Nerd Church - Short Story: Over the Rain

 

This story was originally published in the Medium publication Promptly Written in response to this writing prompt from Bella Smith:

— During a relentless rainstorm, two old friends reconcile their differences over a cup of coffee.

Over The Rain

Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay

Nerd Church - Short Story: The Lady Klara, The Prince Matteo

This is a fantasy short story that first appeared in the 'Promptly Written' publication on Medium, in response to the following prompt by Ravyne Hawke:

Conceptual theme — Villain
Twosome — Dreadful and Deadly

I'm actually quite proud of this one, so I hope you like it! 😅

Warning: general violence (mostly of the stabby kind,) blood, injury, murder, implied war, loss of autonomy

The Lady Klara, The Prince Matteo

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

Micropoetry From A Whole Bunch Of Months

...Specifically: October 2023 + December 2023 + April 2024 + August 2024

Yes, I know this is a weird combination of months.

Honestly? I kept forgetting to make the graphics, and it just ended up this way 😅

Those with screen readers - the poetry is in the alt-text of the graphics, with forward slash marks for line breaks

Poetry: An Echo

Originally published in the Medium publication 'The Brain Is A Noodle' for the prompt '#WritingPrompt #ShansPoetryPrompt: polaroid moments, write a poem about a moment you wish you’d captured' set by the lovely Lucy Dan



Warning: grief

An Echo

‘Looking for pieces of broken hourglass

Trying to get it all back, put it back together

As if the time had never passed’

 — Fall Out Boy, Bishops Knife Trick

Image by Jürgen from Pixabay

Nerd Church - Short Story: Unwitnessed

Originally published in Promptly Written on Medium, for this prompt by Ravyne Hawke:

Write a ‘moody’ piece around any of the following:

— a fresh perspective
— a lingering thought
— a lost moment in time

Warning: implied violence

Unwitnessed

Image by StockSnap from Pixabay

Nerd Church - Short Story: Gravel-Crunch

This is another Anna Sinclair short story - if you don't know what that is, then you may or may not want to read the previous stories first.

If you do, here they are:

• New Money

• Living the Dream

If you don't - the briefest of re-caps:

Anna Sinclair rocks, she swears a lot, and she's got some kind of feud going with some rich boys called Miles and Tony Addison, relating to some money. At least some of said money is currently down Anna's bra.

Now you pretty much know everything I do about her 😅

Warning: alcohol

Gravel-Crunch

A short story about one Anna Sinclair.

Image by André Rau from Pixabay

Nerd Church - Short Story: Everyone Is Born With A Void

This story was originally published on the Promptly Written publication on Medium, in response to the following prompt from Ravyne Hawke:


Write a story around the following:

— a bottomless pit
— a moment of despair
— a hopeful or hopeless outcome

Warning: this story contains injury imagery, including acid burns, and also centres on mental health issues (depression,) and hopelessness.

Everyone Is Born With A Void

This is Emmeline's.

Nerd Church - Short Story: Living the Dream

So this is another instalment of my 'Snapshots of Anna Sinclair' series from Medium.

If you want to see the first one - New Money - on Dora Reads, then you can do so here.

Hope you enjoy!

Warning: brief references to domestic violence and prison

Living the Dream

Good morning, Anna Sinclair

Image by Marco Wolff from Pixabay

Poetry: Free Verse

Originally published in the Medium Publication 'The Brain Is A Noodle' for the writing prompt 'write the poetry that’s in your heart, break the rules, be yourself (wait, this sounds like Ms. Frizzle’s line, oops! She’s an iconic inspiration for us all.)' set by the lovely Lucy Dan.

I decided to fill the prompt by writing an unedited poem - the only things I changed from the first draft were formatting and typos.

...You can tell that it really is unedited because even now, over a year later, I want to remove the line 'Oh burgeoning soul' 😅

Nerd Church - Short Story: Mornings Dawn, Whether You Want Them To Or Not

 

Originally published in the Medium publication Promptly Written, for the quote-prompt '“Some people live just looking for someone to die for.”― Dominic Riccitello' set by Ravyne Hawke.

Warning: this story deals with grief a lot, as well as generally discussing death and related topics.

Mornings Dawn, Whether You Want Them To Or Not

Image by Martina Bulková from Pixabay

Nerd Church - Short Story: Bex Is On Her Own

Originally published in the Medium publication Promptly Written, for the following prompt set by Ravyne Hawke:

Use any or all of the following concepts for a story:

— ancient runes/ruins
— a ghostly appearance
— danger is afoot!

