Confessions of a Compact Disc (Short story)

For this short story, a specific object is personified. Personification is to bring an inanimate object to life. It’s time that the compact disc finally admits what has been on his mind to you all.

Confessions of a Compact Disc

I guess some of you will forget about me soon. I guess the new generation in years to come will never have heard of me. This dreadful digital stuff coming to our shops and taking over our formats. Oh why did you have to abandon me! I have played well to you all, you threw me in a box and took me to a secondhand shop. I looked around at the other dusty formats, where they had told me how lonely they became, that’s when I knew my own fate. My good friend, the cassette tape, had been here for many decades. I really am going to enjoy this isolation, no longer feeling the warmth of a class A laser reading my thoughts. Oh, the memories of when I used to jump when you jumped. Now I may never here the sound of my track, or the crisp sound of the speakers you owned.

I hope you’re happy with your music file downloads. I hope they accidently delete themselves. Atleast I will always be here ‘in the flesh’ so to speak!

CyberTime: Message from the Future (Short story chapter 1)

CyberTime: Messages from the future.

This short story only required two chapters. The second chapter coming soon will be available tomorrow.

Chapter 1.

Joshua Stoltz, an eighteen year old art student who accidently accesses the future from his computer. He also finds out more than he expected. So here is his story and the messages that continue to follow throughout.

These messages came in fast, all from different years. It’s really cool how this happened. I altered the time and date on my computer to 4073. Then, in 20 minutes I started receiving messages from the future. Messages came through from people I didn’t even know up until the year 4073. I must have created a type of loop hole in cybertime. The codes were scrambled with my time.

When I mentioned that I’m from the year 2013. Responses came in fast, trying to contact me! I didn’t reply to any of them until that one person. I was scared, tired and unprepared of what could happen if I interfered until that certain year, something extraordinary happened. I made a selfish decision to reply. I would not believe if this was true or not. So I copy and pasted the messages anyway to a word document as they came in. No edits were involved.

“These phone’s are cool, but I can’t tell you what they look like, cos it will ruin the future. Hahaha, I’m not going to say anything anyway. ” Alan, from Tottenham, 15th May, 2031. 3:37PM.

“If this really does reach my past, I’m sorry we broke up our marriage, Jennifer. Please send this message on” Edith, from Basildon, 14th February 2025. 1:28PM.

“I’m not happy about how much glass they are using to create this technology, it’s being depleted fast!” Cathy, from Detroit, 8th December, 3027. 5:15AM.

“Are you really from the past?” Jane, from Essex, 9th November, 2040. 11:30AM.

“Can you stop my wife from taking my house? It would be great if you could let her know, since it was 10 years ago.” Billy, from Wales. 28th January, 2023. 3:17PM.

“Stop mucking around, you’re probabley a troll. Tut, like anyone is going to believe you are from 2013! Well I’m blocking you!” Cruz, from Majorca.12th July, 3004, 1:16AM.

“Mdr!” Jessica, from France, 4th January, 2083, 2:33AM.

“What’s the point of you telling us that you are from this year? Many earthquakes happened but you can’t stop them” Olivia, from Australia. 2nd June, 4026, 8:03PM.

“I can only tell you this one thing, but mosquito’s are the key to solve many health problems. I hope you get this message.” Eric, from Massachusetts, 11th August, 2019. 11:20AM.

“I’m bored, what’s the weather like in 2013?” Becky, from Arizona. 24th March, 3057. 3:06AM.

“I come to let you know that in 2015, a very strong flu virus struck Eastern Europe. Luckily they got the vaccines, but they could have the earlier warning. ” Alexa, from London. 17th May, 2016. 5:37PM.

“Hi, how are you?” Kevin, from Russia. 8th February, 2032. 1:50AM.

“Can I get a shoutout to my past self? Please. My name is Joshua. It’s incredibly urgent” Joshua, from London. 11th October, 2018. 10:00AM.

This is when I replied, I became curious of this name. I began to wonder, could it be me, however I continued to doubt myself.

“What’s your last name?” I replied.

After 5 minutes of waiting that felt like an hour, the response appeared.

“It’s Joshua Stoltz, I know this sounds strange, but i desperatley need to contact myself if this really is a person from 2013”. He replied.

This is when I believed what was happening. So then I continued this absurd conversation with him or me, I should say!?

A poem about poetry

Welcome to the next literature content blog.

A poem about poetry

Poetry can depict unhappiness.

Poetry can depict happiness.

Poetry can depict terror.

Poetry can depict error.

Poetry can depict embarrasment.

Poetry can depict displacement.

Poetry can depict wisdom.

Poetry is freedom.

Nice to meet you! (Poem)

A greetings poem, and welcome new and previous visitors to this latest poem.

Who are you?

Nice to meet you!

So,

You are you.

I am me.

