There was a deadness upon the land, before the Dream Days in the time of LeCour.
The deadness spread slowly over a decade, distilled from doubt, hopelessness, and fear.
The first affected were the poor, the sick, the elderly, the downtrodden.
The communal houses began to close, bereft of support as the few who could afford to began hoarding their holdings against the approaching Ennui.
In a little town on the seacoast, in a little house on a hill topmost, lived a little man who was with Ennui engrossed. In town, they called him John LeCour. In private, they called him John the boor.
So, how would you continue the story? Or is already incredibly overwritten? The above was an experiment, trying to write a story on Facebook, but some of the posts were, shall I say, a little misinterpreted? I got responses like:
That’s what I’ve always liked about you, Bruce: your upbeat and cheery personality.
Honestly, Bruce, you’re making Eeyore seem annoyingly sunny and cheery.
…you’re just a real bundle of uplift here…
…doesn’t it bug you, too, when Bruce is so overly bubbly and perky?
At the time, in early August, I had been toying with making this my NaNoWriMo project for 2011. I’ve since abandoned that idea, but I don’t think I’ll be abandoning this fragment. I’ll put it on the back burner to simmer for a while.
So, how would you continue the story?