A new story, snow and a silent witness.

This one has taken a little while for be to be satisfied enough to post it. I’m not completely sure what was the trigger for the inspiration of this short story, but I do know that I’ve come across the subjects before. Like psychometry, the art of reading facts from touching objects or people. Or the fact that there is nothing to show that the laws of physics would not work if time ran backwards. Or the belief in the divinity of stories and storytelling. Or the curiosity about the points of view of other people, animals, or even inanimate objects. I hope you enjoy my latest foray into short stories.

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The hush of Autumn’s leaves.

I have another piece of fiction for you all today! I don’t think I’ve really appreciated the value of short stories until the last year or so, and only now have I realised the value of writing them. They are very motivational to the writer, as you can finish them in a relatively short period of time and feel very content with the result.

I’ve also been working a little on my blog – I have a Twitter account and a Facebook page, details of which will be going up on the ‘What Say You?‘ page shortly. I’ve done this on the advice of the amazing Timethief and her recommendation to read these tips on blog promotion.

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Turning the page.

It’s funny how you don’t really appreciate the worth of anything until you realise you don’t have it anymore.

Well, of course you appreciate it, you might think. But do you really? You can feel lucky for having things, they can make you feel truly content or a part of something greater than yourself. Appreciation is something that we do every day.

Is that appreciation, though? For me, I feel that that’s something for afterwards. What you don’t, can’t, realise is just how deep down inside these things can take root. When you lose something, a person, a place, something close to you, you don’t always realise that you also lose a part of yourself. More?

The Russell Principle.

When under the influence of alcohol, sparks of genius can be found. At the time, they definitely feel like being struck by the muse.

This post is about my friend Russell. (Hi, I know you’re reading this!)

You see, he’s a Duracell bunny kind of person. He’s the kind of person who attends all his lectures, goes out and hits the town ’til stupid ‘o’ clock and still gets all his work done. Did I mention he’s a member of several societies too?

And on this particular night, we were in the pub and I asked him how on Earth he does it. He sounds superhuman when you’re sober – after a few drinks I felt like I was in the presence of something great.

So he tells me, “I like to call it ‘The Russell Principle’. Sleep one day, live the rest.”

And that is what he does. I believe his day of choice for hibernating is Saturday (although he sometimes stretches into Sunday). For the rest of the week, he’s ruthlessly energetic and up for anything. I believe he tends to use the word ‘awesome’ to describe his life and his general mode of being.

He is impossible. I definitely couldn’t follow his example, I’d die. But then, that’s hardly surprising. I’m a writer. A writer who is inspired by the work of Neil Gaiman. And he did say:

“As far as I’m concerned, the entire reason for becoming a writer is not having to get up in the morning.”

Oh… a final note of caution to the reader. Please don’t try this at home – the Russell Principle has so far only been proved to work for Russell. As for us mere mortals… well, studies have shown that lack of sleep can kill more quickly than lack of water. Just thought I’d warn you.

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Disclaimer:

'Quintconsequential' is a word of my own invention, despite the definition in the style of the Oxford English Dictionary featured on the site. By all means, use it, whisper it, shout it from the rooftops. But please, remember that you heard it here first!