Written in 365 parts: 175: Sequence Paradox
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“When you say, what I know, I am guessing you mean about you? About how we got you out?†the Organic sat down on the edge of the bed. Marsh…
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Written in 365 Parts: 174: Obviously Not Safe Enough
Marsh stood to one side as Drick stepped up to the doorway and looked into the privacy camera. Drick pressed the switch. The screen remained dark, but after a few…
Written in 365 parts: 173: More Fluid Still Rigid
Marsh followed Drick as they navigated a maze of corridors and passageways in the under city. This world constantly surprised Marsh, sometimes for the better, but more often for the…
Lockdown Exercise
I have posted a couple of my longer walks to this blog during the lockdown. I thought I’d share some of the other exercises I do. Just to show the…
Written in 365 Parts: 172: Nothing But Blackness
“Wake up.†A surge of electricity coursed through the restraints making Drick’s body arch despite them being hung from the ceiling. Drick’s legs kicked against the manacles that ran through…
Written in 365 Parts: 171: Born to Endless Night
‘…Every night and every morn – Some to misery are born, Every morn and every night – Some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to sweet delight, Some…
Written in 365 Parts: 170: Are You Ready to Talk
Perf couldn’t believe it. How was it possible? Hooper should be dead. They should be a smear at the bottom of a crater. They were in that tent. They were…
Written in 365 Parts: 169: Escape
They hurried along the corridor trying to make their pace look like someone late rather than someone running away. Fast, but not too fast. Hurried, but not frantic. Don’t alert…
My Mummy
On Monday I decided to get the boys to write a poem about their mummy as a test. I made each of them answer questions and then we compiled that…
Written in 365 Parts: 168: Fleshbags You Fancy
Drick found themselves, once again, sat at the same pop up food stall poking at a bowl of noodles with a resin bi-pronged fork. This time Marsh sat with Drick…