Sometimes the Bull Wins
The backdrop of Sometimes the Bull Wins is a forest and in this place devoid of light, dreams flicker like sunlight on the leaves of trees. Somewhere on the forest floor is the imprint of the body of a girl who believed love was all one needed. There too you may find a strip of tattered white cloth, and dark strands of hair left behind by a woman who ran from the dissipation of her dreams and the image of a child’s screaming face. In this forest boys hurt other boys because growing up is painful and there is no new journey, which can be lived, without ending the one that came before. Sometimes it is easier to deal with this pain when you watch someone else getting battered by the storm, easier than admitting that deep down there is always need and the chance we will never fulfill it. Deep in these woods I have seen a cat pursue a mouse and that same mouse raise its head to the sun and dream of things I too have dreamed including the searing pain of the cat’s claws.
I do not know of a story Shakespeare wrote which was not a tragedy but I do know that barricading ones soul and refusing to live out of fear is. Sometimes life is comprised of creatures killing other creatures and sometimes there are no clear-cut answers, no blame that can be placed; sometimes there are fairytales devoid of morals. This tale is glorification of life because there is no right or wrong. Sometimes the bull does not win and sometimes I have stood standing, screaming because sometimes I am that bull and ‘sometimes’ is too risky, too perilous a word, because sometimes your whole life depends on it. Sometimes the Bull Wins is a collection of failed dreams but Sometimes the Bull Wins reminds us that it is a collection of dreams nonetheless. Eventually one must choose to go on traversing the safe, dark hallways of a self-imposed prison or step into the light even if it means facing life on the legs of a child.
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I do not know of a story Shakespeare wrote which was not a tragedy but I do know that barricading ones soul and refusing to live out of fear is. Sometimes life is comprised of creatures killing other creatures and sometimes there are no clear-cut answers, no blame that can be placed; sometimes there are fairytales devoid of morals. This tale is glorification of life because there is no right or wrong. Sometimes the bull does not win and sometimes I have stood standing, screaming because sometimes I am that bull and ‘sometimes’ is too risky, too perilous a word, because sometimes your whole life depends on it. Sometimes the Bull Wins is a collection of failed dreams but Sometimes the Bull Wins reminds us that it is a collection of dreams nonetheless. Eventually one must choose to go on traversing the safe, dark hallways of a self-imposed prison or step into the light even if it means facing life on the legs of a child.
This novel is seeking representation.