A safe story

A picture is worth 1000 words. This safe has been through a lot. Tell its story.

Image credit: “safe” – © 2007 Paul Keller – made available under Attribution 2.0 Generic

 

Hello. My name is Rusty. Well that’s not my actual name. I don’t have a real name apart from my model number, but I don’t want you to bore with that.
Anyway what you want to hear is my story, right? Okay, then listen closely, boys and girls, because I am about to share it with you.

It’s been an ordinary day at home. My home is, in fact a place humans would describe as ‘work’ but I am not human. To me, home is, where I am. And I am at the local bank in a tiny street in Nice, France. Usually all I do is sitting around all day, sleeping, until some female or male human pokes me so I open up. They store different things inside my belly. But most of the time it’s coloured paper and paper tubes filled with little metal plates. It can get quite heavy from time to time, but I am a strong guy. It takes a lot more than shredded trees and metal things to break me. The humans know that, too, but still they make sure they’re not storing too much. Maybe they think it’s not clever to do so. Well, if I could talk, I could reassure them that I am, what I am, (a) safe. So while I’ve been sleeping, the males and females did their boring work and the time passed by. In my dreams I visited all the places I hear the humans talk about. Sometimes they put pretty pictures up the wall, so when I get to see these, I dream of them as well. Most of my dreams are beautiful, I seldom have nightmares. After all what should I be afraid of? I am tall and solid.

Or at least I thought that. When the night crept upon the building like a dark shadow, the sounds became less and less until there was almost no sound at all. This is my second favourite part of the day, when everything is quiet and dark and different. I enjoy the music of the night, the soft hums of electronic devices on standby, buzzing insects flying towards the neon lights outside…it was magnificent. Humans usually don’t appreciate it. They’re busy with being busy and don’t stop to truly relax. It’s quite sad, when you think about it. However I shouldn’t remain alone. Muffled voices and steps approached me. There was no light. It wasn’t morning, no birds were singing, which means that something was wrong. Humans never visit my home during the night. And they surely don’t try to open me during the night!

But I was helpless. They kicked me, beat me, tried to crack my defense mechanism and eventually they started shouting. Although I was scared, it also angered me. All I wanted to do was to sleep and enjoy the silence. And now those stinky humans are abusing me. I wish I’d have a mouth and arms, so I could fight them back. But I don’t and my only trump card was my weight. They won’t be able to lift me. But humans are clever. They think. They produce ideas. They find ways.

Then suddenly I felt something cold. There were beeping noises –

The bang was deafening and left me unconscious. It was dark, so dark. I didn’t know where I was. I couldn’t see a thing. My stomach was empty and open for the world to see. The world could see my vulnerable insides and the humans chose to steal what I was sworn to protect… I failed.

 

My name is Rusty and I was (a) safe and this is my story.

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Challenging myself

Hey there!

Recently, I’ve briefly talked about my difficulties finding something that interests me, as well as others.

A friend told me, that it doesn’t really matter what I talk about, as long as I like it. Okay we we’re talking about starting a youtube channel back then, but doing videos on youtube talking is awfully similar to having a blog, right? One uses pictures and sound to talk and bloggers mainly use words. I think while they’re still profoundly different, youtubers as well as writers often question themselves and are unsure what they should talking or writing about.

And that’s what I would like to try. But to make it more interesting, I came up with a challenge:

1. Writing about the things I like

2. Listen to a song which is between 3.30 and 6 minutes long – if I’m not past the first 3 sentences by then, which indicate the topic, save it as a draft and come back to it later, when the timing might be better and start with something new instead.

[I’ve been listening to One Night in Bangkok, which is 6.02 minutes long and that’s how far I came, so I’m continuing this post]

3. Don’t stress myself about the length. Quality over quantity!

4. Don’t spent more than 30 minutes per post, unless I can’t stop writing, because I have a lot to say – often I find myself sitting in front of the keyboard for 30 minutes without typing more than 3 words, maybe that’s the hint to either put an end to the post or postpone it.

5. Have fun, whatever happens!

 

So I’m trying to stick to these rules as long as I can. Some of them seem fundamental, but if I’m not writing them for me to read and re-read again and again, I think I’ll just forget them.

Which I don’t want, because right now I think it is really helpful to me and it feels right. So until these rules come naturally to me, I will follow them. Perhaps I’ll come up with even better ones in the future, but that’s not something I want to think about right now. I’m going down this road, step by step, word by word, bird by bird…

 

What are your rules when writing? Do you have any? How do you feel about them?

 

— Baylie

Flash Fiction

Have you read yesterday’s Daily Blog about Flash Fiction?
To be honest, until yesterday I’ve never actually heard of Flash Fiction. So if you want to know what it is, you better check it out.

