"Doesn't this random scattering... seem desperately random - like the elaborations of a bad liar?"

 

I am a truth about which I no longer choose to write.

invisible junctionsserve blind roadsan atlas chartingitself
a direction lackedwatching the waypaths collect usinstead


invisible junctions
serve blind roads
an atlas charting
itself

a direction lacked
watching the way
paths collect us
instead

OK. So this has really turned into a thing, which is awesome. Here is the final tally of all the words I’ve sourced:

redeactivated - silent
purplemonkeysexgod69 - potato
irrationalgraceistaken - quixotic
thephilosophersotherstone - blaze
wordrummager - succulent
starlingwings - blinding
unknowmenclature - mulch
racingserendipity - saturated
mermaidsbite - frigorific (i’ll lend my creative license to this word)
ozthewild - maelstrom
photovotary - forgotten
downtherabbitholemichele - peaceful
desayunogratis - absent
notjustcookies - historic
fakesurprise - sour
street-heart-posts - sunlit
writteninjoy2 - rain
indigo-blue-2 - hallowed

My intent is to use these words to craft a story (and no, not to simply use them in the story). All of these words will be used to create characters, places and themes (who knows, they might even be names…) You won’t know any details of the story until it’s done, and unfortunately I can’t guarantee when that will happen. It could be days or weeks, but in spite of the prose and poetry you’ll see in the meantime, I will be working hard (or hardly working) at it. 

I’ll be off and on today, mostly to catch up on some reading I missed over the weekend. You might see some words from me, but if I had to choose between reading and writing today, I’d rather read yours. 

Have a great day everyone. My project is officially underway. :)

Damn. Didn’t do nearly what I hoped to do today that reading/writing on here felt as remote as a week-old dream. I’ll have words and hearts for you guys tomorrow. Maybe tonight, if I can spare any time.

viperslang:

Welcome to Cyberhex V1.0 : The Shamanic Narcotic
Featuring -
infinitesplinters
thesingersgirl
andlohespoke
tothecatcher
whoeverswinning
howitzerliterarysociety
mickeymichal
syntaxandsemantics
nectar-traps
ohgd 
dirty-soapbox
smartyrpoetry
mikeyj529
esn13
ohlookdonuts
indigenousdialogues
invinciblecharlie
kdecember
javacow
& some more breathtaking talent from the serpent slang of this digital Acephale as well as a personal interview with the internationally renowned photographer and visual artist kalliope-amorphous

“OFFICERS OF OUR GUERILLA MUST BE POETS.
THE AREA OF POETRY MUST BE CONSTANTLY RE-CREATED.”- Brion Gysin, Guerrilla Conditions

With Love,
Cyberhex Editorial Team



Wonderful to be included with some truly fine talent. Many thanks to Scherezade and the Cyberhex staff for their hard work.

viperslang:

Welcome to Cyberhex V1.0 : The Shamanic Narcotic

Featuring -

& some more breathtaking talent from the serpent slang of this digital Acephale as well as a personal interview with the internationally renowned photographer and visual artist kalliope-amorphous

“OFFICERS OF OUR GUERILLA MUST BE POETS.


THE AREA OF POETRY MUST BE CONSTANTLY RE-CREATED.”

- Brion Gysin, Guerrilla Conditions

With Love,

Cyberhex Editorial Team

Wonderful to be included with some truly fine talent. Many thanks to Scherezade and the Cyberhex staff for their hard work.

So, if anyone is still paying attention to these intermittent crowdsource posts, I asked a general question yesterday with no context or bearing. It was a little social experiment of mine, something of a blind prompt. 

I wanted to see who would respond to such an absurd question, but it does have some merit. What I got were wildly different responses, but the aim was to gather the thoughts dug deep from others—perhaps even subconsciously—and try to challenge myself to a story using them. 

Here is what I collected:

redeactivated - silent
purplemonkeysexgod69 - potato
irrationalgraceistaken - quixotic
thephilosophersotherstone - blaze
wordrummager - succulent
starlingwings - blinding
unknowmenclature - mulch
racingserendipity - saturated
mermaidsbite - frigorific (i’ll lend my creative license to this word)
ozthewild - maelstrom
photovotary - forgotten
downtherabbitholemichele - peaceful

Now that the secret’s out, I’ll open up the polls once more for today and allow anyone else to offer a word (please see the link above) or else give the opportunity for those who’ve contributed to either retract or amend their word. 

My apologies for the secrecy. I am feeling spontaneous and want to challenge myself while at the same time to give an odd sort of thanks to this writing community. I know no other way to do it. 

I’ll be away most of today, so I can’t guarantee a response until tonight/tomorrow. Until then, have a fabulous Saturday.

Wash
remnant faith articles swept throughout and beyond
how far a sky does manage how fast a prayer will fleet

Wash

remnant faith
articles swept
throughout
and beyond

how far a sky
does manage
how fast a prayer
will fleet

And then this happened.

When I ordered this book, I hadn’t realized the address to which I sent it was the old default address of the house now belonging to my ex-wife (don’t ask me how that happened, since my current residence is my default). A nagging feeling forced me to check the mailing address a couple of days later, and to my dismay I saw where it was headed. At the last second I tried to make the change, but got no word of whether or not I was successful. I texted her a heads-up that a package for me was going to the old house. For nearly two weeks, I dreaded the prospect of meeting her to collect the book, and having us talk about the last seven months incommunicado. Then, last night, after a thirteen-hour day of work, I found this book in my mailbox. And all was right with the world. (No, I haven’t texted her back yet. I’ll let her sweat it out a little longer)

Anyone who knows the last fifteen months of my life knows the trust issues I have with letting a woman into my home, and fact I was prepared to face my past to do it makes this a story worth telling. Let no one say my home is not filled with joy.

And then this happened.

When I ordered this book, I hadn’t realized the address to which I sent it was the old default address of the house now belonging to my ex-wife (don’t ask me how that happened, since my current residence is my default). A nagging feeling forced me to check the mailing address a couple of days later, and to my dismay I saw where it was headed. At the last second I tried to make the change, but got no word of whether or not I was successful. I texted her a heads-up that a package for me was going to the old house. For nearly two weeks, I dreaded the prospect of meeting her to collect the book, and having us talk about the last seven months incommunicado. Then, last night, after a thirteen-hour day of work, I found this book in my mailbox. And all was right with the world. (No, I haven’t texted her back yet. I’ll let her sweat it out a little longer)

Anyone who knows the last fifteen months of my life knows the trust issues I have with letting a woman into my home, and fact I was prepared to face my past to do it makes this a story worth telling. Let no one say my home is not filled with joy.

Polls are now closed. Thanks, you guys, for participating. Announcement to follow later today about just what the hell it was all about.