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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 24 – Nothing

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‘The child’s laughter is pure until he first laughs at a clown.’

I never really thought about those words. They were just a little note from the early years, when I was still looking for inspiration. I do remember them though, even now. When I was pure. Before I laughed. Before I smiled. The words make me smile.

you are nothing

I cannot remember the first time. The first sound. The first smile. I was not pure the first time. I knew who I was, but I knew nothing. I was nothing, really. But I was inspired, I was passionate. It filled something. I remember the first time.

you are

So I tried again. Hiding my face. In fear. Anxious, nervous, excited. Facing the truth.
Help rebuild from inside. Bring a smile to their face. Sounds of pure laughter. Again.
And again.

you are the son of man

‘Nothing will come of nothing.’ Another note? Same book I think.
I cannot make myself out of nothing. Be pure.

And so I gather my tools, night after night, and choose my new face.
Night after night, the show must go on. I slide into the crowd, as nothing.
Search for a new one. I am nothing without a face. Nothing. Just a tool.

you are

Before I leave the room, I look in the mirror one more time.

Skin as white as bone, nose as red as blood, lips as blue as a corpse.
High-pitch laughter shrieking in the dark.

you

NaPoWriMo 2015 Day 17 – Hello

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Hello? Is anyone there?
Oh, good! I thought I was alone here.
I can’t really see what’s going on, and that was starting to creep me out. My eyes don’t seem to want to adjust to the darkness. Have yours? Are you alone?
I mean here, of course, not in the universe, or in life. I mean, that too! God, I hope I’m not boring you.

It’s just, I think I’m really freaking out now. Everything’s dark, I don’t know where I am, where we are, who brought me here I just woke up man just woke up like this here and I have no idea no idea what.

I’m sorry. It’s ok, I’m breathing, calming down. Whew. But it is all very strange, unsettling, just finding myself here. I don’t know where here is even, I don’t know what I did, what happened, how I got here. It’s fine to freak out right? I’m sure you’re freaking out too, over there.

Why aren’t my eyes adapting though? I’ve been here for ages. I’ve rubbed them, blinked, there’s nothing in the way. Should I try touching them? Would that be bad? I might infect them or something, I touched something slimy earlier. Maybe I should leave them alone.

Maybe it’s a bad dream, right? All this, just a dream…

Jeez, I haven’t even let you say anything yet! I’ve just been rambling on along by myself. Sorry sorry. What is your story?

Hello..?

Are you still there?

Is anyone there..?

Hell–

NaPoWriMo 2015 Day 11 – Prime Care

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Satisfied, satiated smiles.
All the time.

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.]

NaPoWriMo 2015 Day 3 – The Blue Dress

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So, weirdest thing at work today. Father of two, happily married, shows up on my table.
Preliminary report is useful as always, but hey.

‘neighbours unsure about the events, no one appears to have heard anything,’ ‘twin girls (two) found playing on the landing outside the bedroom,’ ‘body on the double bed, inside the room’

Hah. Mostly inside the room, from what I saw.

He was wearing a blue dress that would’ve been too small, had the limbs not been ripped from the torso. As I said, mostly. The man’s face had been made-up by inexpert hands: too big a lipstick smile, too much shadow on the eyes, mascara tracks on cheeks. Very shaky, not a good job, but they knew what went where for the most part.

‘remains of tye-dye around mouth area,’ ‘possible poisoning,’ ‘forced ingestion’

He would’ve resisted being fed something. Even if he did know the person. But we did find something else for the report, in the wounds.

‘fragments of hard plastic and vinyl,’ ‘traces of glass,’ ‘synthetic fibre’

Their other father still hasn’t been found. We do know he’s dead, though. He has to be, with his arms and legs adorning his husband’s body. That blue dress really did not work on either, and the blood red was no improvement. Heh. Sorry. Morgue humour. But yes, limbs taken off one, stuck on the other, like a giant mix-and-match toy. Yeah, as I said, weird.

…what do you mean, what were the girls playing with?

How to Scare You

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As the November chill
starts to creep in
ever so softly

as you walk home
along darker roads
ever so swiftly

as the sharp wind cuts
through your warmth
consider this:

I could cut out for you
some time to kill,
as dawn turns into day
and day into dusk
into night.

I could make you
and all your worries
simply disappear,
vanish where no one
will see.

I could offer you
my whole beating heart
on a cold platter,
my hands reaching out
to yours.

I could cook for you
and we shall feast
on whatever remains
once the light has come
and gone.

I could prepare you
for what awaits
I could tell you
what will come
I could show you
what I’ll do

So come closer,
don’t be afraid.
See? I’m smiling.

Meating

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“Pleased to meet you, do come in! You must be my eleven thirty, about young Thomas? Great potential in the boy, nice brains behind his attitude. Very, very nice brains…”
It stood up, hobbling on mismatched legs. Limping, it approached the concerned couple, one arm outstretched, looking for a handshake. The other arm lay lifeless on the desk.
“Allow me to introduce myself: my name is Mr – and I’m…”, it mumbled something that sounded very much like, but not quite, teacher. “Yes, I was part of a new positive discrimination scheme to allow even more under-represented communities to contribute and take part in academia”, it said, smiling. Though it was getting weary.
The job could take its toll, being so lively and warm-hearted all the time. It was constantly afraid about falling apart under too much pressure. And it could sense what was in their minds. It could smell it.
“I do, yes”, it replied, “I understand that there are rules against beating, but no one mentioned tastin– testing what the pupils are made of. In fact, I make them run… classes on their own, once in a while. See how they’ll work in a challenging environment, prove their leadership skills, savour their… their…” It could smell them. Terribly distracting. It was getting hungry.
It picked up the arm from the desk, and glanced at the wrist watch – the next appointment wasn’t until noon. It looked back at the couple, and smiled.
Lunch time.