Two years ago Dan Ayres, Jane Flett, Anna Geary Meyer, Tonisha Robinson, Tihana Romanic, Lesley Whitaker and Myself wrote a story together. Then we had Erin O’Loughlin edit it. We just dug it up again… It is out of control! Hah!
It began with a pencil sharpener, the one the boy used in front of her that morning. It began with the incessant turning of those blades, peeling every layer of wood around the tip, smoothing it out completely and leaving that liberating woodsy scent behind…
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We’re Not Dangerous
The building used to have a decent little library. At least that is what it looks like it was. We all felt compelled to explore the remnants of it at the beginning, looking for literature that was fitting to our state of mind, convinced that if we exercised our social knowledge, filled our brains with philosophical thought, maybe we could stop whatever it was that seemed to be affecting us…
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How to Make Stories
It starts in a basement.
You and many others are sitting there, have been sitting there, for ages, listening to stories. The stories are being read by invisible voices, and they demand your attention.
The thing is, even though you don’t know it yet, you will be tested.
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Suki’s Unabridged Journey to the Train of Thought
It was on a summer night that Suki jumped out of that train and into that basement, not a winter one. She remembers the stale cigarette smell, still feels it scratching the back of her throat as she talks about it.
The rooms were filled with graffiti and brimming with loud music. Suki sashayed through the narrow, smoky corridors and crowds of people, every so often wiggling her hips to the rhythm of Guantanamera…
When I have a fever I still feel like I must write; to draw its ugly face with words and rat it out to everyone that wants to punch its face with me. But when fever comes by, it doesn’t like to be mocked. It grabs my wrists and pokes my bones and this is all that comes out: the few words above that I can manage to type..
And somehow a memory of Michael Wolf’s Tokyo Compression…
Moonlight made me lose my creativity and drown in a pool of sleepless exhaustion. Moonlight made the little people in my head panic and throw the files of my life ALL OVER the creative department floor. They’ve announced a delay in creation until further notice. It’s not the first time it happens. Moon has been up to these tricks before. And as the little people now believe to have witnessed a fantastic occurrence – what a human being would call a crush, infatuation… even love – most of them have fallen into a state of catatonic ecstasy, refusing to carry on with work. Continue reading “LOVE OR MOONLIGHT”