| Beyond Absolution is the novel-in-progress about a man's journey through a world robbed of change and meaning, a world where death and consequence are meaningless. |
Beyond Absolution
Beyond Absolution - Chapter 12Our Great StateBeyond Absolution - Chapter 12
I made it to Whitechapel three days later. I hadn't been able to put Haz out of my mind completely yet, but I had managed to confine him to a small corner where he would only occasionally escape. When he did, I would wonder if he had left the house yet, or whether he still clung to the old farmstead like a lifeline tied to a sinking ship. He might have been right behind me, following my lead and heading to Whitechapel in search of answers. I didn't know, and I didn't waste any time looking behind me.
The town drooped at the end of a long stretch of highway, pressed down by the yellowed clou
by =Non-Somnium
Beyond Absolution - Chapter 11Weary Lazarus - IIBeyond Absolution - Chapter 11
"Coffee?"
The old man was walking in broken circles around the kitchen, banging cupboards and rattling mugs like a lost poltergeist. A kettle churbled on the benchtop. His nose had stopped bleeding, but every now and then he would rub it with the back of his bony hand.
"Yeah, please." I replied. "Ahasver; it's an unusual name you've got there."
"It's Jewish. Friends call me Haz." He pulled a couple of mugs from one of the cupboards and closed the door with a bang. "I'm all out of milk, so it'll have to be black."
I took that at face value and said black coffee
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Beyond Absolution - Chapter 10Weary Lazarus - IBeyond Absolution - Chapter 10
I walked the rail-straight highway for two weeks. Once I'd left suburbia, most of the journey was spent on an arid wasteland, walking past scrub and plains with mountains on the impossibly distant horizon. There was a sense of scale and grandeur that couldn't be matched by any of the city's steel and glass monuments. I felt tiny, insignificant; pinned underneath the sun by the magnifying lens of the desert.
Sometimes the highway would cut through a small town. The houses were universally empty of both people and belongings, their doors ajar like a half-finished sentence. Dead men can't take th
by =Non-Somnium
Beyond Absolution - Chapter 9A Mortal Rapture - IIIBeyond Absolution - Chapter 9
We were half-way through round two (I jumped the gun after so long; she didn’t mind) that Laute walked in.
I didn’t notice, of course; I was too busy concentrating on matching the rhythm of my hips to those of his wife. She must have seen him out of the corner of her eye though, because one hand detached itself from my back and made some sort of waving motion beside my head as she said hello to her darling husband.
I practically fell out of the bed stammering my apologies, grabbing the bedspread in an attempt to cover myself. The wife made no attempt to do the same, or ma
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No Particular DirectionNo more! shall these eyes turn and watch me, inscrutable in their selfish, slanted gaze. Another, and another and another, a procession as long as life itself.No Particular Direction
No more! shall I turn and turn, an eye on a string whirled round and round a solid sphere as plain as truth seen clear through purpose.
Let me be a timeless, knowing man; let the sculpture of the world rest awhile from its depth. Let my words bridge the chapel from finger to finger, and my eyes turn
in no particular direction.
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Beyond Absolution - Chapter 12Our Great StateBeyond Absolution - Chapter 12
I made it to Whitechapel three days later. I hadn't been able to put Haz out of my mind completely yet, but I had managed to confine him to a small corner where he would only occasionally escape. When he did, I would wonder if he had left the house yet, or whether he still clung to the old farmstead like a lifeline tied to a sinking ship. He might have been right behind me, following my lead and heading to Whitechapel in search of answers. I didn't know, and I didn't waste any time looking behind me.
The town drooped at the end of a long stretch of highway, pressed down by the yellowed clou
by =Non-Somnium
Beyond Absolution - Chapter 11Weary Lazarus - IIBeyond Absolution - Chapter 11
"Coffee?"
The old man was walking in broken circles around the kitchen, banging cupboards and rattling mugs like a lost poltergeist. A kettle churbled on the benchtop. His nose had stopped bleeding, but every now and then he would rub it with the back of his bony hand.
"Yeah, please." I replied. "Ahasver; it's an unusual name you've got there."
"It's Jewish. Friends call me Haz." He pulled a couple of mugs from one of the cupboards and closed the door with a bang. "I'm all out of milk, so it'll have to be black."
I took that at face value and said black coffee
by =Non-Somnium
NaNo '09 - Day Three"To the next life, and all the mysteries of other worlds," we repeated, and took a long, deep draught of the elixir.NaNo '09 - Day Three
Even diluted by the water, it was strong enough to burn like a strong whisky going down my throat. It tasted nothing like the amber drink, though; it tasted like liquorice, and dancing light playing in the back of my throat. It opened up my sinuses like menthol, and when I put the cup down I felt like it had opened my eyes as well.
The drunken haze that had clouded my sight was gone. I was still drunk – well and truly drunk – but it was a clear-eyed drunkenness, a sight that took in all the w
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