If you like hysterical, oh, I mean historical romances then you might like something I've been writing. I started writing it last year but got bogged down in too many other things and wanted to finish The Seashell first. With that book finished I was able to add Souvenir back into my writing rotation.
The story is a first person narrative in a diary style similar to Brandon Smiling and that's done purposefully. If you follow Brandon then you might enjoy Souvenir all the more for reasons you might catch as you read this memoir of Lord Cedrick Temple, Duke of Buckingham.
I've tried to write this as a period piece with the time period covered being just before and during World War I in England. The language may be a little challenging, but hopefully enjoyable. It's a challenge to write but fun too.
So, without any further adieu I bring you:
Whoops, I completely forgot that I'd promised myself to post on Mondays. My bad.
As far as I know no one took up the first prompt. But that's okay. Maybe someone will later on, some day. So I'll continue forth.
So here we go. Something simple and just considering yesterday was Remembrance Day.
Prompt du jour #2 – Creative
Tag: list of words
Cross, war zone, lighter, torn picture, flashlight
Leave a comment if you try this out
It is necessary to see death.
It is necessary to see death, stark naked, lurid and wild,
Death as it pisses in the dark alleyways drunk and ecstatic on the jumps of drugs
that are hard to name and harder to pronounce, it is still necessary to see death face to face.
In a breach of society sanctioned lucidity hardwired in our brain,
It is still very necessary to see death,
To see the violent vandalism of civilization,
Of ashes and nuclear death of atoms and atom bombs,
Billions of flashlights burning up the sky,
Smell of rotten carcass evaporating in sterile perfume of laboratory engineered poisons,
Gases and liquids and solid whites of the eyes of the dead and the suffering of millions upon millions
of innocence of ruthless greed of narcissist wankers.
It is necessary to see death as it is, for the spring of flowers is nearly over and now we make war.