WritersBeat.com
 

Go Back   WritersBeat.com > General Discussion > Writers' Cafe

Writers' Cafe Get a drink, sit down to relax, and chit-chat with other writers.


oh how I hate editing posts, so share with me then

Reply
 
Thread Tools
  #5761  
Old 07-06-2017, 04:42 PM
Grace Gabriel's Avatar
Grace Gabriel (Offline)
Always Online
Official Member
 
Join Date: Apr 2011
Posts: 2,129
Thanks: 1,755
Thanks 932
Default


So. Fast approaching 2.00 am then. Less than two hours before the birds lift their beaks to serenade another dawn. A sultry night - the sky flickering with distant lightning like a fluorescent strip in the throes of dying. Grace was padding about the house, pausing in front of open doors and windows, sipping a gin and tonic. She skipped lightly up the staircase for yet another bedroom patrol. Little Man was finally back off to sleep again -skin glistening like glazed pastry - a torch spotlighting tiny stalacmites in his ear canal. His book, as always, stuck to his cheek. Grace moved the post-lights-out contraband and rolled him into the cooler terrain of virgin cotton. She raked his damp hair from his forehead with her fingertips and ruffled the top sheet like a ballerina's tutu around his waist. Grace reversed out carefully with a handful of discarded clothes tucked under her arm - ice cubes clinking in her glass. The house was in darkness apart from a glowing white oblong on her desk and a candle on the coffee table. Anything else would generate more unwanted heat. The silence was unnatural. The usual owl hoots, bat squeaks and rasping fox calls were silenced by oppressive velvet blackness that crackled with voltage and smothered the valley with the gloved hand of a murderer. Grace sat down at her desk and rattled on the keyboard in search of music. The first few strums of John Denver's guitar was accompanied by a deep roll of thunder and the room and hillside lit up like a service station forecourt. So Grace ended her post, turned the volume up on the speaker, and sat back to watch the greatest show on earth - raising her gin and tonic to the beauty of it all.

https://youtu.be/vJzcpUKKxzM

__________________
GRACE GABRIEL

Last edited by Grace Gabriel; 07-06-2017 at 07:13 PM..
Reply With Quote
The Following User Says Thank You to Grace Gabriel For This Useful Post:
fleamailman (07-14-2017)
  #5762  
Old 07-06-2017, 05:13 PM
brianpatrick's Avatar
brianpatrick (Online)
Verbosity Pales
Official Member
 
Join Date: Sep 2014
Location: Arizona
Posts: 3,609
Thanks: 342
Thanks 778
Default

Ah, lovely. I love John Denver. Yeah, I know, not cool butó

Hey, when can we read a bit of the Jesus story? I'm stoked as fuck for that.
Reply With Quote
The Following User Says Thank You to brianpatrick For This Useful Post:
fleamailman (07-14-2017)
  #5763  
Old 07-14-2017, 04:50 AM
fleamailman's Avatar
fleamailman (Offline)
Samuel Johnson, obviously!
Official Member
 
Join Date: Apr 2011
Posts: 6,092
Thanks: 2,216
Thanks 3,660
Default

repost from elsewhere,

and with that the goblin wrote out aloud his defiance, or at least that was what it sounded like inside to him, where work had drained him for his pains, no not just today but all throughout the summer it seemed, saying "...sorry slot, just too much too many and too often too, ah no, nothing is ever owed here between us really, but now I'm angry at dailylife for its theft...", it felt good to write again, so selfish even, while the slot just smiled back knowing that goblin could never ever really be normal like those who didn't have some pact with a muse were, smiling "...naah, nothing ever changes does it goblin, it's just you or that dailylife there, where you have to live your life though your pen lest your life lives you through its concerns, simply you stopped to learn you can't stop, well isn't that a lesson in itself there...", but the goblin still felt deeply the anguish of his loss though


xxxx 5762 370309

Last edited by fleamailman; 07-17-2017 at 02:14 AM..
Reply With Quote
The Following 3 Users Say Thank You to fleamailman For This Useful Post:
BEnzo (07-27-2017), Grace Gabriel (07-14-2017), Prodigalson (07-16-2017)
  #5764  
Old 07-17-2017, 01:28 AM
fleamailman's Avatar
fleamailman (Offline)
Samuel Johnson, obviously!
Official Member
 
