Today we add a new Category: Writings, where we’ll publish exclusive short stories, novels or poems available on ManuelMarino.com only. Today’s Author is Erick Behymer. Read his words about this work of fiction:
The Djinn Chronicles
Well, I do have one that directly involves the mythological creatures known as Djinn. Naturally, I have titled the first one “The Djinn Chronicles”, even though I have not had the time to continue the series just yet. It’s in a script-like format for ease of reading/translation into other mediums. I wrote it back in 2003, so it’s fairly old by comparison with a lot of my other works/short stories/etc. It’s about 64 pages in length.
I’ve attached both the synopsis and the actual story itself, if you’re interested in reading. Granted, I have not tried to get this one published, as there are approximately 4 other continuations that I will complete first regarding this story, along with the possibility of turning it into a manga series.
The Djinn Chronicles borders more along the lines of The Twilight Zone or The Outer Limits more than anything, but I’ve tried to make it seem as realistic as possible, while at the same time making it a point that the work is indeed fiction.
Let me know what you think.
Leave your comments after reading this Writing, I’m sure Erick can’t wait to read your posts about his Djinn story!
Here’s an excerpt:
Victor: Hm… that sounds interesting. What kind of story are we talking about?
Anita: Have you read middle eastern mythology or the Koran?
Victor: I’ve heard bits and pieces about their mythology.
Anita: Lemme ask you this. Have you heard of the Djinn?
Victor: And that’s where it all began (laughs). At a diner, with a woman I had just met. It’s strange the way life deals cards to you in a poker game. Half the time you don’t even know what’s going until after everyone’s laid their hand down and the chips are gone. Usually by that time, someone has folded. Guess I should have folded my hand as well and just stayed at the garage.
Just to think that all my problems started with her and that damn book she mentioned. I should NOT have trusted her. But somehow, I wanted to. I wanted to believe that she was helping me, but I was too blind to realize that she was only there to screw me over and have me take it up the ass like some freak show in a cage at some small town carnival. I can’t believe I trusted her.
Now look at me. Sitting here in a place that I should not be, and everyone thinks I’m some sort of goddamn lunatic. I’m not. I am not crazy. And with all the medication they give me, sometimes I wonder if in fact this is all a dream, and when I go to sleep and see my wife, kids, and family, that it is THEN when I am truly awake. And the comfort of sleep makes this seem less and less like a reality and the dreams more and more of a lifestyle than a fantasy. I guess Anita was right. You don’t find too many compassionate people these days anymore.