This is an introduction of sorts.
It’s actually an affirmation of what I think about the audience that comes to this site and the writers that write for it. I believe that this audience is adult enough to read the following story and not go apeshit over it and want for it to be removed or for the author to be told that they are engaging in a fantasy.
The following story is, in my opinion, both gruesome and beautiful and is ultimately a brilliant piece of writing.
It’s gruesome because of the subject matter, the incest and all the gory details. But this happens in our world and it should not be flinched away from simply because it puts our nerves on edge or makes us want to turn away and sweep it under the carpet.
That is, in my opinion, the biggest no-no in writing. You write about things that hurt, that make people want to turn away. You expose the light to these dark things. You don’t write about the simple stuff, or at least not all of the time.
A little while ago, Graham Smith had a story published at Thrillers, Killers ’N Chillers and, the exact same day, he had it removed because the editors were under pressure by a small, miniscule, really, number of people that didn’t like the story because of the subject matter.
I offered Graham to have his story published at A Twist Of Noir and he declined.
The biggest injustice in writing is to silence something.
So Purgatory Sex Twins is difficult to read and its subject matter is gruesome.
It is also beautiful. The beautiful part is the start of the story and what ultimately turns out to also be the ending of the story.
There is something that moves the reader in that ending.
And, because of that ending, the entire piece, I believe, becomes a brilliant piece of writing. It moves you from “What is this?” at the beginning to revulsion at the actions of not only the narrator but also the revulsion of the situation that both he and his sister find themselves in (and not just the incest but also the feelings that they share) and, by the end of the story, we now understand why it is that he cannot ascend the staircase with his sister, that being a metaphor for heaven.
Brilliant and I’m proud to have this story at A Twist Of Noir.
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