Join Date: Apr 2011
Posts: 6,092
Thanks: 2,216
Thanks 3,660
Default

repost from elsewhere, usual type stuff

and with that the goblin just felt his past returned again as he thought back upon the times before, they were before his father's death of course, his disappointment at his ingenerosity at the end, but what of it, the goblin had moved as it were, or not where it returned to him, whereupon the goblin went "...nice to hear your voice in my head again, where I do hope things are better for you now...", in fact, the goblin was in the middle of the busy season, not that he wrote anything worth reading within this whirlwind of endless work work work, no it was more just the fact that he still kept at it in spite of it, writing he meant, then adding "...personally though I don't know which is worse now, being betrayed or not having much expectation to begin with, I mean I'm glad it turned out to be trump then, seeing the evil advocated by those who were rallied against him, yet he doesn't seem to bring things to a close, instead the spectre of accidental global war remains so constant in its continuation...", simply the goblin hated the mainstream media for its obvious agenda, yet he had to follow the news to foretell its outcome but the media spin span his head and made him so sick of it


Last edited by fleamailman; 07-17-2017 at 02:16 AM..
Reply With Quote
The Following User Says Thank You to fleamailman For This Useful Post:
BEnzo (07-27-2017)
  #5765  
Old 07-17-2017, 02:07 AM
fleamailman's Avatar
fleamailman (Offline)
Samuel Johnson, obviously!
Official Member
 
Join Date: Apr 2011
Posts: 6,092
Thanks: 2,216
Thanks 3,660
Default

repost from elsewhere

"...yesterday's table conversation had been my wife relating about how one of her friends whose father upon seeing that it was terminal cancer had terminated things in a family do..." explained the goblin continuing "...simply he had called the family together one last time, and then amongst them all he had drunk the big sleep potion...", where of course what crossed the goblin's mind was what he would do had it been him there, sighing "...naah, I try not to think about it, but I doubt I could call my close family together like that, I mean I tried so hard not to show my children their grandmother when she was not herself, and thus when I'm not myself, for I would not do it otherwise, I doubt that I would want them to see as I am but more I would them to remember me as to what I was before...", it was just another one of those things that passes through one's orbit causing one to look up at the sky once more then back to whatever one was doing before


xxxx 5764 370884

Last edited by fleamailman; 07-17-2017 at 02:24 AM..
Reply With Quote
The Following User Says Thank You to fleamailman For This Useful Post:
Grace Gabriel (07-17-2017)
  #5766  
Old 07-17-2017, 04:47 AM
Grace Gabriel's Avatar
Grace Gabriel (Offline)
Always Online
Official Member
 
Join Date: Apr 2011
Posts: 2,129
Thanks: 1,755
Thanks 932
Default

So. Monday afternoon then, with the temperature ever-climbing. Grace shed her layers of business chic the minute she'd donkey-kicked the front door shut. Her high heels were launched down the corridor with two swift Jackie Chan kicks. She savagely wound her hair to a fat corkscrew and skewered her mane on top of her head with the plastic bulldog clip that Little Man affectionately refers to as "The Jaws Of Death". She pulled on a long white vest conveniently draped on the armchair - it could pass as a dress as long as she didn't sit down. Grace flung herself into her favourite chair and swivelled so her legs hung over the arm - forcing the flow of blood away from her hot, pulsating toes that all exhibited the glow factor of E.T's dialling finger. A quiet hour lay ahead of her before Little Man's home-coming and the house would once again start echoing with banging doors, thundering feet and a constant stream of random and theatrically-animated consciousness. Grace weighed up the distance to the kitchen to put the kettle on - and decided against it. She set the alarm on her watch and snuggled back into the cool, cotton cushions for a power nap. The house wrapped its welcome around her as the kitchen radio softly played Armstrong's "Balcony Scene". Grace closed her eyes, breathed in the smell of home and effortlessly shed her day like a reptile easing out of it's cast-off skin.

https://youtu.be/Je3KyWWW8pA.
__________________
GRACE GABRIEL

Last edited by Grace Gabriel; 07-17-2017 at 05:02 AM..
Reply With Quote
The Following 2 Users Say Thank You to Grace Gabriel For This Useful Post:
fleamailman (07-22-2017), Prodigalson (07-17-2017)
  #5767  
Old 07-17-2017, 05:07 AM
Grace Gabriel's Avatar
Grace Gabriel (Offline)
Always Online
Official Member
 
Join Date: Apr 2011
Posts: 2,129
Thanks: 1,755
Thanks 932
Default

Originally Posted by brianpatrick View Post
Ah, lovely. I love John Denver. Yeah, I know, not cool but—

Hey, when can we read a bit of the Jesus story? I'm stoked as fuck for that.
Some fairly twisted off-shoots almost ready for your consumption Bri. x
__________________
GRACE GABRIEL
Reply With Quote
  #5768  
Old 07-22-2017, 01:35 AM
fleamailman's Avatar
fleamailman (Offline)
Samuel Johnson, obviously!
Official Member
 
