Writing 101 Day 12: Fantastic Expectations – Amazing Revelations

Today’s Prompt: Write a post inspired by a real-world conversation. 

It was a week after  I had walked away from wrapping my car around a telegraph pole. I had walked away from a widowmaker without a scratch. On the first frosty day of September seventeen year old me had left early one morning to go to his job in a a hardware store. Woodford is hilly and and some of the roads hug the hills like lycra. To cut a long story short heading down a hill on a curve on the road I hit a patch of black ice spun slowly round and slammed my clunky Ford Orion into a telegraph pole; bounced off and came to rest in the front garden of a man who when he came to the door had the resigned look of someone who was tired of this sh*t.

A week later I got a call from the hospital I’d been driven to. They wanted to talk about my X-ray….

Turns out I was a double jointed and the junior doctor wanted to examine me again for his own interest.

Mum. Was Pissed.

Anyway the story is based on being born different!

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Writing 101- Day 9: The leap home

Today’s Prompt: A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands.They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene.

Today’s twist: write the scene from three different points of view


The familiar white roaring light filled Sam’s world from scream to shining scream. It was different this time though. Often when he jumped he felt dizzy for a some time afterwards but this time the dizziness left him altogether immediately.

His gaze and consciousness cleared and returned and his heart filled with equal parts of wonder, dread and foreboding. He was home. Not his functional palace in California, 2035. Home in London in 1995.
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#OnRepeat – Until you travel to that place you can’t come back

“Until you travel to that place you can’t come back
Where the last pain is gone and all that’s left is black”

ELEGY: sorry, not sorry

I looked in the mirror this morning and said my name, sorry, not sorry, not yours
  I’m not the man you were, the skin I’m in, you wore

I can recall, but I can’t relive. Can visit in memory but cannot return. Imagine not embody.
You died so that I could live. This elegy is yours, sorry, not sorry.

I walked the path, reached my destination. Can direct, but couldn’t guide.
Wouldn’t show the path to anyone, or confess, or confide

It’s as if I’m watching a video, a testimony from a history I wasn’t present to witness.
I’m a doctor listening to a hypochondriac describing their latest sickness

“Until you travel to that place you can’t come back.
The last pain is gone and all that’s left is black”

Sorry not sorry you’re not who I am anymore. New day New man.

Writing 101 Day 5: Think on your sins (My best of April 15)

Today’s Prompt: You stumble upon a random letter on the path.You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter.

Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.

None of us will ever know the whole story in other words. We can only collect a bag full of shards that each seem perfect.

— From 100 Word Story‘s About page

Brevity is the goal of this task, although “brief” can mean five words or five-hundred words. You might write a fifty-word story, as writer Vincent Mars publishes on his blog, Boy in the Hat. Or you might tell your tale in precisely one-hundred words, like the folks at 100 Word Story — an approach that forces you to question every word. Continue reading

Bad writing…



Writing 101 Day 4: I deleted my best friend and I’m sorry

During a particularly bad patch some time ago I was chatting to my oldest friend Arliss Porter. I had known him since taking my A-levels and we were as matched as any man I’ve ever called brother. We thought the same movies were good and hated the same music. Neither of us fitted into the mainstream portrayal of Black Manhood. We liked guitar music, didn’t drink, looked terrible in baggy trousers and made lewd jokes about Nietzche and Descartes.

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Writing 101 Day 3: caveat lector means “let the reader beware”

Today’s Prompt: Write about the three most important songs in your life — what do they mean to you?

Nailing Brahms’ Hungarian Dance Number 5 on your alto sax. Making perfect pulled pork tacos. Drawing what you see. Or, writing a novel. Each requires that you make practice a habit.

Today, try free writing. To begin, empty your mind onto the page. Don’t censor yourself; don’t think. Just let go. Let the emotions or memories connected to your three songs carry you.

Today’s twist: You’ll commit to a writing practice. The frequency and the amount of time you choose to spend today — and moving forward — are up to you, but we recommend a minimum of fifteen uninterrupted minutes per day.

