by Cormac Brown
His only wish was to see his stories told on the movie screen. The movie camera sees life at twenty-four frames per second. He tried to live his life at forty-eight frames per second, in an effort to make his dreams come true. His heart gave out before it could break. He never sold a story or even an idea. He never became a star, though he burned out like one... distant, alone, and no one in this galaxy even noticed.
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Cormac Brown is a pen name. The man behind the name is an up-and-slumming writer in the city of Saint Francis, and he's following in the footsteps of Hammett... minus the TB and working for the Pinkerton Agency. A couple of stories he's stapled and stitched together can be found here.
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10 comments:
black and white or technicolour?
nicely done.
I have a feeling that you will not suffer the same fate as your protagonist. Nice 6S.
Beautiful yarn, Cormac. I got heart pangs and all. Didjya feel it?
I liked this a lot.
Loved it :-)
This was powerful and sad - and old tale told in beautifully spoken prose.
caccy46
That was truly beautiful! I can really sympathize with the protagonist.
Thank you all and...
Quin,
Excellent question. Mmmmm, black and white, for the interplay of light and shadow.
Jeff,
I hope so.
Katie-lah
A sheynem dank.
Wonderbra!
That is a great piece in so few words.
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