A/N #1: Oh, Lordy. It has been… how long since I have been on here? I have actually been battling the worst bout of writer's block I have EVER experienced. It wasn't just that I was lacking in ideas, I actually stopped wanting to write! That was truly a first for me. The reason I haven't been reviewing all of the stories and authors I normally would is that, quite frankly, it was too.. painful. I will review everything soon though, I promise. So this is just a little prologue to a new multi-chapter fic. I wanted to finish the other two first (The Last of Adam and The One) but this little ditty was the only decent thing I wrote during my giant absence, so I figured I would post it. I know it is short, but it is just meant to be a blurb/letter. Sorry again for how much I suck.
May 11, 2008
He was Lawrence Gordon, your everyday, run-of-the-mill American male. On a daily bases he walked the stark, harsh halls of a large imposing hospital wearing the same white overcoat that allowed each passer by to know the high-held place he had, after many years of working overtime and kissing ass, finally acquired at his job. Each day he combed his hair in exactly the same way (over to the left and then down the side) and each day he held the same emotionless expression on his handsome face: pale skin stretched tight in burning squint, stopping abruptly at his thin crimson lips. His cheeks were a hollow result of an abrupt weight loss and his all of his features were framed by worry-lines and eyebrows constantly pulled into a gut-wrenching furrow. To be frank, he looked half-dead most mornings. God forbid you saw him in the early AM after a 15 hour shift… You'd swear you had entered into the apocalypse. This zombie-like appearance was only heightened by the most distinctive thing about his body: the lack of a foot on his right limb.
At first glance at this half man you would assume he had no imagination, no life and, if it weren't for the glistening gold wedding band laced proudly on his ring finger, no love. As it happens, this was entirely untrue about Lawrence Gordon. His problem in life was that he had too much.
I expect the state he had fallen in wouldn't have been nearly as bad if it weren't for the incident a few months back regarding another regular at this hospital. As hard as it is to believe, our dear Larry was once a normal, healthy and sane upper-class man capable of not only saving physical lives but souls as well. They were a strange pairing, Lawrence and his lover. I had never quite seen anything like them. Rest assured however, that they were in the purest kind of love possible. They were each other's lives and, as is particularly notable now, each other's deaths. Love works in mysterious ways…
Jeremy McKinnon, The Inquirer.
J. McKinnon
A/N #2: I don't expect you to review. This is short and honestly, really crappy. It's not exactly my normal writing style, so. Anyway, I am just going to plunge back into writing and hopefully I can work through this writer's block. I was actually really close to ending both TLOA and The One without finishing them, but it wouldn't be fair to any loyal readers. Thanks for baring with me guys.