Sunday writing 20150726 (#BayWriteClub): A (second) fantastical start

Mud. Mud and its earthy fragrance was all I knew for the first minute of life. I breathed in deep, relishing breath. I had never experienced it before. Nobody had, and mine was the first body. The caked on dirt kept my eyes closed, but I could breathe and smell, and I filled my lungs …

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Sunday writing 20150714 (#BayWriteClub): A fantastical start

Precepts: Engage a sense of fun. ** “I’m just saying violence doesn’t solve everything.” “How can you say that! You’re a mercenary?” “So?” “You solve with violence for a living!” “Yeah, well—” “Yeah, well! What you eat for breakfast, who your friends are, who you fuck, all solved through violence.” “Well, there are factors.” “Factors?” …