The Way To Babylon (Different Kingdoms) - Plot & Excerpts
They were becoming clearer around him again, his characters. They refused to allow themselves to be printed on paper, but their shadows fell over his shoulder as he sat at his barren desk and tapped the keys of the typewriter aimlessly. He plotted the rise and fall of lords and ladies, struggles for power in the wide, green land of his stories, battles and sieges, and forlorn love liaisons which he could never quite bring himself to visualise fully. No, it’s no good. It’s gone. His world was flat and lifeless, the characters like puppets across a badly painted backdrop. The picture he was creating darkened, grew colder. His imagination drifted into an icy gloom without stars. Battles became ugly, desperate affairs and corpses piled in the snow. Wolves worried at the bodies, and the stench of burning hurt the air. His fingers clicked the keys into a glittering immobility. He ploughed to a halt. I have become a season, he thought. I am winter, waiting out the long night before spring.
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