August 11th, 2008 admin
Ladies and Gentleman, you knew I was going to say that didn’t you. I’m very happy and relieved to be here today, it’s always nice to be at a wedding that isn’t your own.
Bride was looking nervous earlier today, so I asked her what the problem was. She told me she was nervous and afraid that she wouldn’t remember what to do. As the best man I just knew it was my chance to show how much I really hadn’t learned so far. So I told her to just remember three things; first the aisle, because that is where she’d be walking down. Secondly, the alter because that’s where she would arrive and finally, the hymn because that’s the type of song we’ll sing during the service.When she was walking up the aisle I was surprised to hear her repeating these three words. Aisle, Alter, Hymn - Aisle, Alter, Hymn. Eek. Seriously though, Bride told me she’d go to hell and back for Groom; now they’re married she’s well on her way ! Well, love is one long sweet dream so I guess marriage must be the alarm clock.
I asked Groom why Bride was getting married in white. He told me it’s so she would blend in with everything else in the kitchen. Mind you, I asked Bride earlier why she was looking frustrated and keeps reading the marriage license over and over; she told me she was desperately looking for a loophole. I’ve heard that married life can be very frustrating; in the first year of marriage, the man speaks and the woman listens. In the second year, the woman speaks and the man listens. In the third year, they both speak and the neighbors listen. Remember Groom, now you’re married, it’s important that when you’re having discussions with your new wife, that you always get these last two words in “Yes Dear”. Groom needs to remember that it doesn’t matter how often a married man changes his job, he still ends up with the same boss.
On a serious note, I’d like to thank you all for being here today, and I’d like to thank everyone involved in organising such as splendid day.
I think all I have to do now is wish this radiant couple all the good luck, health and happiness in the world.
May I ask you all to stand, and raise your glasses where the Bride’s father will propose the toast - and it won’t be pate!
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April 23rd, 2008 admin
Standing under the lonely tree I felt somewhat sheltered from the storm beyond. Every now and then a drip of rain would work its way down the branches, onto the leaves and plop onto my face - but I did not mind - the comfort and safety that the tree afforded was worth every drip. I took a deep breath and tasted the smoky air around me - even the rain seemed not to keep the burning clouds at bay any longer. I shook the rain from my hair and brushed my hands across my face, then after stealing an extra moment beneath natures own shelter I headed back into battle.
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April 15th, 2008 admin
Dark sunshine came unexpected,
I never knew there would come a time.
But the susurrous soon projected,
A world of dark sunshine.
Like a fool I lived with glee,
I lived with little concern.
But this dark sunshine is upon me,
And the light may not return.
I fell gladly into your spell,
But now I am left to resign,
Not even a fond farewell,
Just a sky of dark sunshine.
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April 15th, 2008 admin
“Can anyone hear me? I am broadcasting on all available short wave radio channels. If you can hear me my name is Daniel Jagris. Is anyone out there?”
Daniel turned the dial on the meter and spoke again.
“If you are receiving this then please contact the London Times and let them know I am here. I repeat. If you can hear me then please contact London Times. I am trapped here and cannot escape without assistance. This is an SoS on all frequencies - please, someone must be out there?”
A fizzle then a crackle then smoke emerged from the device.
“This is the last time I can broadcast on these channels, my name is Daniel Jagris, reporter with the London Times. I have been pushed into some forsaken place during an electromagnetic storm. You have to help me…”
Power drained from the device and Daniel stood, desperate to finish his plea - watching solemnly as the last working device that he could use drained of power. He dropped to his knees and held his head in his hands. “Someone, please help me” he told himself. He looked up once more, then around, nothing but a hazy purple mist surrounded him.
He felt dizzy again and blacked out.
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April 8th, 2008 admin
Hear a whisper, hear a chant,
Hear the sound of a far off rant.
Take a moment to open your eyes,
Lift your head toward the skies.
Smell the dew in their air,
Wave your head like you just don’t care.
Walk a while then stop and rest,
Enjoy you life and don’t get stressed.
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April 5th, 2008 jasons
I’m not really sure what time it was when I regained consciousness, all I remember is a flash, then being hit hard across the back of the head and falling to the ground. I can’t even recall the moment when I first realised I was alone, and I don’t just mean in the alleyway.
I tried thinking really hard about the events that led up to my attack but the pounding on my head was drumming through any concentration I could muster. I recall reaching my hand up to my head and realising it was bleeding, then I felt the water on the ground where the rain had been drizzling, I’d gathered myself up and started to try and find some help.
The inn was empty when I got there, the door creaking against the breeze was the only respite in what would otherwise have been silence. I felt awkward at first, not wanting to help myself in case someone appeared and thought I was up to some mischief, but eventually I decided no one was going to arrive. Looking back, I suppose that could have been the first moment that I realised things were not quite the same anymore.
