Day 2 (October 19, 8:35:29 AM BST)The next morning dawned under a bleak, leaden sky.Day 2 (October 19, 8:35:29 AM BST) in Writing More Like This
As he stood shivering in his boxers before the single narrow window in his cramped hotel room, Paul could see a sliver of the grey waters of the Thames through the gauntlet of buildings that surrounded his hotelenough to catch the occasional, random swoop of gulls in the mist. He had spent enough time in country during his last visit to develop a sense of familiarity. All the little cultural and practical differences (the iconic electric plugs, the alternate spelling of words) were beginning to reassemble in his psyche like missing pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
He smiled with more than a hint of sarcasm as he peered through the dim, sooty glass while scratching the stubble on his face. The landscape through the window was a metaphor for everything in his life. Always in sight, but just out of reach.
He stood looking out absentmindedly until his full bladder began to compete with the view. As he turned from the window and headed towa
The Host With the MostPaul staggered out into the early morning fog like a drunkard.The Host With the Most in Writing More Like This
He hunched into the raised lapels of this too-thin jacket and wandered away from the hotel, disoriented, shivering--panic gnawing at his gut like a cannibal. "I need help," he thought, "but where?" The nearest hospital was the obvious answer, but the thought of what the doctors would do filled his mind with images of hospital beds with straps, extended isolation with no answers and needles piercing his flesh.
The mass on his thigh was growing--that was certain. Paul could feel it writhing and pushing against his flesh as he walked. Lost in his fears, he never noticed the black, windowless van pull up next to him until he heard the van door slide back violently, and rough hands reached out and pulled him out of the grey London mist into darkness.
He awoke with a headache, disoriented. His eyes would not focus and he began to panic, his heart pounding in his ch
Thank you to the Odyssey II teamHi allThank you to the Odyssey II team in Personal More Like This
I just felt like I should take a moment to thank both those who organized the Odyssey project, and the wonderful group of contributors who not just took part, but really gave the whole thing a fantastic friendly supportive vibe throughout. Also thank you David for modelling for my selected image, you were my good luck charm
Really looking forward to seeing the outcome in print (and having my work included in a book featuring Clive Barker, as a major fan that boggles my mind).
This project has really re-sparked my love of producing mixed media digital work
Roll on Odyssey 3