There’s the girl who puts the treadmill stubbornly at 10kph but can only manage to run at that pace for less than 30 seconds. Then, she holds onto the rails of the treadmill for 30 seconds, stomping away, until she runs again for another 30 seconds.
There are the girls who put shirts or jackets over their belly and crotch areas to hide.
There’s the girl who was wearing gloves to run.
There are the people who go to the gym and use the treadmill to walk.
There’s the smoker who runs for a long time who ends up next to me half of the time. As soon as he starts running, it starts smelling like ashes.
There are the people who do splits and stretching, men and women alike.
Over at the McSweeney’s column Notes from a Caddishack, I wish that Mel had finished his story. It was pretty interesting.
Beautiful story by Mima Simić over @ the Firmuhment. It’s hard to imagine how life would be without sight.
It’s a little past midnight, and a man gets out of a courtyard. He’s got a dog in tow and he’s walking quickly towards a nearby park. The dog follows his master obediently on the leash. It’s a French bulldog, all muscle and all clown. The owner is pulling the dogs along. He sees a bunch of stray dogs nearby, strangely clustered around a large container. The man doesn’t think too much about it and hurries onward.
Continue reading “Dogkill”
It’s taken a while for me to get back into creative writing and my stories. I’m happy to report that I’ve started writing in the Galactic Rim universe. I’m continuing the story where it left off, and editing parts of what I have already written. I’ve got the feeling that over the last year, I’ve become a better writer. Teaching grammar to adults and writing articles everyday has helped me a lot.
I’m also preparing to edit, write and pursue Symria once again. During the course of the next few months, I hope to put together a few book proposals. If there are any agents or publishers reading this, please contact me.
Symria is a young adult fantasy novel. Galactic Rim is hard science-fiction. There is also a memoir of someone that I would like to put together. I think that I’ll be ready to publish an excerpt of Symria soon. The story was started in November 2007 for NaNoWriMo. It’s got about 75000 words until now.
Today I saw a girl in the bus. She was young. I’d say 18-21, but I have trouble really telling what her exact age was. She was in army fatigues. She was obviously in the Canadian Armed Forces. She had the beret and her unit insignia.
She was an incredibly striking girl. Very full lips, grayish eyes and striking features. I almost took a picture, but she was on the phone shortly after and the magic of the moment was lost. I was sitting in the back and she was sitting directly in front of me, on a bench that was perpendicular to my seat. She kept showing me this incredibly beautiful angle from her neck to her cheek lost deep in her thoughts.
On Friday, I saw two guys practicing parkour in a park. I just saw them for a short while, but that was enough to see one of them to a backward somersault. I almost got off the bus to take some photos, but it was the end of a hard week and I wanted to relax.
On the way home for lunch today, it started to rain. On the way back to work it was still raining. I saw a lady using her reusable grocery bag to shield her head from her head. It really looked bizarre since she really had the bag on her head.
If you’ve got any stories that you would like to send me, please feel free to do so. I started the Storytree stories more than a year ago to collect stories of people and my own. All of the ones that were published were witnessed by me or they happened to me. I would like to expand the project into other people’s stories. Good or bad, nice or naughty.
Here are some guidelines:
Storytree stories must be real.
They can be very short or very long.
They can be sent anonymously. I’d actually prefer to anonymize them before publishing.
You can send me anything, but I reserve the right to choose what gets published.
You can also send photos to accompany your stories.
You can include adult situations and language, but be advised that I will post a warning above such stories.
Send them to memoirs [dot] on [dot] a [dot] rainy [dot] day [at] gmail [dot] com.