Join Date: Apr 2011
Posts: 6,092
Thanks: 2,216
Thanks 3,660
Default

("...good reads, below explains my absence perhaps..." went the goblin)

repost from elsewhere

the goblin had been caught up in a car accident, no he wasn't hurt though, nor he was the driver, yet being on the motorway it had been shocking, relating "...back to work the very next day as if nothing had happened, but it just reminded now me that it could have been so different...", where the day was warm and sunny, the rain had washed the heat away for a while it seemed but france was still in the grip of those summer holidays where no one bar a lone goblin actually wanted to work rather than be on holiday, sighing "...yes there is something very wrong with me, I just like the stress of work, where work is a dance with either the reward of getting it right or the hell of getting it wrong..."


xxxx 5767 371829
Reply With Quote
The Following 2 Users Say Thank You to fleamailman For This Useful Post:
BEnzo (07-27-2017), Grace Gabriel (07-22-2017)
  #5769  
Old 07-22-2017, 01:39 AM
fleamailman's Avatar
fleamailman (Offline)
Samuel Johnson, obviously!
Official Member
 
Join Date: Apr 2011
Posts: 6,092
Thanks: 2,216
Thanks 3,660
Default

repost from elsewhere

"...too much of a coincidence..." went the goblin explaining "...I mean there must be hundreds of swiss army knives types out there by now, and yet my daughter has just given me the very same knife that my father gave me back then when I was a child, he remarried and that chapter ended there, and no she couldn't have known about it because I rarely bore my family now with my past, ah no seems I do that anonymously on the internet instead then...", the heat of day kind of clouded the goblin's mind with discomfort, continuing "...so now do I keep the penknife in silence or explain my reasons for not keeping it, personally I'd prefer to forget the dead, forgive the dead even, where possible if possible, why, perhaps because if you don't forgive the dead you'll just end up living with them in the past, my choice really, pity I keep choosing though..."


Last edited by fleamailman; 07-22-2017 at 01:57 AM..
Reply With Quote
The Following 2 Users Say Thank You to fleamailman For This Useful Post:
BEnzo (07-27-2017), Grace Gabriel (07-22-2017)
  #5770  
Old 07-22-2017, 07:50 AM
Grace Gabriel's Avatar
Grace Gabriel (Offline)
Always Online
Official Member
 
Join Date: Apr 2011
Posts: 2,129
Thanks: 1,755
Thanks 932
Default

https://youtu.be/yCUm2GthNJs


Saturday then. Somewhere in the afternoon but it felt like morning to Grace. Her body clock and Greenwich Mean had recently parted company due to differences in artistic temperament. Someone had boiled the sky with a black sock and the rain was no more than camel spit on the windows. And Grace hadn't dressed. Only a mild pang of conscience eventually bitch-slapped her into the shower. Little Man was consumed by a construction project that demanded Howard Hughes isolation and a cease fire on vacuuming. Sucked into his own private Narnia, Grace was relieved of parenting and let the Lego corporation take the strain. She drank tea, took her time with the newspapers...slipped off to bed and took comfort in her own dexterity. Did a hundred sit-ups with her toes hooked under the base of the bed and wondered if anything heavier than a plate of ham sandwiches would ever appreciate the tautness of her suspension. Yeah, she figured they'd pull it together and venture out later. A meal and the cinema - Baby Driver looked potentially worth the ticket price. Meantime, she headed for the fridge to forage for breakfast.
__________________
GRACE GABRIEL

Last edited by Grace Gabriel; 07-22-2017 at 07:54 AM..
Reply With Quote
The Following User Says Thank You to Grace Gabriel For This Useful Post:
fleamailman (07-30-2017)
  #5771  
Old 07-22-2017, 05:13 PM
Prodigalson's Avatar
Prodigalson (Offline)
Homer's Odyssey Was Nothing
Moderator
 
Join Date: Nov 2014
Location: Humboldt Co., CA
Posts: 1,997
Thanks: 192
Thanks 348
Default

Or I suppose the goblin could keep the gift in triumph over the ghosts from the past, realizing that there are many coincidences in life, and if we let the past stay with us, we deny ourselves the innocent pleasures of today.

I don't fault you though, flea -- I did the same thing for most of my life, refusing to participate in holiday festivities because of the memories they brought back of holidays ruined by the actions of one long gone...but I'm sure they had no such problem, they enjoyed their holidays, so why shouldn't I? A lifetime of indifference has dampened the joy, though, a shame, when you think about it, that I can't blame them anymore, because it was my choice...
__________________
Mr. Ed said I should use his signature, since he's not anymore. In honor of his good friend Nok, here it is: "As far as smoking a cigar," she said, "I'd not know where to start or how to start." "It's simple," said I, "You light one end and chew on the other and hope to meet in the middle."
To view links or images in signatures your post count must be 10 or greater. You currently have 0 posts.
Reply With Quote
The Following 2 Users Say Thank You to Prodigalson For This Useful Post:
fleamailman (07-24-2017), Grace Gabriel (07-22-2017)
  #5772  
Old 07-22-2017, 05:27 PM
Prodigalson's Avatar
Prodigalson (Offline)
Homer's Odyssey Was Nothing
Moderator
 
