Blood and Honey
Mar. 22nd, 2004 11:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mishalakIt is very difficult to write well when depressed. I suspect that this will turn out to be rather like off cheese when I read it later, but here it goes.
First Part, First Draft
It was two months before Robert realized the nature of his neighbor. He simply had not bothered to learn who lived next door since the Beechers had moved out. But on the night of the 21st it suddenly became very important to him. It was a late night for him just back from Denver at sunset. The longest day and shortest night of the year seemed a good time to celebrate to him, the hardest day for the vamps. He climbed the stairs to his finished attic bedroom and saw his neighbor for the first time in the deepening twilight.
There was no doubt that the pale figure in the next yard was not human. He moved with that serpentine grace of the bloodsuckers. When the pale figure entered the large garage at the rear of the property he disappeared into the darkened door without bothering to turn on a light. That fact cinched it for Robert; he had a vampire for a neighbor.
He felt a bit weak in the knees. He had been living next door to the undead for how long without noticing? A hard pit of anger was growing in his belly the more he thought about it. This thing had been able to move in next door to him without so much as giving notice. It always had not been right that the Supreme Court had made them legal, but now, now it was worse. Next door. Able to listen to every move he made in his own house with the vampire's supernatural hearing. Probably using mind control on half the residents around here by now.
The more he thought about it the more he couldn't stand it. He would take action; he'd do something about this. Robert Hahn wasn't going to take this; he was going to do something about it!
First Part, First Draft
It was two months before Robert realized the nature of his neighbor. He simply had not bothered to learn who lived next door since the Beechers had moved out. But on the night of the 21st it suddenly became very important to him. It was a late night for him just back from Denver at sunset. The longest day and shortest night of the year seemed a good time to celebrate to him, the hardest day for the vamps. He climbed the stairs to his finished attic bedroom and saw his neighbor for the first time in the deepening twilight.
There was no doubt that the pale figure in the next yard was not human. He moved with that serpentine grace of the bloodsuckers. When the pale figure entered the large garage at the rear of the property he disappeared into the darkened door without bothering to turn on a light. That fact cinched it for Robert; he had a vampire for a neighbor.
He felt a bit weak in the knees. He had been living next door to the undead for how long without noticing? A hard pit of anger was growing in his belly the more he thought about it. This thing had been able to move in next door to him without so much as giving notice. It always had not been right that the Supreme Court had made them legal, but now, now it was worse. Next door. Able to listen to every move he made in his own house with the vampire's supernatural hearing. Probably using mind control on half the residents around here by now.
The more he thought about it the more he couldn't stand it. He would take action; he'd do something about this. Robert Hahn wasn't going to take this; he was going to do something about it!
Re: Way Cool
Date: 2004-03-31 08:06 am (UTC)How does it work?
Does it come naturally? Does it flow out of you? Is it built up in you and you can write it all at once?
Where do you go from here? I think it is just cool you can write the stuff you do. You can write about "the iron" then write about life then write about the vampire then a love story. You can sit and write. I want to see how you change things in this story and make it. Maybe I can learn what I learned in school and maybe bring something out in me.