The books on the shelves changed every time you turned away. The words dripped from the pages like venom. By the time you got them home you did not know what you were going to find inside.
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Notes:
1. Written on May 8th, 2021
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Tales From The Town #20: Dimensional Perception
The goldfish swam about in their tank. Round and around and around. There was nowhere else for them to go.
“Do you think they can see us?” Daniel asked, as he peered in at them through the glass.
“I hope not,” Tina said. “How would you like it if you looked out the window and some strange giant was staring in at you?”
“Like David!”
“Or Simon!”
“That’d be so weird,” Daniel agreed.
“Anyway, of course they can see us,” Claire said. “They’re goldfish no blindfish!”
But what if their brains can’t even perceive our existence?” Tina said. “Like those frogs that can only see flies if they’re flying around like flies?”
“Those frogs are stupid!” Claire said. “My goldfish aren’t stupid.”
“You’re stupid!” Ethel said.
“I am not stupid!”
“Imagine if there’s things out there watching us right now that we can’t perceive,” Daniel said, as he peered slowly out the window. “Just because they don’t move like people!”
“Like David!”
“And Simon!”
“That’d be so weird!”
The goldfish swam about in their tank. Round and around and around. There was nowhere else for them to go.
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Notes:
1. Written on May 4th, 2021
2. I just realised that this is basically the end of that Moriarty episode on Star Trek
3. But with goldfish
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Jonathan sped out of the car park.
He sped down the street.
He sped along the bypass.
He sped past the beach.
He sped down the hill and round the roundabout and back up the hill.
He sped past the beach.
He sped along the bypass.
He sped up the street.
She sped into the car park.
Hand brake turn.
Full stop.
Engine off.
Pause.
Wind down the window.
Nod to the adjacent driver.
Cigarette butt out the window.
Smile.
Give them the eyes.
Engine on.
Wait.
Wait..
Wait…
There was no one in town who did not hear him go.
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Notes:
1. Written on the 7th and 8th of May, 2021
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I made some of these last time my niece and nephew came to stay, and now they were here again we made some more. They are every bit as pointless as before, but also quite nice (and this time my niece made one of them herself, and even those she’s only nine she’s already better at all this than me).
These ones were only 4 rather than 8 pages long because to be honest I completely forgot we made them 8 pages long last time.
Pocket Edition #5
The fire horses ran across the lake, and no one could catch them.
Mouth
It wasn’t as big as it should be.
Nose, or possibly a snout
This was as far as it came. We saw no more of whatever beast it might have been.
Eye
No one knew who was to blame
Pocket Tales #6
The Forbidden
No one had ever been beyond. Or if they had, had not yet returned.
The Locked
The key was lost. The contents became more desirable with every passing day.
The Lost
Nobody knew whose they were. They waited and waited and waited and waited and
Pocket Tales #7
The Bird (From Above)
A crow made of scorch marks upon the grass upon the hill.
The Moon (Again)
The moon had no face. They would never forgive those that said that it did.
A View
It wasn’t worth the climb, let alone the fall.
An Escape
Freedom always leaves the captors feeling sad. That makes it even sweeter.
Pocket Tales #8
Mirror
It shimmered as if it was the sea.
Snail Hug
It might have been small but it mattered the most.
Violet On Cliff
It waited for the day the sea would consume it.
Bird Bench
They waited for him to return, as if they were family.
Pocket Tales #9
Shoes
They had been up there now longer than most of us had been alive.
A Coat
It blew through the night like a ghost.
The Hat (A Metaphor)
The hat was very dignified, until it burned beneath the sun.
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Notes:
1. Written between 10th August 2021 and 12th August 2021
2. Pocket Tales #8 was written by my niece Florence
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“Mum! Mum! The eggs hatched!”
“The eggs?” Agnes said.
“The eggs at school!”
“They were in an incubator!” The way Ethel said this she made it sound like four separate words rather than one whole one – ‘ink you bay tor’.
“There were three chicks!”
“And two ducks!”
“And an alligator!”
“And a shark!”
“There wasn’t a shark?!” Agnes said.
“There was!”
“It drowned!”
“But in the air!”
“It was so sad!”
“It wasn’t that sad,” said Claire.
“It was.”
“It really was.”
“It was the saddest thing ever.”
“It does sound quite sad.”,” Agnes said.
“It wasn’t sad at all,” Claire insisted.
She looked out the window at the graves in the garden. She couldn’t understand why she wanted to cry.
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Notes:
1. Written on the 7th and 8th of May, 2021
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