The you inside your head is less you than you might think Thinking is the problem and it’s causing quite a stink I think therefore I am, yet thoughts are products of the brain I fart therefore I am could be said in similar vein Our thoughts become the soundtrack to this awe-filled, wondrous life … Continue reading Thoughts?
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Time to Fly
The fly flew from the ointment and landed in my drink Its lifeless body floated there gave me time to think Did I really want the comfort those bubbles would provide? Liquid gold within my veins Euphoric rush to downward slide In a memory my mind hides: The chasing of a high that can be … Continue reading Time to Fly
All You’ll Ever Need
Moving in a spiral to a point of purity Ever decreasing circles ‘til you get where you should be The other myth: a straight line traditional trajectory Avoiding all the pitfalls ‘til you get where you could be At the centre, lies the answer the one each of us seek “Keep climbing to pure happiness, … Continue reading All You’ll Ever Need
Matters Much
There is a negative Nelly living deep within my brain His complaints are always different, yet they’re really all the same The soundtrack he lays down is one of cacophonous strife A circuitous litany on the grievances of life He cannot see the awe in scudding clouds through window panes All he sees are heavy … Continue reading Matters Much
The End of Mankind
This is December’s offering to Gobblers/Masticadores, a strange story inspired by an infection called Wolbachia which is found amongst anthropods and isopods. When infected, male woodlice can turn into female woodlice who then only produce female offspring. The world is a weirdly wonderful place!
by Rae Cod
“How long has he been infected with the parasite, Mr Kant?” asked Doctor Fenton, keeping her face as neutral as possible. This was the tenth case presenting with intensive acceleration they’d had this week. The patient – the host – was under sedation in isolation; isolation to supposedly protect others from the parasite, sedation to protect the patient’s own sanity: the National Health Service just didn’t have the resources to deal with something like this.
“He was infected in the first wave, so I guess about six months ago, we’ve been really careful since then, followed the guidelines not to touch…except…”
Dr Fenton’s ears pricked up, “except?”
“His birthday, three months ago, it was just the once…it’d been so long since either of us…and his symptoms seemed under control…”
“Did you use protection”
“No,” said the husband – Mr Kant, Doctor Fenton reminded herself. She must remember to…
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Torrent
by Rae Cod The icy deluge continued to pour, stinging his face and plastering his shirt and jeans to a body which a few days ago had felt strong, but… Torrent
Shield Bug
I'm Palomena PrasinaOf the order HeteropteraI might look a little toughdon't let the exterior scare 'yaI'm a knight in shining armourA truer bug you'll never findPurpose woven in the fabricOf a pattern well designedI'm a family bug; my sigil:Protector of the landSome might call me stinkybut they don't understandI'm the bottom of the pyramidThe stone … Continue reading Shield Bug
Kangaroo & Joey
Kangaroo hopped through the scrub when a desperate sound reached her ears Echoes of loss and hopelessness so sad her eyes pricked with tears She followed the sound of anguish to a baby kangaroo Hunched over the form of a mother, now gone One heart split into two Kangaroo knew by the musk on the … Continue reading Kangaroo & Joey
Break the Spell
The vibes are flowing gently Gong beats sing sweet in the air The colour of pure abounds Hope hangs in silent prayer Hands join in expectation Bodies ache to let go of the fight Surely this must bring salvation An end to the long dark night Fingers grasp beneath the surface Scrabbling for something to … Continue reading Break the Spell
Bust
It’s time for this month’s short story offering. I wrote this one a while ago for a short story competition (it didn’t win) and posted it on the blog last year. The brief was to write a story set at a bus stop with Bus in the title, I wonder if my title was bending … Continue reading Bust
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