This is not another short story. This is the second task, I think is the best word for it. But I am having an issue with it. It requires that I go out, take a walk, sit for a while in a place where I can open my senses to write what I see and … Continue reading Writing Exercise Pt. 2: Be The Camera
I don’t know why I remember asking my girlfriend to marry. I had been dating, seeing really, this girl for about eight months give or take. I’ll call her Emma, for the sake of this reminiscing of long lost loves. The best way I can think to describe her is dainty, she remains the most … Continue reading Emotional Memories Pt 3: The Engagement That Never Happened
I don’t know why I remember my first assertive moment. My girlfriend at the time was what some would call a Tomboy. She was the kind of girl that you would want at your back if you were ever in trouble; not for the moral support, but because she could literally kick my arse. She … Continue reading Emotional Memories Pt. 2: My First Assertive Moment
I don’t know why I remember taking a walk into the local city center. It started one summer Saturday after I finished work when I was 13, I was a Milkman. Leaving the house, I would walk up the courtyard. The first part of the courtyard was covered in red bricks, the houses all had … Continue reading Emotional Memories Pt. 1: The Walk
The first exercise. So it begins. There is more to the exercise, however I think that the goal is all you need to see. If I were to give you “more” then it might engender feedback about what it is I am writing. There are three or four things that are sticking out in my … Continue reading Exercise I: Emotional Memories
I know it’s been a while since I last posted, I’ve done some (unseemly) brooding and a measure of self pity; then kicked myself in the metaphorical arse. The ways I have been trying to deal with my issues are not working, that much is plainly obvious to me. So I have decided to change … Continue reading Change of pace…
Just as I think I am getting a hang of me, my thought processes, my issues, inadequacies and life. Something new (or old) pops up and kicks me in the arse. A quiet reminder that control is an illusion, that it isn't me that determines where life takes me; in reality I know that this is … Continue reading Lost, Confused, and Unknown.
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the … Continue reading Drawn to Poetry..
So, a continuation from my ramblings yesterday. While the miscarriage, in my mind, is a big contributor to the way I am feeling; it is not the only thing that is running through my mind. A very close friend of mine is dying from Bone Cancer, she was given 5 years to live about 3 … Continue reading In for a penny…
Every time I see the metaphorical light at the end of the tunnel; the mountain moves and causes the tunnel I'm traversing to be filled with tonnes of rock blocking my way. Maybe I was an evil twat in a past life and this life is a comeuppance for my past evil ways...Maybe I am … Continue reading Maybe I’m Cursed