#anticedes

NB club writer asks:

Eclair: What would you say to someone to convince them to read your writing?

hard question! my words are my craft. proverbs 12:18 likens them to swords, but i see them as a solid unit. one sword that i’ve spent my lifetime sharpening. even if it proves to be the bluntest weapon in a pile of blades heaped at your feet, wouldn’t you like to see how deep it cuts? may surprise you.

Orientation: Links to three of your writings that you think best represent you?

i... for ease of access: 1, 2, 3. i have written things that represent me better, as a person, alas they are not on the blog.

Rabbit: Do you feel successful as a writer?

( ur writing is so fresh how do u do it )

no

I don’t remember reblogging anything but I’m gonna do this anyway…

to talk about @anticedes! in a simple, rather blocky, cursive handwriting, the letter reads;

unker jongin… hmm, there’s a lot to say about this one. where do I start? well, he wasn’t always my ‘unker’. he’s not exactly a lot older than I am to be that anyway, just that he acted like it. we were always sort of acquaintances. I don’t remember the details but I think we met through a friend… a distant friend of mine, for that matter. it was all on a whim, too… if I’m recalling all this correctly. 

but one day, it was his curiosity, I guess. he just up and asked me about something that was conflicting me. maybe not exactly. more like, a good news that turned out to bug me out of my mind because of the underlying circumstances. since then, we would always talk about the situation and he would listen to all that worries me. he put up with me. the very unflattering version of me. he became a shoulder to lean on. probably one of the most comfortable ones, since I didn’t have to hold back on anything. from then on, I guess I could say we became close.

he’s always been a delight to have around. overall, he’s a fun person to be in the company of. I’m sure many people would agree with me. everything he says turns out to be funny, even when it’s not meant to be. he’s pretty good with words too. he’s woke. definitely. that’s one thing to note (lookie, I made a little rhyme thingy). he says inspiring things and um, he’s just really entertaining. amusing. never a dull moment with him.

          Sometimes when Noeul went out clubbing, she realized how boring clubs actually were.  Most of the men were either too shy to actually approach women or they were too drunk to realize that women were approaching them.  How was she going to find someone willing to donate a heart or a liver if they were too inebriated and/or chemically altered to realize she was even trying to flirt with them.  The least she could do if she was going to kill a man was give him a good time before it all came to an end.  But when they couldn’t even form a sentence after she had made her advances, well, it made for an absolute dreary time.

         However, she had noticed a young man at the bar.  He was tall, dark and completely handsome.  He was also completely sober, his drink full even after having been seated carefully for what Noeul had clocked at at least half an hour.  That meant he was either there observing someone or he just didn’t like the drink he’d been served.  And since he simply could have asked for a replacement, Noeul was going to guess it was the former of the two options.

          “Yes, yes... this young man looks like a good candidate.” She grinned, licking at her lips while adjusting her dress top to expose a bit more cleavage.  “To find someone willing to hunt so openly?  He shall become the hunted.”