Content Warning: I’m not sure what happened to this woman, but I don’t think it was anything good — I felt like I should add a warning, but it was kind of difficult to figure out what for exactly. So just be *waves hands* generally careful!

Bex Is On Her Own

A horror-ish short story

Nerd Church - Short Story: Some Space

A short story originally published in the Medium publication 'Promptly Written,' and based on a prompt by Ravyne Hawke.

The prompt:

Write a ‘moody’ piece around the following:

— out of this world
— wonderstruck
— a dark night

Some Space

Path descending towards the Rhondda Valley by Gareth James, CC BY-SA 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons

Nerd Church - Short Story: The Greatest Thieves

A short story originally published in the Medium publication 'Promptly Written'

The Greatest Thieves

...do not take jewels.

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

Micropoetry - May + June 2023

Yes, you read the post title correctly - this is the Micropoetry wrap-up for May and June.

Yes, you are correct - it is August.

Why am I so late with this? 

A combination of 'haven't got around to it,' and 'just plain forgot.' (Sorry! 😅 )

The first one is written in my accent/dialect, because that's the way it was rattling around my head, so that's the way it got posted.

...It was the only way to stop it from going round and round in my head, OK?

I don't think it's that incomprehensible but then... it's also how I talk. So... *shrugs*

(And yes, I do say 'aye' to mean 'yes' sometimes in regular conversation. Many people here do. #NowYaKnow)

Here we are then, May and June's micropoetry:

As always, for those using screen-readers, the poetry will be in the alt-text of the graphics with / marks for line-spaces.

Nerd Church - Short Story: New Money

This was first published by me in the Medium publication Promptly Written.

This is the first story I wrote which featured a character called Anna Sinclair - to date, I've written three stories about her, and given her her own Medium list titled 'Snapshots of Anna Sinclair.' (She won't leave me alone, so I've given in and accepted it.)

Content Warning: one potential drug reference. (Yes, I said ‘potential’ — it’s a little ambiguous, even to me 😅)

New Money

Image by André Santana AndreMS from Pixabay

Poetry: Answers

This poem was originally published by me in the Medium publication The Brain Is A Noodle, for the writing prompt 'unreliable narrator'

Answers

'Everything I've done
I've done for you
I move the stars for no-one'

- David Bowie, Within You (Labyrinth Soundtrack)

Image by Brigitte Werner from Pixabay

Nerd Church - Short Story: Crystal Clarity

 

This story was originally published in the Promptly Written publication on Medium by yours truly, in response to the prompt 'Either dream or reality' from editor Ravyne Hawke.

Crystal Clarity

Image by meineresterampe from Pixabay 

He stepped out onto the crystal deck. Unable — unwilling — to look through the refracted layers of light beneath his feet.

It seemed so fantastical. A miracle of modern craftsmanship and engineering, they called it. He hated it.

Layers of quartz and glass melded into one another to create this sturdy viewing platform, over the crater. It didn’t seem real. And yet… it was strong beneath him. Physical.

He wouldn’t look down, through the surface, the prism, the light. Instead he looked across at the crater itself, ragged, raw, a bleeding wound on the landscape.

They told him the platform was very beautiful — stark contrast, they said, with the catastrophe it looked out upon. But he kept his eyes resolutely ahead, away from the glimpses of sublime achievement beneath him.

Beauty had no place here — not like this. No matter how much the tourists clicked and clacked across the quartz and crystal, oohing and ahing, he would not look down.

He wondered how many of them had even taken a videogram or a panoramiograph of the real attraction — the reason the platform was even here: the ugly crater which once held so many hopes, dreams, lives. None of them seemed to care.

They’ll tell people they visited this place. Not quite the truth.

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Nerd Church - Short Story: The Midday Sun

 

I have a bunch of stories from Medium that I was thinking about posting here once a month-ish, because why not? (Possibly gonna regret asking that! 😅)

This story was originally published by yours truly in the Promptly Written publication on Medium, for the following prompt, set by Ravyne Hawke:

‘Write a ‘moody’ piece around the following:

— a monumental decision
— confusion
— a fork in the road’

The Midday Sun

Image by Ruben from Pixabay 

Poetry: Created

 

This poem was originally published by me in the Medium publication The Brain Is A Noodle, for the writing prompt 'writing as a breathing organism'

Created

‘There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.’ — Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

 

Nerd Church - Short Story: A Broken Princess

This is a (very) short story, first published by yours truly in the Medium publication EwhyE after I found it languishing in an old notebook.

Content warning: refs. to violence/murder. 

Also whatever spell my mother put on me to stop me from swearing doesn't seem to work on fiction, so this is quite sweary - and without *'s for once!

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