“YOU WILL BE PULLED BACK”: OUT IN THE FIELDS WITH GOD. Well, the Not Really Much of a Ray Bradbury Pastiche At All in the End story is completed. There are many things I like about it, but it isn’t at all original, and I think the main thing I wanted to do with the story got lost as it shaped itself too perfectly to the genre-cliche contours. Ah well. It’s fine, really, it just doesn’t add to the sum total of human knowledge. Next story will be the one with the aliens, which (I think) is significantly more original. I’ll begin posting that by the end of the week and should be done before the end of next week. (It’s short.)

 

So: Go here to read the story from the beginning, or here to get the final chapter.

 

She pictures the broken glass, pictures the steam.

She pictures a soul with no leak at the seam.

Let’s take the boat out; wait until darkness.

Let’s take the boat out; wait until darkness.

Let’s take the boat out.

Wait until darkness comes.

 

 

Did you perhaps go further than you told us?