on stage: flawless cosmetics and a costume carefully curated. it all needs to make a statement, you know. off stage: fans step in, killing you with kindness. they haven't a harsh word to say, ever. (they seem to be overly in awe) and the litany of compliments picks up. gathers speed, creates a chaotic, swirling… Continue reading stage fright
build up a story-tower, weave it into being with words and magic. hold it together with love and hope, chase it up with creation for the sake of it. scrawl across a mirror in lipstick a profession of delight; lift and assemble every piece of masonry yourself. (feel the ache as muscles pull and develop their own… Continue reading power, 1.2 (150)
she studies. at first it's one book, trying to understand how the world works. she'd been told this one book would help in her search for knowledge, but all it does is raise further questions. she ruffles the pages, trying to estimate how many hundred more she should drag her heels through before she finishes… Continue reading comprehension (300)
smooth out each last crease, diligent, warm-smelling, flash back years: child's "best" clothes. === an exercise in futility: perfect, neat, just for a short time. === boldness, in all its different forms: courage of reinforced metals.
you are not half the storyteller you imagine yourself to be. your stories are verbose, unfailingly tedious, formulaic. you drone; bluster and flail. (use one thousand words when a hundred will do) and exaggerate so wildly that every story becomes a saga: wait while i get popcorn and a sprite. (could take a while) drag… Continue reading the storyteller
woven tapestry attached to the hook - tells a hundred tales. thousands of threads overlap; intrinsic, symbiotic. yank them hard enough and then with one quick motion they snap. the story is broken, unravelling, ready to be told anew. the pattern carries on through the decades. stories are told; crafted; torn apart. and every time,… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 15 (snap)
no time for frivolity, she decides, and makes herself solemn. (needlessly so) she works hard, too hard, and comes home worn out. every day is sensible, responsible, doing all she thinks she should. one day she discovers a new interest. ferociously interested from the start, she works at it. when things go right, she giggles.
the newspaper is dropped at the doormat. - the person, gone before there's time to cross the hall. withdrawn - brought inside, headlines skimmed. (easier to just access and read online) shoved aside - balancing a wobbly table leg; strewn under an easel; keeping boots standing upright. no time to slow down, read over coffee.… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 11 (newspaper)
i have misplaced myself. have you seen me around somewhere? i am the shadowy figure you think you hallucinate. (mainly on a darkened evening; tea poured, the light has nothing better to do than trick you) yes, that's me - the lost wanderer skimming through cobbled rainy streets before you get the chance to remember… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 10 (misplaced)
she palms the stack of green paper, freshly spit out of the ATM. counts it once, twice - all as should be and returns to the office. (it doesn't feel as heavy in her bag as expected) she gets back and works longer days - one hour, two hours. it makes no difference to her.… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 9 (green)