Let's end 2019 with an actual literature update on only my *checks notes* FOURTH post of the year...jeeze...
...I know what my resolution is gonna be...
The following is the entirety of what I was able to choke our from this years NaNoWriMo.
I need to get my haphazard life in order...
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[Dante's Divine Tragedy - The Funeral]
Dante was early. Too early. The parking lot was mostly empty, save for one unfamiliar car that likely belonged to the staff member. The nearby streetlights were off but the mid-autumn sunrise hadn’t yet broken through the clouds enough to illuminate too well. The lights inside were still dark and the building gave a very foreboding presence. Overall, it wasn’t a very inviting look for a funeral home.
Despite borrowing a truck to drive over with, Dante still had the misfortune of getting his feet and pants all muddied up. It had rained pretty bad the night prior and as he crossed through a vacant lot on his way over to pick up the truck, he didn’t realize how much mud he was kicking up until it was already too late. He figured he had plenty of time to go home and change. He could even drive now to save time, but the entire process of getting dressed and reaching the truck had been especially laborious on his soul already. The notion of repeating any already accomplished steps of his task, complete with the emotion and dread that would accompany them, was unacceptable. He would continue as is.
Dante approached the front door and tried the handle with little expectation. It looked empty, but the lone car discovered upon arrival suggested someone inside, and perhaps they neglected to lock the door behind them. The suspicion proved to be accurate as the door swung open and Dante was able to take refuge from the chilly morning air.