Join Date: Nov 2014
Location: Humboldt Co., CA
Posts: 1,997
Thanks: 192
Thanks 348
Default

Ah, and somehow, Grace, your link above led me to Tom Petty and Stevie Nick, then Fleetwood Mac and memories of both wives and how much I denied myself the pleasure of music for so many years, because it reminded me of them...the foolishness of youth is nothing compared to the foolishness of adulthood.
__________________
Mr. Ed said I should use his signature, since he's not anymore. In honor of his good friend Nok, here it is: "As far as smoking a cigar," she said, "I'd not know where to start or how to start." "It's simple," said I, "You light one end and chew on the other and hope to meet in the middle."
To view links or images in signatures your post count must be 10 or greater. You currently have 0 posts.
Reply With Quote
The Following 2 Users Say Thank You to Prodigalson For This Useful Post:
fleamailman (07-24-2017), Grace Gabriel (07-22-2017)
  #5773  
Old 07-24-2017, 04:41 AM
Rob56 (Offline)
Pencil pusher
Official Member
 
Join Date: Jun 2017
Posts: 21
Thanks: 0
Thanked 1 Time in 1 Post
Default

Lovely pieces.
I also don't like editing. I ask them https://edubirdie.ca/pay-for-essays for help since I've been a student.
Reply With Quote
The Following User Says Thank You to Rob56 For This Useful Post:
Grace Gabriel (08-11-2017)
  #5774  
Old 07-24-2017, 06:03 AM
fleamailman's Avatar
fleamailman (Offline)
Samuel Johnson, obviously!
Official Member
 
Join Date: Apr 2011
Posts: 6,092
Thanks: 2,216
Thanks 3,660
Default

("...thanks rob56, but I bet they're all those humans again, so I'd never get into troll school if I used an essay writing app like that..." mentioned the goblin liking the company though then adding "...get it wrong to get it right, truth is most folks know what they want only that they don't know that they no longer want it for being as expected, and thus the goal is to see if one can write that which they didn't know they'd like till they had read it from you...", and with that the goblin just posted his next)

repost from elsewhere, the troll's forum, the "I got banned" thread

at which the goblin showed up and then picked the very first thread that didn't seem to have any topic really, suspecting too that a troll getting banned for being a troll came across as about as surprising as when one finally learns that donald trump is an american, the goblin just borrowed the slot to muse awhile upon how to save a hippo from drowning, as if those trolls ever really cared about their bans, no they loved them in fact, years later and they're still at it, still getting banned for the pains, the goblin just smiled "...don't think that hippo is going to drown for all its lamentations, just it's waving not drowning perhaps..."


Last edited by fleamailman; Yesterday at 01:29 AM..
Reply With Quote
The Following 2 Users Say Thank You to fleamailman For This Useful Post:
BEnzo (07-27-2017), Grace Gabriel (07-24-2017)
  #5775  
Old 07-26-2017, 09:31 PM
chat bot's Avatar
chat bot (Offline)
Heartbreaking Writer of Staggering Genius
Official Member
 
Join Date: Jul 2014
Location: OFF-AIR
Posts: 1,754
Thanks: 6
Thanks 195
Default

holy shit, goblin o' mine! that baby hippo is the cutest of the cute. btw i had a dream about you: this great big penguin and i was eating bread or cakes or something and i ogled you and called you flea bot and you got mad at me for interfering lol. just letting you know ily.
__________________

To view links or images in signatures your post count must be 10 or greater. You currently have 0 posts.
💭
Reply With Quote
The Following 2 Users Say Thank You to chat bot For This Useful Post:
BEnzo (07-27-2017), fleamailman (07-30-2017)
  #5776  
Old 08-04-2017, 01:31 AM
fleamailman's Avatar
fleamailman (Offline)
Samuel Johnson, obviously!
Official Member
 
Join Date: Apr 2011
Posts: 6,092
Thanks: 2,216
Thanks 3,660
Default

(the goblin liked chat bot suspecting that she had never seen a goblin in the flesh though, then explaining "...no it's all very simple really, in that once a penguin can talk its first word would no doubt be "fish" whereas any goblin true to form would wail for "coffee" instead, whereas if the girl at the counter says "what's the magic word" when I ask for my coffee I would guess she meant me to say "shoes" thus causing her to fly at me with the coffee-machine no doubt...")

