Ramblings of a Dark Knight: Silent Voices
Hello Knight
Chills readers, it’s been awhile since I posted anything. I apologize, but
something strange has been happening to me. For some unknown reason, the voices
which fill my head with action-packed stories are silent. I spend many nights
sitting on my porch, hoping to hear from a character, no matter how dangerous.
Unfortunately, I can’t hear them. Gone are the loud screams in the night.
Instead, I fill my time watching internet television, listening to music, and
as of late, smoking a cigar.
Oh how I long
for Candy, my favorite sexy character, to whisper about her current capers, but
I guess she’s too busy. Heck, I’m getting desperate. I wouldn’t mind a visit
from my favorite female vampire, the Countess Lorraina Sandoval, but she too has
opted to stay away from me.
I admit the
silence is aggravating. Normally, in between stints from my most popular
characters like Oscuro the angel of suicide, or Lieutenant Woods the psychic
homicide detective, I would get visits from psychotic killers. Sometimes they
would only entice me with a poem instead of a fleshed out story. At least they
used to show up and fight for my attention which has never been easy since I
have attention deficit disorder.
Unfortunately,
my nights have become peaceful. Gone are the restless nights, gone are the nightmares
that had me waking up in a cold sweat, barely able to utter a breath before I
would eventually regain my composure. The challenge would be to pen the details
before sanity wiped away memories of torture, screams, misery, and blood. Oh
how I miss the chaos.
Let’s face it. I’m
concerned that I’m becoming civilized. The word itself makes me break out in
hives. Niceness is making me weak. Another friend of mine called me a kind
soul. Yuck! Give me a bloody murder! Point me in the direction of a good evil
man to torture. Surely this strange funk can’t continue.
In the event
that I go missing once again, send out a search party. Rescue this dark Knight
from the dungeon of writer’s block. Feed me information about characters who
are suffering and worth caring for. There must be a voice out there that’s loud
enough to capture my attention and captivate my creativity. Until then, I’ll
sit on my porch, gaze up at the night sky and listen to the maddening silence.
Don’t get burned
by the light. Bask in true darkness and send some my way.
Nomar Knight
