I’ll update this post with new stories throughout the day. But be warned, some of them might be a lot less polished than my usual work. Continue reading
Drifting on the crest,
Trapped between darkness and light.
Is the sun rising?
Wildly optimistic predictions:
You will live long and enjoy life.
You will soon witness a miracle.
If your cookie still in one piece, buy lotto; lucky numbers: 4, 12, 24, 30, 40, 44
Good beginning is half done.
Life to you is a bold and dashing responsibility.
In evrything there is a piece of truth.But a piece.
Passive-aggressive self-help claptrap:
Stop thinking about the road not taken and pave over the one you did.
The harder the fall, the higher the bounce.
Your life will prosper only if you acknowledge your faults and work to reduce them.
What is it with doors?
You can open doors with your charm and patience.
Jealousy doesn’t open doors, it closes them!
Patience is a key to joy.
Nonsense lines that only sound deep (but aren’t):
True wisdom is found in happiness.
A short pencil is usually better than a long memory any day.
A ship in harbour is safe, but that’s not why ships are built.
Never spit against the wind.
Remember the fate of the early Worm.
Ignore previous cookie.
(written for NaPoWriMo, day 13: a poem inspired by fortune cookies. All supposed words of wisdom as found on Fortune Cookie Message (including typos and grammatical errors).)
no point questioning
orders – that’s
the beauty of them
Six isn’t a name,
yet it’s the only one
she’s been called.
I soak up the tears so your pillow won’t get wet. Every night you say you won’t fall asleep; you always do. Because I’m here to restore some of the comfort the muffled voices drifting up from downstairs have taken from you.
I don’t understand the words. I don’t need to. I know they make you scared and my job is to make you feel safe and secure. The louder they shout, the more you need me.
You rescued me when they wanted to throw me out. I may look old and threadbare, but you know what I’m capable of.
Are first anniversaries more significant than the following ones?
In a way, yes. During the first year, you don’t know what you’re doing. You’re learning all the time. You find out which of your expectations are on the money (not all that many) and you discover stuff you’d never have imagined. You find out if you can do this.
And maybe the highs seem higher, the lows lower in this first year-long roller coaster ride?
From now on, you’ve been there before. You have a history. You’re not the rookie anymore.
Look like you know what you’re doing, will you?
The video is so pixelated it’s impossible to tell if this is us or not. I know it isn’t. Fake me’s voice might fool everyone else, it’s not fooling me.
Like everybody, I loathe the sound of my own voice. I hate film premieres when I’m forced to sit through my latest blockbuster and pretend I enjoy it.
Whoever’s behind the tape, they know about the affair. Still, these are actors playing other actors in a sterile hotel room. They’re not us. Her voice doesn’t grate on me like my own does.
I smile at the journo.
‘It’s a fake.’
This is one of these stories I suspect may be too long to fit into 100 words. What do you think?
Like a clean slate, it seems full of new beginnings and endless possibilities. You might use your gym membership, drink less, start a company and take charge of your fate. Or something else you haven’t foreseen.
You sit down with a blank sheet of paper and pick up a pen that’s been waiting to be used for so long, it dried up in the meantime. Remember the last time you sat here, brimming with ideas for the new you? In between then and late January, you ditched the lot.
How about you deem the old you good enough this year?
You hear the word freedom bandied about
in politicians’ speeches, newspaper columns
and on social media by nobodies who
think because the platforms are there they ought
to use them to spout opinions best kept under wraps.
Wars in the name of
Surveillance in the name of
Hate speech in the name of
Bullying in the name of
Day in day out, professional and amateur morons alike do
the bad guys’ work for them in the name of freedom.
Because what is done in the name of freedom
must, by definition, be the right thing.
Newspeak at its best.
I’m sure I’ve said this before: Dystopia is my default setting. You’ll never get something upbeat out of me when you throw ‘freedom’ at me.