Posted by toadstar on 4:38 PM

“The Problem for Artists Isn’t Piracy, It’s Obscurity”

I live in obscurity. I work twelve hours a day, twelve hours away from my family, twelve hours away from my writing for near poverty wages. I have all these ideas for stories and no time to create them. I’m trapped in obscurity, and I’m about to loose my house. I need to break free. So I have decided to put one of my short stories online and see if anything happens. Maybe nothing, maybe something, who knows.

The story is one that I had written for the Machine of Death Anthology. The concept of the anthology is that there is a machine that can, with just a drop of blood, tell you how it is you will die. The problem is that the machine is rather vague in it's predictions. This is the story that I came up with, sadly it was not chosen, but I have been working on it for the past couple of weeks and I think that I now have a better story than the one that I submitted.

It's a love story about a young man who, when he lest expects it, finds true love and how the changes in society and the ghosts of his past affect that relationship. There were some scenes that were kind of difficult to write and took a lot out of me, but I think that in the end it was worth it. I hope that you all enjoy it.

The story can be found here in a variety of different formats and even an audio version (I'm not sure of the quality of that, but if enough people are interested I think that I can be persuaded to do a podcast of the story). Thank you very much for your time and feel free to leave any feedback in the comment section.

The house was dark; they had only the moon and the streetlight out front to guide them through the dark and empty house. They settled in the living room amongst the shadows and dust motes. They sat in awkward silence for a couple of minutes, while Jen and Sarah kept pm’ing each other, leaving Thom and Bran in the dark. Suddenly Jen suggested that they should play truth or dare. Everyone thought that it would be a good idea, everyone but Bran. They went ahead and started. Jen went first. She chose Bran and he asked for a truth.

“How are you going to die, Bran,” she asked.

Update: Sorry I had a problem uploading the files to scribd-it should be working now.


Jackson Pollock by Miltos Manetas