Oh! Just realized. I forgot to post an excerpt from today's writing. So here you go. Also, tell me. Do you want me to keep posting excerpts here? DO YOU? DO YOU??
Corners. Draft 1. Chapter 22.
Annoying drizzle stuck to their faces. Grey unsightly buildings blackened with soot towered above them. It wasn’t a street, really, it was an alleyway in ghetto Prague, so narrow, only four people in a row could pass it without bumping into walls. It was a chilly autumn evening, maybe September, maybe October. Iron-and-glass lanterns protruded from the walls. Their feeble glow made the boys’ faces look yellow. At the end of the alley people shouted and a horse galloped on the stones, pulling a creaking carriage behind it.
“This is creepy.” Said Peacock.
“This is my kind of story.” Grand grinned and rubbed his hands. There was no Bells to glare at him or to tell him to stop being so morbid and disgusting. There was his friend Rusty who shared his love for bizarre and disturbing, and that made him feel elated.
“It’s Prague. Seventeenth century. It’s pretty cool, nothing to be afraid of!” Rusty boldly marched ahead, fascinated and thrilled, gazing from side to side at the barred windows, lines hung with washed clothes stretching from wall to wall like a tapestry above their heads, and over it all the indigo sky. He smelled smoke and fish and mold and couldn’t wait to see more.
They walked the length of the alley and emerged on a wider street that was passed occasionally by merchants and horse carriages. A few street sellers were wrapping up their wares on the account of it being night soon. They passed a small crowd that was watching a blacksmith hammer out coins, then a chair that stood by the wall and in which a fat man sat with an open mouth and another one was wrenching something out of it with a pair of rusty pliers. They both moaned and groaned, and it was hard to tell who did it out of pain and who did it out of extreme effort.
“What the hell is he doing?” Asked Peacock.
“Pulling out his rotten tooth.” Said Grand proudly. “It was a public affair in the medieval ages, same as executions of all kinds, like quartering—that’s when they tied your arms and legs to four horses and tore you in four pieces—or beheading, or—”
“That’s enough, Grand, I got it.” Said Peacock.
“I hope we can see one.” Said Grand.
“You’re crazy, right? Why would you want to see something like that?”