’t let things go, so they grow and grow and grow. It’s seriously harder for me to write a short story than it is for me not to say something sarcastic, or undangle my participles.
So the story I was working on for this month became something bigger and I was like, ah crap what am I gonna do now? Then it hit me, and knocked me down, left a bruise on my left calf, but I got up again (something I learned from Chumbawamba). I figured out how to turn this problem into a solution that helped me take care of my short story a month thing for the rest of the year, I’ll break the story into ten chapters and release a chapter at the end of each month!
Yes ,yes pure genius (or unadulterated laziness. You pick).
So until the story is all done and collected in one place, I’ve built a new page, ‘The Wind Screams’, which is the title of the story entire, to hold the chapters in as they’re done. Feel free to check it out and I hope you enjoy it (if you don’t, lying is acceptable, as is faking it, but honesty is best). If your hobbled, out of breath, or lazy just click here and I’ll whisk you away to story as well.