When we submit to fiction–whether in novels, songs, or films—we allow ourselves to be invaded by storytellers who seize control of us cognitively and emotionally. from The Storytelling Animal: A Conversation with Jonathan Gottschall | Literally Psyched, Scientific American Blog Network. (via Metafilter)
I’ve just had the strangest feeling. Was looking for photos for this yoke so was searching in folders on the ‘puter and on impulse decided to look in my writing folder. Why, I don’t know, I’d never have stuck a photo there. Nevertheless I started to poke around and came across a whole chapter I […]
“They’re out there.”
She was really starting to get on my nerves. I knew they were out there. I’d seen them, I’d been chased by them, legging it down the road screaming in terror as hordes followed me. I didn’t need her to tell me they were out there.
Carl says “write“. Challenge issued; a story in one hundred words. But– and here’s the problem– no repetition allowed. So let us begin… Fingers strike keys. Hesitate. Erase. Start again… More difficult than it first sounded. Quick, fumble for that thesaurus, what’s another way of saying happy? Content? Blissful? Jovial? Exultant? Maybe “on cloud nine”?? […]
More fiction, this time some scratch-fiction from Everything Comes Together at 2 am
I’ve decided to respond to Criminalenglish’s challenge Read more about Cause he sees an angel peepin’ Through a broken window pane …
So, FM found a challenge, write a story in 69 words. His was great, so I decided not to try too hard with mine, and came up with this. It probably won’t make much sense to anyone who isn’t Irish, and of a certain age.
Not sure what this is all about. I’m also going to stick it on Story-crossing, see if anyone wants to add anything.
The beginning popped into my head while listening to You and Your Sister by This Mortal Coil, hence the title. Also the lyrics provide some of the story-lines, but this is unrelated to the song.
This is, in a way chapter two, but I’ve left out a bit from the end of chapter 1. Not sure if that is a permanent leaving out, or if I’ll go back and insert it later. We’ll see.
So got a text message this morning from “da mudder” who informs me that brother #5 is in hospital, undergoing surgery for an elbow injury. He was playing a game of rugby and got tackled and damaged some bone in his arm. It is fractured and partly detaching from where it should be. So he’ll probably be sport-free until after Christmas. That’ll really annoy him. Specially considering that it was only a Sligo game, and he’d finally been picked for the Connacht team, not to mention his playing for the school
My brothers, the accident-prone.
Anyways, more of the fic under the cut iffin your interested.
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