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faintdreams at 05:08pm on 02/04/2018 under campnano, fiction-excerpt, scans. oldwriting, writing
faintdreams at 05:08pm on 02/04/2018 under campnano, fiction-excerpt, scans. oldwriting, writingToday is just a collection of some random fictions / drabbles / excerpts that never really went anywhere.
Drabbles and bits:
Untitled not-quite Drabble-thing #1 July 2010
The days had long since bled into each other, but she knew she was running out of time.
Low supplies, an almost persistent gnawing thirst, and no map, meant she was either running in circles or close enough that one more day and she would reach sanctuary.
Her biggest barrier? The Guardians between her and the Sleepers wall. Higher than she had ever seen, but no less dangerous in their sunset state.
She decided to run, The Guardians should spot her as a non-sleeper and rescue her. If no rescue, well there were worse things than dying of dehydration.
---
Untitled not-quite Drabble - thing #2 Date Unknown
The night before the the eclipse the world was normal, and we all took it for granted.
The morning after we didn't remember what normal was.
It only seems to affect personal information.
I can write, and don't struggle with pen and paper, but am entirely not sure if this is where I live. It's merely where I woke up. My mobile keeps ringing but as I don't know the unlock code I'm unable to answer it, at least I assume it's mine.
A little girl wandered in recently and hugged me. Around 4 or 5 she says I might be her Daddy and I wish I knew if that were true.
It might not be so bad if people hadn't become so used to password locking nearly every gadget, and padlocking nearly everything else.
We lost our collective memory, and now everyone has to figure out how to reinvent themselves, without access to any of the keys.
---
The Misunderstanding
It wasn’t what she thought it was.
Well, it was what she thought it was, but not what it looked like.
Well, actually, it was exactly what it looked like, but not for the reasons she thought.
Uhm.. perhaps I should start at the beginning.
Jayne was a whirlwind personality. Everything about her was a force of nature, She was breathtakingly unique and subverted every assumption everyone ever made about her. Even her name, which should have been so conventional, was spelt in a way which made her stand out.
If a movie were ever made of my life I would be depicted as meeting Jayne in a some painfully meterosexual nightclub. Somewhere so head - splittingly on the cusp of the ‘now’ that it had to close for one week in every five for complete refurbishment.
The truth, as it normally is, was much more mundane than that. It all started with a carton of a dozen eggs.
Hating Ringtones: August 2008
Jeanine hated novelty ring-tones at the best of times. This one had been ringing for around fifteen minutes. It was slowly driving her to breaking point
“I hate novelty ring tones.”
“Wha?” Elise dislodged the white ear-bud from her right ear and continued to apply nail varnish with a practised flourish.
“What are you on About?”
“That phone! It’s been ringing on and off for at least fifteen minutes. Someone must have left it in the toilet”
“I can’t hear nuffink”. The company Elise was temping for had gone into receivership. As a result she mostly had to buzz in the odd auditor. Her desk phone never rang.
“If it bothers you that much go and find it. Give it into lost property. Make it their problem.” Shrugging, she replaced her ear-bud.
Jeanine put her desk phone into standby mode and sauntered off towards the toilets. After the first two cubicles proved empty, Jeanine opened the final cubicle door to find squirming on the closed toilet lid the smallest, pinkest, loudest, and worryingly the most naked baby she’d ever seen.
Shocked, she scampered backwards, causing the flimsy hinged on the cubicle door to give way dropping her with a bone jarring crunch onto the bathroom floor.
The baby, unheeded, continued to wail.
Drabbles and bits:
Untitled not-quite Drabble-thing #1 July 2010
The days had long since bled into each other, but she knew she was running out of time.
Low supplies, an almost persistent gnawing thirst, and no map, meant she was either running in circles or close enough that one more day and she would reach sanctuary.
Her biggest barrier? The Guardians between her and the Sleepers wall. Higher than she had ever seen, but no less dangerous in their sunset state.
She decided to run, The Guardians should spot her as a non-sleeper and rescue her. If no rescue, well there were worse things than dying of dehydration.
---
Untitled not-quite Drabble - thing #2 Date Unknown
The night before the the eclipse the world was normal, and we all took it for granted.
The morning after we didn't remember what normal was.
It only seems to affect personal information.
I can write, and don't struggle with pen and paper, but am entirely not sure if this is where I live. It's merely where I woke up. My mobile keeps ringing but as I don't know the unlock code I'm unable to answer it, at least I assume it's mine.
A little girl wandered in recently and hugged me. Around 4 or 5 she says I might be her Daddy and I wish I knew if that were true.
It might not be so bad if people hadn't become so used to password locking nearly every gadget, and padlocking nearly everything else.
We lost our collective memory, and now everyone has to figure out how to reinvent themselves, without access to any of the keys.
---
The Misunderstanding
It wasn’t what she thought it was.
Well, it was what she thought it was, but not what it looked like.
Well, actually, it was exactly what it looked like, but not for the reasons she thought.
Uhm.. perhaps I should start at the beginning.
Jayne was a whirlwind personality. Everything about her was a force of nature, She was breathtakingly unique and subverted every assumption everyone ever made about her. Even her name, which should have been so conventional, was spelt in a way which made her stand out.
If a movie were ever made of my life I would be depicted as meeting Jayne in a some painfully meterosexual nightclub. Somewhere so head - splittingly on the cusp of the ‘now’ that it had to close for one week in every five for complete refurbishment.
The truth, as it normally is, was much more mundane than that. It all started with a carton of a dozen eggs.
Hating Ringtones: August 2008
Jeanine hated novelty ring-tones at the best of times. This one had been ringing for around fifteen minutes. It was slowly driving her to breaking point
“I hate novelty ring tones.”
“Wha?” Elise dislodged the white ear-bud from her right ear and continued to apply nail varnish with a practised flourish.
“What are you on About?”
“That phone! It’s been ringing on and off for at least fifteen minutes. Someone must have left it in the toilet”
“I can’t hear nuffink”. The company Elise was temping for had gone into receivership. As a result she mostly had to buzz in the odd auditor. Her desk phone never rang.
“If it bothers you that much go and find it. Give it into lost property. Make it their problem.” Shrugging, she replaced her ear-bud.
Jeanine put her desk phone into standby mode and sauntered off towards the toilets. After the first two cubicles proved empty, Jeanine opened the final cubicle door to find squirming on the closed toilet lid the smallest, pinkest, loudest, and worryingly the most naked baby she’d ever seen.
Shocked, she scampered backwards, causing the flimsy hinged on the cubicle door to give way dropping her with a bone jarring crunch onto the bathroom floor.
The baby, unheeded, continued to wail.
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