This short came about via Thumbup posting about ‘Petrichor’, which is a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather. This is a slight divergence from the recent trilogy that began from Souldier Girl’s image and poem, and which unleashed Unlocked on an unsuspecting and largely oblivious public. This one is more metaphysical and comes with a warning:
The idea for that came from painkills2. https://painkills2.wordpress.com
She likes to write about really distressing stuff that I can’t bring myself to read much but which mostly needs to be written. Others might find their names slightly modified, as referential characters.
He’s a freaked-out 6-year old who likes to be called Sabrina. *sigh* It’s complicated. Added to that, he’s been pestering me for years to get him breast implants, a tutu, and stilettos. I told you it was complicated. To humour him, I told him he could have pocket money and save up for the implants but he’s an impatient little shit so as soon as he had the money for one implant he had ‘the job’ done. Now he’s saving for the other one.
Shitsuren sākuru 失恋サークル (Heartbreak Circle).
With a deep and heartfelt bow of reverence to:
- Star Trek’s ‘Kobayashi Maru’ コバヤシマル (Kobayashi’s Circle),
- John Donne (For Whom The Bell Tolls),
- William Henley (Invictus), and especially to
- Ada Ireland (Break My Heart Thoroughly), here’s a bittersweet love story.
That’s what this blog was founded on. Bollywood meets Armageddon.
Sure, I bugger about and trip over cables, but here in the safety of my own home, where I have solid relationships with a gerbil and a freaked-out Inner Child named Sabrina, I read more than I write. In finding stuff I like reading I hunt through bookstores and second hand shops, but I also do what you do.
Unspeakable things to myself. Ahem. Read other blogs. There are gold and diamond mines out there. I’m finding them, one blog at a time.
So, it’s always been a trait of mine that I invite guest writers to post their stuff on my page. That’s where the Bollywood big dance productions come in. Sometimes, it also involves out of control fireworks. I don’t edit what those guests write and I don’t dump their stuff unless it goes a step or fifty too far into describing genuine atrocities: harm against children, sex trade stuff; the kinds of things we should all be horrified by.
So now, Ada Ireland http://unashamedwriting.com and Bob the Wordless https://simplyterriblewriter.wordpress.com are invited Authors. They can publish directly and, being complete lunatics, they’ll probably wait until I’ve passed out from fatigue.
I hope you enjoy their stuff as much as I’m completely freaked out by it. Just like the stories in my head, this blog has multiple voices.
s of this blog will know that yesterday Ada Ireland posted a great little story called ‘Miss Boring Died Today’.
I f you haven’t already done so, read that first, or this story won’t make sense to you. ‘Looking For Jane’ was just a bit of fun I had while Miss Ireland was racking up 20 years of much-needed beauty sleep overnight. She likes surprises, so I very thoughtfully sent her one. This.
To be fair and honest, there are a few disclaimers.
The ‘statistical’ stuff was googled one sleepless night a year ago.
The silly names were inspired by a Rowan Atkinson skit he performed decades ago.
The Latin and translations came directly from Handy Latin Phrases.
The motivation was provided by my friend, and hopefully now yours, Ada Ireland of http://unashamedwriting.com
Please visit her and leave a comment. She lives for them. And I’m the only one who ever comments over there so, strangely, she lives for me, if you see what I mean. 🙂
My friend and colleague, Ada Ireland, posted this short story to her blog today. Seeing as my blog has so many visitors 😀 I thought I’d get the word out.
PS. Because a Post Script is also a Power Statement.