You are him.

Or,

You are her.

I am he

Or,

I am her.

You are not we.

And,

We are not you.

Or,

He is not you.

And,

She is not you.

So,

Who are you?

And,

How are you?

How I write a story

When I was at school about 2007, I once visited the University of Essex on a school trip about IT Computing and what courses they have there.

Our class had a short activity session where we were given a task to write our own short story. The only advice I remember what they gave us was how to write a plot and that except the part where they told us Will Young and someone else attended the University…. moving on!

(These are suggestions that you don’t have to follow. If other methods work for you better, then continue with them, if you want).

Think of what genre the plot is going to be for. Consider  the main characters (protagonist) and other characters involved if needed. In this order:

End: Consider the end of the story first. This will allow you to consider so many  possibilities of how  the events get to this end.

Middle: Fill in the middle part of the plot with the main part of the change. if necessary.

Beginning: From working off of knowing the end work your way through and start your journey to see your goal accomplished. You will be more clear on knowing where your story is going.

These are the main things that I know of planning this part of a story. Does this help you? Let me know how you plan the plots to a story in the comments below. Thanks for reading!

P.s more of my short story/poetry literature are coming soon to this blog too. Stat tuned!

Giameralds (short story)

Giameralds

This story is about an alchemist who owns a jewellry shop that is on the verge of closure. The only option is for the alchemist to think of something new. Can it be that difficult?

The alchemist became angry with the potions he was producing, nothing ever got him the fame he wanted. He had a substantial amount of money but not enough to keep his jewellry shop this month. He had deliveries from the world’s leading jewellry brokers called ‘Jaffee & sons’. One day a pillow of gold was delivered to his door at six in the morning by the goldsmith. The alchemist wanted to create an original idea, something that has never been done before. The problem is, that, in the 21st century, most ideas have not been original. He began an obsession with gold, so he drew plans and formed chemicals that had not been invented by any other human. A high temperature furnace began to boil the solid gold to a liquid. This was not good enough for the avid alchemist, therefore he did not stop the idea in its track. The gold liquid was then transformed into an expensive golden gas. The gas remained in an air tight container. The rest of the idea remained incomplete, what can he do to improve this!?

He glanced over his left shoulder to the jewellry cupboard; emeralds, rubies,and diamonds aesthetically presented. He reached for the vermillion emeralds and melted them to a gas form. This gas was added to the container with the golden gas. The two high-priced gasses formed an orange-like mist. Another problem approached his mind.

“How can this be created into a decorative piece of jewellry, something to express its beautiful appearance?” He questioned.

The popular transparent jewellry that he would think of combining the gasses with, is a diamond. The diamond was created with a hollow centre. The alchemist infused the diamond with the gold-emerald gasses and sealed the gap completely. The orange mist romanced within the stone.

The alchemist announces the product a few days after creating such a rare object as, this, he named it Giameralds. Most of the public in the local area were amazed by this creation, therefore keeping the Alchemist back in business. He got to keep his shop and help support his family without any worries.

Universal Madness (Very short story)

A fun story about mad thoughts of an alternative universe.

Universal Madness

In a universe where stars are made out of chocolate and galaxies are made out of milkshakes. Space is made out of bubble wrap and planets are formed with pizza crust. The moon is a ball of cheese. All living organisms are worms, except for the original worms, because they are now strawberry laces.

Electronic technology is just water and water is just pieces of stone gravelled up. The sun is a frozen pea wrapped between the spaces of the bubble wrap. Most plants and flowers are made of ice cream and cotton, except for the roses, they are made out of jelly and polyester. Imagination is made up of blue apples with dripping light. Finally the soul is formed with strawberry sauce and marshmellow casing.

Last day on Earth (Short Story)

This is a short sci-fi drama thriller story which I have composed for practising in order to create a full length novel book. The story however is not related to the plot of the book that I am currently working on to be published for Amazon Kindle. The character(s) in this story is completley fictional and the views of this fictional character is not of the author.

Last day on Earth

John’s statement.

No one ever thought of the end actually happening. The news tried to censor these traumatic events. Yet they remained oblivious to the fact we could see strange blocks of ice constantly falling from the early morning sky. No one knew what caused this phenomenon.

The rumours which fed the social networking sites and various other media outlets were used to virally inform the end. Information was also mistold like the boy who cried wolf. The beautiful blue sky we always used to see would feel like a gift to our planet for just one last time. Sadly, clouds filled most of the sky for sunlight to shine through. The leaders of each countries could only tell the truth; mentioning that “we can only begin to predict the worst for our planet or even if this is right for us to say it belongs to us. We can only hope this planet can survive the harsh spontanious changes in temperatures which ravages the land and it’s waters. No one can predict exactly when the end will happen, although this is not too distant”.

