Tuesday (pt. 1)

There are those stories which beg to be told.  Others absolutely demand it.  A very few simply cannot go untold.  

This is not one of those.  

It is not even one of those stories which simply finds itself told, for no better reason than that it exists.  No, this story is one which must be dragged, kicking and screaming and biting and pissing all over your trouser legs, out of the darkness and forced into the light of day, leaving everyone involved – reader and writer and story itself – feeling dirty and violated.

It is not a good story.

It will not be well written.  Absolutely refuses, in fact.

But here it is, all the same.

 

You have been warned.

 

The Beginning

I didn’t start evil.  Nope.

But.  If no one wants what I create.

Well.  At least.  I can destroy those things that others create.

Some Fun Facts(™) About Anxiety

I experience anxiety.  Rather frequently.  Much more frequently than I like.  Much, much more frequently than I think anyone would ever guess.  It sucks.  It feels like my subconscious is questioning every last damn thing I’ve ever done, am doing, and ever will do.  All at once.  All the time.  And there’s nothing I can do about it.

Where to Begin?

I watch the spiders running up and down my walls.  Their legs seeming the perfection of organic machination.  Their exoskeletons and compound eyes, marvels of engineering.  The sheer, pure purpose of their existence – to rid the world of *insects*. 

Taskforce on Tentacles and Teeth

Stories have entered general circulation, concerning one of the things that goes bump in the night.  Well, less a story, perhaps, than a description at this point, and a theory or two.  Too little is actually known for it to be a story, as yet.  Which is to say, when faced with a collection of facts, the average human wants very much to assign action and motivation, to create a story, to get a grip.  But that act of creation does not make a truth.  And we here want to discover the truth behind these things that go bump in the night.  

So.  The facts.