Short Story: The Gentleman Without a Shadow

Behold! I have a new short story for you today.

Gotta say, I’m really proud of this one. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! There’s also a little post talking about the process of writing this one here!



The Gentleman Without A Shadow
By Indigo Haunt


Everything had stemmed from a simple mistake; a misunderstanding. A great many things tend to start that way.
He had been out for a walk in the woods. He had no intention of returning from that walk. Most walking in those woods didn’t; when you went out there, it was to become entangled in the roots of the trees, to dangle as a wayward leaf from one of their branches, to lay down by a stream and sink away into the mud of its bank. Aokigahara was not a place one merely went for a walk.
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Process: The Gentleman Without A Shadow

(Note: This post is a lil spoilery, so if you wanna read the short story first, off with you!)

A great many of my projects seem to start with not an idea, but a title.

Usually, but not always, it’s a bastardized version of a title or phrase I saw somewhere else, which sparked some sort of imagery or otherwise seemed as though it would do me just fine for my own devious purposes.

Combine that with the idea of an immortal who happens to be dreadfully suicidal, and you get this. Apparently. I get this, anyway. My writing seems to be a lot like a kitchen sink soup; throw stuff in until it tastes good. The key is finding ingredients that go well together.

I actually thought this one was more or less done in its first 1800 or so word draft, which I wrote in a day at work. Then I left it sitting for a day, started thinking about cocoons, and somehow got from there to realizing I knew just how this story had to end, that it wasn’t just about him finding some renewed life hanging out with some teenagers or whatever, and that it was actually going to be spooky and scary and awesome.

I am okay with this.

The whole cocoon thing was totally random, but it really just came about that way. I was mulling over the idea of mind maps, and how I don’t really know what they are, or how they work, and couldn’t find a decent explanation of them online. And from there I somehow got to thinking about a lot of random things, in my effort to understand the concept of a mind map, I guess, and somehow I got to cocoons. And suddenly the entire story came together with a cohesive ending, and I finished the whole thing up in about three days.

This whole experiment does give me some hope for the 52 Week challenge. I’m not sure how strictly I’ll adhere to it, as I don’t think I can handle a whole year of NaNo-level stress; but it will be nice to have a vague goal to push me forward. As long as I’m writing a lot of stuff, that’s all I really care about!

Also, fun fact – when I gave this story to my wife to read, she misread ‘second draft’ as ‘Second Death’, which is also a pretty cool and suitable title. If not a little spoiler-y.

Short Story: Apparently cinnamon rolls mean a lot to some people.

Happy weekend, all!

Exciting stuff – I’ve actually mailed out my first short story submission, so when that inevitably blows up in my face I’ll have a brand new, shiny short story for you! (One which I’m very proud of, actually – I almost hope it’s rejected so I can post it here all the sooner!)

In the meantime, though, have a silly little thing I wrote a few months ago for practice. This one doesn’t deserve the pretty formatted PDF treatment, I don’t think – it’s pretty funny though, if I do say so myself. This is from when I was playing around with third person POV for basically the first time ever. I had also just spent an entire day struggling to, you guessed it, bake vegan cinnamon rolls. It went great up until the baking part.

BTdubs, if anyone out there has any thoughts on that – assuming I’m not just screaming into the void here – do let me know in the comments if you prefer the pretty formatted PDFs or just straight up text thrown onto the page. I’m still feeling out this whole ‘blogging’ business.

Enjoy, and I hope your weekend is full of cinnamon rolls!


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Poem: what it feels like when you’re gone

As promised, there’s poetry here, too!

Firstly, a little storytime:

For about four years, my better half and I were long distance. Internationally. (yes, it sucked. yes, it was also totally worth it.) Spoiler alert, we’re happily handfasted with two beautiful cats. We’ve known each other for over half of our lives.

And in that time I’ve written a lot of love poems. A lot. Horrendously cheesy love poems.

This one is probably my favorite.

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Hello, World!

There comes a time in every young Haunt’s life when they must travel the perilous path of making their first proper blog, and my time has come.

After completing a very successful NaNoWriMo 2k17, I’ve decided to tackle the 52 Short Stories in 52 Weeks challenge, heartily inspired by Phillip McCollum (who is a boss, by the way – I highly recommend you check him out!) – so I thought, why the heck don’t I do this?

I’ve been writing for the better part of my life, but told myself for too long it wasn’t worth pursuing, it wasn’t like I would make it big or anything. It’s only been recently that I’ve come to realize a few simple truths;

  1. That it doesn’t matter if I make it big or not;
  2. That I’m going to write anyway, so I might as well share it.

So, that’s what I’m here to do. I hope you’ll find something you like here! Thank you for coming with me on this perilous journey.