The test

I knew it was going to be a hard day today – the test was to see if I could get a title for my NanoWriMo novel – I did – the people.

Short but sweet

via Daily Prompt: Test

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He Made Me – Honestly

OK this one is meant to be bad – an entry in Chris Fielden’s Writing Challenges –

Adverb Writing Challenge – Many new writers overuse adverbs in their writing. To raise awareness of this, the Adverb Writing Challenge was born. All you have to do is write a story crammed with as many adverbs as you can. 100 words Max.

Here is one of my entries – now published on his site.

He Made Me – Honestly

I was writing inadequately but passionately about an intrinsically difficult topic, that I remarkably and sensationally scripted in lavishly, artistically decorated, beautifully, irrationally coloured script.

I decidedly, overwhelmingly, outdid myself with extraordinarily and ridiculously phrased, insignificantly thought through sentences, that unequivocally proved that I am uninspiringly endowed with a remarkably unexplored ability to uncomfortably waffle, which could undoubtedly send any rationally and sanely motivated person to consider me positively and undoubtedly out of my interestingly unexamined, fractionally endowed tiny insignificantly minuscule little brain.

My only vague attempt to rationally and honestly excuse myself – he told me to do it!

Deliciously and outrageously overwhelmed by a significantly beautiful and glamourous witch.

OK this one is meant to be bad – an entry in Chris Fielden’s Writing Challenges –

Adverb Writing Challenge – Many new writers overuse adverbs in their writing. To raise awareness of this, the Adverb Writing Challenge was born. All you have to do is write a story crammed with as many adverbs as you can. 100 words Max.

Here is one of my entries – now published on his site.

Deliciously and outrageously overwhelmed by a significantly beautiful and glamourous witch.

I quietly and anxiously awaited her, obediently and coyly leaning awkwardly and nervously against the lavishly and ornately decorated fountain. Fortunately she dutifully and quite dramatically arrived astride her elegantly designed and magically powered broomstick.

She was alluringly dressed in a sharply and bravely cut, elegantly styled dress. She dismounted gracefully and gleefully; silently and deftly crossed to my side, unexpectedly took my limply dangling hand and vivaciously pulled me wantonly into her embrace. Innocently I warmly and excitedly kissed her perfectly formed and beautifully full lips and she obnoxiously and somewhat irritatingly turned me into a grotesquely malformed frog.

Creative Chaos

A flash fiction story written for Theatre Cloud’s Tell a tale in 500 words – just a bit of fun

The creators were having a good day, they; since ‘the creator’ exists in a multitude of parallel dimensions and therefore were one and many at the same time; were having fun.

Well, I say they exist in parallel dimensions, but today the creators felt very creative indeed and decided to take up platting. What had previously been possible and impossible at the same time, depending upon which particular parallel dimension you might be visiting; had suddenly become probable, actual and inconceivable all at the same time.

The creators took the strands of newly formed chaos, and from them invented a small god, whom they named Sod; they released him into the platted strands of his own space-time dis-continuum and gave the little chap a bit of creative ability of his own, just for fun.

Sod quickly developed a rather mischievous spirit and was not, as many people may expect the origin of the ‘law of Sod,’ but at the same time he was, and again he only probably could have been, but the evidence is circumstantial.

Sod went about the intricate web of the multiverse; sprinkling small showers of awareness here and there and small showers of total unawareness there and here.

Awareness is generally thought of as affecting sentient beings, but since the possible and impossible had now become entwined with the probable; awareness now had a whole new range of impossibilities to play with.

Money for example, became aware of the rich and the poor, and decided to make some changes; this became apparent when wallets emptied themselves of their contents as rich people walked through poor areas of town. People, who had previously had nothing, could suddenly buy food for themselves and their families; whilst those who used to keep their money in their wallets until the moths had died; took up a new hobby of accusing the poor of theft, whilst being totally unable to prove anything.

Supermarkets found their huge profits dwindling, although they didn’t collapse completely; whilst small corner shops suddenly thrived. Everyone found that they were paying their taxes, both the workers and the multinational companies. There was increasingly enough money available for new, affordable housing for the homeless, and medical care for everybody; even the nature reserves and sanctuaries got enough funding to make things sustainable for wildlife.

The creators looked in the mirror and saw there a puzzled look staring back at them.

“What on earth have we done” they asked themselves.

“You appear to have twisted fate as well as reality” Sod answered “and I will get the blame for it.

Well it doesn’t seem to have worked out too badly, the creators thought; perhaps we should do more creative things; “Anyone fancy knitting, or crochet?”

Sod put his head in his hands in desperation, knowing that what was to come would give him a reputation beyond anyone’s comprehension. He looked at the world through the cracks between his fingers and quietly chuckled to himself, grinning mischievously.

 

Love the dark

A flash fiction story written for the writers forum Sept 16 competition inspired by a photograph.

They hurried to get home, turn on the light; banish the darkness. They were people of the light; darkness held no comfort for them. They eradicated darkness; producing artificial brightness in their homes, entertaining themselves with visions created through light producing technology. Light was mesmerising, addictive, essential to what they thought of as happiness.

They feared darkness, imagining it to be filled with evil creatures and death; they did not study the dark as they did with light. They knew all about light waves and even soundwaves but no-one understood dark-waves and their power. So it was that darkness grew in strength; for in every attempt to produce more light, they simply created more dark. It was a natural balance, wherever light was, there were shadows; the brighter the light, the deeper and darker the shadows became.

Darkness was waiting; in time it would get its people back. A time would come when all the cleverness used to dispel it; all the energy needed to produce the light, would be ever more quickly consumed, until darkness would return in gently rippling waves to lap again over the minds of its people. Only then would they understand; only when they had no choice but to accept the darkness, would they realise that they had needed it all along.

Every wave of the ocean rippling with starlight was only evident because it was surrounded by the darkness; every colour of the rainbow was defragmented by equal spectrums of darkness that lay behind. Once upon a time everything had been dark; until light was created no-one even noticed. Until light was created everyone found happiness in their sleeping dreams, and in their waking hours they thrilled in the sensations of touch, and fragrance and whispered sound.

Some were beginning to understand, some were seeking solitude and nature; going out into the wild places where light was limited and they could lie in the grass and look up into the heavens. Of course they were mesmerised by the stars; those pinpricks of light that were only visible because of the pure darkness that surrounded them in its great vastness.

The time was coming, it would be soon.

“Why did you do that to them?” The darkness asked.

“To teach them the difference between good and evil” a voice replied. “It is better to light a candle…”

“It would be better to love the dark.”