Being English and having little to no interest in movies, I, like @Thirdly (again!), didn't make the connection to horror. Other things, yes. Things which are equally uninviting when it comes to setting my writing juices flowing. I know... boring. No mental flexibility, some people. ππ€¨π
I agree with @Thirdly and @CassieQ about the single main antho theme. I confess to looking at it with a sinking feeling. However, it's always emphasised that the theme doesn't have to be front and centre in whatever results. I'm taking this to heart. I plan to revisit two characters from another piece. The beasts will be there in the background.
Thank you for coming back to Eric. He was part of my life for several years. Although he's a character I'll never forget, there's no urge (currently, at least) to write anything more. Ask any writer. Producing something to order when there's no creative urge to do so, is a recipe for dissatisfaction all round.
Glad you enjoyed the story. Yes, it was a pretty action-packed start to a week for Julian. A coming-together of things which had been brewing and new concerns.
I have to say, I look in from outside in utter disbelief. And the solution touted is to make schools themselves places with guns instead of general regulation. Not something that's going to change over the next few years unfortunately. There's been so much noise about one prominent incidence of violence, and yet, these seem to slip from the front page. Commonplace. Hardly worthy of serious comment.
Again, you use your art for protest. Your words should shame everyone involved in this spiral of violence.
Belief of some kind - not necessarily tied to religion though. That's the route Theo's trying to head down. Make Hell somewhere attractive. Kinda.
One of the best things about a prompt response is not having to devise a complete, bulletproof backstory.
I'm not remotely a prankster (or, for most of my life, a good subject either) but your description of the incident had me laughing out loud. And at least our hero 'fessed up. π€¨π
For a change, the sun shone as Theo Godley entered the unknown part of his new morning commute. He took pleasure in the fresh-minted light which sliced its way through the city centre high-rise thicket with surprising efficiency. His new business shoes were rubbing already. Definitely not designed to be walked in, but heβd forgotten to locate his comfy trainers in the earlier rush. Idiot.
The shoes were black, as was his suit. All as per instructions for the new job. Weird for an office jo
Art is resistance. Art is defiance. Art speaks truth to power. It may not take to the streets or stand in the way of unjust laws, but every contribution is equally valid. Even more so if committing your words to (digital) paper helps you weather the oncoming storm. Self-care is going to be an important part of the next few years.
These skyscrapers all speak loud and clear of what may be to come, couched in your inimitable style.
You and a heck of a lot other people, dear friend. Hopefully, we'll all find a little light, a little comfort, somewhere, sometime. Thank you for this.
Thanks, Adi. And thanks for the prompt. π€¨π I spent 2023 not really finding the words I wanted. A course elsewhere and this prompt gave me and my imagination the shove they needed. I hope it continues...
Thank you! As to fathers being twins... Unfortunately, Julian's father isn't a rare species. You'd hope they might be by now, but they aren't. Roll on, acceptance.