Tag: fiction

Hello! You may have noticed a deluge of shorter blog posts over the past week. They’re not quite stream-of-consciousness, but they’re also not quite refined, finalised, percolated-into-the-crystal-goblet cogent ideas. Which is kind of apt really, because I’m just churning things over at the moment. Flitting specks of knowledge begin to form into ideas — and then spin away into the corners of my mind. They re-emerge a few days or weeks later — usually when I’m sitting on the toilet — and…

Kafka Abi: This week, we decided to take a favourite quotation and look at representing each half in our own way. My suggestion of Dolly Parton’s infamous “It costs a lot of money to look this cheap” was sidelined in favour of something a little more intellectual by Franz Kafka. And so we have this. The quotation put me in mind of the Aesthetic theory of The Line of Beauty which always puts me in mind of a Violin or…

‘nother couple of pages to feast your eyes upon! If you’ve already read the first bit, you can skip to about half way down page one. Some more info: this is a series of short stories — or that’s the plan, at least. Perhaps one larger, introductory story, and then short stories that stem from it. As always, I welcome feedback. Also, I appreciate that this isn’t the best way to do ‘episodic’ content, but unless I hold back until…

[ipaper id=30140225] * * * If you can’t read see story above, you need to view this page on my site.

There he stood, sharpening his long, smooth, folded-steel machete. There she stood, licking her lips, looking first at him, and then down at the ground demurely. “Give it to me!” “Never!” She sprang from the warm rock with a derisive snort and flick of her tail. Her pace quickened as she bounded into the tall grass, her paws finding, gripping and rebounding rapidly from the firm soil. She could hear him clumsily pushing the tall grass aside in an attempt…