The idea of writing a story that has less than 300 words or just 6 words sounds like a lot of fun to me. I like to try different forms of writing.

I tried poetry that rhymes, follows the ‘classic’ structures: AABB, ABAB. ABBA, etc.
Poems that don’t rhyme as well as Haikus. And I tried to write a sonnet. When it comes to fiction….I’ve wrote some short stories (for contest, for myself or for school) and when I was much younger I attempted wo write my first novel.

I think that different forms of writing can really help to sharpen your writing skills. I mean for each new form of writing there are new ways to go.
At least that applies to me. When I’m writing poems I think and start differently than I would when I’m writing a story.
And I’m quite sure that a novelist wouldn’t begin to write a book the same way like s/he would begin to write flash fiction.

So new forms of writing = different thinking?

Even if my little assumption is wrong…it could never hurt to broaden your horizon by trying new things. That’s why I’m off to write some short stories now.

But here is my first try writing a 6 words story:

Home alone. Glowing eyes, purring cat.

Conclusion: It’s quite difficult when you have to limit yourself to as little as six words. It really keeps you thinking about your choice of nouns, adjectives and verbs.

 

— Baylie

Why am I writing here?

I came across the Blogging 101 which has different blogging tasks for each day. Although I already wrote three posts, I’m doing it, because I like the challenge and I think it can really help me.

So which article am I talking about? -> this one

Today’s assignment: write and publish a

“who I am and why I’m here” post.

Okay here I go.

I describe myself as a creative person. I love art, drama, crafting, film making, photography and of course writing. They’re all part of who I am and I have a hard time living without them. I started writing in elementary school. You know the assignements you get, like ‘write a 50word story’ and stuff. I really liked it, but I’ve never thought of writing as a hobby. Back then it was something I’d only do in school. In grade 5 we had to write poems and that was when I discovered that I really enjoy writing. The first poem I ever wrote was about a horse race and I didn’t describe what happened, I described what the horse race sounded like. My second ever poem was about a bird in the evening and the romantic feeling of sunset. I’m very fond of it, because I was just 11 or 12 when I wrote it. And it has been published in the ‘Frankfurter Bibliothek’ a huge book full of poems from German writers.
Then I wrote poems for a few years, always juggling between three languages: German, English and French. Although German is my mother tongue I’ve settled with English – at least when I’m writing (or blogging). You may wonder why, right? To me it’s the sensation to write about your thoughts, ideas and feeling in a language, where you don’t know every word. This way I think more about how I want to write, which words to choose. I like it. Often I even have words or sentence structures in my head, and I don’t know what they mean, but I know exactly how to use them. It’s a little scary sometimes.

Back to what I was trying to say. Now I try to keep a blog in order to get some routine in writing. I couldn’t write a poem every night, or well I could – but then it wouldn’t be fun if it’s under pressure or forced. I write poems when I am inspired or when I just want to write one. A blog could be more liberate. I can write about anything, whatever pops into my mind. Sometimes I just like to blurt about things I see or things I think about. I am convinced that every idea is worth sharing! It’s the reason why I have this public blog instead of a private journal or a diary. Often I read what other people do and it inspires me to do the same or something entirely different. Any idea you keep in your head just for yourself is a wasted idea. But if you write, sing or draw about it, it’s out in the open. It can bloom and become something you’ve never thought it could ever become. I always admire people who create awesome stuff – who write well, draw mindblowing pictures, shoot magnificent photos or films and then I look at myself – still at the beginning. Truth is, I am just at the start, I am a toddler who just took her first steps and now tries to walk like the adults do. But I will never learn to walk if I always sit still. So I am doing something – anything. It doesn’t really matter as long as I do it. So I am writing, a public blog. Out there in the open. I am inviting you to watch me fall and rise again. And hopefully you will, too. For one day we all have to learn how to walk.

Why should you stick with me? Well I can’t say, it’s a decision you have to make. I will post interesting things, I will post things you already know and I surely post things you don’t like or you don’t understand. But that’s okay! The human mind isn’t perfect. We don’t have solely perfect thoughts. As long as the world isn’t fully and truly flawless, my blog won’t be either. But if you’re interested and open-minded then this wouldn’t bother you at all. We find perfection in imperfection.

Last but not least: Where do I see myself and this blog in one year?
Well, I hope that this blog is full of things that moved me. I hope I have a layout that fully satisfy me and I hope to meet people who inspire me and who I can inspire in return. Oh and I hope to be a better writer then. And maybe, but just maybe, I’ll know what I’m actually doing here.

I think that’s all I want to stay.

So stick with me and watch me learning or read another blog – you can do whatever you like :)

 

— Baylie