With the feeling of a wasteland, complete with death and intriguing inquiries about life, sleep, and the meaning of the desert all around.
shufflng.deviantart.com/art/We… Prologue, Chapters 1-3
shufflng.deviantart.com/art/We… Chapters 4-5
shufflng.deviantart.com/art/We… Chapters 6-8
I hope to make more, which I'm sure I will. Something tells me the opinion of the community is what will take this story in the right direction.
There is usually a set course with my work. I get started and I feel really great about the whole thing. I get a few thousand words under my belt and then I start to lose control of it, unable to discern the worked-out pages with the ideas.
When I hit these famous roadblocks, I revert to the deviants I've come to know and love.
Those deviants who have anonymously helped me develop my style and overcome these blocks in creativity.
This is what I've written for the last week or so, and for it being a week I'm proud
For it being held up when it was on such a roll, I'm not so pleased,
Please tell me what you think about the pieces, about the characters (who's important to you, who's intriguing to you, whose peculiarities seem to reflect the best and worst of humanity most clearly, whatever you've got.)
I seem to have stepped on a landmine with this allegory, so I want some help scraping off the shrapnel. All comments will be considered and potentially help turn this project from a fledgling comment into a complete satire, or better.
Thanks, for everything, whenever you gave it for whatever reason. This has the chance to be my deviantART opus, so if you feel like you've participated and you'd like a cameo, I'd like to hear how you dress yourself before stepping in Doc Brown's time machine headed for 1885.