It's an understatement to say that I hate showing my own work around, if I'm not happy with the result.
That said, click on the picture to be whisked away from the warm glow of Narraptor's childhood, and towards the jagged glass of my young adult writing style. This is the middle of an epic poem, featuring a mysterious bus, a even more mysterious desert, and a narrator who isn't so much mysterious, as he is undescribed.
Right now, he's fighting a monster called Macbeth.
That said, click on the picture to be whisked away from the warm glow of Narraptor's childhood, and towards the jagged glass of my young adult writing style. This is the middle of an epic poem, featuring a mysterious bus, a even more mysterious desert, and a narrator who isn't so much mysterious, as he is undescribed.
Right now, he's fighting a monster called Macbeth.
...I wonder if this would have been better if it had been written on bat-shaped paper.
(Excerpt is from Off-White Sands, Circa 1994. Written during Math Class, as I recall.)
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