UNI:Tony and AmandaTonyI never meant to cheat. No one ever means to do it really, do they? I didn’t just go out one day and decide “Hey, today I think I’ll cheat on my wife! Having an affair sounds like fun!”No.It wasn’t like I planned it – Hayley and I were just friends, business partners. We went to conferences, we had drinks after. It… escalated a couple of times. A couple of times turned into more than a couple. I had worked with Hayley for over fifteen years, and then one day I came home to see clothes flying out the window; shoes, shirts, ties – you name it. Rushing inside, slamming the bedroom door open and yelling might not have been the best move, but what was I supposed to do?Amanda wasn’t stupid; surely she’d known that something hadn’t been right in our marriage. We didn’t have kids, we hadn’t been trying, I was away all the time because of work. We barely saw each other.She looked at me like I’d killed
Jackson: Music ExerciseThe thud, thud, thud of bass filled Jackson's ears. It was constant and heavy, unrelenting and all encompassing. A robotic, buzzing sound joined the thumping beat as Jackson stared around, running his hand through his hair absent mindedly. All around him, people were dancing. Some with their eyes closed, completely oblivious to the scene surrounding them. It was a hive of movement and Jackson shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but to no avail. He couldn't fathom rational though over the constant pounding of the bass in his head. It felt a bit like rage, he realised, and, as the music screamed, a lot like panic and the way his heart had raced when Soren has nearly been hit by a truck that day. That was a long time ago, he was sure of that much, but somehow Jackson still couldn't plave himself in the scene he found himself in. Cogs in the roof and walls whirred in time with the music, while girls in corsets and ripped skirts danced with abandon, throwing themselves against eac
Sonnet for a Friday LectureHow vexing a task,To set pen to paper asDew drops set to grass.So natural a motion, yetunnatural in its instuction,As yet, I find myself without purpose.Forgo drive, passion; forgo coherencyeven, to meet lines forgedwithin the confines of my mind,Wherein, desperately, the shrieking echoes,My thoughts: how vexing a task!To set pen to paper,As dew drops to grass;I cannot write on cue!
The First PyramidThe pharaoh will rise as a phoenix from the ashes, glorious and burning bright as the sun Ra set in the sky, when the time is right. He will be remembered always.I had watched for years for the moment, waited decades to become of use to my pharaoh, simply rested at the side lines biding my time to finally show my worth. I was important and I would have waited millennia to show people to what extent I was. Not that they ever would have doubted my worth; not after I was selected for the role by the almighty pharaoh himself. Years ago, Djoser had come to power; he was an almighty ruler, bringing Egypt to its knees in awe before him. He raised the military to a place of power more esteemed than any army before and brought Sinai to the ground; he brought back treasures the likes of which had never been seen before. Gems which glittered in the blue of the sea and sky, those which shone with the orange light of Egypt’s setting sun, adorned his throne – his palace was paved with g
Obligatory picturesObligatory pictures“The basilisk’s expression warped theWorld and the mesh of time in which it is caught As compact as a spaceship kitchenFor slow speeds and heavy duty, amid a confusion of shouts and curses,Chemical fire-fighting liquids through which he swam in his dreamsThe cloudy floor fluorescent jellyfish an unusual specimen of his race.He looks like a cross between a spider’s web and somebody who’s been hit by a truck.Tonelessly, the mirror said, just happy babies. With an intense premonition of terror.He, a crippled dragon, too obviously with the crocodile, for all to hear in a rich fruity baritone: That you love me. We love each other.
NaNo '12 Day Three! Super SomethingGlancing around, James slowly came to the realisation that there appeared not to be a door anywhere. He got up, pushing himself up from the bed laboriously, still feeling the aches and uneasiness from what had apparently been several rounds of convincing from the invisible voice before they had actually managed to make him aware of the situation. Steadying himself against the cold, white wall, James began to make his way around the room. He refused to believe under any circumstances that there was no way out of this room. There had to be a way out, or he would have to make a way out by any means necessary. Although, if the information he had gathered so far was to be trusted, levitation wasn’t really the ability that was going to get you out of a room with no door. Stupid. Why couldn’t he have super strength or something useful like that?After a few minutes of tediously creeping around the walls, searching for any sign of a way out, James came across a seam-like crease in
NaNo '12 Day Two! Super SomethingNicola spluttered. “You’ll do great things with me? With me? I’m sorry, was that what you said?”There was a pause. “…Yes?”“Yes? Is that all you can say? You’d better bloody hope I don’t work out how to use these powers properly and crush you all after I turn into a sodding T-Rex or whatever those big pointy toothed ones are!”There was another pause. “Yes. Well. Okay, then, I’ll just be releasing the neurotoxins now, if you don’t mind. Actually, you don’t have a say in it. Don’t worry, the floor doesn’t actually go down that far, we just did that to scare you, thought it might speed the process up a bit. And they’re not deadly neurotoxins, either.”“’Deadly neurotoxins’?” Nicola repeated incredulously. “Did you steal that from a video game or are you actually trying that hard to be a super villain?”The voice didn’t reply and Nic
NaNo '12 - Day One! Super SomethingJames lay with his eyes closed. Every inch of his body ached as if it had been pushed to its physical limit, although he could not think of an instance when he had ever been inclined to push himself that much. What had happened? Had he passed out? That seemed unlikely, he decided, he had never once passed out in his nineteen years of life so far, so why should he have started now? It just didn’t seem logical. A searing pain shot through his head as a bright white light shone through his eyelids. His mind seemed to fade in and out of conscious thought as he struggled to open his eyes. He lay with his eyes barely opening for an immeasurable amount of time, unable to make sense of the situation.James stared blankly ahead of him. Was it ahead of him? Or was he lying down and actually staring upwards? Everything seemed painfully disorienting; as he flicked his eyes from side to side there seemed to be no change in his surroundings, just a continuous white expanse. He shook his head s
AnxietyUsually I sort of take my heartbeat for granted. It's justa thing that happensAnd it keeps me alive and I don't really notice it. I don't notice the beating and I barely feel itat all.im not okay imnotokay im not okayBut I'm fine. I can still breathe. I'mfine. I can. I can still breathe. Icanstillbreathe.* What form does your anxiety take? Can you tell me how it feels?I don't know. I can't explain. How do you tell someone how you're falling apart? How do you tell a person that it's like someone hasjacked up the bAss and the vOlume and the bEat of my hEart is all i can focus on and im not okay imnotokay im not okay and im barely breathing* There are things you can do, okay? You have options. Is there anything else? The more we know about it, the more we can do. There's the option of counselling, you could talk it through with someone else who knows what's happening.How can I talk to someone? How could I ever even try whenits all I notice its every little thing h