Insomiacs don’t have any idealistic fantasies.Dreams only happen when you sleep.
Category: Competition
Competition
Dont look back
the suicidal girl straddled the rail, but i caught her eye, and it was only what i can explain as love at first sight.
She slipped.
we all remember
His hand inched slowly to hers. Though the lack of sobriety was clearly evident,they were young and mistakes needed to be made.
The Shipwrecked
Hot, sunburned, hungry beyond anything he had ever know before, the Captain slits his friend’s throat.
“Sorry, Mate, but after 44 days on this cursed island, the only thing left to eat is you.”
Fear
She took an elongated deep breath, blinking her eyes closed and then open at the end of the breath. She needed courage, she needed confidence; just enough to stamp her boot over the top of the spider crawling up her loungeroom wall.
Tape
After a wonderful first date with Brad, Gloria comes home elated. “I think he’s someone I can be myself with,” she whispers aloud, carefully peeling away the tape holding her penis in place.
Revenge
Of all the men she could have or should have married, she had to pick the most venal, corrupt, two-timing, charming rascal that ever drew breath.
When the police asked her why she did it, she replied, “Not for God or country, womanhood or honor, rather, for the pure visceral satisfaction of chopping his beautiful body into pieces.”
Life
Over a long period of time I slowly, and much later than the others, realized that the world is not a perfect place and that life is full of suffering. Ever since Ive been walking lighter and talking quieter.
The Drop
“You and your ethics, you can’t do it,” the Joker gurgled as he dangled over the side of the building.
“Fuck ethics,” Batman finally decided, and he let go.
Second weekly winner!
Hurro!
The second weekly winning is “Wings” by Laurie Meekis. Prize of $50 AUD. Go buy a pony. A very small pony. Perhaps to carry your keys on a collar around its neck.
Why I love “Wings”
The first sentence is so very formal and serious. This is an important ceremony! Then the second sentence reminds us that every ceremony we take part in was created by us – and maybe aren’t as formal as we pretend they are. I like it because it reminds us that even those of high-status in our society are people as well. I also like it because of the joking reference to sex in the midst of a very formal ceremony. Sex is entwined intimately with our experiences and an integral part.
Finally – I like it because I can imagine it so very clearly, the breaking wave of laughter, the stories that come from it. Based on a real life story it also has lived probably a thousand times in telling and retelling. Much fun.
Again it was hard
Another week and even more entries that I thought were simply fantastic (and which have moved up to the top of the ratings). Yes it was hard to choose a winner but please, don’t make it easy for me. Keep going!
Two weeks left
One more week and another whopping $50 AUD prize awarded! Then a week later I’ll be awarding the first ($150), second ($100) and third ($50) prizes.
Thank you all again for entering – I’ve been very much enjoying it and also enjoying following links back to sites to read your other writing.
cheers,
Mat
Third Person.
Gina had the stroke last year and lost total use of her left side. As I drink myself to sleep, it humors me that we both could use a little help getting to the can.
Shakespeare Al Fresco
The spellbinding and heart-wrenching tale of Romeo and Juliet can be summed up in a mere few words; they came, they shagged, they died. In this, they were like every other human couple who joined biological forces, except that the title pair were in such a toxic rush.
Whoops
I had to write a two sentence story for Creative Writing. Turns out I’m not that creative.
“The Chameleon”
I am “The Chameleon”; no I’m not some superhero who can change the colour of their skin to suit the environment nor am I that weird lizard-like creature which can do the same thing.
I am the spy who can blend in with a crowd and be seen but not seen, I am the person who can melt into walls and disappear; I am the person who can slip down dark alleys never to be seen again and this is why I have earned the name “The Chameleon”.
Reality
Reality is a straight line fullof truth and what there is, never changing, just a ladder whereas belief is a curved line bending aroung what we know.
This is where we get adventure.
This Is My Dream
The two brothers fought valiantly with their swords against a foe that outnumbered them tremendously, but now it was becoming apparent to the younger one that the enemy was gaining ground as they grew weary. Noticing his brother’s obvious concern and fatigue, big brother looked over smiling and said, “Don’t worry bro, this is my dream and we’re gonna win!”
It’s not you, it’s me
He thought of all the possible reasons to stay: the sex, her ability to just quietly listen when he had to pour out his heart, her timeless smile, her soft, pliant body, the sex, the way she was always there for him, the sex…
“Look, we’ve had some fun times, and you’re great and everything, but I’ve met someone real,” he said to the blow-up doll.
Drifted Passage
She held my hand and took me there, to her city in the sky, with its long twisting streets paved with heavy shadows that’d stick to the souls of your feet and leave echoing footsteps of flickering silhouettes.
I got lost up there, winding through the back alleys of her city where rainforests climbed up the sides of glass-walled skyscrapers, and deep canyons were lined with mass-transit trains built from the smooth golden pieces of great ancient clocks, gears spinning in the dappled sunlight that broken in through the high-voltage power lines and lush canopy of greenery; I got lost, and never returned home again.
Maps
When he checked his spam folder he saw one email that read, I miss you. He moved it to his inbox, but did not open it.
Black Ice Day
What is the man in front doing? Screech, turn, panic, safe.