You know how I know school is about over? Because I’ve started writing again. After finishing chapter five of “Two Sides of Midnight,” I took a long break from the project in order to focus on finishing my last term and also to do some soul searching about where I wanted to go next. I liked what I had written, but I was feeling a little bored with the characters already, and I realized (after consideration) that it was because I hadn’t given them enough of a history or anything to really do except freak out about their situation in the early chapters. I was happy with the way the team was working and had been established, but now I needed to explore deeper the individuals.
So that’s chapter six. I’m taking one of the characters and going into the past for a while. Then I’ll jump back to the present and resolve the current situation. I had played around with doing this idea before and figure it is going to be a stylistic theme throughout the story, but I hadn’t expected to do it so soon!
Anyway, here’s a little peek at what I’m doing…
He let the smoke from his cigarette drift slowly from his mouth, momentarily distracting himself from the bar across the street. He thought he was probably the only person in Purgatory—hell, maybe in Midnight—who didn’t smoke for the high. Cigarettes had little effect on him physically, good or bad: he neither coughed his lungs out nor felt the blanket of calm his peers described. He just liked watching the smoke come out of his mouth. He thought it looked cool, and he liked being able to control it, like living art.
As the smoke dissipated, he returned his gaze to the bar. It was a double story structure that still managed to looked squat and stunted, and was squashed into a thin block next to five or six other shops of dubious quality. Their windows were dark. Kai couldn’t tell what business went on there during the day. One looked like a pet shop, another an antique store, but he didn’t really care. His attention was focused on the one place that was lit up, the “Libary.” It was supposed to be clever, he assumed. The idea was to have a bar mimicking a library, featuring floor-to-ceiling shelves stacked with books. The servers dressed severely, like the stereotyped image of librarians, and the literal bar was an actual library’s front desk, one of those huge, immovable wooden monstrosities. Someone had moved this one, though. Way Kai had heard it, it had been jacked from some abandoned library in a periphery dead zone. The books, too. Apparently there were boxes and boxes of the things in a warehouse somewhere. So many that the owner of the Libary didn’t try to keep track if customers were occasionally walking out with them. Anyway, you didn’t have to steal the books: the bar doubled as an actual goddamn library. Really, with library cards and accounts and all that. No late fees, though. In a place where there may be no tomorrow and even the near past seems forever ago, there didn’t seem to be a point.
Kai didn’t care about books. Reading bored him, and made him sad in a way he couldn’t quite place. Books hadn’t brought him there in the past, and books hadn’t brought him here tonight. He was here for a girl. He pressed his cigarette against a dilapidated street lamp until the butt went dark and deposited it into his jacket pocket, in case he wanted to light up again later. Then he walked across the street, towards the antique-looking door that led into the Libary.