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GloPoWriMo: Day 26

GloPoWriMo: Day 26

The Day 26 prompt was to write a poetic answer to the question of what future archaeologists, whether human or from alien civilisation, would make of humans.  The poem should explore a particular object or place from the point of view of some far-off, future scientist.  The object or site of study could be anything from a “World’s Best Grandpa” coffee mug to a Pizza Hut, from a Pokemon poster to a cellphone.  I have written the thoughts a member of an alien race might have while studying the artwork we have produced across the ages.



Artwork on Planet 24684, Uninhabited

The earliest examples
Are scratches and smudges
On the planet’s rocky surfaces
Fairly consistent
Two legged creatures
Thought to be the dominant species
Throwing sharpened sticks into four legged creatures

Other ancient examples include
Elaborate colourful images
Within buildings, often triangular
The two legged creatures in more detail
Many with heads similar to the four legged creatures
With bodies mostly covered in cloth
And complex groups of symbols
Possibly some form of primitive record keeping
To be studied further by an expert
In the Alien Savage Communications Department

Later works are large solid woven fabric boards
Covered in a thick oily substance
Which appears to have been applied in liquid form
With a heavily textured device
Images include this planet, or others
Though the dominant species appears too primitive for travel
And many instances of the two legged creatures
Again with bodies mostly covered in cloth

The most modern examples we have found
Are thin flimsy images printed on plant material
High quality shiny pictures, similar content to the above
But far superior in quality
We are unsure how these were produced
But dating shows that the last ones
Were created approximately fifty years
Before the annihilation of the dominant species
Which the Alien Savage History Department
Believes to have been self inflicted

Copyright, D M Day, 2017



Monkey Business

Monkey Business

So since NaPoWriMo ended my life has been a bit crazy with finishing uni off (all done now – hurrah), moving house (not quite done yet – boo) and various other bits and bats so things have been a bit quiet on the blogging front.  But here’s a (very) short story I wrote for a little writing challenge.  The challenge was to write a 100 word story featuring the words “monkey”, “scarf” and “bench”.  Would love to see other people’s take on it as well, so feel free to tweet me @inkytitch.

Monkey Business

The monkey walked slowly through the park, rubbing his eyes, yawning, but not wanting to go home yet despite being exhausted.  He just couldn’t face yet another argument with his wife about employing humans.  ‘There aren’t that many left’, he’d told her.  ‘That’s their fault’, she’d screamed, slamming their bedroom door.  Sighing he sat on a nearby bench pulling his scarf tighter.  It was cold tonight.  It was always cold now.  The final war had almost blocked the sun out completely.  But Adam was a nice guy.  What his ancestors had done wasn’t his fault.  Why couldn’t she see that?

Copyright, D M Day, 2016

NaPoWriMo – Day 29

NaPoWriMo – Day 29

The day 29 prompt was inspired by the work of poet and artist Joe Brainard who is probably best remembered for his book-length poem/memoir, I Remember.  The book consists of a series of statements, all beginning with the phrase “I remember” including:

I remember the only time I ever saw my mother cry. I was eating apricot pie.

I remember how much I cried seeing South Pacific (the movie) three times.

I remember how good a glass of water can taste after a dish of ice cream.

The specific, sometimes mundane and sometimes zany details of the things Brainard remembers build up over the course of the book, until the reader has a good deal of empathy and sympathy for this somewhat odd person that they feel they’ve really got to know.  The prompt was to write a poem based on things I remember focussing on specific details, rather than whether the memories were of important events, or connected to each other. I could adopt Brainard’s uniform habit of starting every line with “I remember,” and then either cut out all the instances of “I remember”, or leave them all in, or leave just a few in.  I decided to focus my poem on my memories of fantasy and science fiction, and how this has affected my view of the real world.

I remember

I remember the Little Mermaid
A life underwater among ship wrecks and sea witches
I remember Darth Vader
Parental revelations in a galaxy far far away
I remember Alice
Down the rabbit hole into a world of weirdness
I remember Captain Picard
Speeding through the stars faster than light
I remember Frankenstein
What had he let his curiosity lead him to do
I remember Dorothy
Whose happiness was back where she had started
I remember Marty
Who didn’t need a road to visit the 1950s
I remember Kitty Norville
All started after a slip of the tongue on talk radio
I remember Ned Stark
Losing his head over honour
I remember Frodo Baggins
On the most precious quest of all
I remember wanting to live in another world
One where life wasn’t so boring and mundane
I remember the realisation one day
As I watched the news
That the world I live in is dark and full of terrors

Copyright D M Day 2016


More information about NaPoWriMo can be found at http://www.napowrimo.net/

NaPoWriMo – Day 17

NaPoWriMo – Day 17

The day 17 prompt was to find, either on my shelves or online, a specialised dictionary. This could be, for example, a dictionary of nautical terms, or woodworking terms, or geology terms. Anything, really, so long as it wasn’t a standard dictionary! Then write a poem that incorporates at least ten words from the specialised source.  I chose words from The Oxford Dictionary of Science Fiction and chose random words from it through dice rolling, a very scientific method which fuels more of my plots than I care to admit.  The ten random words were:

Hard-Core Science

The Alien was Cyborged by the Xenobiologist

The alien was cyborged by the xenobiologist
The thing that she made turned out to be a BDO
A Frankenstein’s monster filled with nanites
And it was angry
So so angry
About her lack of hard-core science knowledge
This humanoid had to run
And run fast
Raise the ship and go into hyperdrive

She hit the ground with such a thud
The air was knocked from her lungs
Back in reality her boyfriend looked over
Confusedly asked her what was wrong
But all she could say was ‘I have to gafiate’
Mumble it
Over and over again

Copyright D M Day 2016


More information about NaPoWriMo can be found at http://www.napowrimo.net/