M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 128
January 13, 2019
Diary Drabble: Uniform
Gary likes his work to be orderly and organised. His desk free of clutter and his to-do list checked off. Gary wouldn’t even mind wearing a uniform to give him that sense of pristine efficiency he’s going for. Yet at home, it’s as though he’s a different person.
There is a sink full of dishes, and Gary can’t remember the last time he changed the sheets on his unmade bed. Gary pretends not to notice the thick layer of dust covering everything as he works through the mound of laundry he’s home...
Diary Drabble: Integrity
He speaks of integrity. Moral fiber, and honesty. One of those folks who speaks as they find, views things as plain as day. He can twist that integrity, mould it any way he sees fit so that anything that is beyond his understanding is open to persecution. His morals are intact, but his heart and soul are not.
Holding court in a pub corner, in a cubicle at work, or even on the platform at the train station, does not mean anyone is listening. Their eyes glaze over, they nod in all the right pla...
Diary Drabble: Stare
The moment Lukas enters the library, Dean can’t help stare. It’s like his senses tune into his presence knowing he’s about to see Lukas before he even hears the whoosh of the sliding door.
“Will we return your books?”
Dean fusses over the desk as Lukas approaches with his client Nigel, mumbling thank you as Nigel slides the books across. Dean knows Lukas is Nigel’s carer only by accident, from the name badge emblazoned with the name of a local hospice – a badge that also taught Dean his name...
Diary Drabble: Deism
She believed in kindness. Generosity. Acting on instinct and listening to her gut. On a crisp winters’ morning, or watching the last rays of the setting sun, she might even understand deism. Though what god would look at this wondrous landscape without wishing it free of scars? What deity could stand idle, watching its own creations suffer? None that she could believe in nor would want to when religion allowed the mistreatment of others and persecution of those so far from home. No belief, cr...
Diary Drabble
Hello!
I posted a week or so back about a new writing thing I was trying, writing a drabble a day in diaries that would otherwise not be getting used. So far so good; at the time of drafting this post I have successfully written a drabble every day! My plan is to post them all once a week; not sure if that’ll always work out but the first batch have been scheduled for today. Happy reading!
January 10, 2019
Extract
Jack stretched up just enough to peek down through the tinted glass of his office window at the protesters gathered outside holding hand painted placards and could only bring himself to sigh. They had moved in that morning, encroaching on all the best parking spaces in the parking lot and chanting angry slogans that Jack thought perhaps were kind of funny but would do nothing to stop what was going to happen.
The fracking would be going ahead, whether anyone objected to it or not. Works had...
January 9, 2019
Winter Musings
Emerald and peridot fade into topaz and russet, and soon there is nothing remaining even from them, bare branches stretching tall into the sky against a backdrop of sapphire and crystal. Mid-winter leaches colour from everything yet need not be bleak. There is feasting, there is family, there is fruitfulness, the promise of new life, new beginnings, new dreams. No good story is a smooth slip between beginning and end; life is the bit in the middle that makes both ends meet, that makes it wort...
January 6, 2019
Extract
Elliot remembered with painful clarity the events that had led up to the exact moment he thought his life might be effectively over.
One early evening the week after his fourteenth birthday during a sweltering summer, Elliot was stood on his aunt Ellie’s porch in the still blazing sun, sipping on homemade lemonade, when he first felt an unfamiliar ache in his lower back. He and his cousin Sebastian had been busy playing with the family’s new puppy, chasing it back and forth across the lawn,...
January 4, 2019
Never enough writing challenges?
Happy New Year! How is it the fourth of January already… I hope everyone’s years have got off to good starts. Those pesky New Years Resolutions I hope you’ve either managed to stick to so far, or you’ve already kicked them to the curb for not wanting to put unnecessary pressure on yourself!
I did NaNo last year for the first time, as well as all kinds of other writing challenges I never thought I would. Mostly, despite how much I write on a daily basis, one of the main reasons I’ve never done...
January 3, 2019
Tainted by our choices is a contemporary romance that ha...
Tainted by our choices is a contemporary romance that has flashbacks, sex, environmental awareness, and a slight fixation on dessert. Potentially all at the same time.
Meet Jack. A successful environmental officer working within an industry that is so very far from his childhood dream of saving the planet, that he no longer recognizes himself. How he’s found himself in Houston, Texas, where he has no one, and nothing but his work for company, he tells himself repeatedly he doesn’t know. But...
