Tag Archives: life in general

Post It Note Philosophy #18

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In this age of the immediate and the temporal, creativity that abandons the sanctity of tradition becomes superficial and disposable. Creativity is not beholden to tradition yet is informed by it, understanding its origins and genesis. Honouring tradition gives you permission to stand on the shoulders of your predecessors.

Very Short Story – Hot Chips as a Sustained Metaphor

For the full title: The Use of a Common Takeaway Comestible, Hot Chips, as a Sustained Metaphor for the Defining Characteristic of a Relationship

I.

They pooled their meagre resources, enough to buy hot chips; an impromptu first date. Their fingers touched reaching for the last chip.

II.

What do have last period?

Maths. You?

Study. Let’s skip it.

And do what?

Get some hot chips.

She hesitated.

Come on.

Yeah, ok.

III.

He watched her fresh from the surf, scoffing hot chips. The salt from the sea & chips crusted on his lips. Did her lips taste the same?

IV.

The 3am kebab gurgled ominously in his stomach. He reached for the communal hot chips.

“Bad idea.”

“Nah, I’m right.”

An eruption ensued.

V.

Wedding dress and suit hung over the backs of chairs. Seated in underwear they quietly ate from a bowl of hot chips.
“To Mr and Mrs.”

VI.

A Saturday night family ritual: paper for crockery and fingers for cutlery, eating fish’n’chips from the centre of the table, licking salty fingers.

VII.

Wearing Sunday best, seated in the corner of the takeaway, they shared a meal of fish’n’chips with plastic cutlery.

Old times, he said.

Post It Note Philosophy #16

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Creativity is not about talent and aptitude; skills and techniques can be taught and learned.

Creativity is about the ability to listen, to perceive, to understand so that when you speak in your chosen medium, your voice is clear and articulate.

Post It Note Philosophy #15

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Creativity is the act of recreating, reversing, repurposing, reimagining, redirecting, redesigning. Its genesis is an awareness of the past, influenced by the present and focused on the future.

Have You Read A Very Short Story Today? Part 5

In between pontificating on aspects of creativity, living a creative life, and putting edits on my novel or throwing words at my novella, I like to continue playing with the very short form of fiction.

Here is this week’s round up of twitfic. And yes, there are not one, but two, fart jokes (I’m so mature).

I.

“Every time you slam the door a fairy loses its wings,” her mother yelled. She leant against the door and waited for the wings to float down.

II.

Beneath the starry expanse she placed a mirror on the grass; a square of sky on the ground. “On Earth as it is in Heaven,” she intoned.

III.

“Check out this view of Earth!”

They crammed into the small viewing port.

“You called me over ’cause you farted?”

“Yep.”

“Arsehole.”

IV.

Cuddled on the couch the stench wafted up nostrils.

“Romance is dead,” she said, shifting away.

“I tend to think of it as foreplay,” he said.

V.

Putting a pen into the cassette’s cog he respooled the mangled tape. He wanted to hear her voice one more time before it was erased.

VI.

The day her hair began falling out she pruned the roses; denuding it to a thorned stem and waited for the first hint of regrowth.

VII.

He selected his favourite brown paper bag containing photos, Lego pieces, textas and a marble.

“I am the collector of broken things.”

VIII.

He collected the sacred writings from public toilet walls and began to preach, “Today is the bidet of salvation.”

IX.

“We are all competent liars,” she said. “The truth lies in the one you believe in.” She leaned in and sealed her lips to his.

Post It Note Philosophy #14

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At the heart of creativity is the belief in the power of the story, the image, the music to transform, to develop understanding and to be understood.

Post It Note Philosophy #13

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Creativity begins as a conversation the artist has within himself. He asks the hard questions of himself in order to create. When he has created he is able to share it with the audience and promote, precipitate or provoke a conversation.

Have You Read A Very Short Story Today? Part 4

A smorgasbord of twitfic from the past couple of days, and a bonus poem. The content ranges from absurdist romance, existential contemplation and a nod to childhood games and Indiana Jones.

On Friday I will post a bonus themed set of twitfic based on the idea of light.

Today’s Menu

I.

He pegged his clothes in semaphore, glancing over the fence to see if the neighbour responded. The following day her own code answered.

II.

He patted the black dog sprawled like a blanket over his feet making it hard to get up. “I think it’s time to go, Old Yella,” he said.

III.

The handwritten note taped to his bedroom door read, “Teh floor iz lava.” “This will make getting to bed a bit tricky,” he said.

IV.

The thin shaft of light from the curtains divided the lounge room in half. He prepared to cross, wondering if there were poison arrows.

V.

“It’s a matter of perspective. Are you coming or going?” he asked.

“From there to here or here to there?”

“Wherever your feet lead.”

VI.

Their connection sparked as they reached for toilet paper. But he knew it wouldn’t work; she reached for 2-ply while he grasped 3-ply.

VII.

Koi circled over, under; a universe expanding, contracting as their tails flowed like comets and mouths as black holes consumed food.

And today’s bonus poem.

While I sit on my bike
At the level crossing
The bells sound ding-da-ding
Red and white arms crossed
Then open and beckon
A thousand paths

Glass Jar of Tadpoles – Micropoetry

Glass jar of tadpoles
Wriggling and writhing
Curiosity’s metamorphosis
Into nomenclature and sequence
Losing the art of play

Sometimes prose is limiting, even more limited by 140 characters, but poetry can open up the ideas with fewer words and more imagery. I began this as a Very Short Story on twitter but modified it to a poem to get my idea across.

Button Up – Very Short Story

This evening a friend who is participating in National Novel Writing Month asked for some prompts to help them along while writing today.

Someone wrote this: “Mismatched buttons sliding around the bottom of the underwear drawer.”

My mother used to have a plastic ice cream container of buttons. I have no idea where they all came from; I assume years of extraneous buttons collected from clothes or the bottom of the washing machine.

It sparked this piece of twitter fiction:

He scooped a handful of mismatched buttons & let them scatter on the table into a random alphabet of hand-me-downs, wishing for his own.