Category: Writing
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Darth Vader Ruined My Grandmother’s Furniture (Final Draft)
I was a sleepwalker as a kid. A “somnambulant” as the doctors called it. Common enough, but mine was more enterprising than average. For the extent of the wandering, mostly. Waking up in this field or backyard, or that bushland; or in bed covered in pine nettles with a forked stick and a pinecone, or […]
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Dangleberry World
Some tunnel to a blinding white light, they said. An exaltation, a release, a thrust from the bodily to the halcyon, they also said, kind of. From out the body, into the afterglow. Taken gently from this world to the next on a white steed from the heavens, to the heavens, where everlasting bliss awaits. […]
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Door Mimic
Prompt: You are mimic. You refuse to use that old trick with chest shape, instead you replaced door in simple house, where owner feeds you delicious fresh rats every day. In exchange you keep house safe. After all, no bad guy expects door to punch them… Author’s note: The above comes verbatim from Reddit’s r/WritingPrompts […]
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Evolution of the Egg
The CRISPR sequence proved useful far beyond biological research labs and disease prevention. The enhancements to living organisms had long been theorised, trialled in low-risk experiment—incremented gradual across decades, ethics policies rewritten with each after rigorous enquiry—but it wasn’t until the fallout that its potential was embraced by the masses. After the bombs fell. When […]
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In Defence of Handwriting
And typewriters, sort of, but not quite as much. Handwriting. I’m learning that it can improve many aspects of the craft. For one, slowing the time between thought and paper creates a greater mental space. One author called it transfiguration, the process of improving sentences before you write them. Same author never achieved the effect with […]
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Mary and Grim
It was easy to tell Grim was in a mood by the cold. Grim. With a click and a crack he would always be there. My Grim. His arms that carried a hundred billion before he was held by one. The frost grew borders around the windows, and I could see my breath. He faded into […]
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The Fisherman Falls In Love
I fell in love with a zombie once. She was tall and prim and held herself remarkably well. We met by the gulls, down by the beach in the gaps between the stinking rubbish piles. She was fossicking for old shoes. I do not know for what reason. Shoes, and hidden stashes of carrion. Late […]
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The Orcs
In the cool before sunrise the fog that flows down from the river settles a heap in the burrows and then pushes its way up the hill to the flags, those old wooden spikes planted jagged with the torn fabrics that ripple sideways in the wind. The colours are dulled some, but still vibrant are […]
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Pluto’s Dilemma
Two hundred years for a 400 million kilometre closeness across the vacuum of space, when Neptune’s energy field would be close enough to reach Pluto’s aura in lowering ellipse, thus allowing a proper astral touch. Signals across the empty then coming through clear, and tactile. Twenty years it would last, time perception slowed by them […]
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Pots of Gold
Rainbows. The beams from God’s benevolent eye watching us over, the visiting Chaplain would say. I used to sit outside after the rain and wait for them, when they stood out the most. After the rain, when the colours of their parabola fronted low hanging greys and the last mist of droplets, and they didn’t […]
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