Something I started last year, but never returned to

quincyk

I'm not expecting anyone to like this, nor will I be surprised if a language nazi revels in the horrors of my grammatical errors. It's something, if not nothing.

Larry Tanbome kills people by writing their names on little slips of paper and throwing them out the 3rd floor window of his duplex apartment on 5th. Post-it notes, half one dollar bills, torn fragments of envelopes, tissue paper. This is Larry's hobby. Each day, each night, a different name, someone else across town chokes on their cold turkey, a retired priest dies on his couch, a porno playing on a plasma screen. This is Larry retaining a glimmer of satisfaction. This is Larry's revenge.


New faces everyday. If you're prone to revealing your identity, your name, in public, in earshot, prepare to hit the floor by nine that night. Prepare to be the next name, floating on a stamp, the ink still wet, into a deserted street, watched by eyes and a smile. Larry has no particular disliking for humans, nor their existence. This is just the way it is. Magic. He figured it out, when everyone else was running past, chasing the dollar on the reel. Tripping over one another. Nowadays, your name could be on that dollar. Say goodbye to your Mother in ward c of the local infirmary, be thankful it's not her cancer, to your father in the local bar, be thankful it's not years of liver damage. Sit and wait.When it hits the floor, no prayer will ever be delivered, no gust of wind strong enough to blow away reality.



Telephone calls, emails, sidewalk conversations, shouts in bars, faces in newspapers. Larry sits at his desk, downs a fine bourbon, writes in a neat, unjoined style.First and last name. Folded exactly 3 times, twice sideways, kissed, and flicked out into the darkness of a November, the solitude of a May Sunday, a Christmas morning with the sun shining in the wrong sky at the wrong time.


And this is just the start.

MojoMaker

That is actually way better

Antilles

This shows major improvement on some of the earlier stuff you have posted quincyk. Is there any more or did you just do an intro?

(lay off calling people nazis)

Madou

That was a little bit more impressive, but tell me, was Palahniuk high on your reading list at time of writing? The dry style, heavy repetition racket would suggest so.

But good. Anymore?

quincyk

Cheers for the kind words, fellows


That's all I've written so far. I'll probably go back to it at some stage.



And yes, Madou, Palahniuk would have been a major influence on that.


You see, that's the my problem - whoever I'm reading at the time, I find myself trying to shadow their style. It works at times, and fails miserably at others. One needs to find the balance, obviously, but it's quite difficult, I find.