A story that I started writing back in 2011. The idea sprang out of the love of the phrase, “The King is dead, long live the King,” and all the wonderful underlying meaning in it. Paired with my disinclination toward monarchy, but still with an interest in the idea of a lineage of some sort, I wrote this story about an immortal man who is really different men. Think “The Phantom” meets, well, I’m not sure what exactly.
I never finished it, but wanted to share. If people find it interesting, I’ll try and revisit and finish it!
- The death of a particular Jonathan Walker
- Chicken Dinner
- Thanks for waiting 25 years
- The boy who would