The Eighth Sin

If there were an eighth sin, it’d be deplorable manners.

This comes in a variety of forms. For instance, once upon a time I sat down at uni. The setting was this: I’d just had an exam, or a test, or something. The weather was poor so I sat down for lunch. Two seats away a girl sat, snapping her gum. Loudly and repeatedly. Snap. Snap. Crack. Crack. Snap. On and on and goddamned on, until I put away my lunch and played music through my earphones very loudly. I’m not easily given to violence, but this just made me furious. 

And now I’m in a ranty mood so here’s number nine: poor vocabulary. Overusing ‘like’ is the worst offense for me. I’ve written about this before, but I think it bears repeating. It tells me that someone is so impatient to speak they don’t stop to filter; they just open their jaws and yap on. Similarly, using filler words to get out a sentence is teeth-grindingly annoying for me. ‘So this really annoys me, you know?’ –  here, it’s the ‘you know’.  It  tells me that you lack conviction in what you’re saying –  you’re confident enough to say it but you’d like me to affirm what you’re saying somehow.

Okay, I’m getting off my soapbox now. 



drunk on euphoria,  i
don’t mean to press the button.
too late, it’s done, irreversible
all that’s left is damage control.

frenzied thoughts, i
compose myself and my words.
you’re understanding, thankfully
it’s okay; crisis averted.

one last moment, i
find myself thinking differently.
you’re just you now
it’s kind of a relief.


The Collapse

I actually dealt with this a month ago. Finished my exams; so when I got home from the last one I crashed. Slept lots, just slounged around and did nothing. 

It’s how I unwind best, take off the pressure of having to do things. And then I get to baking and doing laundry and reading and writing again, to get used to doing stuff. Because once exams are over I no longer need to cram in information. Immediately after exams the most I’ll read is a fanfiction, because I don’t want to cram new information or things into a tired brain.

And then I arise, revived and ready to proceed with the next step. 

To Appease the Faux Landlords

part 1 of this series is here and part 2 is here.

I enter the antique store to escape the stormy day. It isn’t like any store I’ve been in before, and I’m no stranger to antiques – I once had to furnish a house on little money after all. From behind a curtain, there appears an elderly man and he seems delighted to see me, as if I am his oldest, dearest friend. With a flourish he presents me with hot tea, saying nothing.

An old-style phone ring sounds out.

Me: Thank you, sir, but I only came in to escape the rain.

Him: Ah, most sensible of you, my dear. Feel free to peruse the stock.

I do so, moving immediately to the books.

Him: Those paperbacks are a dollar each; the hardcovers are three dollars. I don’t sell books for more than five dollars.

I pick out an armload of books and bring them to the little reading couch, carefully rifling through to check for missing pages or too many scribbles in the margins.

Me: I think I’ll take these, thanks.

Him: Very good. You can never have too many books, is what I always think. Say, you look familiar.

Me: I’ve never been in here before, so…

Him: Oh yes? Perhaps you should come in more frequently, then.

He smiles as if at some private joke and I am tempted to leave the books where they are. The rain has mostly eased off now. He writes down each purchase and closes the leather-bound book.

Him: Ah, now I recognize you. My daughter has a tenant who has piles of books at home. Always complains that people don’t read enough. Praises you though, says you keep your nose in a book.

Me: Erm, not really. No more so than anyone else.

Him: Oh, nonsense.

He steps out from the counter and brings me several other slim novels, adding them to the pile.

Him: Here, take these free. My daughter will be very pleased that you’re reading so much.

Me: May I ask why she cares? She doesn’t know me.

Him: Do you not? She speaks of you – showed me a photo. Her name is Penelope; she does a marvelous carrot cake.

safety net

maps made, backpack ready.

a linear pattern
to follow, year by year.
expectations remain 
the same.

guidelines laid out
where to go, what to do.
who to be
becomes a natural habit.

knowing is the
most valuable of all.
this is the path and
here is your safety net.

time to move on.

