Welcome, MasterJ.
We're happy to have you, and I look forward to seeing your work. There are a lot a great writers here at GA, and you'll find many more stories to make you laugh, smile, and cry while you're here.
And we do hope you'll be around for awhile.
Peace,
Samuel
This topic sparked a new story for me. I was so driven to write it that I was able to post the first short chapter last night.
Thanks for asking the question.
At the end of the day, it’s the silence that gets to me. It’s when I whisper into the darkness and realize that no one is going to respond. There is profound emptiness in that silence, reminding me of the cavernous expanse of my own soul.
I try calling to him every now and then. I try calling to him, and the rest; all of those that I’ve lost. There is never a response, just an echoing of my own cry as it reverberates endlessly through the void of my memory. I cry at the top of my lungs, but
Autobiographical in nature, some chapters told through an attempt at a chiasmus. My thoughts and feelings on life, based upon my own experience. Reading chapters in order is unnecessary.
Thanks for this. I have a nasty track record of forgetting to save, and this just reminded me that I'd written 1500 words and hadn't saved yet.
My scariest word is actually the absence of them. The pause on the other end of the line, the lack of an email from someone you've been corresponding with regularly, or a person you care about walking away from you without answering an important question.
Or the emptiness of the answering machine tone when you call someone who is no longer with you.
Hey, Navigator readers, I just updated the tumblr again with a new picture that related to the story. Check it out here: http://cynusstorybook.tumblr.com/