Alright, this has been a long break. I have no proper reasons, only excuses. Work, mostly, and a little bit of traveling. Draining. But that's not the main excuse. The thing that stopped most of my "microwriting" was a rather daring idea that occurred to me in the end of October. Long story short, I've … Continue reading Cannibal Feast, vol.5
Strange, fast-flying bitch of a week. Funny weather bringing a lot of mild awfulness broken up by days of outright beauty. Mix of pure research joy and PowerPoint tedium at work (a win I'd say as it could have been much worse this time of the year). Car breaking down in the middle of nowhere. … Continue reading Cannibal Feast, vol. 4
There was not much progress in writing last week. At least not regarding the main story-line I've been working on past few weeks. But I did manage to find some time for quick exercises. I wrote a flash story on wondrous afterlife of a discarded piece of plastic cutlery, and even my first-ever sonnet! Now to … Continue reading Cannibal Feast, vol. 3
Pick me, pick me! she screamed silently. The gorgeous lifeguard didn't. She sighed. The way he licked his lips lustily while waiting in the line! It promised full appreciation of her curvy outlines. But no, he didn't fall for her. Instead, he bought french fries and grabbed one of those impish fork tarts. She was … Continue reading A Death Too Slow
Ancient oceans harboured the flocks of them, carpets of green and clouds of light and dust. Buried they were under a mountain's hem, sleep in the heat of darkness now they must. Ageless slumber and then the drills attack, coming to rape and leech the earth's entrails, boring deep holes with just a bit of … Continue reading Geological Thriller
Time for another summary of weekly happenings has come. So let's type quickly before the Ophelia hurricane falls upon on Ireland! The storm is special indeed and probably deserves all the media buzz. But the current forecast doesn't seem to indicate anything more unusual than some of the epic storms that do batter the Emerald Isle pretty … Continue reading Cannibal Feast, vol. 2
Seagulls soared on drafts between the empty buildings. `Crap, it's low tide,' the thug in a frayed baseball cap said. `Just keep rowing, please,' the boss said. The bearded mute didn't say anything. As always. They navigated through shallows of abandoned cars. It'd only been few years since the polder dams let go in a … Continue reading Come Again?