Nerd Church - Short Story: Mornings Dawn, Whether You Want Them To Or Not

 

Originally published in the Medium publication Promptly Written, for the quote-prompt '“Some people live just looking for someone to die for.”― Dominic Riccitello' set by Ravyne Hawke.

Warning: this story deals with grief a lot, as well as generally discussing death and related topics.

Mornings Dawn, Whether You Want Them To Or Not

Image by Martina Bulková from Pixabay

Nerd Church - Short Story: Bex Is On Her Own

Originally published in the Medium publication Promptly Written, for the following prompt set by Ravyne Hawke:

Use any or all of the following concepts for a story:

— ancient runes/ruins
— a ghostly appearance
— danger is afoot!

Content Warning: I’m not sure what happened to this woman, but I don’t think it was anything good — I felt like I should add a warning, but it was kind of difficult to figure out what for exactly. So just be *waves hands* generally careful!

Bex Is On Her Own

A horror-ish short story

Nerd Church - Short Story: Some Space

A short story originally published in the Medium publication 'Promptly Written,' and based on a prompt by Ravyne Hawke.

The prompt:

Write a ‘moody’ piece around the following:

— out of this world
— wonderstruck
— a dark night

Some Space

Path descending towards the Rhondda Valley by Gareth James, CC BY-SA 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons

Nerd Church - Short Story: The Greatest Thieves

A short story originally published in the Medium publication 'Promptly Written'

The Greatest Thieves

...do not take jewels.

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

Micropoetry - May + June 2023

Yes, you read the post title correctly - this is the Micropoetry wrap-up for May and June.

Yes, you are correct - it is August.

Why am I so late with this? 

A combination of 'haven't got around to it,' and 'just plain forgot.' (Sorry! 😅 )

The first one is written in my accent/dialect, because that's the way it was rattling around my head, so that's the way it got posted.

...It was the only way to stop it from going round and round in my head, OK?

I don't think it's that incomprehensible but then... it's also how I talk. So... *shrugs*

(And yes, I do say 'aye' to mean 'yes' sometimes in regular conversation. Many people here do. #NowYaKnow)

Here we are then, May and June's micropoetry:

As always, for those using screen-readers, the poetry will be in the alt-text of the graphics with / marks for line-spaces.

Nerd Church - Short Story: New Money

This was first published by me in the Medium publication Promptly Written.

This is the first story I wrote which featured a character called Anna Sinclair - to date, I've written three stories about her, and given her her own Medium list titled 'Snapshots of Anna Sinclair.' (She won't leave me alone, so I've given in and accepted it.)

Content Warning: one potential drug reference. (Yes, I said ‘potential’ — it’s a little ambiguous, even to me 😅)

New Money

Image by André Santana AndreMS from Pixabay

Poetry: Answers

This poem was originally published by me in the Medium publication The Brain Is A Noodle, for the writing prompt 'unreliable narrator'

Answers

'Everything I've done
I've done for you
I move the stars for no-one'

- David Bowie, Within You (Labyrinth Soundtrack)

Image by Brigitte Werner from Pixabay

Nerd Church - Short Story: Crystal Clarity

 

This story was originally published in the Promptly Written publication on Medium by yours truly, in response to the prompt 'Either dream or reality' from editor Ravyne Hawke.

Crystal Clarity

Image by meineresterampe from Pixabay 

He stepped out onto the crystal deck. Unable — unwilling — to look through the refracted layers of light beneath his feet.

It seemed so fantastical. A miracle of modern craftsmanship and engineering, they called it. He hated it.

Layers of quartz and glass melded into one another to create this sturdy viewing platform, over the crater. It didn’t seem real. And yet… it was strong beneath him. Physical.

He wouldn’t look down, through the surface, the prism, the light. Instead he looked across at the crater itself, ragged, raw, a bleeding wound on the landscape.

They told him the platform was very beautiful — stark contrast, they said, with the catastrophe it looked out upon. But he kept his eyes resolutely ahead, away from the glimpses of sublime achievement beneath him.

