I Do Not Blog With My Hands

I blog with my heart. A writer that blogs with their hands have forgotten the face of their father…

I watched the Dark Tower and really enjoyed it. Since there is a new series in the works, it felt like the right time to revisit it. I think the majority of people that gave it bad reviews/assessments may have judge things other than the film directly. Many of the big critics I’ve read were pretty spot on/fair. It had faults but it was very well executed overall.

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More Thoughts on Alita

After becoming slightly obsessed with Alita Battle Angel, I went and saw the new film. I was worried going in that it might be bad (because there is a long history of just terrible anime/manga adaptations) but it was really good. It was described by Gita Jackson as Bladerunner by the CW and that is accurate. Also, not a bad thing.

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Her Prince of Shadow

Hello! A super long time ago in the distant past (like 10ish years ago?) I wrote a bad horror story. It’s just got problems. I want to revisit this universe and character and fix the issues I see but I haven’t found the right way to approach it yet. That said, I don’t want to forget this character. So here’s a reprint from my old blog to keep it fresh in my mind.

Also, to note, this story was directly inspired by reading the story-Smoke Ghost by Fritz Leiber Jr. The story terrified me and its imagery has stuck with me ever since my first reading.

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Edd Cartier illustrated this so that I would never know the sweet embrace of sleep again.

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Alita Bit Closer Now

I have a confession. I never watched, read, or had any knowledge Of Alita Battle Angel beyond the title till I saw the teaser for the live action film. Watching that first trailer, it seemed kind of blah. Nothing really terrible but it didn’t give me shivers or get me on the edge of my seat. James Cameron is pretty okay (I just never get super excited about his stuff but he is good). I had never heard of Laeta Kalogridis before but have seen several of their works. I will watch anything directed by Robert Rodriguez however.

So I started to check it out.

Couldn’t hurt?

Right?

 

pray to alita

 

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Wattpad?

Alright, test time–do you use Wattpad? Is that a thing that people use? I want to start putting more of myself out there for people to see and share. I know I’m not that great of a writer (in like world-wide standings) but I also know that in today’s world I won’t get anywhere without regular material. Wattpad supposedly offers solutions for writers to get noticed more and garnish more readers.

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Wet Dull Smack

Hello all!

Below is one of my favorite pieces published by the Fringe Magazine. It has its problems but I think it really sets up the character Shelly for some later stories and has a good way of drawing you in quick. I need to edit out some of the ‘purple passages’ and rework some ‘show-don’t-tell’ but I still like it. Enjoy and go read some more Fringe afterwards!

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Just Got to Laugh About the End

Yo!

Below is my first published piece of fiction ever! I was way too excited to have this online when it first came out. I just knew I was going to be rolling in cash within the week. Now that my excitement has died down from my first publication, I still enjoy reading the short piece.

Weirdyear Magazine is a great place for just starting out writer. This has been one of my favorite journals since submitting to it because it is all flash fiction. You should check it out at: http://www.weirdyear.com/

Just Got to Laugh About the End

By Daniel J. Pool

He would have to laugh about this. That’s what he needed now. The world was God’s concern now. He only had one to laugh all this off.

To worry; about the apocalypse, the death of his friends, Marla, the zombies—was as bad as being afraid. Though being afraid would have been a perfectly acceptable emotion, he just simply didn’t have enough laughter to shrug fear off right now. Things were difficult enough by trying to drink a whole case of warm beer, and polish off his last pack of cigarettes by noon (they always made him feel sick).

The invasion had been slow at first, like the staggering of their undead feet on the concrete; scoffing, moaning, screaming, gasping, they never stopped, never took a break, so there was nothing to do but laugh about it. Laugh about them looking like people he knew. Laugh about the explosion that would send them back to the hell they crawled from. No horsemen, four or four-hundred, could tell him what to do now. He had made up his mind, and he had laugh about it.

He laughed from atop the mall roof, “save moNEY! (a shot from his 12 gauge rang clear as the bells that once hung around Marla’s necklace), live betTER! (another ring, another bell)”

“NO, not now, hahahha!” He laughed away his pain to an empty sky, and a deserted world. He laughed and laughed till he wheezed for breath and his sides hurt. Only the dead remained to hear his laughter. “Got to laugh” he said. Laugh about coming to the mall. Laugh about getting trapped here. Laugh about your friends being eaten. Laugh about Marla being taken by a crowd of them. Laugh about being the only one left. AND, most of all, laugh about blowing them all up. Laugh about them. GOD damn IT! LAUGH! That’s just as far as he could laugh, as far as he could think, as far as he could go, not caring.

He crawled down from his roost atop the gas station and made his way to the first pump. As he tied the homemade bomb he could hear them coming, hear them trying to remember to breath, hear the hissing sound the bullet holes made as their rotten cores sloshed with their morning meal of teenagers. For a second, just a second, he thought he heard one laugh, as though his attempt at revenge was fool-hearted. No matter, it was done. He kissed Marla’s necklace, and with that lit the fuse. He ran at first away from the gas station into the parking lot, but then stopped. He looked at the swarm coming closer and he just laughed.

A fire ball engulfed his being. As he was vaporized, he laughed.

End

Posted by E.S. Wynn on 9/13/10 at Weird Year Magazine: http://weirdyear.blogspot.com/search/label/Daniel%20J.%20Pool