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Sometimes writing is just about telling a story, or enjoying some whimsical fun, this piece isn't talking about that.

Writing is a very personal thing, whether it's writing in a diary or writing and posting on the internet for the world to see. It can also be a vital cathartic outlet, and whether it's apparent or not what the writer means by what they say, whether it's clear what the exposed nerve is or the underlying events that prompted the specific words are, for the writer it's absolutely essential that they are allowed that outlet. It's a coping mechanism, a means to deal with things so that they don't eat us alive in the solitary confinement of our own minds. Sometimes externalizing a thing and examining it from the outside gives us the objective perspective we need to find the appropriate way to manage it, and a means to file it away and move past it.

I've seen too many times and especially with young writers where they are expressing themselves through their writing and are made to feel it necessary to censor themselves or worse, to remove themselves from the places they feel comfortable sharing because a friend, someone from school or work or a parent has found their writing and is invading their privacy.

Invading someone's privacy isn't just about breaking and entering, it's about being where you're not welcome or wanted. It's about showing up in the place someone feels safe and taking that place away from them.

If you're a friend, a co-worker or most importantly a parent, don't do that. Respect boundaries. You wouldn't be happy if someone showed up where you keep your thoughts and rummaged about, show the same consideration.

Edit: Thanks for all the positive feedback - someone else deleted an account recently because their family had found their writing and it really makes me angry.

“Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain.”

"It was in love I was created, and in love is how I hope I die"
Paolo Nutini
  • Listening to: Freezing rain on the skylights
  • Reading: The Wreck of the River of Stars
  • Drinking: Water

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"It's not meat you know."

He'd slipped up silently beside me at the meat counter and was pointing to the shrink-wrapped flat of striploin I was holding.

"They print those, from meat flavoured engineered inks, but they're not meat."

As I turned to look at him, he withdrew slightly and glanced furtively around, shrinking into the hooded sweater he was wearing.

"LeGrange and Baxter, those are real meat. Grown in a field, real. Not those ones though, they're all printed."

I put the steak down and looked further down the coolers at the LeGrange display.

"Your jeans too, not cotton. They sell them as cotton, but it's not organically grown cotton, it's engineered. Ever wonder why it itches? You should stick to Levi Strauss and Company, quality clothing for over one hundred and sixty years."

It took a moment to process that the man was just talking about Levi's. I stopped and took a look around. This was the strangest man I'd bumped into at the grocery store in recent memory.

"You're a jean snob too?" I grinned despite myself at the man's odd phrases.

"Quality never goes out of style."

I noted that he was without a cart or basket. "Are you shopping, or just here to help me make better choices?"

Before he could answer, there was a shout from the end of the aisle.

"Hey, I told you buggers to stay out of my shop!" A heavy-set man in a green apron tied at the waist was hobbling up the aisle towards us, pointing.

The man beside me blurted "Pick Energizer, keeps going and going and going," as he turned and ran, making it almost to the top of the aisle before another man in a white butcher coat rounded the corner weilding a large aluminum shovel. The strange man skidded, turned sharply and sprinted back past me, arms and legs pumping in a manner that suggested he wasn't used to this level of exertion. He raced right at the green aproned grocer, then tried to dodge around him at the last instant. The shopkeeper raised one meaty arm, catching the strange man around the neck and clotheslined him, lifting him clear off his feat to drop like a stone on the floor unmoving.

I abandoned my steak shopping and my cart and rushed to kneel beside the man lying motionless on the floor.

"Jesus, that was a bit unnecessary don't you think?" The storekeeper stared at me, seemingly just noticing I was there. Behind me I heard the butcher arrive with the shovel and grunt as he leaned on it. "He was just making conversation," I continued "weird conversation granted, but he wasn't doing any harm."

The shopkeeper reached down and roughly unzipped the supine man's sweater.

Where the still man's hands extended from the cuffs, they were convincingly flesh toned, and his face was similarly real looking, but beneath the fabric he was merely a pale plastic shell, more like a carefully articulated mannequin than a man.

"Jesus."

"You keep saying that. I assure you god had nothing to do with these things." He stood back up and toed the thing none too gently where the ribs would be. "I get at least one of these a month in here. They're paid advertisements, corporately sponsored. Mostly they'll walk around the big box stores where there are no real sales staff to discover them, but occasionally they'll wind up here in the independents." He kicked the thing again. "I've got four in a bin out back. I'm pretty sure they'll have them GPS tagged, but nobody's come offering to buy them back."