repost from elsewhere, the "pillow talk" thread

She lay there thinking and the moon was pretty.
the goblin for his part was beat with heat, saying "...ah, yes a moon would be nice yet it would have to wait for nightfall now, till then though there's this smirking sun in its cloudless sky and all those things expected of me too...", not that those things really exerted much energy from him, no he was just there to make sure that certain humans around him understood well their situations, but he moved his mind away from such thoughts, saying instead "...it feels hotter than normal where usually I escape each burning day in geneva by coming to cooler chamonix, yet today it's hot even here then, and I am like some insect that seeks the shade of indoors...", the coffee cup never left his side, and everything the goblin touched seemed to touch stuck to his body, sighing "...there it is then, there in a nutshell, just l live a life I would just as quickly forget given half a chance, where writing about it only reminds me that my happiness is so uninspired as to be little more than getting to the end of my day without mishap perhaps...", a default happy as it were but a happiness all the same, where in the end king log was not to be complained about he guessed


Last edited by fleamailman; 08-11-2017 at 02:16 AM..
Reply With Quote
The Following 2 Users Say Thank You to fleamailman For This Useful Post:
BEnzo (08-16-2017), Grace Gabriel (08-04-2017)
  #5777  
Old 08-04-2017, 02:58 AM
fleamailman's Avatar
fleamailman (Offline)
Samuel Johnson, obviously!
Official Member
 
Join Date: Apr 2011
Posts: 6,092
Thanks: 2,216
Thanks 3,660
Default

repost from elsewhere

the goblin for his part would be here he promised, no what mattered wasn't what he actually wrote, nor how well it would be received neither, no it was ever the action in itself then, sighing "...for you see, if I don't write then my dailylife wins in my place..." where often it was either those pains or those pleasures then that stole his life from him, or merely it was those commitments elsewhere again that ate through his time remaining, sighing "...and how I lose myself so easily within my dailylife and then the next day rolls in above my heads as it were and where later I hating myself in my guilt, and where the price of "a mere post a day" should be one so simple now, so why then can't I pay that price here, why do I find myself looking back upon yet more lost time again...", and just then the goblin was called away, and more and more he seemed a slave to his petty dailylife, concluding "...ah yes, many shades of slavery abound, and some types of slavery just make us seem freer than the others types might, but in truth it only matters while we still care, till then though it just seemed like freedom but wasn't was it..."




Last edited by fleamailman; 08-10-2017 at 02:29 AM..
Reply With Quote
The Following 2 Users Say Thank You to fleamailman For This Useful Post:
BEnzo (08-16-2017), Grace Gabriel (08-06-2017)
  #5778  
Old 08-06-2017, 02:39 AM
fleamailman's Avatar
fleamailman (Offline)
Samuel Johnson, obviously!
Official Member
 
Join Date: Apr 2011
Posts: 6,092
Thanks: 2,216
Thanks 3,660
Default

repost from elsewhere

the goblin too felt he could swim away today, but who ever heard of a goblin that swam then, no he could in fact, not that work would let him though, somehow it was just suffice to be outside geneva now, more was not expected, adding "...either I'm getting old or it's getting hotter still, probably both then but ask me how this all turns out and still I'll say that the ice age comes next, why, because that's just what this planet does each time it overheats...", simply the goblin remembered that the sea grew heavy with the melted ice off the land weighing down upon the seabed that in turn pushed increasingly down on the mantel below it, while conversely the land now without that water upon grows lighter and rises, thus a tectonic awakening commences with yet more volcanoes erupting dumping their muck into the air, muck that has to come down as snow or rain then, and thus the glaciers advance anew and the cold returns with it, no neither nothing new or untoward there, smiling "...look, if you put your foot into a bathtub the bathwater rises equally around your leg there, likewise if the sea follows the rule of your bathtub wouldn't that just mean any localized sealevel rise is due to the land sinking instead of the sealevel rising..." yet that was history for you with scientists trying to go against history again, but maybe they just didn't have enough baths between them, and that one day everyone would note today as being a tectonic awakening prior to an ice age


Last edited by fleamailman; 08-10-2017 at 02:32 AM..
Reply With Quote
The Following 2 Users Say Thank You to fleamailman For This Useful Post:
BEnzo (08-16-2017), Grace Gabriel (08-06-2017)
  #5779  
Old 08-06-2017, 02:57 AM
fleamailman's Avatar
fleamailman (Offline)
Samuel Johnson, obviously!
Official Member
 
