You might call me a time traveler, but I’m not literally jumping around in a timeline, trying to #undo past wrongs or alter the course of anyone’s history.
It’s more subtle than that.
You’re perceiving me now, but I’ve yet to be born; such is the state of enlightenment we’ve attained.
#vss365
When I learned she had chosen not to have a funeral, it was her final #gift.
I hadn’t realized before that one of my biggest stresses was, when the time came, needing to decide whether or not to attend.
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The economic word builder kept what was needed, threw everything else out the window.
When he came to #defenestrate, he found a single letter removed could save an entire syllable.
He looked at his final product, #defenstrate, with satisfaction as the letter’s voice faded outside… “eeee!”
#vss365
𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬.
The poster on the bus is meant to inspire.
Log into SleepNet every night, record your dreams, then connect with those in your #batch with similar dreams.
I shiver.
The algorithm already controls our waking selves; how long before it steals our subconscious as well?
#vss365
“I have maps of far away kingdoms and #distant lands,” the badger said, opening his book. “Sea serpents in the open waters and a compass with North and South reversed.”
“The compass looks right to me,” Portia said. Charlie took a look and nodded.
“That’s because you’re not from here.”
#vss365
Awards shows are fun, he says, jaw #clenched.
Especially when they go on forever, she says, miming a knife to the throat.
And youre tired, he replies, choking himself on an invisible rope.
He collapses. She unties the “rope” and he breathes.
At least they have each other.
#vss365
The #fiend wore my father’s face every weekend. It knew every joke, every scar and every memory. It took pictures and made omelettes, danced with my mother to the kitchen radio.
On Mondays, rain clouds hung heavy over the beige armchair as stocks tumbled and the fridge was drunk dry.
#vss365
She watched him #putter around the kitchen, cleaning things that weren’t dirty.
His cold feet had frozen him hours ago when she’d mentioned the wedding.
His third go at the cutlery, she had to say something.
“We need to talk.”
He didn’t look up.
They’d both been so sure.
Not anymore.
#vss365
Completed my first #novel at 23, got an agent within my first four queries, interest from a major publishing house, refused to complete the edits. The arrogance of youth.
The second currently sits collecting edust.
But the third… edits will be done next month and the querying begins anew!
#vss365