EvilReally, enough fun, frivolity and feel good stories. I think it may well be time for me to delve into my black side and write a book about the ugly side of life. With evil characters all hell bent on death, gore, mayhem and destruction and possibly tainted with a mild dose of Hannibal Lecter M.D. instincts. Rampant sexual gratification with pornographic undertones wrapped in a lethal drug smuggling plot.

Better still, satanism and sacrifice in ancient catacombs, London dungeons or Parisian sewers with a light sprinkling of a wraith or specter. My mind is racing with ideas and characters to fill the pages of this story. Unencumbered by the necessity to create passages of ‘sighing’ love interest or logical human reactions, I would be free to paint the pages black with evil and red with blood.

I would stay well clear of wizards, pixies, steam trains or any teenage participation as all of these would bring a ‘nice’ feeling and that is going to be a definite no-no in this story. Space craft and exotic food would also be given a big miss because I really think I have made it too much of a habit. Come to think of it, I think it may be an obsession as I can’t recall a single book of mine where I haven’t included wonderful epicurean delights or the odd recipe. Must make a note about that failing.

Now, pen at the ready – a lovely expression but unfortunately it should read, off to the keyboard. Doesn’t sound near as good does it? So the opening sentence is always the most critical in any new project. So what will it be? Hmmm?

‘It was a dark and stormy night ….’ 


Time To Be Evil
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7 thoughts on “Time To Be Evil

  • 20/07/2011 at 4:11 pm

    “Twas a dark and stormy night when the terrifying Derek, lord of the night, walked abroad.”

    How’s that for your opening sentence mate? lol :D

  • 20/07/2011 at 5:04 pm

    Delve! Delve deep! The dark side needs to breathe too. Opening sentence huh?

    “In this city, the red light district didn’t just indiciate hot flesh for sale, it was a sign that this is the neighborhood where you could get brutally bloodied.”

    Eh, I gave it a shot.

  • 20/07/2011 at 10:32 pm

    I think you should include some exotic foods…evil people need to eat too!

  • 20/07/2011 at 11:41 pm

    Aha! A dark and evil…recipe book? :-P

    I love it! :-D

    • 23/07/2011 at 8:34 am

      What a cool idea Dianna! Evil cooking. Hmm? Now where did I put the hemlock?

  • 21/07/2011 at 12:00 am

    ‘No question the lipstick spoke louder than the bitch herself, whose entrance brought with it a subtle waft of overripe flesh, and something – what? hard to define precisely. mould? musk? stale sex.? Gambio sniffed loudly, liquid tasting of marshmallow/burning foil and white powder trickled down the back of his throat, a burning sensation. But the smell! It reminded him of … The smell, the taste and that dark, crimson mouth. The mouth was the smell, was the mouth. The body would come later, of that he had no doubt…

  • 21/07/2011 at 3:20 am

    “Just as the chef hubristically scraped the cold steel edges of the carving knives together; the pig on the platter spit the apple from its mouth and flew at him crushing his neck in its powerful jaws…”

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