Matt Phillips's Blog, page 5
January 8, 2012
Chapter 4
The vanishing pain was replaced by rage. It had always been like that for me, I realised. When I might feel scared, or worried, or unsure, I tended to feel rage. It was an unsettling thing to remember, but there it was. The muscles on my arms and legs knotted up as I pulled against the shackles. The metal gave a slight groan but otherwise didn't move. I fixed Christa with a murderous stare, which she matched with an icy detachment.
"I can assure you those...
January 5, 2012
Treacle
It's a feeling that will be familiar to anyone who has ever dabbled with writing.
Treacle.
It's thick, sticky and gooey. And it feels like the plotmash project has just run straight into it. It's the feeling when all the free-flow and energy of the beginning just vanishes, and you realise you have a fair way to go and, for some reason, you are surrounded by treacle!
There's only one way to deal with treacle – grab a spoon and get munching! Turn all that sticky gloopiness that's holding you...
January 2, 2012
Chapter 3
The night air was cool, almost cold. For a moment I considered going back inside for my shoes, but overall barefoot was better. I needed to be able to move silently. I didn't know what would happen if I was caught outside of my room, but I suspected that getting tased would be the least of my worries.
The facility was double storey building, my room on the first floor. Just outside the window was a narrow concrete ledge than ran along the side of the building. It was almost pitch black...
December 30, 2011
Week 3 results – and happy New Year!!
Hello fellow mashers!
The voting for week 3 is over, and the story now has some mysterious Morse code some someone else held at the facility. Intriguing!
It's all getting very exciting. I wanted to say thank you to you all for your support in 2011. Have a fabulous new year's eve, I look forward to hearing from you in 2012.
Take care,
Matt
