Solvitur Ambulando, read the heading printed in washed out soy ink on the folded apple pulp letterhead that was pressed into my palm. That was the motto of Unilever’s Energy House 36. I knew it would be on the paper already because everything Unilever issued to us had our motto on it, and all we had was what Unilever issued.
An entry for LJ Idol, week 3. There's more entries to read there! c:
I race across Flat and smell the citrus sharp, acrid scent of panic, chased by the bitter plumes of death.
...And banking quickly now, away from the source. The gelatinous globule of pink clenched in my grabbypart jostles. That tingly feeling I get from the brightness above is on my right, which means the Place We Can Relax is fifty-six thousand, three hundred and sixty-eightsevensixfivefou--and so on-- steps to the not-tingly side now. I already wanted to go there. Now, I want to go there, plus desperation.
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For LJ Idol's Week 2 Topic, "Living rent-free in your head". Please check out all the entries! C:
She shuffled through the throng of bodies queuing impatiently at the check-in counter, then crab-walked between extended legs of folks slouched in the unforgiving, rigid molded seats of the waiting room. Red-rimmed eyes stared into ragged paperbacks, glowing cell phones, or just at the floor tiles, oblivious of her awkward, weeding steps.
There was a place to perch at the end of the third row back and she sank into her own seat, clipboard clutched against her chest. She searched for a place to stow her bag when a voice floated across the room from one of the attendant windows.
"Please," the voice gasped. "I'm desperate. I can't even... I can't even be in relationships anymore. I don't know how to connect to anyone. I... I'm so lonely. I can't live like this anymore. There has to be a way... is there a payment plan? I get paid twice a month..!" A moment after the question trailed off, there was a wail. The answer hadn't been good.
Nobody looked over at her. The woman continued wailing. Peripherally, she could be seen on the floor, sobbing. Someone stepped over the woman's gently vibrating body to get in line. Some people shifted uncomfortably in their seat, as if hoping the woman would just leave.
She let her focus drift away from the soft, steady moans of woman and clicked the end of her basic Bic to extend the tip for writing and scanned down her form.( Collapse )
Hello! This entry is for Week 1 of LJ Idol, with the theme "Resolution".
“I guess this all just really means something to me, you know? It's a spiritual journey. Like nothing has ever really mattered to me more than making it to the top-- just so I can say I was there.”
She pressed on against the icy breeze, feeling with her clawed boot for purchase on the only-slightly-less treacherous compact layers of snow beneath the unstable tufts of powder that swirled in every gust. She gripped the guide rope that was staked deep into the ice and stone, knowing the risk to her life if she lost hold.
“I want to try to explain to all of you how hard this actually is, but even if I tried to paint you a picture, it’d still probably be impossible for you to truly comprehend exactly how cold it is up here, how exhausted I am, how thin the air is… how much I’m even risking just being up here, doing this. But, you know…? In reality? It’s actually a real privilege for me to be able to do this.”
The weight of her packs—the MREs, four season mountaineering tent, lanterns, bedrolls, and oxygen tanks—pulled at her, but she was built squarely. She deftly swept some trash that had fallen off a nearby pile onto the winding, and increasingly angled footpath and shifted her grip on the rope to pull herself up an exposed stone that functioned as a stair, taking the longer way around some snowy mounds to avoid the nearby shitpit, which was currently at capacity and drying out in the glaring sunlight.( Collapse )
Woo! I'm doing LJ Idol 11 : > Thanks for extending it, or I would have missed out! n...n;;;
So, I asked ellison to explain the whole thing with Dreamwidth and so I'm going to try my best at getting over there and meeting new people. I do miss the days of LJ where I had a friend group whose journals I'd read and vice versa. I'm kind of crap at putting myself out there to make new friends online, but I'd really like to work hard at being brave so I can meet new journal friends.
I know I haven't been really talkative with my existing FList here on LJ, so hopefully y'all won't mind if I add you on DW (you might be like uselesstinrelic, whodat,) but if I missed you and you'd like to keep connected, please feel welcome to add me at https://uselesstinrelic.dreamwidth.org/
I anticipate that I'll be doing a mixture of personal stuff but also sharing chapters or writing. I've given up my old dreams of monetizing my writing (didn't give up exactly, just no longer dream of that) but I still like writing and sharing stories (just for my own enjoyment and without professional publishing dreams) so if you're someone who likes to follow that sort of thing, maybe you can give mine a try.
Anyway, best to you all--
(For LJIdol S10, Wk 8 Writing prompt:: "No Comment" TW/CW: child abuse)
They had all done something wrong,
some little transgression of childhood.
Maybe a chipped plate.
A baseball laying in the mess of a shattered flower pot.
Cooly, she commanded her children to go out back and choose the switch she'd beat them with.
My uncle, just 8 at the time, drug back a tree with a grin
thinking she couldn't lift it.
I turned away from him briefly and glanced at the cuckoo clock over the bar. With the sheer force of my hidden glare, I willed the minute hand to tick on. Twenty more minutes until I was out of there.
“Wouldst the m’lady perchance care to join me on a…” he paused, seeming to roll words over in his lil’ thinker in search of the most Olde Tyme lingo to throw at me. “A… daring excursion? After m’lady’s shift?”
Offering him a better smile than he deserved for affecting that horrifying Shakespearean drawl, I demurred with a small laugh that was designed to get the most tips possible. “Oh I’d probably faint at the sight of a troll or a wereraven, or whatever beasts lie out in those woods! Honestly, I can't even imagine the horrors! You’d have to save me left and right! But I wish you luck in your mission-“ I thought of the silver coins that would be in my pocket if he left happy and swallowed my pride, “… m’lord.” I topped up his ale with a great, hurried splash and turned to bolt, you know, elegantly, but he latched on again.
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