A Letter From A Work of Fiction #9
Welcome to the bi-monthly letter from A Work of Fiction. These letters will go out on a weekend when we have enough published stories to warrant a letter. And things have been picking up steam lately. So, here we are, on schedule.
We will be recruiting fiction writers in the next couple of months to add to our small stable of great writers. A Work of Fiction is a fiction publication brought to you by Assemblage. These newsletters always have friend links so everyone can read them whether they have a paid Medium account or not.
Stories Since Our Last Letter
My Final Proof by Bradley J Nordell
“And as the mental twilight utters its immortal poetry, blood melting into the gray matter of my cerebral cortex, I accept my last thought as an old friend. And in my march onwards to another realm of consciousness, I wonder if our withered misbegotten lives of mathematical chaos and logic mattered at all?”
Climbing Towards Enlightenment by Aspen Blue
“Before I can follow in their footsteps, the wind lashes me with a scornful spate of ash and cinders, reminding me I have not given the kami their due. I swiftly emulate the motions of my predecessors, give thanks with all my heart, and rush to catch up before they are swallowed completely by the mist.”
Three-Piece Suit by Jonathan Greene
“It felt kind of freeing to be so cavalier about the differentiation between my top and bottom. Considering I was also barefoot, my outfit rallied in descending order from top to bottom, of my body.”
Sleep Paralysis by Bradley J Nordell
“That’s my last coherent thought before the creature begins to eat me. My lost tether to sanity as I peeked into its mouth and saw that is was a doorway to another place — a place without light or hope or love — just oblivion.”
A Continuing Series
Deadly Desire: Chapter №6 by Estrella Ramirez
“Her tone has softened as she confessed the information she’d been holding onto all these years. I understood why she had withheld the information, but it certainly provided more questions than answers.”
Deadly Desire: Chapter №7 by Estrella Ramirez
“It’s not that I didn’t love him. I was just in the habit of holding onto my independence with a vice-grip. I remember the time before I’d met Mateo, coming home to an empty place was somewhat of a relief. I had a hard time cultivating lasting relationships and mostly kept to myself. Unlocking the door, the sense of uneasiness that washed over me made me wish that he’d been home.”
The Quote
“The storytelling gift is innate: one has it or one doesn’t. But style is at least partly a learned thing: one refines it by looking and listening and reading and practice — by work.” — Donna Tartt
