It’s been quite a long time since I’ve posted content on Writings By Ender but I missed it with my entire being. I’m actively writing again and hope to get a short story to you all by the end of next week. Until then I’m trying to decide what other material I should add to the site. What would you like to see on Writings by Ender? What sort of content do you enjoy on other writing blogs? Please feel free to tell me any of your opinions!
I released Bonds That Bind late last year. It took time for me to realize it but my release of the book was contrary to what I stand for. To remedy this, I am now giving my collection Bonds that Bind for free here on Writings By Ender. If you enjoy it and want to support my writing, you can still by the book but I want to make it accessible to everyone. https://writingbyender.files.wordpress.com/2016/10/bonds-that-bind.pdf This is the link. No strings attached, straight-to-download. If you wish to support me and my writing after reading the book, you can buy it on Amazon here(reviews are nice too): https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M5BIGM7
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Bryce turned his back to the stage and exited stage left. His body dripped with sweat and the stage lights made his scrawny back and shoulders glisten, thereby accentuating his exhaustion. Left in the center of the stage was a bloodied body lying face down. His chest didn’t move; the man wasn’t breathing. The house lights were fof leaving a perfect darkness beyond the stage and as Bryce left, the crowd cheered and begged for more.
“Bryce. What did you do,” asked a scrawny white man. Bryce walked passed the man without answering but the man followed behind. “You knew our rules Bryce, we don’t kill each other. That’s what they want.” The man pointed out towards the stage but Bryce wasn’t reacting to the man’s tirade.
Bryce’s face flushed red, his hands clenched and he turned to the man. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bryce started reserved but momentum was building against his control. “You weren’t there, you don’t know what he asked of me.” He paused for breath. He smelled the blood on his body and it mixed with his the musk of his sweat. “He begged me to kill him. He told me he wanted to die and he begged like a child.” Bryce felt the heat escaping his body and he was growing furious. “I couldn’t let him go on like this, he was going crazy in here. You know as well as I do that some can’t handle the constant fighting. I had to do what I had to do.”
The stage was cleaned off and two more men rushed to the theater to fight for their audience’s pleasure.
I want to challenge you all with this writing prompt. My goal is to get those who participate to consider their lives and all of the moments where they have experienced freedom. I’m not talking a shallow sense of freedom but a personal liberation so grand that it moved you. So this week consider every facet of your life, dig deep and think widely, and write about that exact moment.
As is true with every week, those who post will get featured on my Saturday post (free publicity!) Depending on the amount of participation, I’ll even post the work to social media and have it go the rounds adding to the traffic that goes your way. So what do you have to lose?
At times funny and charming and most other times out right haunting, Child of God is another excellent work by the renown writer Cormac McCarthy. The book centers on Lester Ballard who is largely disliked by the community at large. Lester has a few friends but they are never quite treated as such but rather as a means to achieve something else. The book centers on disturbing themes such as pedophilia and necrophilia and is base loosely on real life events.
As always McCarthy’s style is minimalist and completely removed of any excess in terms of grammar and punctuation. In reading McCarthy a reader will come to realize the amount of waste that comes in reading other writers. Hemingway’s influence on McCarthy largely apparent in this case and in some ways, McCarthy provides more direct impact.
The scenes within the book unfold more or less linearly but don’t all directly relate to the plot. Some scenes only serve the purpose of providing context to thing to come or in characterization of Lester Ballard. Having the book played out this way is effective when it comes to an overall picture but it is not difficult for one to get lost or to determine the purpose of these scenes.
Overall Child of God is a strong novel with highly adult and disturbing things that will not be suitable for all readers. Those who had trouble going through Nabokov’s Lolita, will find similar, if not worse, trouble getting through this novel. If you can stomach these distressing themes, then you will find an excellent read with Child of God
“To watch these things issuing from the otherwise mute pastoral morning is a man at the barn door. He is small, unclean, unshaven. He moves in the dry chaff among the dust and slats of sunlight with a constrained truculence. Saxon and Celtic bloods. A child of God much like yourself perhaps.”
“Bowing, pointing, smiling. The microphone in one hand. Among the pines on the ridge the sound of the auctioneer’s voice echoed muted, redundant. An illusion of multiple voices, a ghost chorus among old ruins.”
“Old woods and deep. At one time in the world there were woods that no one owned and these were like them.”