Fiction, and other made-up stories
Here it is, in no particular order, although the list is numbered (keep in mind, this is all meant to be sarcastic): 1. Listen to lots of music while writing. The rhythm of your words should definitely come from an external source rather than from you. 2. Drink alcohol, at least two glasses […]
Drink Box Sip Strong stuff Sip again Stronger still Delicate; what’s that? Rosy; who’s that? A light comes on Another goes dark A sip A positive step Too tired to tumble Too slippery to slur I’m weightless now Floating bloating Spaceman vintage A sip The next one comes The one after […]
((I call these bursts because I hate the term flash fiction. That makes it sound lucky in some way, what writers do. A burst is something that comes forth, from you, an expression of your thoughts that is anything but luck. I like spontaneous writing. It misses as often as it hits, but the […]
A valid reason would help Like a glass of water because I’m hot Like a glacier worth of ice when I’m not I saw a dream I saw it pruning a tree When it was done It looked at me And said, “Don’t sleep, don’t even try.” “You lose too much energy and time.” […]
How We Decon “Oy hey, stop the drill,” he said (his name is Jules). “Hey, mean it, stop the drill!” In the field of environmental investigation and remediation, it is common to undertake analysis of dirt. This means you drill holes into the ground and pull up what you find, analyze, and occasionally […]
Devastator Six strands of gut Lie in wait over a wall A body moves, love A street brushes the hedge Where we learned to steal A rumble of heavy metal The tearing of wood Dreams shatter too easily These days I’m far away Safe, but too much Salt water and newsprint A swim whenever you […]
I posted the below this morning in a fit of procrastination, trying to avoid the mundane parts (which is all of them) of my job. I thought I would re-post it, as I had a read and quite like it, not sure what the rest of y’all think. Total stream of consciousness material, bit […]
First Astrid came out of the forest, scratch marks on her face and arms, a sunburn on the back of her neck. She had been eating leaves, anything she could find, though she’d only been gone a day. I found her with Mr. Silverson, the old man with an arm about her, she in his […]
A brightness, in the shape of a triangle. Sides too perfect, light too bright. It shouldn’t be like that. Outside, it’s raining already, dark. But through that crack, the light comes through. Celine comes out and stares, “What are you looking at?” “Weather,” I tell her. What a word, it tries to say so much. […]
Someone should invent a name for the analysis and interpretation of statistics as related to writing. If a writer compiles a 100,000 word novel, that is the same thing as writing 3.5 words a day, every single day, for 80 years. Stephen King has pretty much 100 books to his credit, so for his lifespan, […]