an excerpt from my project

i have been asked numerous times about the book that i have been working on for some time. unfortunately, a great many trials and situations have stopped me from finishing it at this time. i have shared it with few…with good reason. i am now willing to share a short excerpt, on condition that it is copyrighted by me and shall not be shared with any other; i retain all rights, giving only wordpress the right to post it here. it will not be a complete passage:

…the reverb from the distant ridge echoed inside his soul, and he could taste the fear. In the shrub-boulder maze, the hiker panted, sloshed through more soft ground, and waited. But only a cool whisper settled over the earth, with no sign of smoke, and no compass to follow…

As he walked, the drizzle descended into an immeasurable mist, the sounds of the forest deteriorating into discord. In this dissonance, his heart raced, his head pounded, and his frame stiffened…

…into a tangle of rusty-brown rhododendron. There, he knelt down to touch the earth, to finger the prints in the mud, to listen to the movement of the forest. But the forest was weary and refused to give him answers, so he stood to taste the breeze.

And as it exhaled between those things standing, he caught the scent of a rich pine. He pushed through a scattered stand of knobby wood and opened a page out into a book of pines, their branches lined like an archway. They lured him into a deeper, grayer covering, until he pulled the flashlight from one side pocket, and dared the oncoming darkness to a duel.

Deep in the gray-green forests of the gathering darkness, a presence lingered, ever elusive. And though the mountains and sky melted into night, the presence hid where no man can hide, between the realm of the known and the unknown.

And when the now dark corridor ended at his campsite, he sunk down into his Coleman chair, leaning toward the pit, armed with a forked limb. Poking. Prodding. Hoping. And waiting…

A canopy of tears emptied from the leaves above. The cascade of drops caught the embers unaware, and doused his hopes. The fire died and another stepped in to where the shadowlands had been. Eyes came from behind the pines, red bullets piercing the darkness…

copywright 2013, thelostkerryman

About thelostkerryman

Thelostkerryman is an author, and entrepreneur, living in the forests of a consistently confused country. Here in this hill country, hurling doesn't usually involve a hurley; store-made soda bread has the consistency of a sea sponge; and Kerrygold butter has finally found a permanent place on the grocery shelves everywhere. His blogs are an account of his adventures, thoughts, eclectic -and eccentric- ramblings, random or insightful poetry, humor and non-humor, pictures (photos), video, essays, fiction, poetic fiction, nonfiction, drama, and writing he has not classified in the description above. All of his posts from,,, and are copywrited according to international copywrite law.
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3 Responses to an excerpt from my project

  1. gimpet says:

    Is that the title? “A Fine Far Country”? You are a master of descriptive prose, as I have mentioned before. Can you give even a little sketch what it is about, or are you not that far along with the plot?

    • I actually revised it and now it clashes- if you read carefully, you can see two different styles. I am going to have to go back and cut out the additions and maybe use some of the phrases, etc somewhere else.

      I’m not prepared to reveal the plot at this time, other than to say it is a story of individuals who end up in the same area, changing each of their lives. It is a complex plot, much like watching the old long classic Doctor Who episodes, with multiple plot lines. I cannot go into more detail at this time…yes, life is still a bit too complex for me, even with the moments of peace…even while I am totally alone.

      • gimpet says:

        M theory is a theoretical physics model that has multiple universes clashing together to create a big bang effect, thus creating a new universe. Theology aside, the thought that a touch of pure energy can have that much impact fascinates me. Your book reminds me of that–that connection with others will profoundly impact ones’ thinking and actions and liferoad. It sounds very interesting. What made you write in different styles? Trying out which would better suit the theme? You seem to be an extremely creative, sensitive person who feels strong emotions, so no surprise that life is complex for you. It is stressful to be alone and not a condition meant for most persons. I hope your situation evens out a bit. I sympathize, as you know my life is….complex as well.

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