It’s more of a vague ephemeral label, really. Reality, that is. But to be honest, it’s not entirely my fault people think I’m nuts. When I got tapped for the job as the Truth Seeker / Fact Finder / Mystery Solver, it came with the tools.
A tiny excerpt for a thing I put forth to a magazine. “So, we focused on finding the way to go through time – to go backwards, to change the path of history enough, to save humanity. To not end up here, again. And if we did get through, we would be the first. It was going to be like jumping off a cliff, and hoping for wings to sprout en-route to the fast approaching ground. We all were going to have to jump. At a certain point, there would be no time left to leave, and those that could… Read More »A little excerpt about time travel to save humanity.
Following, an expert from an essay about hands…. my hands and all the things they do, feel touch, express, and so on. In progress, no editing. Later, my hands delved in to making jewellery. Learning to use hand tools. Slowly, learning to saw with precision a straight line, or carefully a shape from metals, never straying from the line – years of practice and dexterity to do so. Building slowly, the muscle memory to do so with precision. Holding pliers – griping tightly, and maneuvering with dexterity to accomplish tasks. The light but strong touch of holding a torch, brushing… Read More »Hands [working title]
An excerpt, from something I started yesterday, after thinking about “not having a firm grip on reality’. The first time I found there, it wasn’t on purpose. I was sleeping (presumably) and in that shifted time-space, when the realities of awake and dreaming blend ever so close together, the veil but a flimsy sheer wisp of a sheer curtain… I felt him. Felt him like the hair raising up on your arm tingly neck crawling somethings about to eat me sensation… I felt the consciousness of this other. Instantly, I understood he sensed me first, and that’s what alerted me.… Read More »Shifted Hunter [working title]
It’s official – I entered my first writing competition. It was for a Flash Fiction (max 650 words) on “Why I Choose To Hibernate”, Hosted by the BC Writers association.
Naturally, mine is quite Science Fiction… but not so far out there that it’s hard to imagine as real.
Here’s another tiny excerpt from my final story, titled “Hiber Nation”