Rose-Tinted Flowerbeds

Behind the Valentine's treacle of cliche, lies the true beauty and innocence of the rose

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Star Trek 3: Tits and Tribblations

THIS IS WHAT STAR TREK IS ALL ABOUT
DIPLOMACY: FUCK YEAH!

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Star Trek 3: Tits and Tribblations

THIS IS WHAT STAR TREK IS ALL ABOUT

DIPLOMACY: FUCK YEAH!

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ACME - Complete

Please click the link above to read my experimental creative writing project, “ACME - A Tale of Woe and Waste in Realities Unconsidered”.  You can find the opening chapter at the very bottom of the page.

This is something I wrote around two years ago, finally presented to you now in a hope to find it some small fandom.  To anyone reading this, I greatly appreciate any time taken and thank you all for the notice.

I will be posting more writing in the future, of a less philosophical vein, so please follow if you find my work interesting in any way!  There’s much more to come…

Thank you again,
Lee Tyrrell 

ACME - Part Nine

A Final Thought for Old Mrs. Misserly
(erased from memory, stabbed back with realisation) 

Part nine of my ten part creative writing project, “ACME - A Tale of Woe and Waste in Realities Unconsidered”.

Previously uploaded:

Part One - “An Introduction”

Part Two - “An Explanation”

Part Three - “Written in Stone”

Part Four - “Sally O’Malley”

Part Five - “The Douglas Anvil™ Shower”

Part Six - “Seasoned Immortals”

Part Seven - “The Mothers, The Fathers”

Part Eight - "Ancestral Jottings"

As the project comes close to its finish (the final part being uploaded in a couple of days) i’d like to thank again anyone who has taken the time to read this, despite a lack of comments or criticism I have had a large amount of page-views and to anyone here who has contributed to that:

You’re awesome.

Lee Tyrrell

ACME - Part Eight

Ancestral Jottings
(in the lands before ACME) 

Part eight of my ten part creative writing project, “ACME - A Tale of Woe and Waste in Realities Unconsidered”.

Previously uploaded:

Part One - “An Introduction”

Part Two - “An Explanation”

Part Three - “Written in Stone”

Part Four - “Sally O’Malley”

Part Five - “The Douglas Anvil™ Shower”

Part Six - “Seasoned Immortals”

Part Seven - "The Mothers, The Fathers"

With two left to go, i’ll also give you all a sneak preview of my upcoming follow up, mini-project - “Luftmensch” :

"‘You are the universe.’  He always told me that, my grandfather, like I was the only thing that mattered to him.  But I unequivocally knew that wasn’t true, even before his obsession with puzzles and games in his last two years of life.  So what exactly did he mean? 
            Sure, he would always quote it back to me when I came to him with my latest depressions and insecurities.  Of course it wouldn’t be all he’d impart but he would always end on it, like it was some over-arching truism against which I couldn’t argue.  I originally imagined in my younger years that it simply meant I was the princess I always wanted to be (this delusion of pre-pubescent girls being frighteningly prevalent).  It seemed to speak assuredly of the fact that the universe was mine, my kingdom.

            Making me feel as if I could shape existence’s lands - both cosmic and hard beneath my tiny pair of pink jelly-shoes – it gave me confidence as a child to run into the fog of experience, hot-headed and thick skinned.  For me as a little girl the phrase helped show that, despite the size of the universe and my apparent place within it, I could still hold clout.  I wanted to help shape the world in which I lived.  In my naivety I wanted to rule it.
            Thinking about this now, it must be the most conscious and intense I’ve thought of it ever.  A replaying of past unspoken insights… perhaps I’m merely trying to find some of my grandfather’s mystery still alive in the lifeless space of his death.  Maybe coffee and cigarettes work as an aesthetic, but causes far too much thought for lunchtime.  Back in the now, with the ruffle of an unread newspaper closing in my hands, work beckons – and the universe, with its nebulous beauty and masterful quantum brushstrokes, seems far from my office politics and adult aggravations.”

 

Lee Tyrrell

ACME - Part Seven

The Mothers, The Fathers
(and all of their nurture) 

Part seven of my ten part creative writing project, “ACME - A Tale of Woe and Waste in Realities Unconsidered”.

Previously uploaded:

Part One - “An Introduction”

Part Two - “An Explanation”

Part Three - “Written in Stone”

Part Four - “Sally O’Malley”

Part Five - “The Douglas Anvil™ Shower”

Part Six - "Seasoned Immortals"

Three more to go!  I will be serialising more projects in the future, I hope some of you have found enjoyment in this as it draws to a close.  As always I thank you for your time.

Lee Tyrrell

“And all the things I used to see, all my lovers were there with me. All my past and futures, and we all went to heaven in a little row boat. There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt.”

—   Pyramid Song, Radiohead

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Now this would have made me watch breaking bad…

Now this would have made me watch breaking bad…

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