Let it be known that all characters, objects, towns, streets, corporations, nations mentioned on this website,
or in any further writing done by William Zedalis (electronic, or hard copy whether published or
rough draft) or discussed are purely fictional and made up by the writer. Any similarities
either in name or description is purely coincidental and unintended.
Snippet of Story
Chapter 1: Part 1
He sat there alone, in the dark, quite unsure of his standings in the world. Even the most inconsequential of us have a sense of who we are, we are defined by our accomplishments and our actions, but not him. No, most definitely, not him. He sat there fingering the stitches and staples that crisscrossed his forearm like rusty train tracks crossing the heartland, segregating corn fields from farm. His whole body itched, it was the type if itch that you can't scratch without causing pain, like the itch of a healing wound.
Time swirled around him like the cold Atlantic fog rolling in off Boston harbor. He felt conscious of it's passing but couldn't grasp how long he'd been there. He had tried to move his legs a few times to get up but he couldn't get the myriad of muscles to coordinate the intricate ballet of balance needed to stand. Instead he spasmed a lurch and struggled a stumble to gain a blurred glance of his surroundings. Each time he hit the floor fireworks of pain flared up and exploded in fantastic colors inside his clenched eyelids, wait, did he even have eyelids to shut because he couldn't remember ever blinking.
I started blogging with a horror story about zombies. I have come to realize that blogging is a much more powerful medium for expression of thought. The blogging community is an open marketplace for ideas and discussion. I am passionate about life, love, and thought. I hope that you will join myself and other bloggers around the world... God Bless you!
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