She was walking along the silent streets, sparse lights hardly made a dent in the darkness — the whole effect was rather Victorian with that all important gothic touch, she almost expected Jack the Ripper to be lurking around some corner.
The stars were shimmering, but in keeping with the mood their glint was cold, she couldn’t help but wonder then at their alien glare.

Not casting any shadow, and sliding along walls that seemed to be whispering secret words from days gone by — should she listen or try to run? She wasn’t sure if this was fun or something else entirely…in any case she carried on, slowly coming to terms with the sudden urge to start walking faster. The whole atmosphere was calm and charged, the air light and heavy, Edgar Allan Poe came to her mind even though it was folly…then again, on her clothes were vodka stains and there was semen in her hair…as a character in a dark tale, she really couldn’t do much better. Real fear finally gripped her and she stopped, slid down to the ground, unable to make a sound — trembling slightly, her skin seemingly shrinking, she waited for… a gruesome death or the morning light to appear, whichever was quicker or more likely.

I must say sorry to anyone who was hoping for a sweet kind of tale, I admit it was a little more sordid than at first appeared. You might like to know that the modern day slut made it home safe and sound, she’s sleeping as I speak, recovering from the fear brought on by an overactive imagination — let this be a lesson: don’t read books and don’t be a slut… or rather: choose one or the other, both is a dangerous combination.

I am in this phase at the moment where I’m really disillusioned with writing. It’s not that I’m unable to write, because I’m still writing a lot, but I feel like everything I write is worthless. This phase comes back at regular intervals, it’s hateful. I honestly don’t feel proud of anything I’ve written lately, apart from this: Wild
Do check it out if you have a spare couple of minutes and if you haven’t read it already — it’s the only writing I’ve done lately that makes the cut as far as I’m concerned.

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22 thoughts on “Character

  1. I like the dark vibe, as October is looming (which I love for more reasons than it’s often associated with Halloween) I do like a good dark tale. I can understand the writing thing. Sometimes I force it and feel a bit underwhelmed by what I write, such as a compilation of short stories I did last year. I can’t believe I tried that!

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    1. Oh I love dark tales, but I’m sure you already knew that 😉
      As for the writing, I regularly go through this…I feel like everything is rubbish and I don’t know if it really is, or if it’s the mood I’m in…it’s a horrible feeling. But anyway, enough self-pity, I cannot believe *you* would ever write anything that wasn’t actually good Dara…I’m not just saying it either, I just don’t believe it. You know, I love short stories! What on earth was wrong with yours??


      1. Well, an attempt at romance stories for one, and I’m not good at developing characters. I actually hate character development, which is why I’d never write a novel. I published the short story compilation but have since yanked it. I think poetry is what I should stick with. I think going through mood shifts makes us writers who we are, which is probably why I published short stories! Oh goodness!

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      2. Oh, that’s so interesting because I think character development is something I’m quite good at, in fact it might be my one and only strength…I’m still working on my novel but to be honest I don’t think I’ll ever think it’s good enough. You’re absolutely right that we should realise what our skills are as writers and stick with that. Your poetry is certainly really, really good but obviously I couldn’t judge your short stories as I haven’t read them…as for the mood shifts, yes, I know exactly where you’re coming from!

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  2. I have been lingering on your site catching up from my absence while dwelling in darkened places with empty ink wells and crumpled parchment… I have found that I have fallen considerably behind in my reading, but have so enjoyed the experience of filling my soul with your writing… Please don’t be disillusioned with your writing… Perhaps you just need to ‘feel’ your words through the eyes of your readers to realize their beauty. I did indeed love “Wild”… but find “Character” so lingers in my mind… Please fill me with more of your words Nathalie… I do so enjoy them…
    Thank you for allowing me to linger here with you for a while…

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    1. Thank you Michael for your very kind and inspiring words, I feel so humbled…and thank *you* for your visit, I am honoured and so very pleased you took the time to come by and stay a while…the pleasure is all mine, I can assure you.
      Have a wonderful week and all my best wishes – Nathalie


    1. Thank you my awesome friend, you were right on with your analysis of this short piece of mine 😉
      Your writing doesn’t suck, oh man, you’re a great writer! And if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s judging other people’s writing! Maybe we should just remind each other that we’re both totally awesome and forget our doubts and insecurities 😉 Haha

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  3. Interesting description. Hope you can write more soon!

    By the way, you’ve been chosen as one of today’s nine blogs in That’s So Jacob’s Ninth Month Blog Challenge (! I challenge you to find nine blogs you find interesting and give them a comment to brighten their day…well, eight other blogs and mine 🙂 Copy this message in your comment and enjoy your new blog friends!

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  4. I know the feeling! I think all of us get that way sometimes, but you are a phenomenal writer. I enjoy reading your work (I’m horrible at showing it enough,) and I always find bits of myself in your words. Keep it up! ❤

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