Back in Motion

I’m back. What a break I have had. It was my first long break from technology, writing and reading.

It was more of a time to reflect on the world around me and to enjoy my mother’s 60th in Hobart, Tasmania with my family and partner.

Now I’m back and time to get back into motion with my online engagement.

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A Concrete Tomb

As requested by a follower.

I wrote a short story about my Hometown, Port Macquarie NSW Australia.

I thought I would write out of my comfort zone, completely out of my zone.

A thriller short-story.

Please leave feedback, it is a little bit long but it should only take a couple of minutes to read.

Thank you and enjoy ✌️😃

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The orange glow beamed through the lounge room’s window and onto Ethan’s face. He became conscious, his mouth was dry and his vision was distorted. It cleared and he saw both his parents’ corpses piled on one another, lying in a pool of dried blood on the cream-coloured carpet.

‘What have I done?’ said Ethan.

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Nihilism

A poem I wrote during my existential crisis during university. Enjoy.

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Is concern empty,

Or a means to do good?

Keep us locked in the woods,

from the truthful unseen.

 

Is it our way,

to break right from wrong?

A simple impasse to hinder the strong,

each night and day.

 

Construction of thought;

we test what is told

and all that is taught.

To find what we hold,

is endlessly fraught,

till we grow old.

 


 

#DWTSmith #nihilism

Tuesday Discussion

That time is here, and I have an intriguing discussion for today.


Writers – Do you write with pen or keyboard?

Why do you prefer your chosen format?

Readers – Do you prefer paper or electronically?

Why do you prefer your choice?


 

I love the direct contact to paper it helps me with my creative process. The direct physical contact to the word has a certain charm to it. It gives me a better sense of what I have accomplished and my handwritten paper is more “me.”

Also, after my first hand – written draft I type it onto my laptop,  thus my first edit. 

But even if you write on the computer, you might have different habits that allow you to better connect with your creative  side. 

The same goes for reading. I love the feeling of physically turning the page, grabbing a book and sitting in front of the fire; and seeing the progress with my personalized bookmark that my partner’s Auntie made me.

Leave your comments below. Please share this post to something that would have an opinion on this.

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#DWTSmith #paperback

A new chapter

Today I embark on a new chapter in my life. (I bit of personal information for my followers).

I am starting a new job as a Casual Teacher’s Aid in Children with Autism.

I am excited to be involved with children’s education and to try give them the best opportunity they have in life.

Today I will be in English and History, both subjects I adore and feel very comfortable with.

I hope everyone’s Monday has them excited about a new chapter they can embark on. If so, share below 😃 Have a splendid day.

#DWTSmith  #education 


Burimen Brothers – Part VII

#Fantasyfriday is here.

I know it’s Saturday but I was exhausted yesterday, and I forgot to post it.

Here it is and I hope you enjoy it.

and here are all the previous installments!

I,     II,    III,   IV, V and VI

Happy reading and please leave feedback, (constructive criticism is never taken personally) like, or tweet if you enjoy it. Thank you.

 


 

‘What does she mean by next test?’ I questioned Santhara in the arena’s seating.

‘Three elements of test,’ She answered, walking into the fighting pit.

I was still one with Iureth; she waited for my next command.

‘How do I become me again?’ I wriggled my waist, trying to detach myself. Iureth’s tail whipped back and forth, slamming into the wall.

‘Hey!’ Santhara yelled. I paused and noticed the damage I had done.

‘The same way you morphed, within your mind,’ she answered, climbing over the scattered debris.

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In the Darkness

house and moon


I watch the moon through the window;

sitting alone is a bad habit of mine.

Too many thoughts and floorboards creaking.

I stare at the white full-moon.

 

Lamington sky and an empty house beneath

my grandparents house. Built by them

and raised my mother and uncles.

 

In my memories they still live in there.

Christmas puddings shared along the long supper table,

a glow in the kitchen and living room.

Grandchildren laughing and running through rooms,

Parents talking in knitted jumpers, sipping brandy and wine.

 

A creak in the floorboard interrupts,

the house fades to black.

Black to staring at

the white full-moon.


 

 

#DWTSmith    #fullmoon

 

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Black Suits and Ties

train

Photo Source

A year ago, I wrote this short story whilst waiting at Central Station for my train.

I did a lot of writing while I commuted, it passed the time and there was a diverse range of people showing different character traits that I a could, as a writer, observe and write.

I hope you enjoy. I would appreciate some feedback if anyone has some to offer; I love constructive criticism.


 

“Next stop, Central Station. This train terminates at Central Station; please take all your belongings and rubbish with you. Thank you,” said the voice of the city rail train.

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Short or/ and Long-term Goals

Hello everyone,

I’m back and it feels grand to be exploring blogs, absorbing ideas and, most of all, engaging with my followers online.

I had an interesting few days and I was dying to post new ideas and thoughts.

At the start of my blog I aimed for 50 followers and week, that was 6 weeks ago and I just reached 450! A lot more than I had intended and I am more than thrilled to know that I have attracted my blog across the 5 oceans. Thank you to all of you.

There was a reason for my boasting and that was to start the weekly Tuesday discussion.

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