Log
Jet
Arrived at Ganymede at 15 hours
Sat in silence with Spike

The old ceiling fan turns in weak circles over our heads, the squeaks echoing around the metal room, the sound so constant that my ears have accepted it. To me, the squeaking is silence now. Come to think of it, I've accepted a lot of irritations around here. The way that lazy guy, Spike, sprawls out on the only couch and ...

Notes - I’m trying to write a romance with a noir atmosphere using Mickey Spillane’s hard-boiled prose in the Mike Hammer novels. It also won’t wholly achieve the prompt at this point. I’ll write a few different excerpts/scenes of this (continuing the same prompt) to practice the prose, but they won’t fit together so pretty please don’t expect any mysteries getting solved.

I, The Nobody.

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Notes - Mature readers only, brief mention of SA - I’m trying to write with Blood Meridian prose - darkness, briefness, lack of commas and lack of good sense.

Somewhere in the Wild West…

There is a boy whose face is soft and slender like the face of a lamb, and whose eyes are dead. His name is Frank Calhoun and he drives a small horse-drawn wagon. He seems ordinary to most. They call ...