I grabbed a bar towel in one hand and an ice bucket in the other. Grabbing a handful of ice I wrapped it up in the towel. I pulled up a stool at the bar, sat down and pushed the cold compress against my head. The cold icy sensation brought shivers down my spine, not a feeling I could highly recommend.
I decided I needed a drink to calm my nerves, I reached for a glass, turned it over and poured a drop of brandy into it. After I drank it down I felt better. I poured a little more, but not too much. I knew that if I were to stand any chance of figuring out what had happened, I needed to keep my mind clear,.
Looking around the bar I felt uneasy, there were drinks on the tables, and more than the usual number of smashed glasses on the floor. I switched on the television in the corner of the room. Ah, life at last. I flicked the channels trying to find a news channel. I flicked to CNN but there was just an empty studio. Other programmes were ok, but I was later to discover these were must have been prerecorded - anything was live was just - empty.
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April 4th, 2008 admin
Friend, if by chance you should happen upon these journals then I am afraid my fate has taken a turn for the worse. If this is so then I urge you my friend not to pursue after me for where I have been I would wish upon no one, and where my path has led me is too terrifying a nightmare to even speak of, yet through these journals I will try and explain using whatever sanity I have left inside of me.
As I sit here upon this rocky crevice I wonder where to start this account, and perhaps some explanation of who I am may be as good a starting place as any. My name for that time when having a name really mattered is Johnathan Daniels. I was born in 1883 in Surrey. That place seems so far away from me now and the years so dim in the past that perhaps they passed by in the blink of an eye. I have lost count of the current year as I have been travelling these passes for so long and now feel I am on the final leg of my journey which is why I am pausing to account my experiences.
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April 1st, 2008 admin
“There … there we are again” I shouted as I pointed out of the window. I took my eyes off the road just long enough to start drifting towards the verge and I got close enough to the other vehicle to see my own curious eyes staring back at me. I couldn’t stop the car as the traffic was pretty heavy and before I could have the other car would have been long gone.
“It’s your imagination” Meg said. “You’re starting to sound a little paranoid.”
“Are you BLIND!! Are you seriously telling me you didn’t see us?”
“I saw a car similar to ours, but that’s all - it was too bright to see inside and let’s face it - it just isn’t going to happen is it. Now can we please get something to eat. Pull over there at that burger place.”
I shook my head in disbelief. I know it sounds strange but when you pass yourself on the road it’s going to be strange but the worst thing is that Meg didn’t see it, or at least she said she didn’t see it. It must have been over a dozen times that we’ve passed ourselves now so she just has to be at least the slightest bit curious. Surely?
“They are always going the other way - like they are somehow just ahead of us by a few minutes. It’s like they get their first and we follow up a few minutes later.”
Meg said nothing for a few moments then she said “Food, now”.
I sighed and pulled in the burger joint. These drive throughs aren’t as good as they used to be - and fast food it definitely isn’t. There was a car in front of us and as it pulled away I followed in its tracks up to the ordering window.
“Did we miss something?” said the attendant.
“Miss something?” I asked.
“Two burgers with cheese, a tea and a latte wasn’t it? You need to go to the other window to complain I don’t do the food here I just take the order.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked. “We haven’t ordered any food yet!”.
Meg looked across at me “Just get me a cheeseburger and a tea. You having a latte?” she whispered.
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March 31st, 2008 admin
I often stare at the clouds. It’s my special time - my quiet time. Sometimes I stare at the clouds for hours. The clouds see everything and they pass by slowly and quietly - unless there is a storm of course and during those times the clouds are really something to wonder at. Some days I could stare at the clouds for the whole time. Now and then a plane streaks by and other times - if it is a really good day then I see a flock of birds heading off for a fly. I sometimes wish I could fly - mind you, sometimes I wish I could walk or even stand. My back should be better soon - I hope - but no one is telling me anything. I’ve been here for months now but at least I am by the window and I can watch the clouds drift by.
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March 26th, 2008 admin
Did you ever leave a conversation and later think “I wish I had said…”? Well I can.
It was when I first realised I could stop time that the pointlessness of this ability hit me. After all, what is the point of being able to literally stop time and space without the ability to move within it? You see, when I stop time everything becomes solid - even the air around me. My body remains in a fixed state until I restart time again. I cannot move my arms, my legs, my head. I cannot even move my eyes and yet I am fully aware that I have stopped time and my mind and brain still works. I can still see. Imagine looking through a fixed telescope at a roadside billboard and you get some idea of what it feels like to be me.
In fact it hasn’t turned out to be completely pointless because I have come to realise that it gives me one small advantage. This advantage is the opportunity to simply pause for thought. In doing so I appear to have become the king of witty retorts, the agony uncle of understanding and the daddy of all put downs. In addition, as a knock on effect, I appear to have become a good listener.
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