Month: September 2014
So, another collection from my big weird diary
worrying doesn’t rid tomorrow of it’s problems, it rids today of it’s strengths
tough times never least, but tough people to
nobody can start a new beginning, but anybody can start today and make a new ending
a gem cannot be polished without friction
All fairly standard, but also true. It could be argued myself and my partner have had our share of tough times, but they pass- until something new comes along. I think the worrying ones a good one, especially for my partner to keep in mind
So, another quick scribble in I the pub led to this.
Ordinarily it would have been easy to turn what looks like eyes into a bigger picture, but I was hit by some writing inspiration.
The eyes shone in the torchlight, reflecting it back at me as I tried to see a head to hold them. I couldn’t see one but I could easily imagine one, with a huge mouth, and huger teeth.
Since the fire at the lab things had changed and humans were prey, and right now I was being hunted. The eyes were watching, they hadn’t pounced, which could only mean the creature wasn’t hunting alone. Or worse, it was a part of a full pack of something monstrous.
Ah yes, the lab fire. Nobody knows what was being done there, but there hasn’t been any power since it burned to the ground. And the land is suddenly so much more dangerous. Aside from the creatures and the lack of food and power, it’s the humans that are the biggest threat. Scavengers aren’t an issue, that’s become the norm, it’s the power brokers, those who had access to the supplies we all need; batteries, food, water. The time they spent hoarding and pricing us out made them greedy and ruthless, now they’ll do anything for power.
Of course, even amongst the arseholes there’s those that were already ruthless bastards, they essentially rule the land now. At least in the day when they dare come out. Right now it’s dark, so they’ll be safely locked away in their well stocked and armed holds, whilst the rest of us scrape around for what we can get whilst praying nothing catches our scent.
A snapped twig drags me from my reverie, another creature to the right. Moving slowly I inch towards my bag, fumbling with the catch as the reflected eyes circle around. I ignore the gun, the ammunition ran out long ago, instead taking the only other thing I can use as a weapon; lighter fluid. This was a lucky find a few days ago, digging through a looted shop I found a few bits and pieces that had been missed by previous visitors. A full canister of lighter fluid would have given me days of food in trade but right now survival was more important.
More snaps, moving in, I spray some fluid onto a branch and with a shaking flick of a lighter set it ablaze, illuminating a beast the size of a small car fifteen feet away. It’s stealthy approach interrupted it pauses as two more slightly smaller creatures join it from my flanks.
I’d expect at least one more, but right now I have to decide, wait or act.
A stream of fluid shoots from the can, through the flame and ignites, striking the lead creature square in the face. Unleashing a squeal it leaps back, the others now also cowed into postponing their attack. Pacing back and forth they move out of the range of the fire and out of the light. Thrusting the branch into the fire I’d been building I let the blaze rise with a little boost from the canister I’m holding,
I doubt I’ll be sleeping tonight.
So, another entry from the big weird diary, I must have have some disturbed sleep at the time.
Me, Dainton (of dirty Sanchez fame), mb, gas and two or three others are in Cardiff, we pass through a church because it’s a shortcut (?). Only a few of us put money in the donation box and the priest locks the door for not giving alms.
Also, another short dream one.
I’m disappointed I’d forgotten most of this one before writing it down, but I’m at a bar with my friend rl and he has a babies body and limbs, but his adult head, which is quite large anyway
I really do wish I’d remembered more of this one
So, these quotes all have similar themes
if you don’t know where you are going then you’ll probably end up somewhere else
This is a good one, obviously suggesting without a plan you won’t get where you want to. However, I also look at it as a broader quote, in that if you don’t know where you’re going, you’ll still end up somewhere. That may not be particularly good, because that somewhere could be awful, but you’ve still had an adventure and you’re alive (you hope)
aim for the sky and you’ll probably reach the ceiling. Aim for the ceiling and you’ll probably never get off the ground
Another good one, pushing to be your best and you’ll be ok, but if you don’t aim high then why bother.
Ironically I’m not aiming anywhere right now…
So, this is one I started when I was in the cinema, it was going to bookend a selection of broken stories I started and never finished. Currently Iv only found this, the start of the first book end, the ending and the broken tales haven’t been found yet.
He was injured.
The injuries may as well have scrolled across his augmented helmet lenses such was his awareness of his perfect form.
And his pain.
Broken right leg
Snapped left Achilles
Dislocated right shoulder- state of arm unknown
Left arm crushed
Not to mention the minor injuries not normally of concern.
He was broken.
But he was Astartes.
He was a Space Marine.
And space marines are infallible.
I really hope to find the remainder of this soon
So, another dream from my big weird diary. And this one vivid enough that I still remember the pain.
Me and my sister go to buy some pet pigs, I find one I like and it likes me, it’s pink and black.
The other pigs start biting me and I think it’s jealousy, but then I look down and realise there are bright pink pigs two inches long that Iv been stepping on.
Then the pig I want starts biting me, but doesn’t have any teeth.
Yeah a weird one