Friday, April 24, 2009

Heritage House Chapter one

What follows is the full first chapter of the latest endeavor. I am several chapters in at this point, working hard to make the May 31 deadline for the Liberty States Fiction Writers challenge. 60,000 wds or else...

Heritage House Chapt. 1

I decided to repost the chapter as separate link. It was consuming the entire blog page.

One caveat to any readers: When I am writing to flesh out content, please don't point out typos. This is raw copy and I so don't care at this stage. I am working for speed and character development. I do my copy edits AFTER I know where my characters are going and the story is more complete.

Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away