Category Archives: 100 Words

On consistency.

There’s a beautiful meditation about habits. It is muscle memory and a feeling of knowledge: you can do this. Over and over again in your head: you can do this. You have done this before, and you will do this again, so today will be no different. Today is just another one of the many, and the many make the whole; there will, one day, be a whole. No longer do I worry if I will find the time, the space, the mental clarity to do one thing. I have done it before. And I will do it again. Repeat.

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The Wrath & the Dawn: a review

A review of The Wrath & The Dawn by Renee Ahdieh. I’ve included the back-cover blurb here as the book has not been widely published/publicised here in Australia.

Blurb
Every dawn brings horror to a different family in a land ruled by a killer. Khalid, the eighteen-year-old Caliph of Khorasan, takes a new bride each night only to have her executed at sunrise. When sixteen-year-old Shahrzad volunteers to marry Khalid, she does so with a clever plan to stay alive and exact revenge on the Caliph for the murder of her best friend and countless other girls. Shahrzad’s wit and will get her through to the dawn that no others have seen, but with a catch . . . she’s falling in love with the very boy who killed her dearest friend. Soon, she discovers that the murderous boy-king is not all that he seems and neither are the deaths of so many girls. Shahrzad is determined to uncover the reason for the murders and break the cycle once and for all.

Review
The love story between Shahrzad and Khalid will stand the test of time. I read this book thrice the first week I bought it; it is one that has left an impression on my soul. The debate inside Shahrzad is one you desperately want her to lose, despite her ongoing (and sometimes overdone, over-emphasised) internal reasoning to why she can not be feeling anything but hate towards Khalid. As she learns the truth — that he really cares for her, despite the consequences — her prison has now become her home. A book that will have you up until 2am wanting more.

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The Raven Cycle: a review

A series full of magic, adventure, dreaming and true love. Meet Ronan (the dream thief), Gansey (the boy-king), Adam (the mechanic), Noah (the unnoticed one) and Blue (the cursed non-psychic) who are searching for a dead Welsh king in the hills of the all-American state of Virginia. The quest will change each and every one of them — and, it is said that those who wake the king will be granted one wish, but the group of five aren’t the only ones searching for the king. A slow-burn read with a heartbreaking climax that you will read over and over again.

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Like new.

Mitsubishi. Chevrolet. BMW. Mercedes. Porsche. Subaru.

They slid by and by and by. Never overtaking, never speeding up, just lapping. Lap after lap of the circuit.

She turned her head towards the sound. The new car sound. A rumble that resonated through — no, across — the ground, and up, vibrating the constructed stadium. The pristine white, the fluoro blue bars and rims, glided into the stadium, its nose at the edge of the circuit.

She knew this was trouble. Everyone knew this meant trouble.

The white car was on fire last week. And yet, here it was, revving. Ready to go.

A vignette, a 100-word drabble, inspired by a mix of The Chainsmokers (feat. Halsey) single “Closer” and Maggie Stiefvater’s “The Raven Cycle” series.

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The hood of the car.

Are we out the woods. Are we in the clear yet.

He sits on the hood of his car. Waiting. Just waiting. 2am. 3am. 4am. The hours come and go and he never moves. His head is bent towards the ground; his eyes never moving from the dirt on the side of the road. Concentrating on nothing; nothing but the time passing him by.

The sun’s first ray shines over the horizon, through the forest behind the car. He turns and waits, watching.

If you and I were there, we would swear she walked out from the tree line. But that isn’t what happened. She appeared, out of nothing at all.

A vignette, a 100-word drabble, inspired by a mix of Taylor Swift’s “Out of the Woods” and Maggie Stiefvater’s “The Dream Thieves”.

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Family: a Charlie & Cub sequel moment. Image by Flickr user James Niland.

Family: a Charlie & Cub sequel moment

As part of my writing goals this year, I’m writing more creatively. Family is one of (hopefully) many drabbles (100 word stories) that I will publish. Image is by flickr user James Niland used under a CC BY 2.0 license: it is a real picture of the setting that inspired the novels.

This drabble is a mini-sequel to The Charlie & Cub Chronicles. It is part of a collection of moments between sixteen-year-old Theo and Charlie. Family continues on from the drabble Home.

This drabble can be read on its own — out of context of the novels and the other drabbles. Nevertheless, I’m going to hide it behind a more tag: spoilers for characters and ending of series.

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Home: a Charlie & Cub sequel drabble

As part of my writing goals this year, I’m writing more creatively. Home is one of (hopefully) many drabbles (100 word stories) that I will publish. Image is mine, taken in December 2013

This particular drabble is a mini-sequel to The Charlie & Cub Chronicles. Charlie is sixteen in this moment.

I’ve got a collection of sixteen-year-old Theo and Charlie moments that are slowly coming together in my head. I might even try to link them through the prompts. So, while this drabble can be read on its own and out of context of the novels, I’m going to hide it behind a more tag: spoilers for setting.

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Dinner: a 100-word drabble.

Dinner

As part of my writing goals this year, I’m writing more creatively. Dinner is one of (hopefully) many drabbles (100 word stories) that I will publish. Image is from unsplash.com.

There’s a moment. Every night, a moment: the table is set — plate, fork, knife. A wine glass, a water glass. Two settings. The window is open and the smell of pasta sauce lingers in the air.

It’s late. I know it’s late. But I’m always late. This night isn’t any different. Only, it is.

I sit down at my setting and look at the food on the plate. Cold. The wine, red; bottle open, half-empty. The setting across from me has no food, only red stains and pasta streaks. The glass used to have wine in it.

I sigh, knowing.

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Outsides

The tattoo began to grow. The ink wasn’t bleeding, as is usual of a tattoo. Something green seeped up and out of the black lines. It spread and it grew until she couldn’t ignore it anymore. This shouldn’t be happening. It was the middle of the night. She had been sleeping. The dark emerald substance clawed its way around her left shoulder, across her back, capturing her waist and neck. She watched it take her over in the mirror across the room and thought about screaming for her father. But she couldn’t. Not yet. When the wings appeared, she did.

As part of my writing goals this year, I’m writing more creatively. This is the first of many drabbles (100 word stories) I will publish.

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Rain. (2/52)

Rain. That’s how it’s been here in Canberra over the last couple of days. This is the summer version of the winter blanket day: I even pulled out my hoodie and wore some long pants for the first time in months. The husband and I bunked down with the (summer of) sport — there’s no sport in winter, unless you count the midnight Tour de France sessions — to enjoy the indoor day.

Of course, as I write this, the sky is blue and the sun has reappeared.

Photo taken on Panasonic Lumix DMC-FT4 Blue. View from the study in our apartment.

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