I’m hoping you’ve all noticed I’ve had a guest/collaboration every Sunday for the last month. It’s something I’d like to continue. It’s an enjoyable break from my own work for me and folks seem to like hearing readings and seeing doodles of their own stories.
We love horror, humour and weird stuff. Think of Christopher Lee and Lucille Ball having a child. In a haunted house. In the Twilight Zone. With a laugh track stuck on ‘groan’.
I always give full credit and link backs to anyone who does a story for me. I also send a pile of artwork/audio/social media friendly things back to whoever writes us a post. If you’re interested in writing a story for the Fears, leave me a comment below or drop me an email to fears@gmx.co.uk and I can get the specifics of what’s needed over to you.
On my shoulders carrying the weight dreams broken left dying at my feet tears gathering never falling staring into the mirror hollowed eyes empty what can I say? You haunt me my dreams my desires. I want to walk forward forge a path but there you are foiling my way. Smoked delusions lay back watch starlight dance across the sky I hurt ache take a deep breath my pain hidden pushed down until forgotten. Not forgotten ignored smile plastered heart breaking you pass me by I wish you happiness while I sink to my knees memories overwhelming one after another bleed veins slashed sorry no blame no guilt I need to be free….. free of pain of hatred of life….. Bend not before my grave raindrops hard battering no salve for your conscious. Scars threaded black and blue you might hit me curled inwards words pierce slaughtering my soul my heart. Good night my sweet prince. Come just a little closer lean in feel that blade slip between your ribs. Fall to knees gasp cold grief stand above should have told you I am a psychopath.
Story by Jay-lyn Doerksen of daisymae874.wordpress.com. Check out Jay’s blog for more poetic poems. Thanks for the spooky vibes, Jay!
Serenity Blue for this weeks #Colour_Collective. I’m doing a lot of bland ones at the moment. I think I’ll keep doing them for a few more weeks, If I continue to feel uninspired, I’ll change them out for something else colour based. Maybe like the Saturday doodles I’ve posted on Twitter a few times?
‘HELP’ was spelt out across the floor in giant letters pulled off a cinemas signage. “I thought if anyone flew overhead…” sighed Copper.
Iron cleaned the dust off the letters. Copper gave her a thankful nod.
Above the entrance was a list of films and times. At the bottom of the sign was a sombre message. ‘The owner of the Hulley Cineplex has passed away. His funeral service will be held at 2:10, 4:20, 8:30.’
Iron smirked. “You like puns too, aye?” asked Copper.
In 2003, I went to the third Lord of the Rings preview. We were a couple of minutes late, but front row seats. The projector malfunctioned during the adverts. The manager came in and said the screening was cancelled. I heard a grown man/passionate orc scream “I’ve waited 10 years for this!”
As I laughed out loud, my mate grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the cinema. I realised on the way out, the whole cinema was filled with people dressed as orcs, elves, dwarves, goblins and whatever else is in Lord of the Rings. We were the only people dressed in jeans and shirts.
I don’t know if the cinema owner survived. We got a refund from the box office and were out of the cinema before anyone else emerged from the screen. Do orcs eat humans? RIP cinema manager guy.
I think that was the last time I went to the cinema… Yikes…
They left the school and returned to the main road. Buildings had sunk further than others into the ground here. The roofs of houses and odd chimneys were all that was left peeking out of the soil. In some places, there would be a dark and dusty patch where a house once stood.
One building was noticeably absent. The Spanish magic show house. Un Dos had vanished without a tres.
Today’s video took an hour for YouTube to process and I’m getting a ‘processing’ message on the creators studio page. Apologies if it’s a bit wonky for ya to watch.
Thirty minutes of Coppers tinkering passed. Computers deconstructed all over the room. She had a bag full of spares.
“That’ll keep us going,” said Copper. “This place looks like a tip though…”
Iron beeped and whirred an acknowledgement and looked about the wreckage. She wasn’t sure what sort of tip Copper meant, but she felt it was a good tip.
It’s a simple skill. Dead easy! I taught a Skillshare lesson on it while practising my screen recording. How to convert a hand-drawn doodle into a digital graphic. (link! skl.sh/2G40lMs ).
It currently has 237 students with 100% review.
Wait… What? You mean this simple skill isn’t common knowledge? This silly little course is helpful and well rated? Huh… Who’d of thunk it…
But hey, there’s a lesson there right. Sometimes, if you work really hard, you too can be a sunflower.
No, wait, that’s not it…
If you put a character everywhere, you can fill a blog post with stupid amounts of links (link! littlefears.co.uk/?p=8458 ).
No… That’s still not it…
It’s something more like, we all have little skills we take for granted. Try putting them out there.
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