Including Three Word Wednesday and Totally Optional Prompts.
Have you had a go yet?
POLLY TICKS
Two simple facts – we have always been ruled by political ideology,
and all political ideology is wrong. What we should be doing is what
works – in any given situation, for any type of people. Central to
what works is, of course, the use of moderation in all things. Of
course, such an apolitical philosophy means centrist government, and
this is already showing it takes away choice. But this is the fault of
party politics. So why not begin to degrade the parties by
encouraging Independents? Let us have choice in the representative,
not the party.
Eye On the World
Writers’ Tips
The ‘Y’ Files
HEALTH NEWS: Govt changes
swine flu advice for pregnant women.
Confusion – again! Can this govt organise
anything, I wonder?
BRIT NEWS: Report says university fees for students who stay at
home should be axed. A lot of parents would really appreciate that.
WORLD NEWS: Number of over 65s set to outnumber
under 5s globally. This is why affluent pension
plans won’t succeed. Not enough
money earned.
HOW I WRITE
Ideas come, they must get out,
Frenzied, they scream and shout,
Sending impulses to the hand,
Keyboard fizzes, fills broadband;
Then after, as I take a rest,
I realise I’ve passed the writing test,
But don’t ask me how it was done,
It just happened – what fun!
THE WRONG STORY
Fiction: I’d often asked if I could ever have control of my existence.
I know, I’m not supposed to ask – not even capable of asking. My
existence isn’t my own and my destiny is in another’s hand. In one
way this is perfect, but I rebelled – found myself elsewhere. My
existence, you see, had been snared up for too long. Well, ‘elsewhere’
was strange. I didn’t recognize any of it. Nothing worked like I was
used to – gee, there was even a baby in a cradle in this place, and I
don’t do babies. I’m a totally different kind of guy – not into this
social guff. Anyway, to cut a long story short, my rebellion soon
came to an end. I saw the shadow first, and then it came at me
from above – this huge missile-like thing. I should have guessed it
was a pen, and as it made contact it scrubbed me out totally. And
I soon found myself re-written into a story where I belonged.
ROUND THE CORNER
Round the corner, what awaits,
Will it be a trick of fate?
Will it be horrors that unfold,
Pain and torture; demons untold?
Coming close, nearly there,
Remember: Beware!
© Anthony North, July 2009
