WIP Whenever
No Broken Words update this week because the author is currently in the mood for deleting it all, BUT at least a snippet of what is going on for the blorbos (subject to change).
I could not have liked it in my twenties. Wow. What a text to send in the middle of the night. Carl gritted his teeth. and now? In the next few, excruciatingly long minutes that followed, Carl’s brain went wild with possibilities, none of them good. It was a book for stupidly exalted young men, and Akram was of course above that since he was ten. It was disturbing. It was too disgustingly queer. The worst one: it was blend. Now it gives me a new insight. Fuck that guy. Carl could begin an anthology of cryptic statements at this point, maybe sell them as omens for the new year. great review thx. i’ll call you for the ads next time The phone started to vibrate, and Carl almost let it fall on the floor. Akram’s name was gleaming on the screen. “Yeah?” “I hope it is not too late to call?” “I don’t sleep,” he groaned. “I never do.” “I don’t think it is good for you.” “You’re calling in the middle of the night to police my sleeping habits?” “You wanted a better review.” For once, Carl closed his lips before snapping. No, he didn’t want a review. He didn’t want a rating out of five stars, or empty words of appreciation, or a polite, respectful, clean assessment. He wanted Akram to feel the agony of old fractures, and his teeth aching for something to tear into. “This all feels very foreign to me.” Akram’s voice was careful, as if he could cut his tongue on the words.
What do you have, my beloved fellow writers?