As I stood again, I couldn't help noticing the shop keeper was wearing Levi's.

I nodded and smiled, then backed away slowly to where my cart sat abandoned. Without a word the butcher folded the thing at the waist and carried it past me up the aisle to the back room.

I decided to have chicken instead. That's probably what the steak was made out of anyways.
Meatless
From Wikipedia: Flash Fiction - 'Flash fiction differs from vignettes in that the works contain the classic story elements: protagonist, conflict, obstacles or complications, and resolution. However, unlike a traditional short story, the limited word length often forces some of these elements to be unwritten, that is, hinted at or implied in the written storyline.'

In the case of 365tomorrows - Flash Fiction is a story of ideally 500 words, and new in the 3rd year a 600 word maximum.

Exercising the muscles.
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Dreams, like butterflies
in glass jars, just observed, will
die, without flying
Glass Jars
From a prompt in Beccalicious 'Hello CRLit' journal, saved here for posterity. beccalicious.deviantart.com/jo…
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Carter Blake woke screaming into sweat soaked sheets again. It had been over a year, but the memories were still crystal clear and relentless; from the calm serenity of an afternoon patrol to the searing heat, the sudden impact and as his vision cleared, the view past the freshly cauterized stump where his right arm had been to the dusty blue sky.

He sat up in bed and swung his legs over the side, feeling the polished hardwood beneath his artificial feet. He scratched idly at the point where the real flesh of his thigh faded into the artificial and then stood, not missing the arthritic pain that had plagued his knees before the event.

Clasping his hands behind his back, one real, one a poor facsimile he pulled his arms back and up behind him, feeling the strain ease in his shoulders, then twisted hard left and right once to feel the satisfying pop as the pressure released in his spine.

He was parched.

The lights followed him from the bedroom into the eat-in kitchen, glowing dimly to guide him while respecting that it was still the middle of the night.

Carter fished through the glasses on the counter by the sink and found one with only water in it, which he dumped and refilled from the tap before downing it in several continuous gulps. He'd started drinking right handed again, now that he'd relearned how to hold things without breaking them.

From the kitchen he had a view across the empty living room to the full length window overlooking the city. The fog outside and the dim light inside turned the glass into a soft focused mirror, and he looked at himself. Turning sideways he flexed and posed like he'd done back in the day trying to impress the girls on the beach, but he didn't recognize the man flexing back at him. He jumped, reflexively putting his arms up to cushion the blow as he reached the ceiling without even trying.

His legs below mid-thigh were artificial, some kind of bio-mechanical hybrid grafted onto what was left of his own body. His arm too was different, and although he'd stood here, in the early hours of countless sleepless nights watching the freak he was reflected in the glass, he still couldn't rationalize his defect. Still couldn't fully accept the man he saw in front of him. They had warned him there may be some rejection, but assured him he would adjust in time. How much time, he wondered.

Carter turned back to the kitchen and, fishing a bottle of bourbon from the counter and his Desert Eagle from the back of the cutlery drawer, sat himself down at the kitchen table beside the wirephone.

He opened the bourbon and took a generous drink straight from the bottle before lifting the phone off the cradle and dialing the Veterans hospital.

The phone rang twice before a young woman answered. "Worcestershire Memorial, good evening Sergeant Blake, trouble sleeping?"

Carter cradled the phone gingerly against his left ear and took a few deep breaths before replying.

"Please send someone quickly, there's been an accident."

Without waiting for a reply, he replaced the handset on the cradle, and with his artificial arm picked up the massive handgun, pushed the barrel into the fleshy crook of his elbow and pulled the trigger, shearing the limb off none to cleanly at the joint.

He considered that he should have perhaps tied off the arm first, but he expected the VA emergency response unit would be there quickly enough before the blood loss was too severe.

Then they would make him whole again, and this time rejection wouldn't be a problem.
Rejection
From Wikipedia: Flash Fiction - 'Flash fiction differs from vignettes in that the works contain the classic story elements: protagonist, conflict, obstacles or complications, and resolution. However, unlike a traditional short story, the limited word length often forces some of these elements to be unwritten, that is, hinted at or implied in the written storyline.'

In the case of 365tomorrows - Flash Fiction is a story of ideally 500 words, and new in the 3rd year a 600 word maximum.

Exercising the muscles.
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Sometimes writing is just about telling a story, or enjoying some whimsical fun, this piece isn't talking about that.

