When I Run Out Of It
It’s been a long time since I last posted for National Blog Writing Month. And I feel terrible. I wanted to write daily here, I wanted to post fantastic stuff that came from the depths of my heart. But then that thing called Real Life takes over and then I get sick and suddenly it’s nearly Tuesday the 23rd of October and I’m in debt up to my eyeballs in posts unwritten.
As a writer/blogger/whatever I am, I love to write. In some ways it serves as partial therapy. So tonight I decided I was going to write another random chapter to my probably never to be published novel. Feel free to read on!
You always imagine your death going any number of ways. Over the years you think of the one way you’d want to go. You also imagine the worst way to go. Maybe it’s connected to a terrifying phobia you’ve never really conquered. Or maybe it’s something that stuck with you ever since you saw that one movie you shouldn’t have watched the lights off. Because everyone knows that’s a terrible idea. But it stays with you through all the years and towards the twilight of your life you begin to wonder. You start to ask if it will hurt, will there be someone to greet you as you pass onto the next reality or does it simply fade to black and you never back from that commercial break?
It’s a question I’ve had to start asking and it’s not by choice. I’m not terribly pleased with it and I’ve made my complaints very clear to those that will still listen. You see, it’s the end of the world. The Last Days. Only it’s not going the way everyone was told it would. Somewhere along the line things went sideways. God is still around and so are His Angels and they pack a hell of a punch, no pun intended. But there are more players in the game this time around. Players you’d probably find in a fantasy movie or a vampire book.
Yep. It’s basically a gigantic catastrophic failure of Armageddon-ic proportions. We’re not sure how it happened and we’re not terribly interested in finding out. We’re too busy trying to stay alive and manage to see another sunset over the hills of wherever we’ve managed to hide ourselves. All we know is that the future is unknown. Everything changed. And we’re rewriting The End Times playbook like a bat out of hell. Again, no pun intended.
My name’s Terry McCloud. And I carry one of the Swords of God. I also have a wizard’s staff. Oh and I have a crush on someone on the other side.
Like I said, things have taken a turn. And we’re trying to set it right.
We’ve got a big job ahead of us. And this is our story.