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Neat Bit of Synchronicity
Posted on April 1, 2020 by Alex V. Weir
Positive vibes from my pocket recommends… https://www.bicycling.com/rides/a31245986/two-strangers-meet-bike-ride-journey/ So many feels… Right on maaaaaan…..
Category: Alex Weir, Stories, The Fractal Journal, Uncategorized, VlogTags: Bicycling, Cycling, Interesting Things, Synchronicity, Uncanny
The Distance Remained
Posted on March 5, 2020 by Alex V. Weir
What even is poetry? I suppose it’s for when life is too weedy and wonderful for prose. We waited a long time there in the brambles, amidst the tobacco smoke, we talked for hours. What were we on about? It didn’t matter. Together was…
Category: Alex Weir, Stories, The Fractal Journal, UncategorizedTags: Eternity, Memories, Sentiment
East Berlin – Another Writing Prompt
Posted on January 10, 2020 by Alex V. Weir
Nothing. Nothing at all. It was reassuring. Viktor stepped away from the window breathing a sigh of relief. Max clacked in from the kitchen. The corgi stood in the middle of the floor gazing lopsidedly at his owner. It was so good that he…
Category: Alex Weir, Original Fiction, Stories, The Fractal Journal, UncategorizedTags: Dystopia, Suspense, Writing Prompts
Ajar – Free Writing Prompt/Idea
Posted on January 7, 2020 by Alex V. Weir
Rain pattered hynotically against the windsheild. Making it damned difficult to keep my eyes open. Somewhere a million miles away a voice informed me that the door was ajar. I hate getting out of bed. But she’d turned the shower on and now I…
Category: Alex Weir, Original Fiction, Stories, The Fractal Journal, UncategorizedTags: Ideas, Scenes, Writing Prompts
Jack was always last…
Posted on December 28, 2019 by Alex V. Weir
“There’s nothing out there,” I said stepping across decript floorboards. They creaked in protest. “Ok,” I responded. “I guess there’s some wheat in the field. Though it’s wilted.” The wind shuffled the flies on the brick windowsill. “What? You thought they were paper airplanes?”…
Category: Alex Weir, Original Fiction, Stories, The Fractal Journal, Uncategorized, Weird FictionTags: atmosphere, Fatalism, Finality, Musings
Cheap Perfume (Poem)
Posted on December 27, 2019 by Alex V. Weir
Barely breathin Through the incense That’s hidin The cigarettes And the mysteries of the Orient Are just histories Wrapped and bent Dropping into ashtrays Just behind the whiskey glass Rouding days Up with tallies made of grass You’re dirt My dirty cheap perfume And…
Category: Alex Weir, poems, Stories, The Fractal Journal, UncategorizedTags: Atmospheres, Memories, Moods, Realities
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