Writing is a very personal thing, whether it's writing in a diary or writing and posting on the internet for the world to see. It can also be a vital cathartic outlet, and whether it's apparent or not what the writer means by what they say, whether it's clear what the exposed nerve is or the underlying events that prompted the specific words are, for the writer it's absolutely essential that they are allowed that outlet. It's a coping mechanism, a means to deal with things so that they don't eat us alive in the solitary confinement of our own minds. Sometimes externalizing a thing and examining it from the outside gives us the objective perspective we need to find the appropriate way to manage it, and a means to file it away and move past it.

I've seen too many times and especially with young writers where they are expressing themselves through their writing and are made to feel it necessary to censor themselves or worse, to remove themselves from the places they feel comfortable sharing because a friend, someone from school or work or a parent has found their writing and is invading their privacy.

Invading someone's privacy isn't just about breaking and entering, it's about being where you're not welcome or wanted. It's about showing up in the place someone feels safe and taking that place away from them.

If you're a friend, a co-worker or most importantly a parent, don't do that. Respect boundaries. You wouldn't be happy if someone showed up where you keep your thoughts and rummaged about, show the same consideration.

Edit: Thanks for all the positive feedback - someone else deleted an account recently because their family had found their writing and it really makes me angry.

“Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain.”

"It was in love I was created, and in love is how I hope I die"
Paolo Nutini
  • Listening to: Freezing rain on the skylights
  • Reading: The Wreck of the River of Stars
  • Drinking: Water

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He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous."

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MaheeGaia Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2015  New member Hobbyist General Artist
Un grand merci pour le watch!
Thank you very much for the watch!
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megsmad Featured By Owner Jan 11, 2015
thank you :)
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blackdarknessvi Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2014  Hobbyist
thanks for the llama :hug:
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Kate-ColourTheory Featured By Owner Edited Dec 24, 2014   Writer
Thank you, thank you so much for the wonderful gift! :happybounce: :FeelingFree: :bouncyhai: Trampoline fun Toilet Paper lardgrinn woo Tard Bounce :chairdance: :officechair: Merry Christmas to you too! Christmas La Rainbow La -plz account- I hope you and yours have a safe and wonderful day, and a Happy New Year. :D :D :D

Again, thank you! lardgrinn woo lardgrinn woo lardgrinn woo 
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chesterchatfield Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Oh my goodness, thank you, Steve! Merry Christmas to you, and a Happy New Year, as well!
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HtBlack Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2014
Aw. :heart: you're the sweetest. Thank you, and have a lovely Christmas.
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Darvia123 Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Oh my goodness happy late birthday and thank you so so so much for the points, it means so very much to me!!!
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LiliWrites Featured By Owner Nov 26, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
A very happy birthday to you, Stephen! :D 
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Happy birthday!
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Kate-ColourTheory Featured By Owner Nov 26, 2014   Writer
I wanted to wish you a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Stephen! :party: :iconfeelingfreeplz: I hope your day is filled with friends, family, joy and love, because you deserve it. :meow: :happybounce:
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Thanks for the llama and Happy Birthday :D
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:rose: Thanks.
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RhiannonOeuvre Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2014   Writer
Wow, thank you so much for the Points Hug Hug Hug Hug Love 

Added to my devWatch!  Reading 
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Donotbelong Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2014  Student Writer
Oh, hi and thank you for your kind comment! :)

You're right. A huge part of 'Raiders of the Lost Ark' was filmed there, but that was when it was still a 'decent' and safe place. Let's not go there, shall we?

Hope to see you around! o/
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chesterchatfield Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I have to thank you for suggesting me to HtBlack :D Very much appreciated.
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Kate-ColourTheory Featured By Owner Oct 1, 2014   Writer
I just wanted to say a BIG THANK YOU for taking the time to give such an in-depth, and insightful critique on TFA Legacy Chapter 1 Part 1! :happybounce: :iconbummiesplz: It's greatly appreciated, and you've made my morning. :D

I might not get a chance to reply today, but I will reply [and make those changes] as soon as I can. Again, thank you so much! :iconyayay-plz:
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Thank you very very much for your present and enjoy my work.This means a lot for me.You've made my day. :)
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sylveda Featured By Owner Aug 21, 2014  Student Writer
Thanks so much for the :+fav: on 'love letters to introverts'!
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:glomp: Thank you for the birthday present! :D
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