Exercises in Narrativity – Volume 3

Tangent looked over his notebook’s contents from the past months. All verse fragments, incoherent streams of consciousness, broken clauses…

“What the hell have I been doing?” he whispered, leaving his mouth agape long after the utterance.

‘At least if I add some punctuation and do some reformatting some of this could be presentable,’ he thought. It was salvaging time.

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Reflection (short story)

Lyle looked at his reflection’s eyes one last time. He felt that the only time it cooperated with him was when he covered his bedroom mirror in tape. He fancied that on the ‘inside’ of the mirror, his reflection stood there with its own roll of tape, covering up the mirror from its side. He imagined that his reflection wanted the mirror covered as much as he did.


Later, Lyle was sitting in a swivel chair in Sylvie’s bedroom. She stood in front of him, holding an electric razor. On a nearby desk was a comb, a spray bottle, a hair dryer and a jar of hair gel. There was no mirror in the room.

“This would be less time consuming if you hadn’t started growing facial hair,” Sylvie said, grimacing. “It’s so patchy. It’s best I shave it for you until you can properly grow it out.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Lyle sighed. He trusted Sylvie’s judgement, but at the same time he liked scratching the tiny hairs budding from his chin.

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Exercises in Narrativity – Volume 2

“Oh, he went to pick up the ball we left behind.”

“That’s nice of him,” Tangent uttered. His tone was appreciative to the point where the girl had no idea if it was mockery or sincerity (not that the ambiguity of Tangent’s expression was a new development).

The two stood watching the boy as he walked to the basketball court. Everyone else was long gone. He picked up the basketball. But instead of returning, he began throwing the ball up against the backboard, alone.

“Oh, now he’s shooting some hoops,” Tangent commented, with the same ambiguous appreciation. The thought struck him that this was an awfully private moment that he shouldn’t interfere in, or even be watching. But it was only a passing thought. He was never known for his sensitivity.

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ToE – Company and Shadows – Part 3 (final)

3 days before the expedition into Everwood Forest, night

“Axie? Really?” Axel hissed.

“It’s a thing she does. She adds an ‘ee’ sound to the names of people she likes. Think of it as a good thing!”

“I’ll think of it as a silly thing.”

Jess merely groaned in response.

Axel was back at Jess’ house, but as it turned out, she wasn’t the only person he was there to spend time with. The two were waiting by the microwave, making popcorn. Axel looked back to Lucy through the kitchen divider. She was idly watching TV, sitting on the carpet.

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ToE – Company and Shadows – Part 2

4 days before the expedition into Everwood Forest, night

On the outskirts of town, there was a figure walking into the forest. An item of clothing was draped over the figure’s shoulder. The figure did not bring a torch, their eyes having adjusted to the darkness fairly easily after years of walking around late at night. No one was around to see the figure, so no one was there to identify the figure as Axel Heronicus. Using the pale light of the moon to guide his way, he disappeared among the cluster of trees. He had no visible destination but walked with purpose nonetheless. He shivered a little as he weaved his way through the trees (it was a fairly cold night), but not once considered putting on the item of clothing draped over his shoulder: a dark blue hooded coat. Was he that committed to his monochrome fashion trend that he didn’t want to wear a coloured piece of clothing? No — it was meant for someone else. Granted, the latter didn’t necessarily mean the former wasn’t true.

Eventually, Axel stopped and frowned. Something wasn’t right. Something should have happened after wandering this far, he thought.

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