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An Abiding Silence
On a lonely plot of land in the middle of a desolate night, a forlorn man sits drinking and smoking on his porch as he watches a sinister shadow slowly, intrepidly crossing the abandoned rows of a forgotten farm. While a damaged siphon pump works rhythmically in the distance, he ponders the nature of destiny and fate. Will he survive the evening?Something black and terrifying crosses fallow rows, bound for your porch lamp in the darkness. Welcome or no, fate never knocks.
17 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 31, 2011
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May 7, 2020
I picked up this title from my ginormous stack of freebies for a number of reasons:
#1 - I needed an "A" book and this one clocked in at 26 pages. Score!
#2 - It starred a spooky black hooded figure in a cornfield. Score!
#3 - The author's Amazon bio promised the following elements in his writing:
My rules of fiction:
1) Endless pursuit of flawless syntax
2) No sermons and no judgments
3) Limited profanity, no use of f-word
I write for the monsters lurking inside us all, and I reserve my visions of escape for the eclectic reader seeking terminable freedom from self-imposed cages of rule, law and order.
I hope you will find a title you like and then spend an hour longer, reading with me. In return, I will do my best to twist your thoughts, warp your mind, and damage your brain.
"Well, fuck," I told myself. Two out of three ain't bad. As as bonus, I might get a mind-warping story out of it.
So, I started the story.
Aaannnd...
It was good. Lovely descriptions of a redneck getting fucked up... no, wait... getting drunk on his front porch while he waits, inevitably, for the dark hooded figure to appear in his cornfield. The author creates real tension in this scene, a palpable reality that presses down on the narrator. It was a fun read.
My only question: if the narrator's porch was screened in, why are there a bunch of insects frying themselves on the light bulb?
#1 - I needed an "A" book and this one clocked in at 26 pages. Score!
#2 - It starred a spooky black hooded figure in a cornfield. Score!
#3 - The author's Amazon bio promised the following elements in his writing:
My rules of fiction:
1) Endless pursuit of flawless syntax
2) No sermons and no judgments
3) Limited profanity, no use of f-word
I write for the monsters lurking inside us all, and I reserve my visions of escape for the eclectic reader seeking terminable freedom from self-imposed cages of rule, law and order.
I hope you will find a title you like and then spend an hour longer, reading with me. In return, I will do my best to twist your thoughts, warp your mind, and damage your brain.
"Well, fuck," I told myself. Two out of three ain't bad. As as bonus, I might get a mind-warping story out of it.
So, I started the story.
Aaannnd...
It was good. Lovely descriptions of a redneck getting fucked up... no, wait... getting drunk on his front porch while he waits, inevitably, for the dark hooded figure to appear in his cornfield. The author creates real tension in this scene, a palpable reality that presses down on the narrator. It was a fun read.
My only question: if the narrator's porch was screened in, why are there a bunch of insects frying themselves on the light bulb?
August 24, 2013
I did not think that this book is well written nor well constructed. As a short story it fsiled to use the best of the qualities of the genre.
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