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Category Archives: Enigma
Condition survey
Bad. The Doors roar and jangle in the background. My stomach sours from coffee, caffeine builds up in the back of my head. Suzanne is gone, in the kitchen the dirty dishes in the sink are soaking up water. “Impending … Continue reading
Posted in Bland observations, Creative writing, diary, Enigma, Flash fiction, Life, Literature, Sweet dreams and nightmares, Writing
Tagged blues, diary, dirty dishes, Flash fiction, good start, off track, sensitivity, status quo
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Sleep, my love
That’s what I’m telling her to get her to relax, holding her hands in mine, but things are really far from OK, with that psychopath Hendrik bound to knock on the door any minute. What to do? Do I know … Continue reading
Posted in Cinema, Creative writing, Enigma, Film, Flash fiction, Literature, Love, Movies, Sweet dreams and nightmares, Writing
Tagged crime, fiction, Flash fiction, Love, noir, sleep
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A Romanian sentence
Electronic dog that barks when someone walks by –in a white Sprinter van with Bucureşti license platesparked along the shore of Lago Maggiore. – James Steerforth (© 2021) Based on true events. Has the form of an American sentence but … Continue reading
Posted in Bland observations, Creative writing, Enigma, Life, Poetry, Writing
Tagged American sentence, Bucharest, Bucureşti, electronic dog, poem, Poetry, prose poem, Romania
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The unknown engineer
On the imaginary tracks of his life And no – this working life is not enough. Sets out to the factory in the morning. Work. Not very exciting. But one does what one must do. Wednesday lunch at a restaurant … Continue reading
Why the Catholic church?
“Why on earth did you drop off a dried-up Christmas tree with some ornaments still in place on the front steps of a Catholic church in April of 1978?” “Well, in an odd way we thought they’d be blessed.” “Blessed?” … Continue reading
You can be damn sure
it’s going to be a slow movie if the hero takes about ten minutes to enter the place, drag his feet across the floor turtle-like and sit down on the sofa sloth-like, eventually putting his mustachioed head in his hands. … Continue reading
Posted in Bland observations, Cinema, Creative writing, Enigma, Film, Flash fiction, Literature, Sweet dreams and nightmares, Writing
Tagged art movie, crime, fiction, Film, Flash fiction, hero, microfiction, movies, murder, mystery, sloth, slow, turtle, villain
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Oh memory
Trieste, somewhere near Piazza dell’Unità d’Italia, a youngish woman exiting a gelateria with a cone stacked high. Made me think of a sack due to the shapeless brown dress, which seemed to cover a heavy structure. And immediately I thought … Continue reading
Posted in Bland observations, Cinema, Creative writing, Enigma, Flash fiction, Life, Nonsense, Writing
Tagged clothing, dress, Flash fiction, memory, sack, sack-like, shapeless, short story, Trieste, ultrashort story
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A confession. Sort of.
I know it’s not really an excuse, as if I gave a damn anyhow, but one night when my dad had grounded me and both my parents the jerks were out I got fucking drunk while listening to music and … Continue reading
The target
“Target is crossing street. Following.” “Love that swaying little ass of hers.” “Shut up, Jeremy.” “Wonder what she’s done that we’re going after her.” “Target keeps looking back, seems nervous.” “Reminds me of Diana. Lady Di.” “Don’t need your puerile … Continue reading
Posted in Cinema, Creative writing, Enigma, Film, Flash fiction, Life, Literature, Novel, Sweet dreams and nightmares, Writing
Tagged Audi, crime, dialog, Flash fiction, microfiction, mystery, parody, spy story, suspense
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From the memoirs of an addict
… so I found myself taking trains, hopping on buses, taking my car through streets where I knew I’d get stuck in jams to have that extra time I needed for smartphone activity that I could not justify otherwise. – … Continue reading
Posted in Bland observations, Creative writing, Enigma, Flash fiction, Fun, Life, Literature, Nonsense, Satire, Sweet dreams and nightmares, Writing
Tagged addict, addiction, buses, humor, memoirs, smartphone, Tommy H., traffic jams, trains
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Nostalgia
Life was so resonant in the Obituary Age at Mount Placid… – James Steerforth (© 2015) Three words – obituary, placid, resonant – from 3WW integrated in a piece of nostalgia that is as fake as nostalgia usually is and … Continue reading
Posted in Bland observations, Creative writing, Enigma, Fun, Life, Literature, Nonsense, Satire, Sweet dreams and nightmares, Writing
Tagged 3WW, life, Mount Placid, nostalgia, obituary, resonant, writers on tumblr
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Scathing prediction
“You want to become a photographer of nudes? – With your makeshift equipment and lackadaisical attitude you’ll never get anywhere, I can promise you that.” Said my uncle Said to me when I was sixteen but already more than sure … Continue reading
Posted in Bland observations, Creative writing, Enigma, Flash fiction, Life, Literature, Photography, Sweet dreams and nightmares, Writing
Tagged 3WW, Flash fiction, humor, makeshift, nudes, Photography
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Red metal drawer
I was a black politician, and even though I was popular among a lot of people I also had a bunch of enemies. I knew this, and I also knew that it was for the usual reasons of envy, racism, … Continue reading
Having only one shirt with me would pose a problem
There I was among high-powered officials, in Paris no less, and with a three-day program of meetings, gatherings, ceremonies and what not! This evening included listening to Charles de Gaulle’s piano recordings we were to absorb from oblong recording media … Continue reading
When shall we three meet again?
When shall we three meet again? (William Shakespeare, Macbeth) Said Fatal: “Never!” Said Glimmer: “There’s always a glimmer of hope!” Said Impartial: “Whom can we get to vote on this?” – James Steerforth (© 2015) Written around fatal, glimmer and … Continue reading
Posted in Bland observations, Creative writing, Enigma, Flash fiction, Fun, Literature, Nonsense, Sweet dreams and nightmares
Tagged 3WW, fatal, glimmer, impartial, Macbeth, play, Shakespeare, theater, when shall we three meet again
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And still bouncing …
Marie-Claire found the bouncing of Monsieur La Clampe on the elastic deeply amusing. The most satisfactory part of it was that it looked like there would be no end to it – the amplitude of the up-and-down movement did not … Continue reading
Circles are round
“But I said that first!” “Yes, possibly. I don’t recall.” “You damn well know it’s the truth.” “Possibly. But that doesn’t change the fact that it made me famous, not you, and that I’ll always be remembered for saying it.” … Continue reading
Posted in Art, Bland observations, Enigma, Flash fiction, Fun, Life, Nonsense, Satire, Sweet dreams and nightmares, Writing
Tagged absurdity, circles are round, fame, glory, grotesque, microfiction, plagiarism, satire
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De profundis
I always have moments of insight of enormous profundity, and they frequently occur in very ordinary places, like a supermarket, doctor’s office, parking lot. Yes, particularly in parking lots. – James Steerforth (© 2015) It’s National Poetry Month, and today’s … Continue reading
Posted in Bland observations, Creative writing, Enigma, Fun, Happy poem, Life, Literature, Nonsense, Poetry, Writing
Tagged insights, napowrimo, ordinary places, Poetry, profundity
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Cold, depraved and powerful
“You know what, honey? I’m going to change the hero of my novel.” “Really?” “Instead of a cold, depraved and powerful man it’s going to be a cold, depraved and powerful woman.” “Why’s that?” “I read somewhere recently that novels … Continue reading
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Tagged cold, depraved, Flash fiction, powerful, short story
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Steer Forth! 