S R Gurney
Bio
25.
Graduate. Author. Director.
Inspirer to noone.
Compulsive Hypochondriac.
Elusive Dreamer.
Thought Hallucinator.
Stories (27/0)
Lawful Evil
Andre Thompson is a tall 40’something male, American-African made. Sitting in his chair, he loosens his tie as the aeroplane he has boarded awaits a signal to go on the runway at Philadelphia International Airport. He knows that soon there will be a thousand miles between himself and his devoted wife, Deiondre.
By S R Gurney4 years ago in Humans
Follies & Prophecies 11:00 pm What to Bring?
Here I am, in my life that leads, and my mind that follows; beckoning for revival. From this sorry state we have foregone, to allow such usurpers within our dominion. Where I am so very broken of the hearts that beat no more, and those that still do. For what they have seen and experienced is unimaginable, and real.
By S R Gurney4 years ago in Futurism
Why Bisexuality is like Being a 'y' Among Other Vowels.
I am male and in my mid-twenties, and you could say that I have finally decided that it's okay to be a half-vowel. I'm additionally going to explain how the fundamentality of 'y's vowel-like versatility is the extended bisexual metaphor, we 'y's have all been waiting for.
By S R Gurney4 years ago in Humans
V is for Virtue
I suppose to even connect with an intellectual iconoclast, might support a sense of egotism at the centre of their efforts, but what does it say about the reasons to which we find resurgence of coalescing thought; which is there for the pleasure of virtue?
By S R Gurney4 years ago in Motivation
How Did We Get Here (1995)
I guess in this laden British waste-scape of empty plastic bottles and chewed-up strewn gum, of blundering blue tory negligence, media-paedophiles and child sex-traffickers, Tax avoiding Bezos and his conglomerate profiteers, tik-tok celebri-troglodyte sensationalists; it's not hard to see why there is a perpetual sense of terribleness about the land. Nonetheless, I arrive upon this world as a baby five years before the millennia, dubbed as the last stairs to climb for a world burgeoning on change. I guess I was naively hopeful that it would exist as change that made my life and others better, simpler, or easier.
By S R Gurney4 years ago in The Swamp
Excerpt 2: Beneath The Mushroom Cap
6am 8th December 2016 The morning comes, and we awake to an atypical continental. There is dragon fruit, watermelon, and a specification Laden omelette. Something which seems a little over the top, until they make you exactly what you asked, and it envelops me. That in this culture what you ask for, you get. In Britain I guess the best we have is to ask for an omelette and see what arrives, so much so that even the choice of variability in Britain constitutes as a favour and not within the rights of service.
By S R Gurney4 years ago in Families
Excerpt 1: Beneath The Mushroom Cap
8pm 25th March 2017 As March draws to a close I am once more confounded between exam preparations, essay submissions, and a worldwide pandemic for liberation. My bedroom looks as if a post-it note monster with the mating veracity of a bunny has impregnated and spawned across my walls. And I am swept up in the commotion, so to want to be liberated from the responsibilities of my exams, something only MA and Ph.D. student have the luxury to behold.
By S R Gurney4 years ago in The Swamp