This week, the illustrious folks over at
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You’ll find my drabble down below… it’s plenty dark, I reckon, so please venture with caution.
Keep your head up and your eyes peeled.
The first couple of lines came to me in a flash while I was in the shower last night. Don’t you love when that happens? I sure do. Which is why I’ve started carrying a notebook with me just about everywhere, including the bathroom. However, I’ve found the shower to be a particularly good catalyst for creative expression, for whatever reason.1 Anyway, I wrote the whole thing start to finish, while the water dripped off me, pooling on the floor below. God... if only they were all so painless. There’s no better feeling in the world for a writer than when you have a story that demands to be let out, which captures your attention and compels you to commit it to paper as soon as humanly possible.
So, today, I’m feeling pretty good. My practice lately hasn’t resulted in much I can share with you just yet. It’s nice to have a little somethin’ somethin’ to throw your way.
Please enjoy,
c.d.
we both are bound, you see…
I have a routine.
I do it the same way. Every. Single. Time.
Same music.
Same tools.
Same organs.
Same order.
Even the same hunting ground… despite the obvious danger.
Perpetually desperate to recreate the first. Forever chasing that high. Elusive, sacramental, glorious.
I just want to feel that fucking power again… And I never, ever, want to give it up when I do.
And yet… no amount of scoured flesh ever seems to satisfy.
Not that that will ever stop me from trying, of course.
Now, lie back and try to remain still… this will only hurt… a lot.
still feeling a bit bloodthirsty? how about these great reads…
This is totally a thing by the way: https://time.com/6999592/shower-thoughts-best-ideas/. So, please, don’t waste your shower time, fellow creatives!
Disturbing in all the best ways! Besides, there is beauty in the order of routine…
Whoa!