Today’s Scribillare entry is something extra special : a snippet from an ongoing novel from one of our favorite submitting authors. In the spirit of supporting all types of writing we encourage you to submit your own pieces to be featured here on the page. You can find the appropriate email in our About section. And now, without more ado, step into Tales From The Wasteland:
The engine roared as Frek shifted gears, sending the mechanical shriek into new decibel destruction, barely blocking out the vicious drumbeats erupting from cracked and dusty speakers. If one could fly as high as the deep desert buzzards above Frek and his screaming combustion creation as it trundled confidently over the dunes, he and the machinery he rode would be but the tiniest speck amidst a white blur wasteland with no sign of life or movement. The picture could be described as “lonely” by some standards : luckily for Frek, he and his blood brother Dust Dogs did not understand such emotional concepts and thereby did not feel their barbs.
There’s nothing better than having a good friend to lighten the load when it comes to …coming up with ideas. We’ll hope you welcome this first guest entry in the world of Scribillare. Guest writer Darcy has day job though too so if you’re ever in need of a caring and capable home insurance broker she can really help at Murfreesboro Home Insurance. Now settle in and sit back for a truly enjoyable read:
Who says writing is *actually* writing? You can cite Charles Dickens all day. You can tell me that even e.e. cummings knew that the written word was indeed words written on a page. We could rouse Rand and bug Balzac but even the angriest authors have that one concept in common : writing is a mechanical invention that involves pen to paper, typewriter to paper or in this digital age, keys to screen. There doesn’t seem much space for someone to say that these incarnations of thought are anything but the raw materials of writing.
I’m here to tell you different. I know what writing is because writing is compressed thought. There’s a stark difference here between “stream of consciousness” writing and the concept I’m …writing about…right here. Inside the idea of streaming is just that : ideas. The difference in thought compression and streaming is a basic premise of preparing thoughts in a fashion of expression. Similar to the ideas of art and how the audience is the target of emphatic expression, compressed thought is a technique that aggregates errant ideas into a certain function.
” You remember that bag from American Beauty? I wish I was that bag’s dad. ”
Years ago, when we still could be fooled by the Internet, folks used to fire up hosting websites like Geocities and Angelfire and blog their little hearts out. They’d tip-tap the keys all the way from the late 90s into sometime around 2004 which scientists agree was the official death of the personal website.
As Christ gave Lazarus the power to become undead we here at Scribillare will be dedicated to reviving the lost art of the 90s web blog AKA “look at this crazy stuff dude” AKA creepypasta before it was pasta AKA truly engaging content from falsely cogent minds.
Save this, bookmark it, get a brand – this space will soon have something worth your eyeball’s time. Until next time, here’s a quick cognitive creation to show you just how serious we are:
M Is For Mancy
A is for aardvark, an industrious fellow
B is for bellows, though you’ve never owned one
C is for cretins, they always love bologna
D is for dancing, which she wished to show ya
E is for eagles because honestly even as a cynic you have to seriously appreciate how those birds swoop down on prey, seriously.
F is for flaws, although we have none
G is for garbage we put on the curb
H is for hats although get real your head is a little too oddly shaped to wear one fashionably
I is for icing on a birthday cake
J is for jokes which you’d think by now this poem would be one
K is for kale ( high in antioxidants)
L is for laughter which sounds better alone
M is for Mancy and that’s the end of this poem.