Writings of a madman who lived through a thousand deaths. Also about taking things just as seriously as they deserve.
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 while waiting in the line! He'd surely appreciate her curvy outlines. But no, he had to take one of those impish fork tarts with his fries. She was patient though. It was a busy day. People … 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?
Welcome to the series of self-devouring exercises. The idea is to look at the contents posted on the "fast" social media in the last week or so and see if there are any interesting patterns. A diary, with a bit of distance from what was actually happening. How was the last week then? It started pretty … Continue reading Cannibal Feast, vol. 1
You will notice version tags in posts that are actual full stories or other type of self-contained literary contents. These tags come as X.Y.Z where X, Y, Z are numbers (typically between 0 and 9, but they can grow larger for particularly fast evolving contents). Most likely, you'll never see a version tag 0.0.* - … Continue reading A Note on Versioning
Her name was Radhika, Radhika Jawkins. No one had ever used her first name, though. As a matter of fact, no one had ever dared to speak to her at all. If they did, they'd probably use Miss Jawkins. But there would still be the other names, compulsively popping up in the mind of anyone … Continue reading Backfire (version 0.1.0)
Oceanic Soup 