Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Karl

Dude, Neill. I found an old thing I wrote ages ago. It was supposed to be a way to lay down an idea really quick. Of course, I vaguely remember the story. I know it was sort of a circus vs. Lovecraft town thing. It was very early 2000's. It reads like a shitty episode of The X-Files. So the dude above is a brush test, but sort of reminds me of what i was thinking for Karl. So, enjoy my awful writing from over a decade ago.

Karl was massive. He wasn't just massive, he was solid.. Gravity seemed to buckle around him. Karl, for all his mass and bulk, was as simple and gentle as a young child. He loved butterflies, he loved their delicateness. he dreamed of touching them, of holding them softly, of feeling their delicate wings on his hands; but he knew better.
Karl broke anything and everything that he placed in his fists. He drank from a beaten up metal pop, since he usually crushed glasses. His plate was a chunk of metal that the ringmaster had fashioned for him out of an old water tank. Karl rarely touched or hugged anyone, even though he desperately wanted too; out of fear of crushing them in his arms. He had before, breaking ribs, and dislocating bones.
Karl was the perfect strongman. He could lift anything, he practically raised the big top on his own. He bent metal his his hands, he was well loved among the circus folk. they looked out for him, and he loved them for it. he was smart enough to know that he couldn't offer much in return, other than his bulk and strength. Raising tents and lifting crates hardly seemed a fair payback.
That's why when the circus entered the small southern coastal town of El Pescado, and the events began to happen, Karl rose to the occasion. While the others cowered and ran in fear, Karl stood his ground and held off the beasts that plagued them. He would do anything to repay the kindness and love his circus family had shared with him; and he did.
 Anyway, So Karl fights the evil town and it's fish deity, and saves most the circus folk; some have to die to make it exciting. the Karl gives his life to save the day and the last bit we get with him is him being carried away to heaven by thousands of butterflies. Cheese.

Sigh...why am I sharing this?

Doug 'weighs more than butterflies' Williams



1 comment:

  1. I actually like the last paragraph the most, where you quickly summarize the rest of the story. Its a much more relaxed expression. Have you thought of writing through the perspective of the classic "old man telling a story"?

    Thanks for sharing!

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