She tells you that her grave should have a bird bath.
That way she can have pets to play with, when you can't visit.
You'd give her an entire zoo if she'd simply stay.
A child should not have to be so strong in the face of death.
Friday, 10 August 2018
Tuesday, 7 August 2018
Day 233
She chose to dine at this particular cafe for several reasons.
The most pertinent reason was obviously to be seen in public, whilst a church was simultaneously burning down and the heavy door of a precious vault was being blown from it's hinges - this well populated cafe offered the ideal alibi.
More so than being seen publicly, however, this particular restaurant had a hold over her.
First the unique lettering upon the sidewalk chalk board, describing the days specials.
Then atmosphere of the interior, whose decor offered a feeling of nostalgia that stuck the woman as a diner her parents may have once sworn to have met at in there youth. But would mistaken it for something now closed down.
What kept our soon to be proven innocent mastermind at this place, long after her whereabouts could be confirmed in face of any charge: was the server.
In another lifetime this charming individual, with little instruction and costume, could pass as the woman's twin.
The most pertinent reason was obviously to be seen in public, whilst a church was simultaneously burning down and the heavy door of a precious vault was being blown from it's hinges - this well populated cafe offered the ideal alibi.
More so than being seen publicly, however, this particular restaurant had a hold over her.
First the unique lettering upon the sidewalk chalk board, describing the days specials.
Then atmosphere of the interior, whose decor offered a feeling of nostalgia that stuck the woman as a diner her parents may have once sworn to have met at in there youth. But would mistaken it for something now closed down.
What kept our soon to be proven innocent mastermind at this place, long after her whereabouts could be confirmed in face of any charge: was the server.
In another lifetime this charming individual, with little instruction and costume, could pass as the woman's twin.
Day 232
It is nearing midnight at the public square of our budding metropolis, when a mysterious figure steps out from the crowd.
An unseen band strikes up a rhythmic offering, all with instrument alien to the human ear.
The mysterious figure catches all attention and ceases the movement of bystanders, by simply striking a pose.
Then another. And another.
Then a dance begins; which inspires everyone, whether they are conscious of it or not, to join.
An unseen band strikes up a rhythmic offering, all with instrument alien to the human ear.
The mysterious figure catches all attention and ceases the movement of bystanders, by simply striking a pose.
Then another. And another.
Then a dance begins; which inspires everyone, whether they are conscious of it or not, to join.
Sunday, 5 August 2018
Day 231
A Just admit that your pissed because I hurt you.
B You hurt me?
A Yes I hurt you! And I'd apologize, but you're skull is so thick it wouldn't reach your brain even if it was an nail and I used a hammer.
B Well, much as we'd all love to see that, you have nothing to apologize for.
A Oh for fucks-
B You didn't hurt me. I did.
A You hurt me?
B I hurt me! I hurt myself, and I used you to do it. Now, much as I'd hate to disrupt the self loathing torture porn that you've got playing in the background of your day to day, I'm afraid I must correct you. You didn't hurt me, because you couldn't hurt me. You couldn't hurt me if you wanted to, because I would never let you get near enough to do it. You think your the killer and I'm the victim? Be absolved my child: my wounds are self inflicted. I swung my own skull onto a cliff face, not your fault being the fucking cliff! Had I the capacity to trust you, I might have been hurt by you. I might have been destroyed by you. But I wasn't. Because I didn't. Now you can either take off your homemade crown of thorns, or you can drag yourself over to Golgotha and hang out with the other martyrs. Whatever your self absorbed, self loathing, neurosis needs to be fed. Just leave me the hell out of it!
A ... so ... what I'm hearing ... is you never actually loved me.
B ... I loved you as much as I could. I still do. But I didn't trust you then, and I sure as hell don't trust you now. Now. Let me be fucked up in peace. You go be fucked up somewhere else ...
B You hurt me?
A Yes I hurt you! And I'd apologize, but you're skull is so thick it wouldn't reach your brain even if it was an nail and I used a hammer.
B Well, much as we'd all love to see that, you have nothing to apologize for.
A Oh for fucks-
B You didn't hurt me. I did.
A You hurt me?
B I hurt me! I hurt myself, and I used you to do it. Now, much as I'd hate to disrupt the self loathing torture porn that you've got playing in the background of your day to day, I'm afraid I must correct you. You didn't hurt me, because you couldn't hurt me. You couldn't hurt me if you wanted to, because I would never let you get near enough to do it. You think your the killer and I'm the victim? Be absolved my child: my wounds are self inflicted. I swung my own skull onto a cliff face, not your fault being the fucking cliff! Had I the capacity to trust you, I might have been hurt by you. I might have been destroyed by you. But I wasn't. Because I didn't. Now you can either take off your homemade crown of thorns, or you can drag yourself over to Golgotha and hang out with the other martyrs. Whatever your self absorbed, self loathing, neurosis needs to be fed. Just leave me the hell out of it!
A ... so ... what I'm hearing ... is you never actually loved me.
B ... I loved you as much as I could. I still do. But I didn't trust you then, and I sure as hell don't trust you now. Now. Let me be fucked up in peace. You go be fucked up somewhere else ...
Saturday, 4 August 2018
Day 230
Not a moment ago, the man had been sitting casually in his study, finalizing his accounts.
Now he was racing through the flaming halls of his burning estate, desperate for water to put out his smoldering robe.
Normally, his indoor pool would suit his needs, but alas, it was currently home to a hundred clambering hands; all longing to grab the man and pull him into oblivion, should he get too near.
Curses are a funny thing ...
Now he was racing through the flaming halls of his burning estate, desperate for water to put out his smoldering robe.
Normally, his indoor pool would suit his needs, but alas, it was currently home to a hundred clambering hands; all longing to grab the man and pull him into oblivion, should he get too near.
Curses are a funny thing ...
Friday, 3 August 2018
Day 229
Bad escape game idea:
It's a perfect copy of your own room.
You have a list of chores you want to do, but by no means have to complete today. And a cartoon series from your childhood just became available on Netflix.
You stay long past the time limit.
No one comes to get you.
You just stay there.
You cannot escape, because you do not wish to escape...!
It's a perfect copy of your own room.
You have a list of chores you want to do, but by no means have to complete today. And a cartoon series from your childhood just became available on Netflix.
You stay long past the time limit.
No one comes to get you.
You just stay there.
You cannot escape, because you do not wish to escape...!
Wednesday, 1 August 2018
Day 228
A Well this has been swell, but it's nearly that time when I wake up.
B Is it?
A Yes, and although this has all been a dream, it has been a pleasant one.
B For me as well. I hope you remember it.
A As do I.
B ... if this is a dream-
A it is.
B And you do remember all of this.
A I hope to.
B When you wake up: could you come and find me?
A ... I'd like that.
B Is it?
A Yes, and although this has all been a dream, it has been a pleasant one.
B For me as well. I hope you remember it.
A As do I.
B ... if this is a dream-
A it is.
B And you do remember all of this.
A I hope to.
B When you wake up: could you come and find me?
A ... I'd like that.
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