Hope everyone is enjoying Nanowrimo. It’s almost the halfway point. Here’s a little excerpt from the novel I’ve been working on:
Death was born somewhere in myths much as humanity is/was/will continue to be. Form was given to state; something to own endings. A person(a) to bargain with. From disparate/desperation manifestation arose for negotiation. Frailty begs always to be given more chances to evade breakage. Cycles pierced are convinced that prick is part of completion.