Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Ricky Shambles does...Fiction

I've been a writer for quite a while. My first stories were third-grade class-entertainment pieces about losing my homework to zombies, ninjas, and pirates and their steel-reinforced jock straps. No. Really.

Since then, I've gone slightly more high-brow. I'm actually working on a novel right now, and I'd like some exposure and feedback. If you ever read my blog and thought "I should comment," this is the time.

Chapter 1 is called "Job's Run":
Job was on fire.

He ran through the ally, his head switching left-right-over-the-shoulder. Every sound was new, was followed by his eyes. Every sight was fresh, and the sensations flashed into his mind with electric clarity. His brain was abuzz and burning with visions and auditory cruelty.

The rocks and glass on the concrete ground dug into his bare feet. Pain. New.

The chill in the air on his naked chest raised the hairs all over his body. He stumbled, stopping his fall with his hands as they dug into the cement.

Job held his bleeding palms in front of his face. Blood. Greater pain.

He catalogued, but did not react.

At thirty years old, Job was the world’s oldest and wisest newborn.

His brain had experienced many long years of suffering, but he had never felt physical pain.

Licking the blood, he logged taste with the other sensations, got up, and began to move again, remaining obsessed with the only spoken word his virgin ears had ever heard.

"Run."
Love you long time. Did I catch you?

2 comments:

DCup said...

Keep going with this. I want to know what happens next. I want to know how Job got to this point, his past, his future.

Ricky Shambles said...

Thanks dcup - I'm up to 13 chapters and counting. I'll post occasional updates on my progress.