MOMENTS
LIQUID TIME
“I don’t think it is possible to contribute to the present moment in any meaningful way while being wholly engulfed by it.” Maria Popova
Z grasps the fringe of Khronos
“Zehara! Nooooooo…”
“The only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once.” ~ ~ Albert Einstein
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THANK YOU.
DURATION
Liquid Time
A to Z Blogging Challenge 2021
“Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.” ~ Douglas Adam
FLOAT POD co
The Lab
Z is keening.
The sound is crisply clear. The recessed wall mics in the FP are attuned to the lab speakers.
The keening spits out of the quadrasonic subwoofers.
“Whoa. What the hell? It’s never been this lo…”
“Quiet.”
“Hey, I know. I know. But…that sound. From that thing.”
“That “thing” inside the FP is a person. That “sound” is being recorded.”
Pause.
“As are we.”
Pause.
Pause
“I know. I know. I kinda meant the FP.”
“Kind of.”
“Shit. Really? Kind of?”
Pause
” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~”
“What are you mumbling about now?”
Sigh.
“Never mind. Forget I asked.”
Glares.
“I said, Ms. Grammar Patrol…no. Fuck it.”
Turns.
“When are we being relieved? We’re overdue.”
Pause.
“Really overdue.”
A hand slams the console.
“You know the when. Again and again. You’re worse than a child’s ad nauseam ‘Are we there yet?’ Enough.”
“I want out.”
Stone silence.
“I mean it this time. I do. This is as stressful as it is boring. My yawns bore the other yawns.”
Counts to three.
“Look, we don’t know when that freak will go nuke, but we know it will happen. Aren’t you tired of this?”
Z’s keening elevates to 142 dB from a steady 50 dB.
“Shit shit shit!.”
Tries to mute the system. Fingers are grabbed; bent backwards.
“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk.”
Tears wiped away. Damaged hand nursed in the opposite axilla.
“Fuck. Why did you do that?”
The wail crossfades to 0 dB. No increase.
The control panels spark.
Pause.
“Hey. Your ear. You’re dripping blood. No. The other ear.”
Dead silence.
TRANSITION
“You get what anybody gets. You get a lifetime.” ~ Neil Gaiman
Tomorrow
Epoch: Liquid Time
Comments are always welcome.
In case you did not notice, I am taking a huge leap/risk in style, content, and formatting with LIQUID TIME. So, who am I writing for? Just for myself? Just for the audience? 50/50?
Most times it is for myself, to see how far I can stretch, hone my skills. How, on later rereads, does it hold up way past the due date of the emotions that pummeled me while writing. I take risks. Not every one of them pans out. Some lead me to different approaches, different research, different observations of life.
On the readers hand(s), I do do my crafting for the reader(s) as well. I look for commentary, what pleases, what doesn’t, the whys behind either stance one takes. Suggestions are taken in the (hopefully) intention’s delivery, as a “have you thought about…?” or “Would you consider…”; a way that I construe as just that: a suggestion from another’s POV.
Suggestions, for me to think about, to possibly add to, delete, or turn things around. They are given to support, encourage, and give the author a different POV lens to consider.
I do not take demands into consideration. Nor the comments that essentially read “If I was the author…” or “You should not…” Well, you aren’t the author, that’s in my hands. As to the “should not…?” Really? Really?
“No” hasn’t a place here in Tale Spinning. My cranky two cents, plus inflation.
LINKS LINKS LINKS
Liquid Time Postings
A to Z Main Link & Blogs to Follow
Blogging from A to Z April Challenge 2021
BREWING COFFEE, TWISTING WORDS & BREAKING PENCILS
I will post more blog links I follow later in the week. Please visit & leave them a comment
Thanks, All.
Haven’t done one of these in quite awhile. I was nominated by Grace on her blog: The Life of a Teenage Princess. Thanks, Grace. What’s fun about her blog is seeing life through a different lens. I “think” i’m a little bit older than she, but I’ve been enjoying her passage and writing passions. Give her a look when you can.
This award is for bloggers who strive to write for everybody, and no matter how many viewers they get, make an impact on a reader. This award is an expression of gratitude to the nominee. It should be awarded to anybody that you choose deserves it, and it doesn’t mean that they must have hundreds of followers and likes.
Anybody nominated can nominate seven (lucky number) other bloggers. Anybody nominated answers three questions.The questions you ask while nominating can be any three questions.
If any of the questions asked are offending or the nominee simply does not want to answer them, the nominee does not have to answer them to earn the award.
Grace’s Three Questions:
There’s enough going on for many that this could be that ONE MORE THING! So, if you are so inclined, go for it. You can link this back to Tale Spinning, or not. I’d love to read your responses. Just answer my three questions (below). Cop out? Maybe, but I have a lot to get done before 4:30 (two hours from now. My apologies). If you feel you fit the criteria, go for it.
Claws le Chat was furious.
“Where is my Hog, my Harley? Replaced with…this?” Claws meowed.
Claws rubbed himself all over the bike. Stretching, Claws’ claws sprang out: leather material completely shredded. Reaching under the bike, Claws gutted what he could. The coups de grâce was spraying a fine vintage of Le Chat Pipi.
Licking himself, happy, a familiar loud sound froze him mid-lick.
The Big Twin Harley pulled up, motor purring like a lion.
“There ya are you stupid cat. Get on. Times a-wastin’”
Revving loudly, Claws hopped onto his Hog.
He was asleep long before they hit the highway.
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Author’s Note:
It’s #Friday Fictioneers prompt time, as always created and hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields on her blog, Addicted To Purple.
The rules are simple if you’d like to join in:
You are invited to the Inlinkz link party!
The varied greens of the forest. The blue of the sky, lakes, and ponds. Yellow sunlight. Browns of bark. Fields of multi-colored flowers waved in the wake of air swept through. Only the passing of the predators truly disturbed the scene.
She surveyed the others, moving languidly from one thicket to another. Her watchful gaze kept tabs. The kill would be hers, and hers alone.
There.
Finally.
Her eyes locked on to what she wanted. Intensified. A break in the uniformity. She was there, taking in every aspect, color perfect. The shape, the texture…
She pounced and made it hers.
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Author’s Note:
The title (basically) comes from a William Blake poem:
"Tyger Tyger, Burning Bright In the Forests of the Night. What Immortal Hand or Eye, Could Frame they Fearful Symmetry?"
Combine that with the above picture (look at the store names), and voila!
PS: And yes, I do know that “Tiger! Tiger!” was the UK title of Alfred Bester’s “The Stars My Destination.” Except for one scene, it’s a favorite book. Or favourite. Your choice.
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Author’s Note:
It’s #Friday Fictioneers prompt time, as always created and hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields on her blog, Addicted To Purple.
The rules are simple if you’d like to do this:
Mewing 'oer the landscape, Upon a boat of flames, Felines of the land lamented Mighty Kelly has passed on. For sixteen years she hunted For sixteen years she spied Mouse, Hare, Bird, and more She pounced: they died! From kitten age, to mighty youth, To grizzled veteran, she, Her prey, came to fear, When Kelly’s stalking was near. Her claws, a mighty weapon, Her tail, it thrashed and smote, With glistening sharp teeth snapped Her yowls of victory did resound! Here's to mighty Kelly! She will be forever missed, Especially by one fair lass Whose Kelly's nose, she had kissed.
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It’s #Friday Fictioneers prompt time, as always created and hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields on her blog, Addicted To Purple.
The rules are simple if you’d like to do this:
