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Ghostwriters

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They were huddled in the same room, as if in a crooked nest, some scribbling away, some, admittedly, were typing on small keyboards. At seemingly regular intervals, they would silently squabble as if their worlds mattered more than any of the others. It was a peculiar circle, with more sharp angles than you might envisage – you could feel the tingling tension zig-zagging around the table. There were some lights, but their warmth felt unsure, tentative, even scared of shining too bright, as the shadows would only grow deeper as a result. The trickling noise of tapping on the tables, the clicking of pens, keyboards, thin fingers scuttling across the surfaces, was only interrupted – almost as if on a loop – by a peculiar but all too familiar moan. It would hang in the air for a handful of seconds, haunting all present company, lingering just enough to become uncomfortable, only to slowly dissipate into the incessant scritching on paper, the constant clicking sound of keys.

No eyes looked up, no contact made between the figures in the circle, no movement other than what required for the production of more work, more words, more paper, more screens, more, more, more. Lines building upon lines, stories stacked up precariously and vanishing to other rooms, to other – much wider, much louder, much livelier – worlds.

 

Outside the building, in the growing chill of that autumn night, people passed by, entirely oblivious to the figures inside. It was as if they weren’t really there after all.

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NaPoWriMo 2015 Day 5 – Shellshock

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Dye the egg
wrap the paper
take the ribbon
tie the bow

One day a year
just the one day
a colourful hunt
a harmless hunt

Dye the egg
scrap the paper
take the ribbon
tie the bow

We burrow we dig
we hide we scuttle
bright eyed bushy tailed
spring in our step

Dye the egg
scratch the paper
scrape the ribbon
tie the bow

Don’t crack the shell
no ghost inside
one big machine
we’re cogs of a wheel

dye the egg
scrap the paper
scrape the ribbon
tie it now
dye tie dye tie

No one’s an island
this is an island
we are an island
a dessert island

bow now bow low
dye tie dye tie
die die die

[After I posted this, I realised what was running through my mind as I was writing: Neil Gaiman’s ‘Nicholas Was..’ and scenes from Rise of the Guardians. Credit where it’s post-due.]