libbywalkupThis reminds me a bit of one of George Saunders stories in Pastoralia. Great situational irony.
jen_bThere are a lot of specific details in this that paint the picture very well. And that "clunk runk runk" gives me the creeps!
What an ending, David. Great story.
DracotorreThanks, PJ. I need more practice. It's been years since I've given a speech, and I find myself concentrating too much. I mounted the microphone up high so I could stand to deliver better voice. I knew this story would be good vocally since while I was writing it, I spoke to the room in order to get the rhythm right.
libbywalkupThis reminds me a bit of one of George Saunders stories in Pastoralia. Great situational irony.
jen_bThere are a lot of specific details in this that paint the picture very well. And that "clunk runk runk" gives me the creeps!
What an ending, David. Great story.
DracotorreThanks, PJ. I need more practice. It's been years since I've given a speech, and I find myself concentrating too much. I mounted the microphone up high so I could stand to deliver better voice. I knew this story would be good vocally since while I was writing it, I spoke to the room in order to get the rhythm right.
AnnieEvettThis is a taster into the Choose Your Online Adventures of Series One...its a first draft and I hope you like it! It can be read over here - http://annieevett.blogspot.com/2010/09/shore-leave.html
or check out CYOA here - http://chooseyouronlineadventures.com/
JasonCogginsYou can read the transcript and more Moult World at http://www.moultworld.com/?p=2730
JasonCogginsMOULT WORLD a web-serial
Two young friends found their own Narnia deep in the heart of an old English copse. There they would visit a strange alien world and return home in time for tea. The decades passed …
Until one day they returned to that copse … and they brought Eight others with them.
This First Eight would form the kernel of a colony on the alien paradise. Their ideologies – their desire to leave behind the baggage of Earth – would drive the society they would build there.
In paradise food falls from the sky in the form of moult. No one grows old or seems to die. Shelter is plentiful. Freedom abundant … but oh so easily abused.
spare-shadeHi!
I hope that you may be to participate in this project.
"the act of listening is the act of inscribing” project explores the notions of home, poem and the human voice.
I am asking you to voice your home.
This can be many things, said in many different ways.
It can be a thought, a feeling, an emotion, a memory, a confusion, whatever it is that is housing your being now.
Or, it can simply be your sense of home - a feeling of being at home.
Maybe it is just a word, a poem, or a thought that is on your mind right now. It could be a broken dish in your sink. Or, a place, a situation you are in. It can be a worry that is preoccupying you, or an aspiration you are pursuing. It can be this moment, or a memory. It can be a ruin, or a broken home.
Whatever home is for you, or whatever houses your thoughts or brings you closer to home, or to this moment, please voice it.
Time is a commodity in great demand but rather limited and jealousy guarded supply, so I sincerely appreciate you sharing it.
And I would appreciate if you record home in your voice as an audio-boo – my account is http://audioboo.fm/spare-shade .
For complete information about this project please visit a spare shade of light http://spareshade.com/
Thank you,
ivan
PS. please free to forward this on.