Biscuit: a small flat, usually sugary cake; animal food. He smelled like biscuits. And I loved it. Sweet, unhealthy, real. Like being a child again. He didn’t appreciate it of course. The intrusion. The ruffle. The snuffle. Didn’t appreciate that I appreciated it. But I did. And to think that others simply thought he smelled... Continue Reading →
Landmine: an explosive device; a concealed trap. You know I see your eyes. I study them, lose myself in them. But they’re like a landmine. I’m touched by them. I’m gone. © JR Bryden, 2021. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from JR Bryden is strictly prohibited.
Well, not nil, exactly, just slow. This lockdown thing is hard for many reasons. Really hard, some days. Almost unbearably so on others. But I persevere, as does everyone else. And one of these reasons, not the most important, I admit, is that it kills creativity. Smothers it. Stamps on it. Takes that tiny bit... Continue Reading →
It’s the end of the world.
...and the seagulls are circling. armageddon has turned out almost the way i'd envisioned it. almost. deadly virus: check hundreds of thousands dead: check stupid governmental decisions: check confused reactions by the populace: check chaos in the streets: check chaos in the shops: check stockpiling: check conspiracy nuts going into overdrive: check zombies... Continue Reading →
End of an error.
Not really an error, it's a pun. I do puns. And I like puns. And I've done this one before, I know. And don't care 😀 So I've not been very visible online for a long, long time, because I've been busy... busy writing, busy not writing, swearing, not swearing (although not that fucking much)... Continue Reading →
In Case of Emergency: Break Down.
Forgot I had removed this from the website. So, on the subject of clowns... In Case Case: an instance of a particular situation; a container designed to hold or protect something. The coffin was elaborate, despite his lack of funds, and the small church full, despite his repeated requests not to, a). ever be... Continue Reading →
Double non-plussed ungood.
Don't give a fuck about clowns, me. Clown: someone who performs in a silly fashion “If you’re going to wear a mask at least make it scary.” The clown simply rocked back and forth on the floor, its grin locked in a grimace. “Seriously, you’re wasting your time on me, I’m far too... Continue Reading →
So I wrote this just before Christmas. Wasn't going to publish it, but now I have. That shows me. Reborn: to exist again. It seems funny now. Well, not funny, exactly, but removed. Removed from this reality, my reality. Because I sit here, drinking tea, watching the fire spit its last dying embers... Continue Reading →
Is it 1984 yet?
So on the eve of 2019 I've just finished part 2 of book three, not that I've written part 1 yet - that's next on my to-do list. It currently clocks in at 33,751 words, which I *think* is quite impressive and *hope* isn't entirely shit... but we'll see. At midnight I'm having a drink... Continue Reading →
A means to an end.
So it’s been a while since I’ve updated things, but that’s because—crazily—I’ve actually been writing. I know, mad, huh? Totally throwing myself into it. Like somebody who’s climbed a diving board only to realise that the prospect of getting back down the ladder is slightly more frightening than just jumping off the fucking plank. 17.7k... Continue Reading →