Greetings, snakes and humans.
This was the first step, as they say. From the beginning, this story was planned as a two-parter by me and the plot was almost completely planned out before even one word was written down. Therefore you can read the sequel of "SilverEyes" - under the title "The Dance of Flames".
It is still a matter of concern to me to say something about this story, but I have reached a point in the meantime where I am no longer so serious about being understood and heard, and so I expect without regret that this epilogue will at most be skimmed over by the reader and that the story of the origin of "SilverEyes" will not interest many.
Nevertheless, I do not leave it unmentioned, because this text is for me of some importance, as it has ended a years-long abstinence from writing and possibly ushers in a new age of creativity for me personally. At the same time, the desire to create was unexpectedly revived by completely different demands than at that time, when I poured my first stories into writing. For in this story neither plot nor its characters counted for me at the beginning, but the love for the pure, naked craft and so the content may seem like shallow entertainment for one or the other. It was nothing more, rather even less, because this text was not in the least intended for publication in any form at the beginning. It was only meant to serve as an exercise and to give me an outlet to release pent-up frustration in the form of creative work. So I reached for the lowest hanging and yet wonderfully devilish fruits: Sex and violence, and of course my personal favorite: painful love.
The fact that this story was never to see the light of day gave me an unexpected freedom that ultimately led to my desire to write truly reawakening at last. There was no fear of disgusted resonance, no consideration for other people's feelings, no barriers of morality and worldview, and so this text became more uninhibited and certainly in some eyes more undignified than any of my texts before. Finally I wrote nothing more and nothing less than what I wanted to write and the dam was broken.
At the same time - and this has to be said - I don't have the ambition to live up to my own morals or values, even towards myself, and this text is therefore wonderfully free of moral sermons or even deeper philosophical messages. There is no good and evil and I take the liberty not to subscribe to anything the characters feel, think or say and that does the creative soul an immense amount of good.
Soon, however, it came as it had to and the author falls in love with her world, digs into it, embellishes it and loses herself in its twists and turns, building more and more pillars and roofs, a Tower of Babel that can quickly collapse in the haste and passion. I restrain myself and keep strictly to the original plan so as not to be crushed in the shadow of my work. The second half of the story still awaits you. After that, it's over.
das Thank you for your attention,
humbly, the Serpent of Babylon
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Silver Eyes - The Sweetness of the Enemy
Short StoryA land held in thrall by dark magic. A rebel in chains. In the heart of the torture dungeon, more than death awaits him, for the cruel white devil is a master of his craft.