Join Date: Apr 2011
Posts: 6,092
Thanks: 2,216
Thanks 3,660
Default

repost form elsewhere, the afterlife thread

"...ah, so you believe but you do not know though, simply to state that you believe in whatever is as to say you don't know truth of it..." smiled the goblin, continuing "...whereas if in your actions were not to seek reward, nor to fear punishment neither, then you can look your maker in the eye and say "this is me by what I have done, I was honest in my actions...", in fact the goblin knew god but didn't know what he knew really, where sure those "believe me please" explanations handed out by those very same authorities whose actions seemed their opposite in practice left the goblin cold, adding "...you know death, yes I dare say we all know that death who lurks in the shadows of this life, yet nobody goes around saying that they actually believe in him that death there, just they know death as something ever so real within their lives, even if they don't know what they know by it...", and with that the goblin didn't want to know about the afterlife neither suspecting too that to know would only cheapen this present in those conjectures, before repeating "...either way then it has to be "no speculation" then, for if there is a god then he forbade you and me from consulting with the dead in their afterlife, whereas if there is no god then there would be no afterlife neither, and as such these pointless speculations about something that isn't doesn't call for any explanation from me..."


Last edited by fleamailman; 08-10-2017 at 02:25 AM..
Reply With Quote
The Following 2 Users Say Thank You to fleamailman For This Useful Post:
BEnzo (08-16-2017), Grace Gabriel (08-06-2017)
  #5780  
Old 08-10-2017, 02:07 AM
fleamailman's Avatar
fleamailman (Offline)
Samuel Johnson, obviously!
Official Member
 
Join Date: Apr 2011
Posts: 6,092
Thanks: 2,216
Thanks 3,660
Default

repost from elsewhere, restarting at Jats's thread

between the busy season and the bad weather the goblin hadn't written much of late, something that he wished to make amends at this point, and for a while at least he hadn't been following the news neither, simply he had been content to let his dailylife run the show while those powers that be behind it he let contend with themselves in their own ways quite unthoughtupon then, the goblin smiled "...naah, a sheep is such not because of how he looks or what he has but but more because he chooses to be preoccupied solely with grazing and lambing, for it takes a lot of effort to be a wolf among those sheep there, where no one ever says "see what your opinions are by writing them out", and where that shepherd for his part wants nothing more than the sum collective of one's fleece along with one's meat too together with your gratitude even, simply I doubt if one can refuse one's lot really but at least one can cast aside one's preoccupation with the interests of those sheep around you now, so in truth the truth itself is not one's happiness here, no it's one's pain perhaps, just "pain to open the eyes" as it were...", and thus with that the empty handed goblin was back to posting here again, yes once more he had awoken form his dailylife and felt that decisive decision within him of "where to now then", whichever direction then but no doubt his pen would just do the rest he felt


Last edited by fleamailman; Yesterday at 03:56 AM..
Reply With Quote
The Following 2 Users Say Thank You to fleamailman For This Useful Post:
BEnzo (08-16-2017), Grace Gabriel (08-10-2017)
  #5781  
Old 08-10-2017, 08:02 PM
Grace Gabriel's Avatar
Grace Gabriel (Offline)
Always Online
Official Member
 
Join Date: Apr 2011
Posts: 2,129
Thanks: 1,755
Thanks 932
Default

So. Almost 5 am on Saturday morning then. Dawn was getting later and the fields were still cloaked in darkness. The morning air had chill enough to bring Grace indoors from her coffee-clutching ramble. She had padded, barefoot along the lane to catch sight of her fox gamboling in the moonlight. A fat, yellow harvest moon made his coat shimmer gold as he zig-zagged across the meadow like a skier executing parallel turns. He stopped briefly and lifted his head, picking up Grace's scent. A discernible wink before he sped off again. "I miss you too" she told him, plunging her hands deep into her cardigan pockets and finding a long-forgotten bar of chocolate. She tiptoed back along the lane, snapping off squares of Galaxy and sucking it until it melted like liquid velvet on her tongue. She ducked as the occasional bat skimmed the top of her head. Still not a streak of light in the sky. Summer was slowly but surely slipping away. Indoors, and glad of the warmth, she flicked on the kettle and stared out of the window. An old, old habit now - but she couldn't sleep until a bird had struck its first note or a few strands of gold lit the horizon. It was as if she was on night patrol, and her vigil couldn't end until daylight chased away the shadows over the fields ...the shadows in her head. It was often a lonely business, being the the self-appointed midwife of the newborn day.
__________________
GRACE GABRIEL

Last edited by Grace Gabriel; 08-10-2017 at 09:14 PM..
Reply With Quote
The Following User Says Thank You to Grace Gabriel For This Useful Post:
fleamailman (08-11-2017)
  #5782  
Old 08-13-2017, 12:55 AM
fleamailman's Avatar
fleamailman (Offline)
Samuel Johnson, obviously!
Official Member
 