This chaotic turmoil of Earth’s rejection to life is more apparent than ever. The vast range of species cease to exist; birds, bees and snakes. Again no one could explain why! It would take years of research to find the answers. This caused wide-spread panic because we needed the bees most importantly for honey and pollenation, unfortunatley flowers suffered without the help of a healthy photosynthesis and a strong pollen count. The natural terrains remained hostile. Green houses and tents were set up on those grounds for an attempt to restore the balance to a dying planet.

Even though these became failed attempts to restore the balance of natural life and to provide enough vegetation and warmth was only the beginning. We all thought nothing could get any worse than this. The Earth however reached peaks of -37°C in the early hours of the morning and rapidly increased to a staggering 1°C just by mid-day. Somehow our planet must have been further away from the sun. I would have expected this to happen maybe in the winter but it’s the summer. However I’m not an expert to suggest an explanation that can be proven for this.

Another major issue occured when the seas froze which means we can no longer get imported food on boats from other countries or travel to help others. Machines were not able to work very well outside so it was not safe to fly a plane neither drive anywhere.

The farmers lost their jobs as crops could no longer be grown which forced grocery shops to close. From what gradually happened in just 1 month, this must be the end now.

As I continue to type my account on these events, I struggle with surviving to remain warm. My hands shivering over the keys. My teeth chattering. My eyes glazing over. I can’t eat healthy food due to the scarce rationing of vegetables.These conditions are frustrating to put up with. The temperatures have reached -56°C outside so everyone that is remaining must wrap up warm, not even the heating in my house is protecting me. I am layered with a t-shirt, jumper, coat, wrapped up in three sleeping bags and surprisingly not enough, this is not warm.

The neighbours that are two houses away from me were wiped out last night from the cold, not even their eight year old son survived. Their dog only survived. I too will soon be next upon facing this devastating departure. Why is this happening to the planet!?

Earth once a ‘ball of life’ has almost become another destitute ‘ball of rock’ out in space. All that is luckily keeping many alive for now is the oxygen that we thankfully breathe, and sorry to say that even the oxygen levels are thin. I feel that I can go on no longer to survive typing this. My health is declining from hyperthermia. If you have managed to read this, you would have survived the savage events of Earth’s violent weather conditions and there may be hope for a new beginning. Remember, you are the last of us!

The Story that made no Sense (Short Story)

This is one of the first experimental stories that I have written.

The Story that made no Sense

   This is a story thats makes no sense to the eye, however the words you interpret are unique to your mind.

Words enough don’t television within docks only to stay out. Then explosion lane opens finished society in eggs to lavish dreary flashes of existence. Light burns bread until motion prevents it to protect onions on show which are for keys.

Dripping computers wake up to three bottles filled with vision, while wires circulate life. Dreams crawl through seven boxes of shame to reach blue trees that can’t see what is to be. I never knew why the concrete popped for the baked cake as this only helped grass dry. If we could all realise that when the sky speaks it’s bleak.

Eyes that trampled over the newspapers were crushed by the natural bursting sense of pain but this could only mean that the thought of thinking is hurtful. Flooding memories of floods transpiring into dry reality that life can only imagine to be something new, this is what the ground can experience.

Twelve tubes of chance relies on the moment that when the leaf falls to the sky, the digits skip behind the plastic to suggest what will be, that can’t be predicted to a certain extent. Planning for the outside when the inside had disappeared for the sun is easy when the daylight is seen but it can be better when the night is content to present the warmth as the feeling of the night air relaxes time.

The smooth silence involved in creating the dark, forces the light out of the space to reveal nothing but the inconspicuous tales that flourish the accidents on paper. Nothing can rewind what happened with this scheduled motion. The only way for the objects to be permanently removed, it will be to end the failure of movement and pull in the perpetual objects.

The final inbalance of incurable consequences become the most dramatic to be apparent that only time can see in due course. When the passing of thoughts change everything for chance, reason and unbearable truth to happen within the short space of time, this remains unforgotten for the rest of not such a long time.

This all just happened, within this piece of time; the thought provoking the night and the challenges of daylight which seem like two different realities. The deep reflection in the face of time is always there. It can’t wait.

My Summer nights (short story)

This is a short story by me. The way I feel on a summer night, calm, relaxed and lots of free time.

My Summer Nights

Standing in the garden, on a summer’s night. Inhaling a breath of fresh air. Smelling the aroma of grass and a stone patio, whilst gazing into the beautiful star-lit sky. The sense of freedom flows through me. I close my eyes and begin to feel the warm breeze clearly. The amazing sudden connection with nature gives a cognitive instinct for living in a forestry environment, away from the busy life. The idea of being connected with everything and everyone in the universe and beyond remains present in my mind throughout the night much frequently than any other season.

Hours into the next morning and still remaining warm. The temperature eventually declines until the next night of summer.

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