![]() Like much of the silo, it seemed to have been built for other purposes, for functions long since forgotten. Holston thought, not for the first time, that the tight staircase couldn’t have been meant for such traffic, for so many years of abuse. But untold years had passed and metal had been rubbed away, molecules at a time, a handful with each shuffling step. Only near the edges could he see what they once looked like: high and crisp, made for grip. The small diamond shaped bumps had been worn nearly flat across the center of the steps. Taking his time, each step methodical and ponderous, Holston wound his way around and around the spiral staircase, his worn boots ringing on the metal treads. He could hear them screaming as only happy children do. The kids were playing while Holston climbed to his death. So here’s a very rough draft of the first three chapters of WOOL. And e-readers and print-on-demand make it possible to share these works at the right price. This is film adapted to books, rather than the other way around. Developing characters and an interesting story in this frame is a challenge, but the reward is a piece of fiction readers can digest in a sitting. ![]() ![]() I’m really enjoying working with the constraints of 10,000 – 15,000 words. My current project is another short novella, about the length of The Plagiarist. ![]()
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