Blue is the Colour

September 22nd, 2008

This week I thought I might just ramble abit about being blue! You should do the same for 5 minutes.

Blue is the colour of the monster within Blue is the colour of my scaly skin Blue is the colour of the cloudless sky And blue is the colour of my favourite tie

Blue is the colour of my plate and bowl Blue is the colour of a runner going slow Blue is the colour of my hands and feet And blue is the colour of my favourite seat

Well I am Blue after all!

A Love Story of truly Galactic Measure

September 15th, 2008

I thought something epic might be called for this week after last week’s preciseness – well here goes!

The planetary nebula swam unthinking through the vastness of space. All around it was the suck of vacuum as it claimed more and more dust denuding the nebula of its substance. The cloud of gas and particles had travelled for millennia to find that which had been snatched away from it.

The nebula had once had a pulsating passion for a neutron star that was dense and prone to outbursts of a truly volatile nature. But this companion star had been stolen, snatched, filched by the chaotic interactions with a passing galaxy. The gravitational undulations had ripped the star from the embrace of the nebula and flung it many galactic miles away. The cloud had followed but the trail was becoming dimmer and space far less populated. Fewer and fewer stars studded the sky, even the hydrogen atoms were becoming rare.

A great engulfing sea of blackness appeared before it, the hole or void at the centre of the universe. The Billion Light Year Void. It sucked at the very soul of the cloud but still it plunged forward, sure that if it could only hold on a little longer it would find its beloved star.

The void beckoned and then like the star before it, the nebula entered and the universe closed its maw – all billion light years of it.

The End

You lot out there – I want you to spend 10 minutes contemplating and writing about The Vacuum – what the vaccum is, is up to you.

Raincoat

September 8th, 2008

This week I thought I’d take the reductionist approach.

Here it is – I personally think it’s a work of genius and that it’ll be up for all sorts of prizes. I think you should all write twenty such short sentences about raincoats!

Raincoat

It was raining. I put my coat on.

The End

There, what do you think?

Teaspoon Song

September 1st, 2008

I thought a nice surreal start to the week would be nice so this is what I have come up with – it’s called Teaspoon Song. I think you should all write something about teaspoons for five minutes – see what you come up with, you might be surprised – I was.

Out in the kitchen of the mind sat a teaspoon, cold and silver and shiny. It looked to the sky to see if the stars were cradling the moon once more but alas the ceiling got in the way.

The teaspoon became despondent with the lack of sky and began to lament in heavy sobbing cries, ‘Oh stars where are you, why deny me your wondrous sight?’ But being a teaspoon without a mouth no one could hear the words and the teaspoon sat forlorn and alone.

Eventually someone came and made a cup of tea.  They put the kettle on and put the tea bag, white with freshness, in the mug with a slightly raised floral pattern. Then once the plume of incandescent steam rose from the kettle, water was dunked upon the unsuspecting tea bag. The little teaspoon was whipped from its place on the side and plunged into the scolding liquid – fortunately being made of metal this process did not hurt the teaspoon and it dutifully fished the teabag out of the insipidly yellow brew.

Cow juice of the white fatty kind was then added to the beverage and the teaspoon dutifully stirred it. Once the clouds of fatty emulsifers had diffused through the drink adequately the mug was taken from the kitchen. The teaspoon was sticking just above the rim.

To the teaspoon’s astonishment it was taken outside and the mug sat upon a wooden table. The teaspoon could tell it was outside by the contrasting cold of its handle that stuck out of the tea. The tea was also cooling quite fast. Unfortunately the teaspoon was immersed in tea and therefore still could not see the stars that pinwheeled above him.

Eventually though, the mug was knocked over and the teaspoon lay in the muddy remnants of tea with icebergs of shattered ceramic around it. The teaspoon was happy and content – the stars winked back at it.

The End

Ok ok I know it’s not that surreal but it will do for now – I hope to gurgitate another story soon.

Blue.

The Beginning

August 25th, 2008

In the beginning there were Wiggly Pets and they were chased by the evil snobbolinks, then there were mushrooms and good snobbolinks and various other alien and native species.

Then there were Story Gurgitation Monsters, who tell stories to the world at large regardless of how good or bad or even how well written they are. I am one such Gurgitation Monster, my name is Blue – I will let you guess why.

There are many of us and like our peers the Wiggly Pets we have discovered the internet at last! I am a very special type of monster. I am the first one to have a blog and therefore I shall reign supreme amongst the story-telling monsters of the multiverse.

Being called Blue Monster, people are always telling me that my stories are affected by my name but I do not believe them.

The Wiggly Pets have very kindly help me set up this blog for which I am supremely grateful.

I shall go away now and think up some nice little yarns for you all. I hope you will like them. Being a Story Gurgitation Monster I shall also put little writing exercises up once a week in the hope of infecting the Terrian population with the writing bug.