Her Name Was Elle – Dead Deer

Her Name Was Elle

I saw her, she fell.
An elegant ankle, turned
Black skirt, black tights, black shoes.
Standing there, I too fell.
Her name was Elle.

I rushed, where she fell,
She whimpered, I asked,
You hurt? You need? You want?
Helping there, I too fell.
Her name was Elle.
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Today I wrote  between 11:35 and 11:45.  I was prompted by an idea here.

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Dynamics of Destined Duos – Dead Deer

Dynamics of Destined Duos

There is no beginning; there is no end.

A start, of course, there must be, even if it is not the beginning. And at the start there was (is?) a body. Not just any body. The sacred body of a nobody. But before we start at this ending, we need to drop yet further back; I am, you see, determined to take a linear approach to this.

So further back, to before the body was a body, we go. Not to when it was a living, moving, individual, but further back, before it was even this. The atoms were around, just not in this configuration.

So this take us to two bodies. Their attraction so strong it is able to conjure up, out of nothing, yet more bodies. Not a skill to be sniffed at, you’d think, yet, hardly a head is turned at these events.

All around the globe there are duos dancing this amazing creation, and all around the globe are long existant atoms forging together to create the wonderous, multiple, ordinary, uniqueness that is life, and all over the globe are these being shattered, torn apart and once more returned to the universe, to form yet new entities, sentient or non-sentient.

Which brings us back to our body. The miracle of millions of years of refining, a perfect, complex object capable of extraordinary feats, both every-day wonders and one-off breakthroughs. Truly inspiring and astounding.

The dynamics of the duo are required to bring this all together, but only one, oneself, required to expire.

The Stop (but not The End)

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Today I wrote  between 15:56 and 16:06.  I was prompted by an idea here.

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Uneasy Eggplant Episodes – The Writeycorn

Uneasy Eggplant Episodes

Dear Reader,

I am here to warn you about a thing called the cowplant. Most people mistake this curious plant for an eggplant, because you see, when you first plant a cowplant it looks like a eggplant seed and after a few weeks it even looks like one, but then if you leave it alone for 5 months, it grows enormous and goes white and spotty then eats you. The first thing to be eaten by it was the Hemulen who was at the time looking for mysterious plants and fell upon it and the cowplant thought “ohh what a tasty meal” and in one gulp swallowed him whole. Now you know why you should never eat eggplant or if anyone in your neighbourhood plants an eggplant move away. Thank you for your attention.

The Writeycorn

Today I wrote between 13:58 and 14:08 inspired by a prompt and idea here

Uneasy Aubergine Episodes – Dead Deer

Uneasy Aubergine Episodes

In fact, the ground did open up and swallow me.

It was all a misunderstanding, see? I did not mean it like that and of course I was mortified. I would like to say ‘I don’t know who was more embarrassed’, but I do. It was me. He seemed to enjoy it, which was, of course, worse. What an awful situation to be in, with him being my boss, effectively, and all.

I do not even know how I came to be running such an absurd errand in the first place. I’m actually on the creative side, but there was this big launch, see? Lots of the Big Nobs from the States were over, and of course he was desperate that it went well. Nothing he loved more than rubbing shoulders with the high and mighty from his homeland.

Oh yes, he’s a yank alright. That is where trouble began. I was pretty angry that he asked me to run to the shops to get some stuff to serve, but the it was ‘all hands on decks’, as it were, and he himself was sweeping and mopping the board-room, so I could not really complain, could I?

Why the fuck is it an ‘eggplant’ anyway? It makes no bloody sense. I did not bother checking the list until I was there, everything else was quite straightforward. I was not quite sure about that. I had no idea what on Earth how he planned to prepare or serve it at such short notice, so I thought maybe I had misunderstood. I sent a text to check.

To avoid any further problems I simply sent an icon, an emoji, with a question mark. A long pause before a reply, and it was a reply that frankly startled me. I had no idea. Once I discovered what it all meant I nearly died, and longed for the ground to open up and swallow me.

Which it did. He still texts, lurid and awful texts. But I’m not coming out. Not ever.

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Today I wrote  between 13:58 and 14:08.  I was prompted by an idea here.

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Illuminating Illustrations – Dead Deer

Illuminating Illustrations

Illuminating rides through the shadows,

Flicking in and out of the sharp light

The unsettling dark, brought to fore

meadowfuls of fundamental insight.

 

Cranial cavity holds more than is able,

pulsing, aching with overflowing urtications,

unsoothed, still, yet, still – less stable,

filled, full, flowed-over with cicatrix illustrations

 

 

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Today I wrote  between 23:38 and 23:48.  I was prompted by an idea here.

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Choices or Chances – The Writeycorn

Choices or Chances?

Most movies have a big choice but there’s always chances woven into them, like if you had to choose from two different paths, one of them you think is going to be right but most of the time they are both wrong because in the last fork you chose the wrong road so from then on you are always going to be wrong that’s real life but there’s always a slim chance that you’ll choose the right road.  In movies, if you make one mistake and choose the wrong road the next road he or she chooses will be right e.g. in Labyrinth she (spoiler alert) chose the wrong road but she still beats the goblin king and gets her brother back which annoys me a lot. 

Good luck with the chances you take today, and the choices you make.

Today I wrote between 08:50 and 09:00 inspired by a prompt and idea here

Choices or Chances? – Dead Deer

Choices or Chances?

Slowly, as the mellow blurry mist faded, the existential awareness began to sharpen for Jake. The faint, calm, but persistent alarm seeped into his mind, building layers of understanding. The daily renewal had started. Sentient. Human. Bed. Sleep. Day. Jake was back.

Fitfully willing the first movements, as a bobsleigh team does, back, forth, back, forth, and then off! He swings his legs down and sighs heavily as the feet hit the cold floor. Is the day full of promise, or is it full of obstacles, disappointments? Scratching lazily his head, almost like pushing a button, his mind starts to whirl.

A day full of choices.

Every choice a compromise, every decision shaving something away from his life. Not choices he seeks or desires. HIs heart sinks as he stands, his eyes avoid the bathroom mirror. At this hour everything is automatic, the coffee appears in his hand magically, his own being not recalling the responsibility it has in its arrival.

Outside, though, the sun is peeking up. The coffee is strong and uplifting. Jake sits, with eyes closed again, and his mind empties. A sweet emptiness also erupts around his heart. Maybe, just maybe this is optimism. This day, these choices, maybe, just maybe, they could be opportunities, he lies to his own clear mind. Jake allows the thoughts back in, one at a time, carefully, building a delicate layered understanding of what he has to do, and how it could be alright. Perhaps. He knows, truly knows, it won’t be. But he has to survive.

Today, at least.

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Today I wrote  between 08:48 and 09:00.  I was prompted by an idea here.

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