Unfinished Stories · Writing

Water Cooler Conversation

There was nothing amiss with the sounds that came from the offices of McNorton incorporated, or of the people who walked in and out of its large glass doors. 

There was nothing inherently sinister about its white ceramic reception desk, and certainly nothing malicious about the young intern sat behind it typing quietly into a computer. 

In fact McNorton Inc Resource management was so unremarkable benign, that even the finance department, widely regarded as the most evil of all departments were often described as happy and amicable people. Even those people many would condone as actually evil or at least slightly corrupt were of a more pleasant kind. The higher management, the kind of men and one equally fierce woman, with large offices full of trophies and books and windows designed to remind you of the buildings height were all very charitable and considered kind and fair employers. 

So it was a huge shock to everybody, me included, when the demon did first appear.

It was Monday and Sharon was tired,what was supposed to be a few drinks on a Saturday evening had resulted in her waking up at in a strangers house Sunday afternoon, and she was still being haunted by the remnants of a hangover. That and she’d lost one of her favourite bras. 

Gary walked past  the desk where Sharon was trying very hard to look she wasnt on Facebook and gave her a shy smile. He had read somewhere that it was the safest type of smile to give a woman you admired. 

Sharon looked over at him not dissimilar to how she would have looked at a fox thatgot into her rubbish last Friday, trance mixture of pity and annoyance and went back to Facebook one her friend about bras. 

Gary was overjoyed, she looked at me he thought gleefully to himself as he walked into a chair. 

Tim watched all of this unfold over the top of his computer screen. He felt a bit sorry for sorry for Gary, he had no chance with Sharon, she thought she was a lot prettier than she was, simply cause she slept with a lot of men. 

Tim was the strange kind of quiet person that realised things like, sleeping with lots of people usually means you’re not as pretty as you think you are. 

Unfinished Stories · Writing

The Fall

He took two steps forward and felt the floor dissappear beneath him. There was a quick rush of air as the room rushed up past his head, followed by a sickly stillness. 

He was still falling, of that he was aware, but the walls around him were unchanging. Vast expanses of grey, stretching out to, he looked down to check, what seemed eternity. Knowing what was at the bottom helped he thought, there was somebody waiting for him. The fall was just part of the process. They always were big fans of ceremony. 

As he continued to fall his mind wondered back to how exactly he’d ended up here. I guess it all began with that cat, he thought to himself, or the girl, bit it made him feel a lot better just to blame the cat. 

It was a rather unexciting cat, a small scrawny dirty looking animal. It was also stuck in Chris’ bin. He had noticed it as he took his rubbish out that morning, the thing had managed to get itself in the bin and close the lid on itself. Or somebody had thrown it away. The latter seemed more likely Chris had decided, the thing did look an awful way past its expiry date, and also did not appear as it was very friendly even before it had been shut in his bin. Chris looked reproachfully at this sorry excuse for a pet. 

Reviews

American Gods – Neil Gaiman

So I’ve been reading this for a week now, and finished it Friday night, and it was a crazy ride. First thing you realise about this book is its weird, very weird, from the sometimes disjointed timeliness of the chapters, up to the many vastly detailed dream sequences. And I think it’s this weirdness that cements the book so solidly for me. It’s a book that makes itself singularly incomparable, in both theme and form. Neil Gaiman manages to perfectly capture and modernise the idea of God’s in a way that despite seeming completely impossible and ridicules, makes perfect sense. The characters seem very real, the gods even more so than the regular humans in the book, because the main human characters are so flawed, so inherently human that it’s hard to decipher whether you’re rooting for them or not. And this makes them loveable, of you agree with what they’re doing or not, you want them to do it. Gaiman’s rich attention to detail and vast amounts of research are blindingly obvious as each story within the story leaks just enough historical information for you to find yourself thinking, I know what this is about, before you get whisked away to another existential question on human existence. All in all this book is a lot like taking a ride on the world’s biggest carousel, Its odd, it’s loud and you quite often get the impression you shouldn’t be there, but one thing you do know is you certainly don’t want to get off. 

Mind in Writing

Hello

And here I am again, filling you with empty promises…

I want to blog, but I am weak! I am attempting again to blog as often as I can, if not everyday then as often as I can get to a computer or find ideas in my head. (Not always easy, i’m like a kitten with a laser pointer; easily distracted yet unbearably adorable)

So the blog might change, I’m gonna be doing a few things that are more than just writing, reviews etc. Mainly games, as I don’t know if I’ve plugged it very well, but me and one of my closest friends (@Ashleymacnicol1 follow her on twitter) make gaming Youtube videos! (You can find the link on my profile!) Also I’m gonna be doing a few book reviews, so if anybody knows and good layouts or frameworks I could steal for that, I would be much obliged. So you might see a bit more into what I (Actually) do with my time. I don’t envy you.

Well, please enjoy, and if you don’t, read me anyway, it makes me feel good about myself!

Unfinished Stories · Writing

Typical Friday Night

He opened up the fridge and counted, 7 slices of salami, half a pack of cheese, 3 tomatoes, a jar of mayonnaise, guardian of the outermost Vetraxi Dominion, 2 slices of leftover pizza, 2 out of date yoghurt pots and a carton of milk. 

Micheal reached in, took the pizza and a yoghurt and shut the door. He wandered through to the living room, took a seat on the less burnt side of the couch and flicked on the T.V. After a short channel surf he eventually ended up watching cartoons as he quietly ate. 

He went for his phone, felt it wasn’t on his pocket and sighed. Putting down his pizza Micheal walked out his front room and further down his corridor to where a large clear tarpaulin had been set up. He poked his head through this to the great dissaproval of the group of men on the other side. 

“You’re not supposed to leave the incident zone” A man in a dark suit snapped at him. 

“I haven’t” Micheal said gesturing to himself. 

“This isn’t some kind of joke boy” Grumbled another man in a lab coat, holding what appeared to be a cheap Walkman adorned with straps of LED’s. “You need to be-” 

“Can I have my phone back? ” Micheal cut in. 

The three men looked at each other for a short while until eventually the one in the dark suit produced a radio and mumbled some words into it. With a curt nod towards the third man, who had not yet spoken, also dressed in a lab coat, Micheal was eventually handed his phone. 

“We can see everything you do on it”

“Fine” said Micheal and trapsed back into the living room.