tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25182780.post5066409639107981729..comments2023-10-29T10:22:30.101+00:00Comments on Oliver Davies: 30 Day Writing Challenge - Day 2Oliver Davieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00499868709709501518noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25182780.post-78878158086810588602012-11-15T13:08:13.999+00:002012-11-15T13:08:13.999+00:00There is definitely more of this story swimming ar...There is definitely more of this story swimming around in my head somewhere.... :-)Oliver Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00499868709709501518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25182780.post-76740250290571463162012-11-07T22:47:13.945+00:002012-11-07T22:47:13.945+00:00I want mooooore of this SF!!!! :((
;)I want mooooore of this SF!!!! :((<br /><br /><br /><br />;)Me wants more of this storynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25182780.post-34145749220024572142012-03-04T12:25:19.464+00:002012-03-04T12:25:19.464+00:00http://djamidin.blogspot.com/2012/03/slowing-fear....http://djamidin.blogspot.com/2012/03/slowing-fear.htmlredactedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01409209796523508556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25182780.post-91757828034635038992012-03-03T18:51:25.836+00:002012-03-03T18:51:25.836+00:0030 Day Writing Challenge
Day 2: Facing your fear
...30 Day Writing Challenge<br />Day 2: Facing your fear<br /><br />It was bigger than anything she had ever seen. She trembled, and with a disgusted look on her face she did a few steps backwards. She didn’t know what to do. There was no one at home to protect her. She had to face this fear all by herself.<br /><br />Quickly she looked around. She was looking for a weapon, and noticed her high heels at her rooms’ door. Perhaps she could use those? But no, she shoe sole would be too small, so there would be the possibility that the “thing” would not be hit. And in that case, there might be a very small chance that it would touch her hand. It might be easier to use her sneakers. Their shoe soles had a bigger surface, so her chance to hit her target would increase.<br /><br />She stared at the “thing”, sitting still on the wall. She had the feeling it was looking at her, preparing for attack. She tried to remember where she had put her sneakers, and soon remembered that she had left them downstairs. Perhaps she could run downstairs, grab her shoes, and then come up again to face her foe once more. But this time, she would be armed.<br /><br />But what if, when she returned, the “thing” was gone? Then it could be everywhere, and her room would no longer be a safe place. While looking at the “thing”, she slowly opened her backpack. She put her arm inside, feeling the different objects inside, analyzing in her brain how the objects would work, being used as a weapon. She pulled a book out of her backpack, and decided this would be the weapon of her choice. She shoved her backpack aside and was now eye in eye with the “thing” on her wall, ready for action, ready for a fight.<br /><br />Slowly she did a few steps forward, decreasing the distance between her and her adversary. Her facial expression was confident. She would get rid of this disgusting creature, and make the world a better place. She raised her book in both hands, and then bumped it against the wall. The creature was now crushed. With a sigh she removed the book from the wall, and looked at the dead creature, now lying on the backside of her book. With her book in her hand she walked to her window, and opened it. With her index finger she shot the tiny, dead spider out of the window.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25182780.post-22232513667930569392012-03-03T14:01:28.559+00:002012-03-03T14:01:28.559+00:00Facing the fear
Love.. For so many people, it is ...Facing the fear<br /><br />Love.. For so many people, it is the answer to many questions. The answer to life and something you might not even be able to live without. For me it is a fear. Losing control of what I am, what I want (is it my heart talking or my head). Thinking about someone too much for your own good, that is how it feels. You really want to be with the person, but it frightens you so much that you will pull it very close at times and at others try to push it away, fast! Too affraid you aren´t enough to be loved all at once and someone will crush it in a blink of an eye. You want to stay the way you are, however you will do anything within your reach to be there for that person, no matter how much it might expose you. Are you putting in too much effort? Will the person stay within your reach, even with all your flaws? Something I like to keep distance from me... Love....Gemma Neelemanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02442396294194923049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25182780.post-50231080461962773312012-03-03T09:24:02.098+00:002012-03-03T09:24:02.098+00:00Cool story Oliver! too bad it ended before the enc...Cool story Oliver! too bad it ended before the encounter. The story makes you want enravel the mysteries of these aliens. :)<br />Here is my slightly shorter story<br /><br />30 day writing challenge:<br />Day2: Facing the fear<br /><br />Ian mackenzy is his name.