Tag Archives: the saint
Summertime, Part 5
Day 71. 70 pages, 33,036 words. I staggered back a little as the vision passed. “Whoa,” I said, because it seemed like the thing to say when you’d just experienced a perception-altering trip through time, even if it was all … Continue reading
Summertime, Part 4
Day 70. 69 pages, 32,792 words. The sun blazed down. And yet, it wasn’t hot, not really. It was too listless to be hot. The day had all the relentless bright ferocity and all the wrung-out sluggishness of a murderously … Continue reading
Summertime, Part 3
Day 68. 68 pages, 32,351 words. “So,” the Saint said, “what can we do for each other this fine day?” he squinted as I drew the jar of white Wasteland crust and powder from my pocket, and rattled it at … Continue reading
Summertime, Part 2
Day 65. 67 pages, 31,738 words. When it comes to the Wasteland, there are only so many experts you can call on for help. Since the Wasteland is nothingness almost by definition, the main prerequisite for being an expert on … Continue reading
WTFSunday
Day 3. 26 pages, 9,171 words. For the second instalment of my lazy, lazy stuff-what-I-found-in-an-old-archive-folder-from-2002 weekend, I would like to offer you the following: An Interview with Saint Chucky. Before he was made famous and big-headed by end-of-book author’s notes. … Continue reading
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