Hannah Moore
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Brief histories
I wrote two pieces for this challenge to write a fifty word history of the world or humanity, as I realised that the piece I had was all about fear, though it is not itself frightening, and I didnt want Kayleigh to feel she had to read it. So I have provided a buffer piece too.
By Hannah Mooreabout a month ago in Fiction
I have of late lost all my mirth
Talk to me about writers’ block. You see, I am not sure I understand. I am not sure whether you all know something I don’t know, or whether none of us knows that the others don’t know. What does writer’s block mean to you? I am genuinely curious.
By Hannah Mooreabout a month ago in Writers
- Top Story - March 2024
My cat died on FridayTop Story - March 2024
My cat died on Friday. One of my cats. I have two. Had. It was sudden, quick, horrible, and in my arms, and now I feel funny about my arms. Like they betrayed me somehow, these strong, capable limbs I use to love and to care, vessels, instead, of dying.
By Hannah Moore2 months ago in Petlife
And Now, For My One Hundred and Fifty First Story...
This is story number 151 on vocal for me. I didn't set out to mark it in any special way, its just, when I came here to copy this from my word processor into vocal, I noticed and thought to myself "well that seems apt." Then I thought to myself "why exactly? Apt how?" to which I answered "Because this is a story about process, and one should reflect on process at times like story number 151." "Oh," I said, in response, "Oh, but now I've made me feel like I need to reflect with wisdom and draw links and lessons and make it all look like I have been wonderfully and deliberately clever. If I am reflecting on process to mark my 151st story and all?" "Don't be daft," said I. "It was just a bit of fun."
By Hannah Moore2 months ago in 01
The Keep
When the reckoning had come, it had come more swiftly and more absolutely than any of us had imagined. The plague had howled through the township like a hurricane, ripping mothers and fathers from their beds to clasp the hands of sleepy children and plunge them out into the night, soft eared rabbits and bears clutched to their pyjamad chests, bare feet pounding at the pavements, softness toughening or yielding in a few short moments. We grow up fast in a disaster. Or we die.
By Hannah Moore2 months ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Love Unraveled Challenge
The Price of Everything and the Value of AllRunner-Up in Love Unraveled Challenge
This week, in amongst the endless deluge of minor titillations my phone offers me each day, I saw a headline regarding Bradley Cooper not feeling immediately “connected” to his daughter, with the quote “I don’t even know if I really love the kid”. Despite not clicking on it, I saw it more than once. Clearly it was a sensational story. “I couldn’t be less interested in Bradley Cooper’s relationship with his daughter” I thought, and scrolled on, imagining I might like to read about something weightier, Ukraine, or Palestine, or the microchip supply chain, but actually settling on a “top ten hikes for 2024” or “Couple unearth underground tunnel in garden” or some such.
By Hannah Moore2 months ago in Humans
A new proposal
Community comrades, I would like to try something different this week. Me, not you, you can go about your business in whatever way you please, of course. But I would like to read differently this week. I have written previously about my somewhat challengingly conscientious vocal reading habits, and in Reply All, my response to Vocal's solicitation of our aspirations for 2024, I laid out my plans for readjusting these reading habits to manage my own capacity, as well as to free up more time for engaging with writers new to me. This largely involved letting go of the pressure to read everything anyone I had subscribed to writes, de-prioritising those creators with whom a one sided relationship is the prevailing norm. I am on no high horse here, understand, I am both an imperfect reciprocator (though I try) and an inconsistent community adventurer. Miraculously, my piece about reading LESS on Vocal did not place in that challenge!
By Hannah Moore2 months ago in Critique
As I Lay Me Down To Sleep.
Let me start by telling you that this is a true story. Reading it might make you rethink your life, as it has me, telling it to you now. Certainly, it might account for the bad dreams and fitful sleep which had plagued me since we moved into this house some fourteen years ago. Or maybe its all a coincidence. Each of us must decide for ourselves where the line between things happening to happen, and Happenings must be drawn.
By Hannah Moore2 months ago in Confessions