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Stories rarely start neatly, all at the same time. They have ragged edges that interlock, overlap, and clash with each other, and sometimes they affect each other in ways that no one can predict or explain; a butterfly flaps its wings in Brazil and the hurricane fails to come: instead there is a revolution.
This story starts there.
It also starts in an alleyway outside a nightclub, where a thief is being trained.
It starts in the store room of a comic shop, where an immigrant worker is receiving someone else's mail.
It starts in a cafe doorway, where a man makes a deal with a being the dominant species characterise as 'daemon'.
It starts with a teenage boy saving up for surgery, with two businessmen fighting for control of the market, with a man who is not what he seems, with a trio of monsters who are less than they appear, with an ordinary woman trying hard to lead an ordinary life, with a heartbroken boy trying his best to be icy calm.
It starts with ethereal beings skilled in manipulation, with tribes, clans, hunters, entrepaneurs, lovers, fighters, landlords, liars, taxi drivers, politicians, magicians, leaders, fathers, traitors, hitmen and sales clerks. It starts with deceptions already enacted; it starts with lies uncovered and long-forgotten. It starts in the middle, because no story can ever, ever start at The Beginning.
Most of all, thought, it starts - or some of it starts - in London.
This is the ongoing WikiNovel by Ms. Derek Des Anges. For a different flavour of my work please check out my writing (which is also archived and more frequently updated here). To continue reading Pass the Parcel, please begin with either 1.1 or 1.2:
Chapter 1.1, Chapter 1.2
Any and all work posted here appears under Creative Commons license. I would prefer it if I am contacted before anyone reproduces sections of longer than 300 words.
This story starts there.
It also starts in an alleyway outside a nightclub, where a thief is being trained.
It starts in the store room of a comic shop, where an immigrant worker is receiving someone else's mail.
It starts in a cafe doorway, where a man makes a deal with a being the dominant species characterise as 'daemon'.
It starts with a teenage boy saving up for surgery, with two businessmen fighting for control of the market, with a man who is not what he seems, with a trio of monsters who are less than they appear, with an ordinary woman trying hard to lead an ordinary life, with a heartbroken boy trying his best to be icy calm.
It starts with ethereal beings skilled in manipulation, with tribes, clans, hunters, entrepaneurs, lovers, fighters, landlords, liars, taxi drivers, politicians, magicians, leaders, fathers, traitors, hitmen and sales clerks. It starts with deceptions already enacted; it starts with lies uncovered and long-forgotten. It starts in the middle, because no story can ever, ever start at The Beginning.
Most of all, thought, it starts - or some of it starts - in London.
This is the ongoing WikiNovel by Ms. Derek Des Anges. For a different flavour of my work please check out my writing (which is also archived and more frequently updated here). To continue reading Pass the Parcel, please begin with either 1.1 or 1.2:
Chapter 1.1, Chapter 1.2
Any and all work posted here appears under Creative Commons license. I would prefer it if I am contacted before anyone reproduces sections of longer than 300 words.
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