Liebster Award

So, I’ve been nominated for the Liebster Award. Thank you, TurboBlaze, for the nomination, and for visiting and reading my blog.

Rules for getting the award:

1. Each person has to post 11 things about themselves.

2. Answer the 11 questions set for you and create 11 questions for the bloggers you nominate.

3. Nominate 5 – 11 of your favourite bloggers and tag them in your post.

4. Go to their blog and tell them.

5. Thank and link to the blogger who nominated you.

11 things about me:

1. I began creative writing in the back of my English book, scrawling out poems, seven years ago.

2. I don’t understand the first thing about fashion.

3. I love stationery.

4. Swimming is a sort of meditation for me, where I calm my thoughts.

5. I can’t stand directionless ambition.

6. I prefer little-known bands to top of the charts music.

7. My education has been heavy on literature.

8. I studied German for about eight years.

9. I quite like Twitter.

10. I drink both tea and coffee, not preferring one over the other.

11. I am a night owl.

To answer the questions posed to me:

1. What do you blog about most?
My blog focuses on creative writing – my own original work – and responses to the Daily Prompt. Sometimes I put together a creative response to the Daily Prompt.

2. Why did you choose
To be honest I don’t really remember. It looked easy to use, which has proven true. There may also have been a Google search for blogging platforms, in which case I saw WP on there.

3. Do you know any programming languages?
I have bare knowledge of HTML and LATEX. I plan to increase this knowledge.

4. What is your favourite pastime?
Reading or writing. I love getting drawn into another world, or creating one.

5. Would you like to try out suspended animation?
As I understand it, that means basically that you kind of die and return to life? It sounds somewhat like Frankenstein, and terrifying, so probably not.

6. What is the object just right side of you?
A pink handbag, in which I have stashed a collection of pens and a shopping list.

7. If you could meet one millionaire, who would you meet?
J.K. Rowling.

8. What do you prefer? Laptop, desktop, tablet or smartphone?
I take this as two categories. Laptop, for the portability. Same deal with tablets, but smartphone for the ability to get internet virtually anywhere. The buses have yet to get Wi-Fi, as far as I know.

9. What’s best? Hot chocolate or cold coffee?
At any time hot chocolate. Incidentally it’s a fairly bitter winter here. I can’t stand cold coffee. Ever.

10. Who is favourite author whose books you read the most?
Oh, I don’t have one. Why limit yourself? I like a lot of authors equally, but for different reasons. I attribute this to my literature education. I’ve studied Chaucer, Shakespeare, Gothic novels, Victorian, ancient Greek and Roman plays, modern novels… So you see, I couldn’t say one author without branching off into why I like others.

11. Describe yourself in one word.

My nominees: 

Topaz Winters


101 Books

Fictions in Flashes

Oh God, My Wife Is German.

Alecia Writes


My questions:

1. Which do you prefer, TV or movies?

2. Do you have a favourite country?

3. What have you read recently?

4. What drew you to blogging?

5. If you could choose any skill or talent, what would it be?

6. What is your favourite food?

7. Which is better, Apple products or PC?

8. Do you consider yourself an introvert or extrovert?

9. Do you believe in fate or coincidence?

10. How many languages do you speak?

11. What is your favourite genre – books, movies or music?

All By Myself

I don’t believe in having a best friend.

I probably did, in my younger years, but I’ve since decided not to. This is partly because the best-friend thing was problematic in high school; my group sort of alternated at will. 

More than this though, is that I dislike holding one person in higher regard than others. In my mind, if you do this and you lose their friendship, you feel it more keenly. This is not to mention that if you do have a best friend, this opens up all kinds of pathways for plaintive questions about who you like better or why. This is my high school experience speaking and I didn’t make many friends at university.

There’s also ‘best’ as a superlative. Good, better, best. Say you and your best friend drift apart, can there be a substitute? Does it mean you’ll never have another friend as close, but someone who can try? And if so, what does that mean for the friendship with the Non-Best Friend? Will you be comparing the two people, thinking on who is better and why?

Instead, I prefer a few equally close people. It’s more stable that way.