The campfire crackled warmly and flung its sparks up into the cool vesper sky, where the first and brightest stars were just beginning to wink into being.
I'll echo David's comments. You've captured some of the style and tone of early 20th century adventure fiction and turned it into something entirely of your own. There's some very powerful writing here.
Well, it took me a little while to get back to this one, but I’m glad I did! Great story.
But I have to ask: which came first, the painting or the story idea? 😁
Thanks for reading, glad you enjoyed!
The painting came first. I came across it (I think on pinterest?) and was immediately stricken with an intense need to write a story to go with it.
Oh, what a marvelous story!
I'll echo David's comments. You've captured some of the style and tone of early 20th century adventure fiction and turned it into something entirely of your own. There's some very powerful writing here.
Thank you so much, Lily! I'm honored that you enjoyed it!
"... like she were the proper end to some ancient ritual." That she is. Each of us, before the next.
This story's a romp. Researched and passionate. The turns of phrase take things where they want. Loved it.
Funny that the cast makes me think of a rewired Tarzan. Elephants, game hunter, Wendy, and wiry white-haired professor all!
Thank you VERY much! It was tricky to write, so I’m very glad you enjoyed it!
Oddly, Tarzan wasn’t a major influence for this despite being one of my favorite movies and book series, but I definitely see the resemblance.
No, it’s easy to see Tarzan wasn’t a big influence. What’s worse is I mistook Jane’s name as Wendy. It was late!