The Edge of Reason; a story I'd forgotten
Sometimes I find random stories on my hard drive and have no idea when I wrote them or why. While trying to find something else today, I discovered a story I'd forgotten I'd written. And it wasn't even that long ago--I think I wrote it 6/17/2013. I hadn't titled it at the time so I had to give it a title now, when I posted it on Goodreads.
I wonder if I was inspired by it because of Olympus by Aki... it gives me a bit of that feel. But truthfully, I don't remember anything about this, other than I remembered writing the beginning. I think maybe I just had the idea of a woman who saw versions of timelines in a lake, and when I sat down to write it this is what came out.
Here's the story: https://www.goodreads.com/story/show/374853-the-edge-of-reason
And here's an excerpt:
The water was as still as the dead, or at least as still as Julienne had once believed the dead to be. She had later learned there were so many things happening inside the body, as many things in death as in life, to the point that calling the dead 'still' was a misnomer. The dead writhed, or at least the body did, but perhaps the soul itself was still.
The water was as still as the soul.
It bled a deep crimson light that glowed just beneath the surface with no discernible origin. Beyond the black basin of its shores, the dark sentinels of trees whipped furiously about in the wind. The sky above was black as only the night could be, and even the stars had seemed to retreat beyond the ink. The moon was missing, but then, it had never properly existed in this realm.
I wonder if I was inspired by it because of Olympus by Aki... it gives me a bit of that feel. But truthfully, I don't remember anything about this, other than I remembered writing the beginning. I think maybe I just had the idea of a woman who saw versions of timelines in a lake, and when I sat down to write it this is what came out.
Here's the story: https://www.goodreads.com/story/show/374853-the-edge-of-reason
And here's an excerpt:
The water was as still as the dead, or at least as still as Julienne had once believed the dead to be. She had later learned there were so many things happening inside the body, as many things in death as in life, to the point that calling the dead 'still' was a misnomer. The dead writhed, or at least the body did, but perhaps the soul itself was still.
The water was as still as the soul.
It bled a deep crimson light that glowed just beneath the surface with no discernible origin. Beyond the black basin of its shores, the dark sentinels of trees whipped furiously about in the wind. The sky above was black as only the night could be, and even the stars had seemed to retreat beyond the ink. The moon was missing, but then, it had never properly existed in this realm.
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