Synethesia

It was the smell of it that Jack found so repugnant. The curdling stench of the rotting carcass filled his nostrils with a sensation that he had never experienced.

The First Post

Yep I'm new. This is the first post of many I hope.

In setting up this blog, unfortunately there is no clear plan, no clear direction nor is there any specific purpose. Maybe you call it rambling, I guess in the literary world they would call it musing or journaling (is that a word?).