41 Posts Tagged "story"

Open Participants 2017, The Network

An Invocation to “Come & Play”

tellio on May 18, 2017

Simon’s latest ramble ends with the invitation, “Come and play.” Don’t mind if I do. I remixed his long read into a video using the very interesting new browser tool, Lumen5. Lumen5 allows you to ‘translate’ any web post into a multimedia production. Here is my translation of Simon’s post. It feels a bit like a sliver to a much sharper and larger shard that is the original, but I got a good sense for this new tool and more […]

Open Participants 2017, The Network

An Invocation to “Come & Play”

tellio on May 18, 2017

Simon’s latest ramble ends with the invitation, “Come and play.” Don’t mind if I do. I remixed his long read into a video using the very interesting new browser tool, Lumen5. Lumen5 allows you to ‘translate’ any web post into a multimedia production. Here is my translation of Simon’s post. It feels a bit like a sliver to a much sharper and larger shard that is the original, but I got a good sense for this new tool and more […]

Kean University 2017, The Network

Skin Girl

helterskelliter on March 27, 2017

Drumbeat batters breeze bare-knuckled. Bloody, if it could. Tut-tut-tut transforms the atmosphere into something tormented. Tortured. Just a sliver shy of a scream. I sway to the sound, skin soaking in its scathe. Absorbing the maim and claim. The tug and tear. In the thick of the crowd, illuminated by a mix of fire and faint moonlight, a figure fights the drum’s beating. Twists sharp turns to thwart possession. To prevail. A losing game. Once lured in, that’s it. Other figures clap, […]

Kean University 2017, The Network

Shedding Silence

helterskelliter on March 26, 2017

So, my laptop managed to make a miraculous recovery. *killjoys make some noise~* She’s a real trooper. Anyway, that means I finally got around to playing with sound. And, to being frustrated by it. That said, I didn’t really feel a strong pull towards any of the not-to-do-list prompts. I did really like reading one of my works aloud in class this past week, though. So, I decided to run with that and record myself–again–reading my story. Only, this time, with some added sound […]

Kean University 2017, The Network

Split Girl

helterskelliter on March 20, 2017

“See.” Auntie would hiss, breath-half mist-half piss–spit splattering across my face like soggy freckles. “Don’t you see?” Spittle soaking deep into bone, I’d bob my neck up down. A metronome kicked on its side. But that was never enough. My compliance meant nothing till it suffered. Till I suffered. Till I looked. “Can’t you see?” A banshee-screech that bounced off mirrored glass like my small skull in Auntie’s gargantuan grip. Bang. Bang. “I see.” My raspy exhale fogged the glass. “See […]

Open Participants 2017, The Network

Hayfields in March

tellio on March 18, 2017

Haytime in March Kevin and I have been to and fro today with some raw materials, words for play like legos. Here is how it went. First, I did a freewrite as part of a post I wrote describing a couple of tools for minimal distraction writing Here is a raw freewrite I put in the post. Hulk no like. That is how I feel sometimes [image of Hulk hanging over my writing space]. I know some folks won’t read […]

Open Participants 2017, The Network

Nuzzel to Narro: SoundGecko Redux or How to Create a Podcast from a Newsletter Automagically

tellio on March 16, 2017

Not very long ago in a tech universe really pretty close in time, I had a handy dandy browser/app program called SoundGecko. Alas, RIP, but it appears to have been resurrected in the form of Narro and in ways that make it even more useful. With Narro, you can turn any text from a post into voice. My favorite voice is the UK one called “Brian”. These bot voices have come a long way toward humanity in the last year. […]

Kean University 2017, The Network

Ghost Girl

helterskelliter on March 12, 2017

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. ~ Edgar Allen Poe Mama went in her sleep. How she wanted. How she dreamed. Death is an illusion. An imagined end. Mama rasped toward her own foreseeable ending, breaths short and shallow. We don’t live here. We live inside. When you dream, my little ghost, look for me. I will be there. So I did. When Mama moved on from here, I searched–inside. Reached into the recesses. Haunted […]

Kean University 2017, The Network

Living Dead Girl IV

helterskelliter on March 8, 2017

Part I, Part II, Part III, I’ve become accustomed to being watched. Hollow, sightless eyes boring into me from beyond. Gaping gazes trying to swallow me up, their seeking ravenous for every last scrap. For anything that could fill the empty spaces. Make them a little less like windows without torches. It’s ever-night where they are. Nana said one evening while I was studying the intricacies of incantation intonation at the table, her knobby knuckles knocking a suspiciously rhythmic beat against the window’s wooden […]

Kean University 2017, The Network

The Man on the Blue Moped-Rated R

writeannabella on March 3, 2017

The Man on The Blue Moped-Rated R By Anna Bella “I looked for someone to help me and I was surprised when I saw myself. I saw a man on a blue moped, and I saw freedom.” The man in the photo you see is Reuben Cross. I met him a few days ago. Mr. Reuben is a man of an arrogant yet remarkable character. He has held a deep bitterness in his heart for what happened to his […]

Kean University 2017, The Network

It Will Be Satisfied

helterskelliter on March 1, 2017

Swamp surrounds the village, dirt little more than sponge, sopping up so much water even the slightest of us must strap net stretched across stiff wooden slats to our feet or else risk being swallowed whole. Too many have become meals, preserved in the muck for unsuspecting outside-dwellers to stumble across on one of their daring jaunts to our reaches. It’s why we’re called the People of the Mud. Big sister, unruly and untamable, always a donning a reckless sort of […]

Kean University 2017, The Network

Dream Girl

helterskelliter on February 28, 2017

“Let’s go to our happy place.” Mommy would say when Daddy’s voice began to hit a certain octave–somewhere between a beastly bellow and a rumbling growl. It bounced off bone. Broke bone–when a slur accompanied it. Sometimes when it didn’t. Mommy told the nurses I was clumsy–a topsy, turvy tot falling head over teapot. Lost in my own little dream land. The nurses never looked as convinced as Mommy did. Hospitals were frequent but transient haunts, us hollow-eyed phantasms in advance mourning for […]

Kean University 2017, The Network

Living Dead Girl III

helterskelliter on February 22, 2017

Part I, Part II Deadwood’s sole flower shoppe used to be Moses’ Roses–the liveliest place in town. Then, Moses Redding passed away. Peacefully in the night. I know because he came to our window, hollow-eyed and with a red, red bloom in hand. Nana put it in a vase on her nightstand, beside her citronella candle. It wilted by morning. Cerese Redding, Moses’ wife…widow, came around next, a similar bloom–only slightly wilting–woven into her graying hair. She approached Nana and me in the grocery store, […]

Kean University 2017, The Network

Wasteland Girl

helterskelliter on February 15, 2017February 18, 2017

Fog thick like honey but not half-so-sweet clogs the air. Is the air. Without a respirator, it would coat my throat, crawl down the black hole between my bony clavicles to cloy in my lungs. Convince me to claw at my chest till the pressure had an escape route. Ten routes to be exact. Our atmosphere was the first to go. Corroded by uncensored contaminants. Ignited by the bombs. I fell asleep beneath a burning sky, lulled by Mother’s staggered breaths. […]

Kean University 2017, The Network

X meets Y. The End

writeannabella on February 13, 2017February 13, 2017

A really short story response to the #dda44 X meets Y. The end. Why does this story finish so fast? When X met Y then they had Z and that was the end and completion of everything.