At these times, the lad rode on a great gray steed into battle at Agincourt. Or swam the Amazon, walked a wire with the Wallendas, climbed the highest mountains, or explored the dangerous jungle with a machete. Anything, anything to get away. Escape from the reality of his youth to the fiction of adulthood. To become a writer.
The young lad lay with his head sandwiched between two clutched pillows, trying to shut out the noise. The arguments penetrating the thin wall. The thud of things thrown, sometimes sounds of broken glass, then a slamming door, and it was over.
At these times, the lad rode on a great gray steed into battle at Agincourt. Or swam the Amazon, walked a wire with the Wallendas, climbed the highest mountains, or explored the dangerous jungle with a machete. Anything, anything to get away. Escape from the reality of his youth to the fiction of adulthood. To become a writer.
Jennifer Duncan
24/9/2021 03:16:54 pm
Difficult life circumstances does push many people into fictional lives, and some great writers had nasty lives.
Sue Clayton
25/9/2021 04:39:03 am
Was his genre violence, I wonder, or did his fiction thrive on his youthful
Fliss Zakaszewska
26/9/2021 09:39:26 am
As Jenifer said, but most of us write from a degree of pain. Great story, Ed.
Dee Lorraine
27/9/2021 04:12:33 pm
So glad he found his great escape. Who knows how many lives he touched as a writer? Love your story, Ed. Comments are closed.
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