I was making my mum an omelette this morning and a flame jumped out like this. I’d been having such a shitty time recently that for a brief moment I fantasised about letting it just crack on and burn my entire house down. Obviously, I didn’t.
That’s where the idea came from for this story.Hope you enjoyed. :)
Crazy little twinkle in my eye as the flame crept towards me, but then thought, nah…..can’t kill everyone in the house and the neighbours for a good aesthetic, y’know…..😂
Thank you. Well we have to watch our thoughts here in the UK these days. Dark days for free speech and everything…thought police are coming n all that….but that’s another issue.
Fiction, yes. But it read true! I love when that happens. Thoroughly enjoyed it. When those thoughts and feelings occur for me, I call them my "Thelma and Louise" moments. So glad you went with the momentum on this!
That was pure psycho-missus. A tale of the unexpected. I like that way that fire symbolises both passion and destruction and your story told a tale of both. I like the way that the narrator was still somewhat dissociated from it all, the embers of madness still glowing, perhaps ready to combust again at any moment. Eventual purification and rebirth are hinted at only by the symbolism, not by her current state of mind.
I probably wrote that like a proper psycho, myself. It just started as a little idea yesterday afternoon and then suddenly it grew legs and I became determined to finish it and post it even if that was at half two in the morning or whatever 😂😂
Comes when it comes, eh? Like buses or summat.
Yes I’m Aries aren’t I, so fire features a lot in imagery for me. It does hold that duality of passion and destruction.
I liked the idea of the abstract meaning meeting the actuality.
I like it, ... 'let it burn' yes, I get that feeling sometimes, not about my home but about relationships... just let it 'burn' (or more realistically... go).
I hear you. Yes, had a lot of pent up frustration. So often I think “I just wish it would all burn down and I could start again”. I suppose for a long time my house hasn’t really felt like a home, for various reasons. Yes re relationships I’ve never been a ‘fight for it’ sort of person. Always just thought “you either want to be here or you don’t”
It’s my ambition to write a story that’s fucking happy Rachel😂😂 Will that every happen?🤷♀️😂 I know I have written little Enid Blytonesque tales but I mean a real story for grown ups that has a happy ending. Someone always dies in my stories and that’s not healthy 😂😂😂Hopefully one day eh? #goals
I was making my mum an omelette this morning and a flame jumped out like this. I’d been having such a shitty time recently that for a brief moment I fantasised about letting it just crack on and burn my entire house down. Obviously, I didn’t.
That’s where the idea came from for this story.Hope you enjoyed. :)
This is an exceptional tale. Masterclass.
Thank you. I appreciate that very much :)
You can’t make a omelette without breaking eggs, but you can do it without setting your house on fire. 🙂
Crazy little twinkle in my eye as the flame crept towards me, but then thought, nah…..can’t kill everyone in the house and the neighbours for a good aesthetic, y’know…..😂
You took that crazy little twinkle and put it in a story. That’s some kind of Alchemy.
My sadness is unbearable at the moment matching the twinkle in your eye. That a lipstick is possibly the only thing we have in common.
Oh bless you, I’m sorry to hear that. Life can be so hard sometimes can’t it? Hang in there, hey?❤️
Thank you. Well we have to watch our thoughts here in the UK these days. Dark days for free speech and everything…thought police are coming n all that….but that’s another issue.
And that….sounds very healthy!😉😘
Wow! This piece is so visual but is also all consuming like the fire🔥 that it speaks of… what does the fire represent? I hope someone knows?
Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Yes it just sort of came together as I was writing it. Didn’t really know how I’d end it til I did.
Fiction, yes. But it read true! I love when that happens. Thoroughly enjoyed it. When those thoughts and feelings occur for me, I call them my "Thelma and Louise" moments. So glad you went with the momentum on this!
Thank you so much. I think my short stories are often like therapy for me. I write about burning a house down so I don’t actually do it😂😂
Embers, like true love…they can burn eternal. Flames are just…a flash in the pan? Sorry, not trying to pee on your…pyrade, honest!
That was pure psycho-missus. A tale of the unexpected. I like that way that fire symbolises both passion and destruction and your story told a tale of both. I like the way that the narrator was still somewhat dissociated from it all, the embers of madness still glowing, perhaps ready to combust again at any moment. Eventual purification and rebirth are hinted at only by the symbolism, not by her current state of mind.
I probably wrote that like a proper psycho, myself. It just started as a little idea yesterday afternoon and then suddenly it grew legs and I became determined to finish it and post it even if that was at half two in the morning or whatever 😂😂
Comes when it comes, eh? Like buses or summat.
Yes I’m Aries aren’t I, so fire features a lot in imagery for me. It does hold that duality of passion and destruction.
I liked the idea of the abstract meaning meeting the actuality.
Ohhhh.... deliciously edgey
😊 thank you, Richard
Love love love this Julie! Brilliant writing! 🔥
Aww thank you lovely xx
I like it, ... 'let it burn' yes, I get that feeling sometimes, not about my home but about relationships... just let it 'burn' (or more realistically... go).
I hear you. Yes, had a lot of pent up frustration. So often I think “I just wish it would all burn down and I could start again”. I suppose for a long time my house hasn’t really felt like a home, for various reasons. Yes re relationships I’ve never been a ‘fight for it’ sort of person. Always just thought “you either want to be here or you don’t”
We’ll sweep out the ashes into the morning 🎶👏🙏
Wow, Julie, that’s a short film script. Powerful visuals.
Glad you enjoyed it. :)
I enjoyed your poem Julie 😊 it is a good read .Thanks Julie.🦋
Thank you. I think this one is more of a short story but much of the time these things overlap anyway.
Glad you appreciated it. :)
I could not stop reading this story until I got to the end. I was truly enraptured. Many thanks.
I’m glad you thought it was decent. I don’t write that many stories like this so am never sure how they will be received.
It’s my ambition to write a happy one😂😂
Embers…I like embers, me. Front forget the embers. Remember them…?
Sorry edit: ‘Don’t’!
:) Who doesn’t love an ember, eh?
It’s my ambition to write a story that’s fucking happy Rachel😂😂 Will that every happen?🤷♀️😂 I know I have written little Enid Blytonesque tales but I mean a real story for grown ups that has a happy ending. Someone always dies in my stories and that’s not healthy 😂😂😂Hopefully one day eh? #goals
I do too. You should try write something, see what you come up with.❤️
Oh bless you, I stayed up til silly o clock writing it last night but just had to keep rolling with it. Sometimes it’s like that isn’t it? :)