Happy Anniversary, Silence.

Two years ago yesterday was the anniversary of the publication of 'The Story of Silence'. Two years ago yesterday, after a month of hard writing (my first time participating in NaNoWriMo 2012) and also after a hard 6 months of editing as best I could, dealing with a wide range of things I never thought I would have to deal with such as keeping on deadlines, coming to know Microsoft Word intimately and having many arguments and fights with it, and staring at a computer screen for way longer than was healthy, the book was finally complete. It was actually complete a week or two before publication date but the number of problems I had trying to upload the file was not funny. I had to upload the file, then I had to wait, with very slow internet, for it to be accepted, then I had to wait 24 hours before I heard back whether or not it was accepted further. After it was accepted further I had to go through and look at all the problems in formatting Createspace picked out, and then I had to go and fix them all and go through the whole process of uploading and waiting again. I had to do this a total of at least 6 times, that's almost a week of purely uploading slightly different files over and over again and being told they are not acceptable. Somehow, I do not know, it was finally accepted and I published. And wow, two years have passed. Thank you very much all who have bought copies.

Horror Tale

Tell me, you don’t know whom I am do you?
You see me here but you don’t understand.
You have stumbled across a world of black,
the light is gone and there is no turning back.

How have you reached here, my child?
Tell me you know what to expect in the wild?
You came from the light of the world up top,
Bullied, pushed and punished for good.

Seeing things and telling them for what they are.
Never being understood; the truth is too much.
And yet, here you are, I don’t think I understand,
The doors should be closed, locked with a bolt.

I’m sorry for you that you have found us.
Now that you’re here I can’t send you back.
You may seem mystified like a child seeing gold,
wondering what it is that makes it sparkle so bold.

But I think you know I don’t believe your tale.
Coming here is difficult for something so frail.
You say that you fell; you’ve no idea where you are?
Is this Wonderland? No, don’t make me laugh.

I’m starting to scare you with my evil eye,
It watches you move, and it’s black as coal?
I’m sorry, my child, I didn’t mean to scare,
you’re probably not used to it if you live up there.

Something is sniffing you? Pay no attention,
it’ll only eat your legs if you offer it a bone.
Why is the darkness pushing you away?
You’re not yet ripe, you need to decay.

Decay as in die. It’s a semi-quick way,
it depends on the mood of the killer behind you.
I’m sorry, just my little joke, please don’t cry.
Crying attracts creatures I don’t want to see.

Not because I care, believe me I don’t,
it’s just that they’re hogs, they’ll scoff you whole.
What am I saying? You don’t understand?
Child, it’s the only reason I’ve let you live this long.

To have eaten you before when you’d just arrived,
would have been a mistake, I’d only just ate.
But by talking to you now and bidding my time,
my last meal’s gone down and I now have room.

No, no don’t scream, it won’t be long,
It’s really quite quick, I’ll just open wide.