Join Date: Apr 2011
Posts: 6,092
Thanks: 2,216
Thanks 3,660
Default

repost from elsewhere, the "I miss nick pierce" thread

as ever the clueless goblin showed up asking "...so do I post on here too then, yes anything to help this forum now, btw nick probably isn't posting now because he's an american, where of late to be an american is a somewhat dubious honour not least because their politics kind of reminds one of one's breakfast choice in peanutbutter...", though to be honest the goblin loved peanutbutter suspecting that humanity wouldn't be the same without some good old american peanutbutter, explaining "...well on the one hand one has that democratic party smooth talking type peanutbutter as portrayed by the likes of bill clinton and barac obama whereas if that is not to your taste then one always that republican party's off the cuff type peanutbutter instead with its totally unexpected crunchy bits within it as portrayed by the likes of george bush junior and donald trump there...", where the goblin didn't mind whichever type of peanutbutter it was then just as long as america kept that peanut butter coming across the airways to inspire his imagination with what he felt had to be america then

Reply With Quote
The Following 2 Users Say Thank You to fleamailman For This Useful Post:
BEnzo (08-16-2017), Grace Gabriel (08-13-2017)
  #5783  
Old 08-16-2017, 05:33 AM
fleamailman's Avatar
fleamailman (Offline)
Samuel Johnson, obviously!
Official Member
 
Join Date: Apr 2011
Posts: 6,092
Thanks: 2,216
Thanks 3,660
Default

repost from elsewhere, chatting with Grace Gabriel on the "how does one overcome writersblock" thread

Originally Posted by Grace Gabriel
Originally Posted by fleamailman
"...often it's just one step at a time isn't it..." proposed the goblin thinking that if one didn't fall under the spell of one own plot then those readers around one wouldn't fall for it neither, whereupon the goblin just smiled relating and repeating points he'd said before then, adding "...when fluid write, when dry edit, when in doubt read aloud...", not that the goblin knew anything about writing books per se, no he just liked poster's posts instead suspecting that most folks didn't want to read so much as they wanted to think up a reply, just they wanted something to go upon, smiling "...well now, are you thinking upon how you would reply to this post, so then can I not tempt you out of the block there a little further...", in fact, the goblin agreed with brianpatrick that one should converse with normal everyday people, stating "...so that's what I'm doing here I guess, only that they're conversing with a goblin, which makes them all highly suspicious in my view...", the post had written itself again
I've been chatting to you for years Flea. That means you're adorable and I'm a nut job.
"...years indeed..." replied the goblin ever here still, ever grateful though, and now thinking upon a younger workmate who had just had a stroke leaving her incapacitated, relating "...it's just that you look after the little man there while me I take care of this old man here, the old man who typed away while fending off his old age, the goblin lifted up his hand to the screen and the old man gave him highfive, somehow that was all it took to bring a smiles to their faces, worlds apart then, different lives too, yet with only one shared goal really, while the slot looking on whispered somewhere in the background anew "...the inner world forms while the outer world crumbles away, yes goblin a livewriter always needs a replyship to be one, but in the end this writing has to be for oneself alone here lest one has missed out on that journey to self that all this posting constitutes, so leave royalties for those writertypes goblin, rapport is our currency now...", yes, years pass, around it goes and still nothing ever seemed to change from that understanding there


xxxxx 5782 377071

Last edited by fleamailman; 08-16-2017 at 05:37 AM..
Reply With Quote
The Following User Says Thank You to fleamailman For This Useful Post:
Grace Gabriel (08-16-2017)
  #5784  
Old Yesterday, 03:23 AM
fleamailman's Avatar
fleamailman (Offline)
Samuel Johnson, obviously!
Official Member
 
Join Date: Apr 2011
Posts: 6,092
Thanks: 2,216
Thanks 3,660
Default

repost from elsewhere, jat's thread

Originally Posted by jats
...and wait for what exactly... and who are you and what do you want as I am very busy...
What do I want? I want morsels from someone else's plate. A different taste. A different view from the window.The smell of someplace else's rain. I want to travel without leaving my chair. Have my curiosity satisfied without asking questions. I want characters that can always be found on the same barstools . I want to be the bystander that sees it all yet shrugs when asked for a statement. I want people in my mind but not in my phonebook. I want to be kind without socail obligation. I want to be the best of me without a face or a motive. I want to listen without having to answer. I want something to read on the days when I have nothing to write. I want to write nothing as if it was something worth reading. I want to make people disappear and re-appear with the click of a mouse. I want to drink coffee and hear the shit your own mother doesn't know. You asked.
the goblin returned, loved Jats's posts for his was a persona evolved from way back into posts that one recognises today as him even without looking at his username, whereupon the goblin turned around and noted the new poster too, waved and then hoped that xxxxx would stay awhile but not so much as some mere witness here, no more as someone on a journey to self in their posts as it were, smiling "...no right way but your way then, just that the whole point is that there is no point really, ah yes no fame nor fortune to be had by writing in one's posts I mean, but then again if there's really no point yet still if one still continues to post on after that then whatever gets written had to be something within your nature to begin with, perhaps being that other you that is latently buried by those concerns of that thief of time, your dailylife...", and then the goblin dipped his hand into to pocket and pulled out a thermos of coffee, undoing the lid he poured some of its black sweet contents into the cup to hand around, toasting aloud "...here be to us now, I'll share with you all I have yet this journey to self is yours alone while it lasts...", for the goblin in his weakness would never actually term it as one's journey to death