  • Keep your hand moving. (Don’t pause to reread the line you’ve just written. That’s stalling and trying to get control of what you’re saying.)
  • Don’t cross out. (That is editing as you write. Even if you write something you didn’t mean to write, leave it.)
  • Don’t worry about spelling, punctuation, grammar. (Don’t even care about staying within the margins and lines on the page.)
  • Lose control.
  • Don’t think. Don’t get logical.
  • Go for the jugular. (If something comes up in your writing that is scary or naked, dive right into it. It probably has lots of energy.)


My three songs are Prince Charming by Adam and the Ants, I against I by Mos def and The Prayer Bloc Party. These are the songs I play when  I am trying to play the beast inside, Thats what I put on my headphones when I want to feel stronger, more confident. More me.

Prince Charming is silly, whimsical to the ear. A product of the eighties, sugar puff pop. But the beat is hypnotic, unforgettable and the words are nuirsery rhyme simple and direct and far more positive than most people understand.

“Prince Charming, Prince Charming. Pretty Cool the’re nothing to be scared of”

I dare you all look it up on YouTube, sing along and doi the dance before a date or a presentation and tell me you dopn’t feel better, giddy even. And then we have my next song The Prayer

“God give me strength and dancing wings and the power to impress”

“Tonight make me unstoppable, and I will dance, I will turmn I will dazzle them with my wit.”

#OnRepeat is one of my tags I use on my posts. I will literally listen to the same song for hours on end so I can hold onto the feelings I feel when I hear them. feel power, confidence, flow well up inside me. Control my soul with music. Hypmnotise myself with music. Like Joe 90 preparing for his next mission (10 points Gryffindor if you get that reference)

*i AGAINST I” is my war song. When I ride out, OK step out that the song i can hear over the blood thundering in my hears. Thats my thunder of a cavalry charge. Thats my statement of intent, Not gangster, not hardcore, but still masculine, majestic, agrressive, like a boxer padding to the ring like a predator cat  about to charge and strike


Writing 101 Day 2: Slipping

Often it happens just like this. I envy the “Jumpers” who can control when they go as well as where they can go. I’m not a “Jumper”. I guess I’m more of a “Slipper”


I’ve never had that their ability. I get a window of opportunity and I can take it or forget about it. I think it’s a thinning in the fabric of space / time I can sense and traverse. All I know is I’m here and then I’m there. Not knowing when I’m going means I always keep a bag handy just in case. Passport, pills, packed clothes in a carry-on bag. One at home, one at work.


And so it happened today. I felt it before anything else. All of a sudden a massive change of pressure in my sinuses, my skin feels tight, actual f*cking sparks on the hairs on my arms.


I stand up and I look around like a meerkat peering over the walls of my cubicle, no-ones looking. Some are at lunch, some are skiving, most are in meetings. I log off my computer hurriedly change from my shoes into the sandals I keep in my desk draw. In go the shoes, in goes the shirt. Jeans, sandals and t-shirt. Perfect.


The air leaves my lungs and I have just enough time to grab a hold of my travelling bag.

When I ”Slip” it feels like falling off the back of a bench or chair. That giddy feeling, that sense of “uh –oh” Continue reading

Writing 101 Day 1: Dear Older Smiley – a reminder from your younger self

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Dear Older Smiley,

Hiya – its your younger self I don’t know if you remember me? I was you just after your Winter of Discontent. You came to the end of your tether, teetering on the edge. Hang-gliding over hell.

It was a bad time and you learnt the hard way the answer to a lot of questions about who you were and what you  wanted out of life. By the way how did that work? Life, I mean. Continue reading

What Does a 40 Year-Old Man Wish He’d Known at 25? –

“Try and get used to rejection and failure as soon as you can and up until you don’t care any more, so you become a person that isn’t afraid of it. And of course, try and learn from your mistakes or (even better) other people’s. Be observant.

The sooner you do that, the better life will be for you. You’ll be able to get to old age with little regrets.” Continue reading