Monday, September 27, 2010

Flash Fiction No. 12

Flash fiction statement was provided by Tatiana Eileen Shryock on my Facebook Fan Page.

I never knew I’d kill a person…

“I never knew I’d kill a person.

If you’d told me an hour ago, I would have laughed at you. It’s funny how things can change in such a short space of time.

An hour ago, I was a monster.

But how can you describe internal bliss as monstrous? Sure, there’s a price to pay. It’s a terrible price, but that just depends on how you look at it.

An hour ago, I was uncontrollable.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

& All I Need Now Is For This Moon To Keep Light In Its Desolate Skyline For Good

I hate being a shoddy liar, but that’s a story for another time.  I have a terrible headache right now, which might be partially because I’m being nagged from every side, or so it seems. It’s funny how this only happens when Master Berserker decides to put in appearances.

Monday, September 20, 2010

The Saga of the Selfish Brother

The title kind of gives it away, doesn’t it? Well, Master Berserker has returned home after his ridiculous three month hopping around friends’ houses. You may think that this is because he is hard done by and that he perhaps does not deserve the words in the title of this entry…

But if you have read any of my previous entries concerning Master Berserker, then you will understand exactly why it thus called.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Character Therapy

In the office of Dr Miles Benonico, a character is reclining on his sofa. This is her third session with the prominent therapist.

Dr: You seem to mention your author quite frequently.

Jo: She leaves me with no option.

Dr: Is that how you feel?

Jo: I think anybody would feel like that if they knew for certain that their whole life was being played by a puppeteer as if it was some kind of entertainment.

Dr: You sound like you resent her.

Monday, September 06, 2010

Flash Fiction No.11

Flash fiction statement provided by Susie Petherbridge.

The cheese rolls down the hill at midnight…

Eli pressed his face against the cold glass. The familiar scrape of metal iced his fingers. He stepped out of the taxi, slotting the weapon into his coat pocket and crushing a crisp note into the driver’s hand with a gruff, “Keep the change.” The car moved off, black tyres sluicing the slush.

Eli glanced around him as he casually turned up his collar to hide his throat from the chill and his face from unseen enemies.

He wasn’t taking any chances.

Thursday, September 02, 2010

Trouble Sleeping

“It’s late and I’m feeling so tired. Having trouble sleeping. This constant compromise between thinking and breathing. Could it be I’m suffering because I’ll never give in?”

-Corinne Bailey Rae

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

It’s Like Forgetting The Words To Your Favourite Song

I did mean to write this sooner but I’ve felt out of sorts all day. I think I’m just tired but I also felt kind of ill tonight. It’s a shame because I had a great idea for a post earlier and now it’s gone. I also had the urge to write but unfortunate errands took that away from me. They needed to be done, but it still steals away my creativity.