From the top? Okay, officers. I weren’t even anywhere near the bank at the time. Which bank? And when was this again? This morning? No, certainly not this morning. Why would I need to go to the bank so early? Nobody goes to the bank that early, especially not me. Besides, I don’t even
What a bother. In May 2017 an error in WordPress caused my site to overwrite itself with a backup from early November 2016, instantly destroying over 6 months of work. Most of the work was otherwise saved elsewhere (sometimes in the oddest places), and I have now tracked most of it down and backed it
I have seen people crossing the river; some have reached the far bank, some began to cross a while after I started, but everyone crosses the river. For many people the river is wide, and their journey across is a long one. A few people cross where the river is narrow, and reach the other
‘Hero, you are our last hope against the evils of tyranny.’ Next. ‘The forces of Dark Sorcerer Xashar have descended on our peaceful realm, murdering our village folk and sapping this land of its natural resources.’ Next. ‘Will you lend us your strength and help vanquish this villain that holds dominion over us?’ Accept. ‘Thank
You’re an okay, let’s go. You’re an I’ve got to know. You’re an I want to wisen. You’re a chase that horizon. I’m a let’s take it slow. I’m a maybe and no. I’m a steadily planned it. I’m a can’t understand it. You’re a clubs and two bars. You’re a dancing on stars. You’re
There were imperfections.
The eyelashes were too uniform, and a heavier grade than the hair. It shouldn’t have bothered him, but he spent so much of his time seeing them up close. The eyes, however, were perfect. Expensive. Worth every cent. The fabricated recreation was, to him, breathtaking. Breath.
You’ll never know the ‘me’ I came to be – my mind, minutiae and filigree – we’ll never share a witty repartee or get to stand in solidarity. Your being there was not a guarantee, such is the way of our reality; dependency, and then an absentee, but here we are inside my memory.
Happy living in ignorance. A strange material has enveloped the world, cradling and blinding humanity. What I sadly am referring to is a remarkable dependence on technology and material possessions. Girl ignores teacher. Driver ignores pedestrian. Baby ignored by parent. We supposedly are at the zenith, living with the assistance of objects, in gratitude and
I thought I would have a go at a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure gimmick, using the infinitely enjoyable Microsoft PowerPoint. I stuck to the most traditional tropes of the genre; dark cave fantasy, brimming with consequence and peril. There is a way out, and the path to failure is littered with clues and advice for an eventual success (and escape!)
The prompt was “Insect, Dinosaur, Bird”. We all laughed as the random words were pulled out of the hat, and seemingly willed us to write Jurassic Park fanfiction. Having the names of three creatures put me in mind of those fun picturebooks that some children have, where you can mix-and-match the body parts of existing creatures to make myriad new freakish things. Oh, what fun could be had…
The goal was to create any short piece, and the prompt was ‘Double’. I was inspired by this prompt to revisit a previous challenge (writing something from two perspectives), and create a short piece between two characters, then send one version to the group, but read out the other perspective version during our session.
“Ready, babe?” The words left his lips unconsciously; he didn’t need to pay attention to a question -even one he was asking- when he wasn’t going to care about the answer. She saw this and didn’t break eye contact. That must have been a yes, because the very next moment he was all