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100APC#10: The Orange God I had been writing lots

 100APC#10: The Orange God

I had been writing lots of flash fiction at the time. Lots of 2000 word short stories. I decided to illustrate one of them. It was about an American deserter in 1902 that found himself living along the Amur River where the Russian far east borders Northern China. There he encountered a primeval Siberian tiger the size of a box car.

It needs work. I am rewriting it and a few other pieces of short fiction. In the original short the orange god dies to quickly. But everything happens too fast in 2000 words.

If a picture is worth 1000 words, then this is half of my story. I think the Orange God deserves at least a few more pictures and a lot more words. I never liked the way it ended. I feel that killing a tiger, even in fiction, is something awful. Perhaps Daniel Dunkirk's encounter with this legendary beast should have a less permanent conclusion.
 100APC#10: The Orange God

I had been writing lots of flash fiction at the time. Lots of 2000 word short stories. I decided to illustrate one of them. It was about an American deserter in 1902 that found himself living along the Amur River where the Russian far east borders Northern China. There he encountered a primeval Siberian tiger the size of a box car.

It needs work. I am rewriting it and a few other pieces of short fiction. In the original short the orange god dies to quickly. But everything happens too fast in 2000 words.

If a picture is worth 1000 words, then this is half of my story. I think the Orange God deserves at least a few more pictures and a lot more words. I never liked the way it ended. I feel that killing a tiger, even in fiction, is something awful. Perhaps Daniel Dunkirk's encounter with this legendary beast should have a less permanent conclusion.

100APC10: The Orange God I had been writing lots of flash fiction at the time. Lots of 2000 word short stories. I decided to illustrate one of them. It was about an American deserter in 1902 that found himself living along the Amur River where the Russian far east borders Northern China. There he encountered a primeval Siberian tiger the size of a box car. It needs work. I am rewriting it and a few other pieces of short fiction. In the original short the orange god dies to quickly. But everything happens too fast in 2000 words. If a picture is worth 1000 words, then this is half of my story. I think the Orange God deserves at least a few more pictures and a lot more words. I never liked the way it ended. I feel that killing a tiger, even in fiction, is something awful. Perhaps Daniel Dunkirk's encounter with this legendary beast should have a less permanent conclusion. #Art