A story of mine is on an online journal. Litchaos.com.
The formatting of it is all wrong though. These guys need help with their webpage. (J-bo? I don't know if they can offer you any money. Maybe we could renegotiate a re-launch of their journal, but it'd be a joint venture--and we'd be editors too.) Anyhow, I'm trying to get them to properly format it, but I don't know if that will happen.
If the story intrigues you I can send you a properly formatted version upon request.
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“…it’s hard to resist your own substance, you’d like to stop all this, give yourself time to think about it and listen without difficulty to your heartbeat, but it’s too late for that. This thing can never stop. This enormous steel box is on a collision course; we, inside it, are whirling madly with the machines and the Earth. All together, along with the thousands of little wheels and hammers that never strike at the same time, that make noises which shatter one another, some so violent that they release a kind of silence around them, which makes you feel a little better. You give into noise as you give in to war. As the machines you let yourself go with the two three ideas that are wobbling about at the top of your head. And that’s the end. From then on everything you look at, everything you touch is hard. And everything you still manage to remember more or less becomes as rigid as iron and loses its savor in your thoughts.” Celine, Journey to the End of the Night
“It’s not that I like the empire—I hate it—but there’s nothing I can do about it right now.” Luke Skywalker, Star Wars
2 comments:
Either you cut that story down about 10 pages, or the link isn't working... which makes sense, considering most of their links aren't working.
I like that story--I'm glad you got it up.
i want to read it, but the website is unusable. chaos indeed.
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