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Finite Life: Chapter One
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” Myra paced the stage of the auditorium with her graceful stride and gestured dramatically. “Space: the final frontier. Huston, we have a problem. One small step for for man: One giant step for mankind. And the fascination is not just for adults. Who hasn’t heard the nursery rhyme Twinkle twinkle little Star? How about Buzz Lightyear's To Infinity and Beyond? Our fascination with space is so ingrained in our identity, it’s impossible to know where it stared. Throughout history, every human culture has looked to the stars for answers. They have been used to navigate, to explain things we didn’t know at the time, to tell stories, to know the date, time and perhaps the most prevalent use of all, to tell our future!” Her audience laughed at the last inclusion, as did she. Horoscopes had fallen out of favour and were more the butt of a joke these days, but ask most people and they could still tell you their sign. It was amusing to think people actually used to believe the position of the small group of stars visible from Earth could tell you something about your personality or what sort of day you were going to have. Once the laughter died down, Myra moved on.
Parker had been having the most restful sleep. It had been a tough week at work and sleep had not been his friend, leaving him feeling weary to his bones. Right now, he was somewhere between dreams and awake at that stage with the strange sensation where your mind is aware but your body isn’t really up to speed yet and a little slow to respond. Most people experience this as a terrifying feeling of being paralysed and trapped in their own body. Not Parker. It’d been happening to him regularly since childhood, normal until a few years ago and not scary in the slightest. He would wake enough to move soon. There was an odd sound he was becoming aware though, one he couldn’t immediately explain. It was out of place and he couldn’t quite work out why through a sleep haze. An electronic buzz. Was his alarm clock broken? Feeling ready to move, he rolled over without opening his eyes, reaching for the clock on his bedside table..... and fell to the floor with a jarring thud.
Tastes like Summer
Summer is hot here in Queensland, Australia. Average temperatures are not often below 30 degrees Celsius (86 degrees Fahrenheit) in the area of the state where I live and the humidity is more than 65% on average during the season (the months of December, January and February).
Don't Go Into The Woods Today,
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Now, I know, a candle in the window, why is that even worth mentioning? There could be a completely benign reason for it: kids mucking around doing the carefree things kids do, or maybe a couple sneaking away from everyone for some quiet time alone.
The Dragon's Triangle - Chapter 2
Daniel was leaning over the rail of the boat again. Angel stood beside him rubbing her hand over his back, listening to the snickering laughter from the group of hangers-on she had dubbed ‘The Posse’ who had paused their busy schedule of lounging around taking selfies and short videos for social media long enough to mock her friend from the opposite side of the deck. She sighed, wondering again if the job was worth it.
Dad v father
I'd have to say this is a tough story to tell. Not because of the emotions involved, it's the oddity of the reasoning. To be completely honest, it is only since being challenged to really examine my relationship with my dad that I even gave it any thought.
The Dragon's Triangle
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Now, it is the only place they thrive. Every generation of my family are cursed to live our entire lives here. It is a legacy inherited from our ancestors for the part they played in a abhorrent chapter in the history of our country. We do not bear this shame alone, there are other families bound here too. A magic none of us has the power to influence keeps us tied here and sustains the Veil that separates us from the rest of the world. From time to time, an Outsider who is deemed worthy by the Veil may join us in the Valley but they are few. Only those touched by ancient magic can find our home on Emiko’s Island off the coast of Japan in a lethal region known as The Dragon's Triangle.
It's about me, not you!
Dear Mum, Here we are again. Two journals filled and counting! When Julie, you know, that therapist I’ve been seeing for the past couple of years (thanks to growing up with a challenging mother like yourself, the one you said was a complete waste of my time and money, why do I need a therapist, there’s nothing wrong with me outside of the fact that I just don’t listen to you enough!) suggested I write in a journal and get off my chest all the things I tend to say that just aren’t helpful and usually end up with you looking bewildered and wounded and me wanting to beat my head against a brick wall, I don’t think either of us thought I would be quite so prolific. She says it helps me deal with my ‘grievances’ in a more ‘constructive’ way. According to her and her fancy doctorate, sarcasm and gentle self-loathing are not overly ‘mentally hygienic’. Honestly Mum, she sounds ALOT like you when you haughtily remind me that “sarcasm is the lowest form of wit”. The primary difference between the two of you is that her judgement and condescension cost me money while yours costs me my self-esteem.
A Final Goodbye
Marjorie and I were inseparable. We went everywhere together, sat together for all our meals and we playmates. We even slept in the same bed. Mama tried very hard to separate us once, insisting I have my own bed, but Marjorie screamed so loud that Papa told Mama to just leave us be.
The City of Lost Souls
Tamrin sighed and her shoulders drooped at the sound of her doorbell. She needed to invest in one of those video bells so she could see if she actually had to answer the door or could pretend she wasn’t home. Couldn’t the world just leave her be.
The First Step - An Open Letter
Today is my 40th birthday. I’m actually quite excited to be 40. I had a minor flip out at turning 30, but 10 years later, I’m not just fine with being another decade older, I’m happy about it. I’m attributing that to being more settled in my life now than I was then. My life isn’t perfect, I work hard and I work long hours that mean my work/life balance is , well, unbalanced. But the trade off is I’ve achieved a lot in the last 10 years.