/yesod

Tag: writing

  • cat below

    Working late, I hear one of the cats crying below in the basement. It is a faint, plaintive sound.

    I set aside the story I’ve been working on and get up with a sigh. Our two cats have been a considerable amount of trouble lately — skittish, fighting with each other late at night, becoming more and more territorial.

    Or, like tonight, just crying in the basement for no reason.

    I open the door to my office and stop: There in the front room are both of our cats. We regard each other, eyes wide.

    I close the door again and return to work.

    Below, the basement is quiet.

  • the blood curse

    Blood, spelling out a hastily scrawled curse or warning:

    “IF YOU CONTINUE, YOU WON’T SEE THE END.
    IF YOU WRITE IT, IT WILL NEVER BE READ.
    IF YOU TELL THE STORY, NO ON WILL LISTEN.”

    And blood scrawling away to nothing.

    A moment to pause and gasp.

    And the voice of Constantine rises within.

    “You want to fuck with me? I’ll bloody choke you, mate.”

  • the blood curse

    Blood, spelling out a hastily scrawled curse or warning:

    “IF YOU CONTINUE, YOU WON’T SEE THE END.
    IF YOU WRITE IT, IT WILL NEVER BE READ.
    IF YOU TELL THE STORY, NO ON WILL LISTEN.”

    And blood scrawling away to nothing.

    A moment to pause and gasp.

    And the voice of Constantine rises within.

    “You want to fuck with me? I’ll bloody choke you, mate.”