Sunday, 18 March 2018

Surviving Fire

The tree was in the best spot to balance the sunlight needed to grow shining over the hills and the river flow nearby to keep the soil moist.

It had a few years of uninterrupted growth, enough to last through the first fire. There were a few more fires across the next decade or so, more than was needed for the health of the land. But the tree survived them all.

It grew tall, and strong, and thick, until it was the largest tree in the forest, then the largest one on the planet, then cut down to make matches.

Saturday, 17 March 2018

Last Chance To Say It For The First Time

I pressed record on the holocamera.

I was silent for several seconds, wasting countless amounts of the Government's money.

"I just...

I probably should have thought about this beforehand. I mean, I thought about it before I pressed record, but all those nights I spent training for this mission, I should have taken some time to think what I'd say, if I had a chance to record one last message to you before I died because of radiation or reactor overload or...

I love you baby, and you were right about this.

Wait, is that the first time I've ever-"

Friday, 16 March 2018

Blowing It

As a child I heard this fable about a demon seeing a man blow on his hands ("To warm them up") and blow on his soup ("To cool it down") is convinced the human is a monster, being able to blow hot and cold.

It's supposedly about making bad judgements on incomplete information, but I always wondered why an intelligent creature doesn't understand relative temperatures.

But then later I realised that it's a demon. Hell only has one temperature level (warmish), so it works.

Then much later I found out it's a satyr, so I clearly didn't learn the lesson.

Thursday, 15 March 2018

Free Two Wheeling

Mother was playing her colour matching gem game when Son raced in.

"How was your first day of school then?"

Son could hardly contain himself.

"When the bell went we all ran outside and there was this row of bicycles and we were all taking them and I took one and it's amazing they GAVE ME A BICYCLE!!!"

Well, of course Mother had to give him such a beating, and a lecture on stealing and taking things, then marched him to school the next day to apologize.

And then learn about the grant from the billionaire to get kids active.

Wednesday, 14 March 2018

Control Of My Life


I lacked it for most of my life. My mother was shackled when she gave birth to me, and once I was old enough to hold a tool, I was sold, and forced to work.

It took twenty years for a war to free me, or at least the chaos caused by war allowing me to gain control of my life by applying a tool to my former master's skull.

So now that I have control, finally, you want me to give it up and follow your rules?

Death is a choice. I can make that choice.

I do.

Tuesday, 13 March 2018

Hardened Up

There was a time, not too long ago, when I would have just let the insults go. I would have kept my head down, staring at my drink, and waited. Eventually most bullies get tired when they don't get a response.

But that was before I met her.

I don't think I've changed, at least not too much. It's not that she's changed me, I haven't suddenly altered my entire personality just because I met a girl.

It's just that if your new girlfriend could bench press a fridge, and was happy to beat people up, wouldn't you take advantage?

Monday, 12 March 2018

Too Much Of A James

Kate sat me down, and I prepared myself for her dumping me. She then proceeded to dump me, so I was ahead of the game. But the reason she dumped me was weird.

"You're just too much of a James."

I stared at her for a moment.

"My name is Ryan..."

"That's not what I mean."

"My middle name-"

"James was one of my previous boyfriends, and he was just as immature and self-obsessed as you are."

"But that was him, and I'm me. Give me time to change."

She did, and I tried, but she was a total Sharon.