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“Can’t you write a happy story for once?” “Ok. So there’s this girl. And she likes a guy. But they live in different cities. They make it work anyway. The End.” “That’s depressing.” “That’s the best I can do.” Tess lets out a comic groan as she stands up and reaches for her cigarettes. She…

I have spare time at work but no good ideas to blog. I hope you gag on my bad writing. “But how do we go back?!” He gestures abruptly, his hands echo the volume of his words. She nods and quietly tolerates his melodrama. This is what she imagined adult womanhood to be: sitting back…

So Nancy Pearl Wannabe had a great idea for a blogger-powered Choose Your Own Blogventure. I signed up, and now here I am writing an ending. I have only actually read the story immediately preceding mine so don’t blame me for any plot holes or unfinished story. I did the best I could. Start of…

I am updating and re-posting old blog entires with new titles. This was originally posted on 22 July 2005 and was titled Airport Phone Call! The tone rings for the third time. This is the first time you’ve felt so nervous calling your girlfriend (ex-girlfriend?). “Hello? What’s going on?! Aren’t you meant to be flying…

I am updating and re-posting old blog entires with new titles. This was originally posted on 26 October 2004 and was titled A Walk in the Park. Sounds of children playing and laughing. The stage is filled with the usual sounds of a park in the afternoon. A BOY and a GIRL walk casually through…

I am updating and re-posting old blog entires with new titles. This was originally posted on 30 May 2004 and was titled Franklin is Crying. Franklin has spent his night crying. The last time he cried was during a sweat-soaked afternoon hauling a broken cupboard from his uncle’s truck to an arbitrary place in his…

“Yeah, it makes me want to start writing again.” “You should. I enjoyed reading.” That’s all the permission I need. Today’s task: five stories about writer’s block. I’ll break it up with some semi-related photos (all licensed under Creative Commons). mirrors by Jake Shears One “How old are you?” The mirror doesn’t reply. Sometimes, when…

I am updating and re-posting old blog entires with new titles. This was originally posted on 11 May 2004 and was titled Comatose. It’s 11pm. If he took these two girls home he would probably call it a night and go to bed. The non-comatose girl, a brunette, pleads with her big round eyes and…

I am updating and re-posting old blog entires with new titles. This was originally posted on 22 March 2004 and was titled Swimming in Chlorine. The rhythm of his breathing is so soothing. Resting her head on his chest feels like they in perfect sync; his breaths are hers and pretty soon their heartbeats will…

I am updating and re-posting old blog entires with new titles. This was originally posted on 18 March 2004 and was titled Sweet Talk. “You know you saved me that night. I was ready to do something I would have regretted.” She looks comfortable and confident now as she rolls another pair of underwear into…

Seven years working in this marketing job without a hint of job satisfaction since the first two weeks of his starting there. Adrian was the sort of everyman that aspiring writers across the globe wanted to weave into the centre of their novels; to paint the quiet agony of the faceless drone and represent the…

Am I right in thinking that you don’t deserve me? I’m a prideful person but I’m not boastful. I’m scared of ever asking more than I feel I’m owed. I don’t think I’m entitled to more than I need but I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve spent the longest time selling myself short. Deep…