Wheel’s 10 Thread
Appetite freak & shadow
Dragged out into the light for the amusement of the throne, I did not like the taste of my existence. The sweet laughter and the honeyed wines sickened me even as I waddled and cavorted for the mindless elite. Prying at my soul, they gave me no refuge, leering at my deformity, shoving me out again and again to perform. So in the gloom of my chamber, as my tears wandered down to my lips, I learned the taste of bitterness and found it preferable.
As they had eviscerated me with light, I in turn gave them over to merciless illumination. Carefully, as they slept—as the guard studied the outer darkness, I mapped out the corridors with oil and powders, limping throughout the recesses, unseen. I started it all with a single candle.
I am not a fiend; I simply prefer the taste of tears and shadows. But I have grown tired of my own. Instead, I will drink the sorrow of the world and I will quench myself even if I have to drain it to the dregs.
This one I needed to read more than once. Is he going to (or did he) blow everything up?
I tried this as an exercise surrounding a character from the novel I’m messing with. The idea is this jester-type character who burns the castle down with great animosity toward the human race as a whole.
Oh yeah! I remember now. Without the rest it is sometimes hard. But that is with all of these threads. I can’t imagine how hard it will be to do a single thread. These threads do get you started on some good ideas for stories.