164 days ago, I started writing a short fiction called 'Wrong Rooms.' 79 days ago I stopped writing - the story was about 2/3 complete. Help me finish it. Catch up at www.twitter.com/wrongrooms and write the next 10-15 tweet-chapter (140 characters or less per tweet). Send to ryan@uselessdesires.co.uk You have until 30th September to submit - the best author will be chosen 1st October 2010. If you're unfamiliar with twitter microfiction, remember to read oldest to newest (reverse order, bottom to top) Tell your friends!
Thursday, 16 September 2010
Thursday, 9 September 2010
Manic in Blue
Work in progress... MANIC IN BLUE Dislocated, infiltrated, lost without a clue,
spilling from the edges into deeper shades of blue. torn asunder, drifting under, hanging on for life, thrashing, smashing, wingtips crashing, warning signs are rife. A vision in the distance, is it real or a distraction? Following a dream or just another reflex action? Scaredy pants, song and dance rants,
climbing up the walls, have a drink, don't want to think what's lurking in those halls. gripe and shout, lashing out, broken down in tears,
confide in no one, take a long run, give in to those fears. manic in blue,
I'm not like you,
crying behind the door,
Let no one see,
this is isn't me,
a darker shade of blue Fall in a heap, Drift asleep,
escape to peace,
counting sheep, no soul to keep, just waiting for release. ~ Ryan
spilling from the edges into deeper shades of blue. torn asunder, drifting under, hanging on for life, thrashing, smashing, wingtips crashing, warning signs are rife. A vision in the distance, is it real or a distraction? Following a dream or just another reflex action? Scaredy pants, song and dance rants,
climbing up the walls, have a drink, don't want to think what's lurking in those halls. gripe and shout, lashing out, broken down in tears,
confide in no one, take a long run, give in to those fears. manic in blue,
I'm not like you,
crying behind the door,
Let no one see,
this is isn't me,
a darker shade of blue Fall in a heap, Drift asleep,
escape to peace,
counting sheep, no soul to keep, just waiting for release. ~ Ryan
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