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This is a story about the decay of society, the spreading epidemic of white trash mentality, and the violent legacy bound in blood, passed from father to son. This story is noteworthy because, in general, Shannon cannot write short stories. Every time he tries, it ends up around 30,000 words. He wrote this with one goal in mind: to make it as short as possible. As of this writing, it is the shortest story he has written. This is the beginning of a novelette Shannon wrote in the late nineties. This section was published in Confluence a few years ago. It is unclear if he will do anything more with the project. It’s too short to stand on it’s own and too long to be a short story, but Shannon has no desire to change the story in any fashion. An excerpt from a novelette Shannon wrote in the late nineties. This section was published in Confluence a few years ago. It is unclear if he will do anything more with the project. It’s too short to stand on it’s own and too long to be a short story, but Shannon has no desire to change the story in any fashion. Two short pieces that deal with life in the dark. When this story was written, only Rangers wore black berets. That’s changed now. The Rangers wear tan berets now because the regular army decided all of them should wear black ones. This story has seeds of truth, but is more fiction than not, hence the “fiction” classification. Shannon will not clarify which portions are true, so don’t ask. |
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