Burn the Mince Pies!
Over-indulging over Christmas has led to the inevitable love handles and general doughy appearance of my torso. Much of the exercise from the autumn has been successfully undone, and now it is time to address this issue with much haste. Tonight was out first night...
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Too Busy Writing to Write
I've been somewhat busy the past week or so. The usual workload aside, I've been participating in NaNoWriMo - National Novel Writing Month. For those who haven't heard of it, what started off as a creative writing project in the USA back in 1999 has now become a...
Doodling All Day
“Mister Rivenberg! Will you please stop doodling and do some work! You’ll never get anywhere in life if you just sit there drawing all day!” My teachers always told me off for doodling. My workbooks would be littered with seemingly random scribbles of off-topic...
Nightbook
First, I will set the scene, as all good storytellers should. It is late on a Friday evening, but thanks to a shared case of the common cold we are laying in bed. My wife is already asleep in a cocoon of duvet nestled between two hot water bottles. She’s been snoozing...
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She was
she was beautiful in the most unique and special way as only a complete stranger can be… at least in my mind... every inch of her skin glowed as if reflecting the shimmer from her perfectly styled shoulder-length hair… I dreamed at that moment of a hundred years of...
Special Girl
They stared at her amazed. But they would never know her secret. She couldn't really fly. She just hovered and let the world spin beneath her. - Rivenberg
Susan
She'd stopped looking at me when I spoke to her. It's been 7 years now And she's only grown colder. I'm halfway through telling her about my day, just moments after I've walked in. She walks out. I don't know why I still take time to care for her. Somehow everything...