I don’t think I’m able to continue Story A Day. I’m having a lot of trouble fitting it into the day, especially considering that I’m usually not free to write anything until 5pm, 6pm. It’s become somewhat of a burden to me and while I could force myself to write every day, that’s unnecessary stress, not to mention that the lower quality wouldn’t really help my writing much either (no matter how much improvement my writing may need). People often say to write every day even if it becomes painful, but writing is not my main area of expertise, and I can’t really afford to take on any more fatigue seeing how tired I already am. I’m not yet ready to suffer for my writing. You might think of me as not being committed, and maybe that’s so (I feel terrible for not seeing this through to the end). I’m more than willing to endure pain for some things. But I’m not willing to do that at this point in time.
To sum up: I’m simply too fatigued and too busy to continue Story A Day. Sorry for that.
Header image by Kimmo Palosaari.
The wall of sound almost knocks you back as you enter from the coatroom; an assault on as many senses as possible, a no holds barred light show, an adrenaline-fuelled train with no brakes, a relentless beat that shatters the earth, an atmosphere that smells of everything and nothing. You take a millisecond to adjust your senses to this place and take everything; in this millisecond, every single person you look at is in motion, ranging from gesturing to elaborate styles of dance.
The ceiling is several storeys above your head. There is one floor up some stairs ahead to the side, just as populated. The club space is vast – you can barely see the bar at the far side through the sea of people between you and the wall. Dotted around there are circles of people watching dance-offs in the centre. It feels like it will never end, that it will survive the end of the world.
It begins to feel wrong. Like it shouldn’t last forever, as if everybody should be sitting down, having the last drink of the night, or moving on to the next place, yet nobody is showing any signs of fatigue. You know for a fact that this has been going nonstop since you walked past 8 hours ago. Continue reading
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The first part of the plan was simple; get into the construction site, put Devon out of action by any means possible, and get out of there as quickly as possible. We’d been told that we’d be given further instructions after completing part one; Chris’ girlfriend made up the other half of the operation, though had no support. It didn’t seem like much considering the fact that we were trying to take down a massive money-laundering operation, but it was our best shot.
We were already at a disadvantage, given that the night before he’d sent someone to put up an illegal fireworks display at the site, drawing unnecessary attention from the authorities. No doubt they’d be prowling the area looking for the man he’d sent. We could see him from the east-facing window of this fourth-floor flat. He was looking straight at us the whole time he set up the fireworks, not even breaking focus when lighting each one. I couldn’t see it with my own eyes, but I knew he was smirking. Continue reading
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“It was a beautiful area. It’s a shame we have to reset it.”
The three of them sat around the banks overlooking a lake, green grass below, forest all around, and blue sky above; they appeared as two young ordinary-looking women and a young ordinary-looking man, all dressed in plain clothes.
One of the women spoke, in response to one of the other women sitting opposite her. “You don’t have to be so dramatic about it, Magus. There’s a good chance we’ll get another lake here anyway. And it’s not like there’ll be better in the next restart of this area, right?”
A groan came from the other two of them, and one put his hands to his face and fell backwards onto his back.
“That’s what you said about what used to be the Fiji Islands!” he said from behind his hands, still lying down in mock exasperation. Continue reading
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It was deep summer, August 1983. I was in my twenties then; the most important years of my life had gone by, but I wasn’t done just yet.
I didn’t know what I wanted back then. Without work, education or anyone to hold me back I was free to go wherever I wanted. I’d walk through the forest for miles, I’d follow a river until I got bored, I’d keep heading forward until it got dark. Continue reading
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Beneath a lone apple tree at the edge of a cliff knelt an ordinary-looking man, with ordinary windswept brown hair and ordinary attire, taking care of the flowers in its shade, appearing almost motionless to any distant onlooker.
“They won’t believe in you forever.”
He stood up and turned to face the speaker; a woman dressed in flowing white clothes and long red hair. Unfazed, he stared back with no change in expression, standing his ground.
“I did what I had to do to save them. You can look like a deity all you want, but I’m the one down here helping my people.” He said calmly, his relaxed facial expression still holding.
I thought I’d make some sort of announcement about it.
I’m hoping to do Story A Day starting tomorrow and all through September. It’s probably going to be tougher than May as my laptop’s still in for repairs (it’s been in for a month already. I don’t have high hopes I’ll get it any time soon even if I was given 4-6 weeks. There’s always some complication that arises) and so I might not be in such a hurry as I was last May to write a story. That and I’ve been spending a lot of time out of the house recently, and I don’t foresee the weather getting any worse over here.
But, regardless…! I hope to get as close as I can to a story every single day. I know I won’t write one literally every single day, something always happens, but I look forward to this as always.
(Considering changing the blog URL and maybe making some other things look better. But what to do?)
So, it’s happening, I guess…! I don’t remember why I didn’t do it last May but never mind that.