brick (rough draft chapter 1) |
I wanted to break out the windows. I wanted this brick to be my savior, my guiding light, the one simple earthly thing to cement me as an important figure, not only in my life but in someone else's....
Posted by Lewis The Writer on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 09:56:00 PST |
the moment |
The bathroom is blue, an overwhelming shade of blue, the kind of blue you think of when you imagine your first time seeing the sea. Its quiet-its collected and the glow of the streetlights through th...
Posted by Lewis The Writer on Thu, 08 May 2008 08:46:00 PST |
Modern Ghosts-The Beach |
And it was a good day. The kind of day where nothing really matters besides feeling the sand between your toes, and the water around your ankles. Lake Michigan was clear for once, and my friends and ...
Posted by Lewis The Writer on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 05:49:00 PST |
Modern Ghosts-Waiting Room. (rough) |
The hospital waiting room was empty. We had been secluded, my brother and I. Placed in a waiting room for the people who had enough money to ask for one, when really they had just placed us in a lou...
Posted by Lewis The Writer on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 03:52:00 PST |
Modern Ghosts, Chapter 1: The Letter |
Jes killed himself last night. How he did it isn't important right now, but when his roommate found him he was already blue. His hand clutched a note that read "Tell B.I. I'll be hanging around". Hi...
Posted by Lewis The Writer on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 01:56:00 PST |
Chapters 4-6 |
I changed the font for Forrest, now it's bigger. Chapter 4 is Forrest. Chapter 5 is Jenette. GET THE HANG OF IT. Chapter 4 I woke up in my room, hungover and not wearing anything besides the boxer s...
Posted by Lewis The Writer on Tue, 15 Jan 2008 08:44:00 PST |
A Momentary Loss of Control (Ch.1-3) |
It's still rough and can handle some changes but the layout is as follows: It follows three of the main characters through the first three chapters. Varying text size and fonts denote character differ...
Posted by Lewis The Writer on Mon, 07 Jan 2008 08:02:00 PST |
white lights ( is not finished) |
Moving picture I remember waking up, under a blanket, not really knowing how I got wherever I was. A living room. A coffee table where someone else lay. My hand rubbed the sleep from my eye and by n...
Posted by Lewis The Writer on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 01:22:00 PST |
Barren |
Barren. Twisted off the bed, dangling mere inches above the ground. A stray strand danced over the hardwood floor before being swept up by a gust of wind that would slide under the peeling, white p...
Posted by Lewis The Writer on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 07:42:00 PST |
rewrites |
He would bring the cigarette away from his mouth, ashing it against the balcony railing of the twelfth story perch. Cold, biting cold moved through his thin layer of clothing: a black hooded sweatshi...
Posted by Lewis The Writer on Fri, 23 Nov 2007 11:00:00 PST |
