Roy Stevens
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Just one bad apple can spoil a beautiful basket. The toxins seep throughout and...
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Macree and Wharac
The Eternal Mother surrounds and supports us but can she actually be thought of as a place? Above is the air, the sky. The birds wheel there like we make our curves on the Mother’s skin. Her water turns to air and the air gives her back her water. We circle with the currents of her blood.
By Roy Stevens7 months ago in Fiction
Sorry Vocal
“Creatures of my dreams raise up and dance with me, Now and forever I’m your king.” I’m fairly confident that anyone reading this will have heard the music that accompanies these lyrics though maybe not the lyrics themselves. The song “Outro” by Anthony Gonzalez in his alter-ego as M83 was used in too many movie-trailers, TV shows and commercials during the first half of the last decade. It’s a soulful, dramatic, even symphonic piece that catches the attention and immediately invokes powerful emotional responses. Heck, it got enough of my distracted attention to get me to consider buying a Mazda and eventually I even did get one (most fun-to-drive car I’ve ever owned).
By Roy Stevens7 months ago in Motivation
Midnight Sun
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Personally, I felt the sky was being a bit coy with its blushing and other dilettante behavior. I mean really…, blushing at the sky’s age? Still, it was pretty to see the phenomenon again after years away from Whitehorse working in the south. I’d been up there before of course. I worked my way through university with a summer job in Whitehorse as a vehicle mechanic. I mostly worked on the long-haul transports that got so badly beat up on far north “roads” like the Dempster Highway to Tuktoyaktuk; that was a wild ride at the best of times!
By Roy Stevens7 months ago in Fiction
Tennessee. 1868. Hope
Rain came that fall and outstayed its welcome. The creek gargled its swell and gushed into the river. The river roared out of its peaceful bed and charged away downstream, dragging all it could grasp with it. The chickens became restless in their hovelled enclosure.
By Roy Stevens7 months ago in Fiction
Thylacine
“Could I have something soft to lie on, like a piece of grass maybe? It’s just that this… the hard stuff in this cage is cold at night. I’m sorry to complain but it’s getting harder every night to hang on.” I thought I would try once more to get through to these strange, pale upright creatures but they just don’t seem to understand what I’m saying. Ever since they arrived in Tasmania they’ve chased and run-down and murdered my kind and we haven’t been able to talk to them.
By Roy Stevens7 months ago in Fiction
The Jolley Cut
As he crossed through the intersection Jake found himself suddenly thinking about a particular day nine years ago in 1976 when he was twelve. A hard-braking bike brought it to mind, and maybe thinking about Marcus just before the rider pulled up had called up the memory as well. As he strolled, occasionally glancing over his shoulder for the next bus to come along, he found himself grinning with the memory of that crazy moment from his past.
By Roy Stevens7 months ago in Fiction
Razing the Forest
The old man staring at me through the mirror looked like he’d seen a few things in his time. I almost laughed at him as the exhaustion brought on by another night’s sleep told me of dreams undreamt and hope long dashed. As I washed my face and then looked up again the water dripping from his wild whiteness of beard accused me of having abandoned him to a fate from long ago. To be lost forever in an emotionless wasteland devoid of any human feeling; love, hate, joy, despair…
By Roy Stevens7 months ago in Fiction
Flush of Success
Flush of Success During the first semester of their university prep year at Wentworth Collegiate Institute, Marcus and Slob obtained some meager work at a concession stand operated at the stadium where the Hamilton Tiger-Cats professional football team played their home games. The concession was located in a terribly spartan concourse hidden beneath the bleachers, an area which was normally occupied by enough pigeons to make guano clean-up the inevitable first task every week before preparing the booths for the upcoming game.
By Roy Stevens7 months ago in Fiction
The Last of Us- Why did Joel do That?
I played Naughty Dog's amazing and emotionally fraught video game The Last of Us about 7 years ago and ever since I've been fascinated to watch people's reactions to the unusual direction the story takes in its last act. It will be even more interesting to see how audiences react to the show if it follows the game story closely. For the moment let's just say that characters do things which run counter to pretty much every trope in all narrative media. I've seldom encountered anyone who sees clearly what motivates Joel in particular to behave so "antisocially". Okay, assuming the HBO production sticks closely to the game the spoilers are about to begin- bail now if you don't know where the story's going over the last episodes and don't want to find out till it's happening.
By Roy Stevens7 months ago in Geeks
