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AliShe dithered at the brink of the back alleys. The choice visible on her gaunt face. Go back or go on? The decision that everyone made on their entry to this place. The shadows and forgotten spaces where people went to disappear. To be facing it she must have been running from something terrible. Although she might have just been small, she looked too young to be on her own. Barely a teenager, if that. But there was a pretty face under the dark mess of hair, and those scared eyes would catch anyone’s attention. Maybe that was the problem. The attention. Pretty and young and scared. All to vulnerable, better to hide in the dark.
She held her tattered jumper around her and took a purposeful step into the alleyways. I smiled and slipped back into my own shadows. A good choice for those terrified eyes. A new start.
An end to starting overThe four walls enclosing,
Like a coat from a rack,
From his closeted mind,
He conjures thoughts back.
He cashes those secrets
Like borrowing time,
As he thinks of new start
To hide from his crime.
He delves through his past,
Takes his thoughts for a leap,
And dives memory waters,
To things long asleep.
His mind racing fast,
With a glint in his eye,
The secrets are stirring,
And cause him to cry.
The new start evades him,
It’s not to be had.
His old thoughts are calling,
And they’re terribly bad.
They’re the bones of his long-gone.
Their flesh now decayed,
Old clothes in a closet,
All tattered and frayed,
Kept secret from others,
Housed deep in his mind,
These bones that he laid,
Of which others are blind.
These acts he committed
That caused him such strife,
No longer disturb him,
As he takes his own life.
Big Bang."“The dangers are greatly exaggerated,” insisted Burt, head of sub-atomic matter-antimatter interaction and custard neutrality at CERN’s Large Hadron Collider.
“Even if we were to create a mini black hole,” he continued, “it would be so infinitesimal it wouldn’t have enough gravity to suck in so much as a sausage.”
He nodded to Trevor who pressed the big red button.
“For anything really bad to happen, mass to energy conversion would need to be one hundred percent, and this isn’t Star Trek.” A light started flashing on his monitor. “The chances of a chain reaction…”
“Bugger,” was the last word the universe heard as Burt, along with all time and space, collapsed into the ensuing singularity. All matter, anti-matter, hopes, dreams and cutlery became in an instant one for both the briefest of moments and forever. Then in the briefest of divine blinks there was a bang and it all began anew."
TomorrowI walk through the door and can't help but miss you, your smile that lights up your face and the way you make me feel instantly relaxed after a long day at work.
I take a deep breath, breathing in what is left of your scent. I can't help it as I recall our last conversation, the first in a long time that we actually talked and didn't shout. The decision broke my heart, 26 years gone in half an hour.
I dry the tears as I walk by the living room and recall all the good times we had in there. How I miss your laugh. I hate this, whoever said new starts were good for you needs shooting in the head.
Well I better get this over with, I grab a box and start the gruelling task of packing up ready for whatever comes tomorrow.
Could a kind moderator please create a poll :o)(Thanks Patti)
The information is posted in each Writing Contest thread (the non entries one). There won't be another contest for 2 weeks now though.Also, instead of posting your book in each comment why don't you open an author thread in our author zone?
Cool, will have to go through these and vote when the poll is up!
Sorry, group.I've been busy.
I'll sort the poll now.
Find the poll here.https://www.goodreads.com/poll/show/9...
Jud, could you please double check I did it correctly?
Looks good to me Patti, thanks very much for making the poll
Voted also :)
Not many voters this month; is everyone away for the winter?
Hibernating I should think.
I voted although I was in too much of a flurry this month to write one!
I didn't manage to write one either :( Hopefully next time.Just voted though!
Ooo second place with the winner the one I voted for.
I totally didn't expect that result. I thought they were all good, definitely didn't expect first :O
I read it to my fella before I sent it for his opinion and he asked why I was leaving him lol.Being the first time I've entered I was hoping for second to last.
Congrats!!! You get to pick the next theme. And if there is still money in the pot there may be a £5 amazon voucher too but I'm not sure bought that
Thanks Jud, how long do I have to get the new theme in as I'm off to work now and staff do tonight?
Well done Michelle, that's the one I voted for :~)I'll have to be content with 3rd
I voted for Big Bang. I had to - it had custard in it...
Yep. If you send me a pm with your email address, Michelle, I'll make sure you get a voucher for £5.
*Makes mental note to include custard in next writing comp*
Until next Wednesday Michelle, maybe you'll get some inspiration tonight :o)
David wrote: "*Makes mental note to include custard in next writing comp*"I could suggest a subject of 'Anything but custard'
Ever get the feeling the world is against you?
David wrote: "Ever get the feeling the world is against you?"But the world IS against you!
Marc wrote: "well I'm against the world. Fair's fair"Hows that working out for you Marc?
How can the world be against you? I wrote the one with no votes :( oh well. It was good for my overall writing anyways
Emma wrote: "How can the world be against you? I wrote the one with no votes :( oh well. It was good for my overall writing anyways"When I said the world, I meant GL, for plotting against me ;~)
And you're correct, all writing is good practice.
Gingerlily - Smiter of idiots. wrote: "Marc wrote: "well I'm against the world. Fair's fair"Hows that working out for you Marc?"
Top secret, only on a need to know basis
He was plugged into every information network possible. Headphones clotted his ears. Google Glasses shrouded his eyes. A pencil-thin microphone palpated his lips as the data was fed intravenously into his teeming brain. He commented, analysed and opined on it in an instant. People round the world virtually hung on his every vaporous word. His ten dervish fingers whirled over the miniature keyboard resting on his knee. Unseen there was probably a hub in his navel and an antennae threaded through his genitalia. He was a dope fiend. A data junkie. An information incubus extracting the news’ vital essences from every pore and portal.
And yet, one simple typo did for him. Unravelled the cabling of his enabling. Dismantled the rigging of his unassailability. A finger slipped on to a wrong key and he misinformed the world. Sent the globe spinning counter clockwise. A revolutionary turn on its axis. Now he needs a new start.