Lastwords's New Writeups

The Damage Done (thing)

2005-01-03T16:09:22Z

"I was awakened late one night by the screaming of a young French prisoner in the cell next door. The sound of his scream was excruciating. It wasn't just the sort of scream of pain, but of madness too. It was the sort of sound you never want to hear coming from a human being...It became obvious that whatever was torturing him was so overwhelming that he couldn't hear us at all. He was lost in his own pain. When we entered the Frenchman's cell, he was alone, curled into a ball...On his neck, just below the ear, was an enormous lump, about the size of an avocado. As we looked at the lump, it appeared to be moving. David seemed to know what was going on and dashed back to our cell to get a razor blade. David told us to hold the Frenchman down, as he was going to lance the lump with the razor. As soon as the blade sliced the skin, the wound opened up like a new flower. And out of the gash in the Frenchman's neck spilled hundreds of tiny, worm-like creatures, wriggling and…

Cotton ghosts (idea)

2004-09-24T14:55:58Z

"Ghosts don't breathe air," Amy said aloud. Lucy looked at her with those clear blue eyes and said "Ghosts live forever,"
Amy got up from her stool and went to sit next to Lucy. She started playing with her hair. Amy liked that.
"Ghosts are scary and jump out on you and scream 'boo'" Amy said.
Lucy nodded, pulling her hair momentarily away from Amy's hands. Lucy let out some musical air: a little whimper or a purr as a cat does when happy.
"But if they don't breathe the air" Lucy said, "then how do they live?"
Amy stopped playing with her hair for a moment. She had a frown on her face as though an invisible man had appeared without his supernatural disguise. "Ghosts don't need to breathe the air; they have all the air from their lives stuck in them."
Lucy carried on purring. A thought struck her at a fast speed. "Ghosts can hide really well."
Amy agreed by nodding.
Amy looked up and saw the clock. Both of the…

They came together so as to form one whole (idea)

2004-07-11T21:56:40Z

Part One - Red aura, she looked bright

Beneath the red aura, Willow Wisp took out his pouch. He leaned on the wall, where the emanation jumped - back and forth - ricocheting. He had it trapped, for now, in his pouch.

Amadeus's hair swung round and round like birds flying inbetween the wind. The branch he was sitting on was just above Willow Wisp, out of sight but not out of mind. Like an old friend - and an old enemy - Amadeus changed guise, changed emotion, changed state, not once but twice.

First, he held two emotions tight: clasped to his heart. They were melancholy followed by remorse. Cursing the air, as the thoughts washed over him, Amadeus withdrew from the past momentarily. He had been afflicted with a second state, from Willow Wisp's cunning hands, and they were soaring recidivism together with ardor. This would be his downfall, Amadeus thought.

Willow Wisp knelt down to tie up…

Three forefathers conceive a recruit (idea)

2004-05-10T22:10:03Z

The door read 'new recruits' in grand italic letters, I went through clinching my manuscript under my left arm (my right holding my conscription papers), pondering whether I should jump ship, slip out the back, or just turn around and leave unnoticed. I sat down at the nearest seat, ignoring the other men who looked grim; a picture of melancholy swept across their faces like lost children in the night. I began to read my father's manuscript.

My struggle so far has been with people. All types of people, in fact everyone I meet has given me trouble, in some way or another. I do not like them, nor do they like me. This is fine with me. Actually, I would not have it any other way.

Of course I am pure, white, strong and determined. However, I believe I am one of a kind. The other kinds I do not like, and like I have just said they do not like me. It is not…

May 10, 2004 (idea)

2004-05-10T12:27:01Z

Another sleepless night next to the Porno Studio or One day I'll be a movie star

"Can you hear all that banging?"

"Yeah I hear it alright, I think it's coming from there," I point my finger at the yellow wall, where I think the noise is coming from.

"What the hell are they doing?"

"I'm not sure, but it doesn't sound holy,"

My flatmate and I are sitting in the dark, it's late at night, or early in the morning, whichever, we are both dressed in our sleeping uniforms. He stares at the wall, whilst I wrap up in my blanket. It's cold.

Bang Bang BANG.

"What the fuck was that?"

"I don't know, hey let's take a peek out front,"

We both creep through the flat, tiptoe, until we reach the frontroom. We peer over the edge of the balcony, past the neon Fosters sign.

"Who are they?"

"They look like camera men."

"You think?"

"Yeah I do,…

Sombrero Fallout (thing)

2004-05-09T20:53:48Z

Finding this book was like the finding of the book's protagonist's lost love's strand of hair. Written in the guise of Brautigan himself, one story starts as that of a American humourist who is coming to terms with losing his girlfriend who left him because he was far too complicated. He begins to write a story about a sombrero that falls out of the sky, which lands in the centre of a small American town, in the Southwest. However, due to his misery of losing his girlfriend, he tears up the story and throws it into the waste-paper basket. This is where the story splits in two.

'...the pieces of white paper miraculaously found a bottom and lay upon it glowing faintly upward like a reverse origami cradled on the abyss.'

The torn up pieces of paper takes on a life of its own. A freezing cold sombrero falls out of the sky and lands on the ground only to cause lots of trouble for the small town and all its people. At first, the mayor, his cousin…