Beauty had no place here — not like this. No matter how much the tourists clicked and clacked across the quartz and crystal, oohing and ahing, he would not look down.

He wondered how many of them had even taken a videogram or a panoramiograph of the real attraction — the reason the platform was even here: the ugly crater which once held so many hopes, dreams, lives. None of them seemed to care.

They’ll tell people they visited this place. Not quite the truth.

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Nerd Church - Short Story: The Midday Sun

 

I have a bunch of stories from Medium that I was thinking about posting here once a month-ish, because why not? (Possibly gonna regret asking that! 😅)

This story was originally published by yours truly in the Promptly Written publication on Medium, for the following prompt, set by Ravyne Hawke:

‘Write a ‘moody’ piece around the following:

— a monumental decision
— confusion
— a fork in the road’

The Midday Sun

Image by Ruben from Pixabay 

Poetry: Created

 

This poem was originally published by me in the Medium publication The Brain Is A Noodle, for the writing prompt 'writing as a breathing organism'

Created

‘There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.’ — Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

 

Nerd Church - Short Story: A Broken Princess

This is a (very) short story, first published by yours truly in the Medium publication EwhyE after I found it languishing in an old notebook.

Content warning: refs. to violence/murder. 

Also whatever spell my mother put on me to stop me from swearing doesn't seem to work on fiction, so this is quite sweary - and without *'s for once!

Image by Ruth Archer from Pixabay 

Micropoetry - October + November 2022

More Micropoetry!

And yes, this covers both October and November, because I decided to combine them for... efficiency. Yeah, let's call it efficiency. 😅

As always, the poetry will be in the alt-text of the images for those using screen readers, with / marks for the line breaks.

Micropoetry - August + September 2022

Yes, I know it's the end of October.

It took me a while to sort the graphics out - just the way it goes sometimes, I don't know what to tell you.

(By the way, you will be getting a Micropoetry post for my October Micropoetry soon (...ish))

Shall we get some Micropoetry, though, yeah?

Come on then! (Lol.)

As always, for those using screen-readers, the poetry is in the alt-text, with / marks showing line breaks.

Poetry: The Girl on Stage

This poem was first published in the Medium publication The Brain Is A Noodle (TBIAN), for the prompt 'What do you feel when you or your favourite musicians are on stage?' set by Lucy Dan (editor of TBIAN)

The Girl on Stage

Poetry: Who Is She?

 

This poem was first published in the Medium publication The Brain Is A Noodle (TBIAN), for the prompt 'is writing a source of income for you? or more a hobby? or both? How do you balance these roles?' set by Lucy Dan (editor of TBIAN)

Who Is She?

Image by Artie_Navarre from Pixabay 

Poetry: Forge

Poetry time dearest nerdlets!

This poem was first published in the Medium publication The Brain Is A Noodle (TBIAN), for the prompt 'Slow Consumption' set by Lucy Dan (editor of TBIAN)

Forge

I'm ready now...

Let the fire come
I’m gonna let it burn

Micropoetry - April + May 2022

 

Micropoetry time! (Yay!)

So, I only wrote one piece of micropoetry in April, and one in May. 

The April one is haiku... because sometimes my brain provides me with haikus *shrugs*

As always, if you're using a screen-reader, the poetry itself is in the alt-text of the graphics, and line-breaks are marked by / marks.

Poetry: So. Easy.

Some more poetry for you my dearest nerdlets!

This poem was first published in the Medium publication The Brain Is A Noodle (TBIAN), for the prompt 'The Cost of Rest' set by Lucy Dan (editor of TBIAN)

But, of course, my Dora Reads nerdlets must not be allowed to miss out on my poetry-ness! Lol.

Micropoetry - March 2022

 

All my Micropoetry from March!

...I have literally no clue where either of these came from. 

Should I blame the universe again? Yeah, why not let's blame the universe again.

The universe made me write these! Including the haiku! (Lol.)

Poetry: Courage

 

I originally wrote this poem and published it on Medium -

- because Iris B. Stehn over there was doing a writing prompt, so I wrote it for that.

I figured I'd share it here so that you could all see it too, 'cos I'm nice like that. 😊