Thrust, parry. Thrust, parry. Thrust, parry. We retreat to our safe spaces and eye each other warily. My opponent is dangerous and obviously well trained in the nuances of one-on-one combat. They have the slight positional upper hand but so far they have not launched an all out attack. They have been happy to remain … Continue reading One-on-One Combat
Category: Writing
The Devil’s in the Detail (Part One)
I have always considered myself a nice guy and yes I know that, according to any number of pop culture references, nice guys finish last. So what? What does that actually mean? Last in what? I contemplate this idea as I begin my slow trudge home from the bus stop. The concept of nice guys … Continue reading The Devil’s in the Detail (Part One)
Saturday Night
Saturday night. The party night. The pinnacle of the weekend. The time when everything feels great. That moment in which work can be completely forgotten about - far enough removed from Friday afternoon and yet not close enough to Monday to warrant worrying about work. Saturday night is that wonderful time when a few casual … Continue reading Saturday Night
Labour Day
I crested the hill in my SUV and flew down the other side, briefly losing control with the unexpected bounce and subsequent swerve. Ignoring my skipped heart beat I rammed my foot down on the pedal and the engine revved loudly in reluctance before relenting to raise the speedometer dial at a disappointing rate. The … Continue reading Labour Day
Jerry’s Last Day
It’s Friday, the day after The Bad News, and you arrive to work a little bit early, naively hoping that everything will be alright today. 'Jerry’s in.' Matt says with a heaviness in his voice that tells you much more than words could ever do. 'How is he?' You ask but you already know the … Continue reading Jerry’s Last Day
Positives
My boss tells me to focus on the positives, but I don't give a fuck, I wonder what he gives? My third job in four years but its just the same- I'm depressed and bored; it is such a shame. My bright ideas ignored, my talent wasted. It's all about he said, she said, they … Continue reading Positives
Headphones of Social Immunity
Darkness had fallen early tonight, as though a great force of evil was slowly encroaching upon the day, consuming the last remaining rays of sun like a gluttonous monster before plunging the world in to a thick blackness. Jack, a young wizard, was bent over his forest campfire busily preparing a summoning spell of protective … Continue reading Headphones of Social Immunity
Writing makes me happy
"You've been so much happier the last week. What's going on?" Someone very close and dear to me recently observed that my outward happiness had drastically and obviously increased. My first response was to tell them to go fuck themselves because I've always been a little ray of sunshine regardless of what they think. Then … Continue reading Writing makes me happy
Jack Brumby 