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January 13, 2012
Umwelt: Night Flows Like a River Ep.1: Little Flaws in The Stone
Click clack. Margo's back. Heels smack the pavement, hard as gunshots. Striding fast, furious sparks, fire and brimstone. Brimming with rage cold as the heart of an iceburg. Crashes into Randall's, bell going off into paroxysms, papers flying. Barry yells, dives to save his accounts.
No other yelling though, there's no hook to extricate from their backs. Rolf managed to pull them back right to the night they'd left. Time being fluid, ever malleable, the world's unchanged and none the wiser...
January 9, 2012
Tasty Free Things… of Altered States.
Gosh well here it is, the day of reckoning. Another anthology I'm proud to be a part of has launched unto the void today. Beneath that marvellous cover to the left, of Altered States features eleven stories by eleven international writers (some published, some published for the first time). Covering many genres, right through from speculative fiction to literary, it's a wonderful collection and I guarantee you'll enjoy even those stories written in genres you don't normally touch with a...
January 7, 2012
The Wendigo's flash fiction challenge… and my response.
Well, so, over at Terribleminds Chuck Wendig has set the formidable task of pressing shuffle on our iPods and writing a 500 word flash to the first tune that peeps its eyes up at us from the screen. Now having been to uni and committed workshop crimes, I am no stranger to this sort of exercise. I even utilised such a thing recently(ish) for a story I guested with over at Colin Barnes blog.
Having said that, knowing the tripe I have on my iPod I admit to being rather terrified of what it might ...
January 4, 2012
Poetic interlude: "What the Eye Sees"
Explosions of light
Parabolas arcing from water .
Great still bodies
Serve as mirrors
To clone a placid sky .
A tornado rising
Of wing feathers .
Great choking masses
In Tumultous Gossiping unison ,
A funnel of consuming black .
Fills the pupil void
Contracted to period point .
Drenched, savaged
By roaring light feedback .
Drowning,
Welded up against the glass
© Ren Warom 2008
Filed under: Beauteous & Corrupted Words Tagged: beauty, birds, imagery, poetry, Ren Warom, water, Writer, writing
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January 1, 2012
How to Resolve Resolution Riddles.
It has come to my attention that we're all talking the big talk and more than a few of us are saying 'hold the hell on there, cowpoke, this is all just smoke blowing to the breeze, this resolution bollocks, and who the hell is going to keep to it anyoldhow?'. So I figured I'd let you all in on a little secret. I made me some plans. I didn't make any damned resolutions and I'm about to tell you for why. Whether you want to hear it or not, with a little blog posty I just rustled up fresh from t...
December 29, 2011
Queensbury Rules, old chap, pip pip… or… Plans and Resolutions.
I could start screaming like a maniac knowing the New Year is breathing down my neck like the proverbial alien in a dark corridor, its acid sputum carving rivulets through my trembling flesh. But I won't. This is because I have, for the first time in a long time, got plans. They aren't set in stone (or any other solid material, an anvil say…) but they exist.
Plans feel very much better than the unformed, hazy sort-of notion I went into the beginning of 2011 clutching in my sweaty mitts. I...
December 21, 2011
The 12 Slays of Christmas… not for the faint hearted or comically challenged.
Well, we're all getting festive up in here are we not? Jolly hollying away the days in a swooning merriment of wine and song… and possibly a bit more wine, oh why not, pass us the bottle love… glug glug *thunk*.
In honour of the festive season, as I'm a (yes) weirdo, more than a little over fond of ridiculously obvious wordplay and, frankly, rather allergic to saccharine, I thought I'd do my very own version of the whole yuletidey twelve nonsense.
My twelve slays of Christmas. Yes. Slays. Oh...
December 17, 2011
Episode 18: Umwelt: The Lights… How They Shine
Darkness. Profound as the deep of sea, a tenebrous burden. It brings its own silence out in the desert, ponderous, sacred. Packs of lycid pacing the flash of landship above slip are fleets of shadow. Predators in the deeps. Moon yellow eyes glinting. Ferocious.
Their eyes are all that lights the darkness. Low cloud swallowed the blue of day and shrouds the night. Hides the bluish radiance of three small moons, the glisten of galaxies. Boxes the desert in, nullifies the sense of infinity to...
December 15, 2011
Aesthetica Creative Works And The Liebster Award
Not so long ago, on a pure whim and at the very last minute, I entered two stories into the Aesthetica Creative Works competition. I've had a special mention in the selfsame comp two years ago and I had a couple of stories I thought would suit this year, so I just sent them off and put it out of my mind.
Imagine my delight then, when several months later I receive an email congratulating me as one of my stories had been selected as a finalist! Stunned. They have thousands of entries and the...
December 11, 2011
Bit o' Poetry… Sylvan (Pan)acea
Our Madrigals
Winsome and graceless
Bring seasons of fractured glass.
In netted skirts
Gaily whirling, our rose petal nipples
Float adrift in a fleshy sea.
Cock crows, crows shriek
A cackle of morning
Thunderstorm sky
Exuding rain as sweat
Sipping grenadine from eggcups
Languid as swan-necks
We are drenched and shattered.
We spin webs of silver
Groaning goblets of digitalis
Overflow and blacken
Into ashen limbs, a dazzling ruin
Frostbitten lips whiten
With particles intricate as lace.
Dew clings, fragile...
