Such Things

So April came and went without a new story. Most of you reading this already know why, but I suppose I should post an official explanation. Rene and Lil’s original adventure (in the form of a spec screenplay my friend Ben and I wrote) managed to get us some representation out in LA. That means we (and subsequently, I) need to stay focused on getting more screenplay projects off the ground. That also means I’ll be taking a break from these monthly stories… Not because I don’t care about them. Quite the opposite, actually. Loathe as I am to leave the experiment unfinished, dividing my attention and half-assing it seems worse. Giving anything less than everything I have would be a disservice to… all parties involved (fictional or non). The idea behind all this was to keep me writing consistently. The only reason I’m stopping is that there are other things I need to be writing instead. I’ll return to this world eventually (in some form or other). I may also continue to post thing

By the way, if you're wondering how this month's story is holiday related, "Saint Patrick's Purgatory" is a real cave in Ireland where it's said that Saint Patrick heard voices and had visions. Since then, it's been a popular site for religious pilgrimages.

Sorry this one's so late and so long. It almost didn't happen. As most of you know, my friend Ben and I are working on a new screenplay. But to those who reminded me that I have a responsibility: I thank you. Rene does too. Such Things 3: Saint Patrick and Purgatory The girl sat on my sofa in a pair of dark green pants that were far too much by way of being far too little; too low, too short, too tight. She dangled a black shoe from her big toe for a bit before stomping it back into place and finally offering me her eyes. Those almond eyes. I took them, of course, held her gaze a long, cold minute. She was sucking on one of those toffees. The kind in the little golden wrapper. Golden like her skin. Like the spine of the books that Easter makes me read. “I need you,” she said. Golden. “What for?” “To find someone. I heard you do that.” I told her I didn’t do it anymore, that I hadn’t for a very long time. “My friend is missing,” she insisted. "So tell the police." “I

Well, here's the second part. The story is much longer than last time, but I think, most likely, much better. Stick with it, I promise it does go somewhere. Some familiar concepts and interactions if you've read any of my older stuff but also, hopefully, better. I realized that I probably should give the whole thing some sort of title. For the time being, said title is "Such Things." As in "there's no such thing as ________!" Also, as Simon pointed out, reading things on a computer screen sucks. And, as I have realized, blog formatting sucks too. What do you mean I can't indent? So, for anyone who would rather read anything on here as a PDF or some other file format, just let me know. Email me at piotrowski.luke@gmail.com and I'll send it right away. There might be a way to post files on here, but all I see are buttons for movies, images and links. That's all for now. Since reading the story is enough of a commitment, I won't waste any mo