Just a regular guy living in the West Midlands, UK.
Last time I checked we were supposed to be floating about in hovercrafts by 2019. I even pictured our species living on some faraway planet where robots were our slaves and the only food we could eat would be vacuum packed rice cakes.
By Jord Tury5 years ago in Geeks
Okay, so you want to write a novel? Well, I won’t lie to you it’ll be a long journey, and don’t be traumatized when I tell you it’ll tear your life away for years, even decades.
By Jord Tury5 years ago in Journal
If you were a kid growing up in the nineties in the UK, then you most definitely cherished those super cringey school disco days where the tuck shop was the only thing that really mattered. You know, that as well as sliding on your knees and pretending to be an airplane or something.
By Jord Tury6 years ago in Feast
Close your eyes and imagine you’re walking on a pebble beachCan you feel the sharpness of rocks tickle beneath your feet? Are your toes curdling at the squeamishness of wet sand?Do you feel the lack of power when walking or even trying to stand?
By Jord Tury6 years ago in Poets
I’ve been thinking a lot lately, perhaps a little too much; to the point of almost kidding myself into thinking the words that I write are actually acknowledged and soaked up by someone from somewhere in the world.
By Jord Tury6 years ago in Journal
This story is dedicated to the woman who saved my lifeMy rock and my angel, the one to be my wife A heart as soft as dough and a shell harder than stoneShe is the reason I wake each morning and never feel alone
Some folk are pulled about by the umbilical cord of the wombBuild them an empire and it’ll still be the prison encased inside a tomb
On the darkest hour of twilight, Kings Cross station looks rather peaceful from a bird's eye view. Travelers are rare and trains are as common as unicorn blood, leaving only vacant streets with little to no noise other than the howling winds passing through the cracks of the railroad tracks.
My eyes are bleeding out the back of my skull and I’m feeling drowsy. My motivation is at an all time low and yet I’m somehow declared fit enough to work regardless.
Since when did social media rectify our lives?Networking accounts that merely dissolve like paint thinner against our own pride?
I belittle the world as something expendablePeeking through the fingers of one, I am not sure; I am skeptical Bewildered by blindness, I do not seek the lightI’m prone to attract darkness; and within it I can’t fight
Confidence is a quality; an aura of which you crackConfidence is a brother; a somebody to watch your back Confidence is a priority; an essence to which we thriveConfidence is a danger; a reason to feel alive