A Strange Piece of Prose....

I find that, when I write short fiction, it tend to be extremely.....odd. Part of it, I think, is the strange avant-pop movement that was poisoning my brain all through college. Part of it is that I'm just naturally weird. But a big part of it is that I've always looked at short fiction as being less like a story and more like an exercise, and when I write short fiction I tend to worry less about substance and more about style. (Oddly, I often find that my short fiction tends to actually possess more substance than my longer works, probably because I'm not worrying about and meaning manages to come through naturally, rather than being forced.) Currently, I'm still working on "Thorns", the second story in the "Dirge" collection. In trying to decide what to post this week, I was a bit torn between posting another excerpt from "Darker Sunset" (I'm still deciding whether I want to re-post everything from the old blog or just continue apace) or something new, but since everything for "Thorns" that has yet been produced is still in a hand-written state, I decided instead to do something very, very old. "Gorgon", which features one of my favorite monstrous creations (the beast described herein has appeared in my old Marvel Superheroes RPG campaing, a novella called "The Crossing", and as a fictional character in the original version of "Darker Sunset"), was written later in my college career, during a long bout of depressed bachlerhood and in the midst of my "so Gothic I'm dead" period of my life. I'd also been reading a lot of e.e. cummings at the time, which explains the "artistic" lack of punctuation. Anyhow, enjoy.