Cedric Cooper, a computer analyst in Nova Scotia, has a monstrous time in an alley as he hurries to catch a train.
No age verification but there’s some scattered f-words and accents.
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Colin: a Eulogy
Colin John Thornby
When my brother got sick and started very seriously contemplating the end of his life he started considering options for burial and memorials. At the time we, his family, didn’t know about it but he was talking to a good friend of his – Jane – about the matter. She suggested he write out what he wanted for the memorial himself.
To fully appreciate what happened next you need to understand what kind of a man my brother was in one very important respect: he was used to running things. He was a natural leader and very accustomed to being in charge. Writing out lesson plans for his classes (and his partner’s), sermons for his fellow Christians, advice for the people he gave spiritual guidance for – and that’s only in his later life. Since we were kids he was the one standing up and speaking, making sure everyone was on time, working out who was to bring what and when they had to do their thing (depending on the situation).
Colin agreed that writing his own memorial would be a good idea and so he did.
A Book-Lover’s Poem
There is nothing so sacred
Nor blessed by the ages
Than two covers, a spine
And a collection of pages.
— © Scott Thornby, 2013
In Memorandum: Colin John Thornby
My oldest brother, Colin John Thornby, has joined those who came before. He died peacefully in the Royal Melbourne Hospital on the 1st of July, 2013, at 6:43pm after a long and hard struggle against a chest infection following a bone marrow transplant. His lungs gave out and he passed away after the medical staff determined that there was nothing more they could do for him.
It’s difficult to find words worthy of him to put down on digital page. Finding words isn’t difficult in general but most of them are trite, obscene or both. But to put down how much my brother meant to me and how much he will be missed, by myself and others… As someone who uses language not only as a tool of communication (as we all do) but a medium of creative expression I find that there are times when words simply… aren’t enough. They don’t do the job. Continue reading
The Cave
When one day a man finds himself in a strange misty place that seems oddly familiar and, yet, entirely mysterious, he discovers his feet taking him toward a certain cave.
– No age verification. Minor name-calling. Mild medical yuckies. Somewhat sad and a bit wistful.
Relating to the Muse – Thoughts
I was talking to a friend the other day about creativity.
I’m still not sure precisely how the conversation turned the way it did. When I converse with people they can often be left a little confused as to how my mind jumps from place to place. Often I have to stop and explain why I’ve started on an apparently random topic.
Really, though, my thought processes are pretty straightforward. It’s just that people can’t see how others make connections from topic to topic.
Anyway, we were talking about creativity.
Rime
A Chicago woman’s first ski trip to Japan doesn’t go precisely as expected.
– Slight swearing, a bit of tasteful naughties, a lot of geography and mild horror. No age verification.
– Second significant edit.
The Ink-Stained Blog
Welcome to the Ink-Stained Blog.
Here you’ll find the musings, addled and otherwise, of the author’s semi-deranged mind.
At any time you might find content here worth reading. Anything I think might be worth writing down could end up here – discussions on the inspiration for various stories, movies I’ve watched recently, books I’ve read, things I’ve listened to and so on.
This blog isn’t the focal point of Ink-Stained Worlds, though. It’s mostly a place to put unordered thoughts and talk about… things. Primarily to myself. I do that.
With that said, a few things to note.
As usual, be aware that the content in this blog (like the rest of the site) may be particularly unsuited to children. If you suspect your children of accessing this site and you’re not pleased to do so then it’s your responsibility as a parent to do something about that. I don’t really care what; that’s your business.
So, to refresh your memory:
This is a bigotry-free zone. Don’t spread your hate around. Nobody wants to see it.
Help keep this blog and site free of spam. Don’t do it. It just annoys everyone and makes you seem like a selfish, boorish jerk (which, if you’re spamming sites, you probably are). I don’t care why you’re doing it or what you’re spamming. Don’t do it here.
All content here is © Scott Thornby, 2013 (and any other appropriate year). Please don’t steal any of it, but feel free to share it as long as you credit me as the author.
This is an LGBT-friendly site. You’ll find, amongst other things, LGBT issues and topics here – in the blog and in the rest of the site. Please don’t give me or anyone else a hard time about it. I’ll just block you.
None of my stories are real. Fiction is fictional.
Open your mind. Some of what you read might be confronting. The multitude of societies across the globe are in the depths of a very hard puberty and many issues that should be obvious are hot-button topics right now. It’s very easy to slip into hidebound modes of thought. Remember there’s a big wide world out there and just because someone is different doesn’t mean they’re necessarily bad.
In the rest of the site you’ll find many different characters with a wide variety of viewpoints and beliefs. Right here, though, this is all me. If I express an opinion in the Ink-Stained Blog then you can safely assume it’s actually mine (unless otherwise stated). That is, after all, what this blog is for.
Since there are a lot of different issues that can come up please use these notes as a guideline. I might at some point put formal terms of service up but I’d really prefer not to have to (mostly because they’re boring but partly because people see ‘ToS’ and their brains switch off).
Enjoy! I hope you have a nice (or at least tolerable) time, free from non-consensual zombie attacks.
And In The End…
A tale of an old man who, after reaching the end of his life, finds someone waiting.
– No age verification, but intermittent swearing, cranky old bastards, a Neil Gaiman reference and sporadic philosophy.
Hello, ink-stained world!
Let the blogging commence!
Oh, the strange joy of a brand new blog. So much potential, so many words to be written, so many settings to tweak.
Of all the platforms I could be using I seem to be set on learning WordPress. I’m far more familiar with Blogger so bear with me while I upskill somewhat and make this weblog seem less… Well, boring.
Kay, I’ve rambled enough. To the point, then.
Be welcome to Ink-Stained Worlds.
Essentially, at the moment, it’s all very Under Construction and as I’m unfamiliar with WordPress there’s a lot of likelihood that things will change somewhere between ‘a little’ and ‘completely’.
Hopefully things will settle soon.
In essence this weblog is a place for me to post some of my short stories and writing scraps. I write in a number of different genres so what you’ll find here could be erratic and at times unfinished. Some of it might even be readable.
No doubt you’ve found your way here either with some idea of what sort of things I write or by complete accident. Either way you’re welcome and I hope you enjoy it. If you don’t, though, there are plenty of great places on the Internet where you’ll find quality writing of all kinds.
Do have a look around. You might even find poems if I feel brave enough to post them; some are very, very bad.
You’ll possibly note some influence in my writing. I’m very fond of Neil Gaiman, Sir Terry Pratchett and several others. My tastes vary but often lean toward the dark and quirky.
Of course I’m interested in more than just writing so I might feel compelled to put anything from sociopolitical rants to pictures of cats up here. Have patience and remember, it is my blog.
Unless you’re here to spam and troll needlessly feel free to contact me through the site’s contact page. May your journeys through these ink-stained worlds be adventurous.
– Scott Thornby