<br />He hears a lot and because of that he doesn't hear much. The sound of the plane's engine prevents it. "Oh god, why am i up here?" he thinks.. He could have bailed out half an hour ago when the plane was still on the ground. But now he can't go back.<br />"why did I agree to do this?" he thinks. He knows why. He's always been the calculating one, the one that doesn't take a risk. His girl friend left him a month ago. Said he was controlling her too much. Maybe she was right, but how could he just let her go out every night without asking were she'd been and what she'd done. His thoughts are intervened by an even louder noise; the sound of wind passing the door that just opened. Fear accelarates his heart as he is one step closer to jumping out the plane. He forces his body to move to the door. His limbs feel stiff as they protest.<br />He feels the wind playing with his hair. He looks down.<br />What a sight!<br />There is a change. First there was only fear, but now as he looks down into that vast space below him, he feels invited.<br />The air is saying: feel my freedom, feel my rush, feel my beauty.<br />He jumps.<br />He never felt so free.<br />Ian mackenzy was his name.Esther Zuidgeestnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25182780.post-45928568369629546992012-03-03T03:08:16.076+00:002012-03-03T03:08:16.076+00:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.redactedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01409209796523508556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25182780.post-637259148005853382012-03-03T00:06:36.303+00:002012-03-03T00:06:36.303+00:00Oliver Davies 30 day writing challenge
Day 2 - Fac...Oliver Davies 30 day writing challenge<br />Day 2 - Facing the fear (semi autobiographical)<br /><br />It's a nice warm, autumm evening. Most of the city is already asleep, and it's quite still on the road. But there are two figures disturbing this stillness. A boy and a girl, riding their bikes, chatting and laughing with eachother. An unknowing onlooker might think they're a couple. They enter a series of allies, and come to a halt. It seems as if the girl has arrived home, but she doesn't make any attempts to enter her house yet. She is still talking with the guy, and the bikes are put aside.<br />'Come on, you know I can't tell what I heard' she says<br />'Okay, but I think I know what they said anyway.' he replies.<br />'Oh really now?'<br />'Yes'<br />'Well, what is it then?' she asks of him, looking expectantly.<br />What is it? he thinks. Well how about the fact that I love you with whole my heart, that just thinking of you puts a smile on my face, that I will try my hardest to be with you, because you make me feel happy?<br />But that is just what he thinks. The transition from thought to spoken word doesn't happen. It's not that there's anything going wrong, like stumbling in front of a full classroom, answering a difficult question. <br />No.<br />It's the biggest fear there is that stops him. The fear of rejection. The fear of getting hurt. Again.<br />'Ehm...' he finally replies.<br />'Well?' she says inpatiently. Probably because she knows what's coming, he thinks.<br />'Well' he starts, looking at the sky 'it is probably that I'm in love with you'.<br />The words finally leave his mouth, very soft and nervous, even though he normally has a really loud voice. Or so he's been told.<br />She looks at him. He looks at her.<br />And as he expected, he gets rejected because she puts on some bullshit story about her previous boyfriend. The boyfriend that he helped comfort her from. It all end with an awkward silence and hug, and the girl making up all kinds of excuses and comfort talk. He says it's alright.<br />Little does she know that he spends the remainded of that night drinking whisky while listening to blues. Gary Moore. Classic. And he enjoys how well this scene fits with his feeling. This feeling of misery. <br />With a small sigh, he drains the last of his whisky, shuts down the music and goes to sleep, mind still racing with what happened. <br /><br />And to this day, when passing certain locations, or hearing about certain topics, still makes him remember that song. It fits. Because he still got the blues for her.Jeroen Bloemhoffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18334826301895411615noreply@blogger.com