I dived into another Alternate Universe story. As always it should not be part of the main story but I like to discover new possibilities.
Short and dark episode from Charles’s refuge. I kept some details from the Alternate Universe episode, where everything went sideways. I’m in a very grim mood most lately (life sucks, I screw up and it still sucks) so poor poor characters. Unless I photograph some flowers and butterflies my content is always all kinds of dark. Some of you probably noticed. It was always like that. I read some really dark poems from years ago and I had to delete it from my harddrive, I was scared of myself. But you know what, writing stuff down makes me truly happy.
Let’s face it. Story characters are often victims of their writers‘ twisted minds. Also quarantine. 2020 hit hard. I can see how different kinds of storytelling can affect one’s mood. I also believe that with a little more practise one can become immune to its side effects and just write more freely. Am I right?
I wrote a thing. It started with one scribbled sentence in the middle of the night, continued by the session in the defunct village in the forest and ended at my place. I chose English language for once simply because I wanted to try to write something in English. After few sleepless nights I can’t English anymore from all that staring into the papers, monitor, googling and researching all kinds of stuff. Once I recover some willpower and ideas I might continue.