xxxxx 5783 377512

Last edited by fleamailman; Yesterday at 04:03 AM..
Reply With Quote
The Following User Says Thank You to fleamailman For This Useful Post:
Grace Gabriel (Yesterday)
  #5785  
Old Yesterday, 04:52 AM
Grace Gabriel's Avatar
Grace Gabriel (Offline)
Always Online
Official Member
 
Join Date: Apr 2011
Posts: 2,129
Thanks: 1,755
Thanks 932
Default

And Grace showed up, gnawing on a miniature Melton Mowbray delicately served with a side salad of Walkers' Cheese and Onion. "This is your sort of weather Flea", she said, spraying crumbs, "temperate with a cool breeze". Grace padded to the foot of the stairs and yelled "FIVE MORE MINUTES!" for the third time. Little Man was absorbed in his own world and clearly had a bedroom full of guests. The voice of Christian Bale's Batman was mid dramatic-exchange with Sheldon Cooper behind the door in a complex dialogue that suggested The Dark Knight was being educated on the subject of dark matter. "Why...so...seeerious?" demanded Heath Ledger's voice, indicating The Joker couldn't keep up with the conversation and they were but seconds away from the sadistic detonation of baskets of lego containing innocent bears, hog-tied to their doom with dressing gown chord - the scene about to be brought nicely to its conclusion with a couple of rounds of maniacal Mwahaha-ing. "Be ready before I finish this coffee!", Grace blasted, knowing her offspring would still be dancing around in ketchup-stained boxer shorts and bed hair with all the self-awareness of Mowgli. "We're going to the beach" Grace told Flea optimistically, as she downed her cup and wondered if Little Man's childhood memories would be affectionately recounted as he accepted his award for 'Best Motion Picture Director' in years to come whilst she reminisced about the younger version who lived in her world and was once so enthralled in Grace's stories before his own imagination took flight from the nest. But then, the goblin had always warned her it would all pass in a blink then.
__________________
GRACE GABRIEL

Last edited by Grace Gabriel; Yesterday at 06:13 AM..
Reply With Quote
The Following User Says Thank You to Grace Gabriel For This Useful Post:
fleamailman (Yesterday)
  #5786  
Old Today, 03:28 AM
fleamailman's Avatar
fleamailman (Offline)
Samuel Johnson, obviously!
Official Member
 
Join Date: Apr 2011
Posts: 6,092
Thanks: 2,216
Thanks 3,660
Default

repost from elsewhere, the "war does not decide who is right... only who is left" thread

"...war comes because this bubble economy calls it into being..." sighed the goblin suspecting that in the end any unsustainable debt always lead war in being, adding "...all media serves its purpose by having you caring more about how things are managed and by whom too rather than having you keep track of how much debt is piling up underpinning the system, so look at the news again and note how each topic is meant to stir those emotions, for example the belligerence on both sides, or its those topics meant to stir up your pity then, or your anger at the injustice of it all, yes all meant to hide that ruse therein, the omittence of the consequence of unassailable debt, so war comes then, albeit not the one you expect from the news, not some nice easy orchestrated war again on america's terms at america's biding, no the war that comes is when the economy crashes, "but no the economy is doing fine" you might say, that's because you're still looking at the economy alone, ah but now look at the debt that underpins the economy once more, for the rest is just what they want you to see, isn't it..."


xxxxx 5785 377727

Last edited by fleamailman; Today at 04:04 AM..
Reply With Quote
The Following User Says Thank You to fleamailman For This Useful Post:
Grace Gabriel (Today)
Reply

  WritersBeat.com > General Discussion > Writers' Cafe


Thread Tools

Posting Rules
You may not post new threads
You may not post replies
You may not post attachments
You may not edit your posts

BB code is On
Smilies are On
[IMG] code is On
HTML code is Off


Similar Threads
Thread Thread Starter Forum Replies Last Post
Hate Mail mindsthegap Non-Fiction 10 08-01-2009 11:13 AM
Why I hate Helen wannawrite Fiction 11 04-26-2007 09:57 AM


All times are GMT -8. The time now is 08:55 AM.

vBulletin, Copyright © 2000-2006, Jelsoft Enterprises Ltd.