Fiction, and other made-up stories
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, […]
At a relatively slow rate of production of 20 words/minute, working on a conventional 8-hour day in the working world and assuming that only 75% of this is actually productive, a 250 day working year leads to a production word count of 1.8 million. So if you’re 5 times slower than this, you’re still going […]
My beautiful wife showed me how to do this.
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