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Understanding.
What was the last live performance you saw?
In a church in Belper, Derbyshire, an old man cried. She sang the lines and his tears wrapped in the back of his throat.
Once, long ago, in a cinema in Lincoln he had seen the woman backed by her band. She sang songs, he joined in. Sat far at the back, alone, with a feeling of happiness he had not felt in such a long time.
Some music can do things to…
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The Drabble Rabble
Drabbles
The Drabble Rabble
Crowded round the brazier all sucking deep on cigarettes. Not one spoke in the darkness of the flicking flames. All sides of trees similar to the men. Hidden and haunting their paranoia.
Acutely aware they tried to pierce dark broken silence. The youngest of them coughed on his smoke. With furious brows their eyes lit him. His laugh burned before he controlled it.…
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Difficult Drabble
My first drabble is about drabbles.
Difficult drabble.
Just a century of words, no more no less. Something read in a minute. A story, a character, and a plot. All in one hundred words. Every one of those words need to carry the weight of the whole. You cannot waste one word. Not one cannot state something about the three principles. Conjunction words are gone. Full description is gone. Or…
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Love Connection
Twenty-seven years married, thirty years away from her birth town, Joanne was surprised at how young Jonathan looked. Her first serious boyfriend, the first she gave all too, and the one she detested her parents for pulling her away from. Jonathan, still gorgeous and the first person that recognised her since her return.
Still single, still his cheery, charming self. And still…
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Runaway
Flash fiction
He ran. Ernie pushed his legs to move even faster. Window, door, wall, window, door wall, window door wall. Archway, wall window door, door, window, wall. The terrace houses flashing by the corner seemed so far away. He put his head down. The pavement came up to his boot, lace still flapping and whipping his shin. Concrete slab slamming in his calve and thigh muscle. Three streets…
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Finding Freedom From Fear and Isolation.
Trapped within walls: Confronting Agoraphobia and Social Anxiety
Part two of How to avoid the drift through life.
Me around that time. (C)NigelHare.com
Afraid to leave the house. Engaging in a conversation with people was a fear greater than dying. Any conversations I had would haunt me for days. Endless reruns looking for the stupid things that I said. Seeking for misinterpretations on what I…
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How To Avoid Drifting Through Life
A Personal story
First published on Medium 02/02/24
The drifter boy. (c)NigelHare.com
Drifting through life is an option for many people to take.
I’m not talking about you, reader. You have taken the time to read this. You are not drifting. The others, the ones that do not read Medium, or a blog, they drift.
For a long time I drifted through life. A king of the straight road, risk free,…
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The (F)Art of Writing
This is what you should be doing
Make your writing personal. Create a connection with your reader. Bring value to your reader. Show your vulnerability.
You need to do these to increase your revenue.
I have read lots of articles on medium, Substack, and websites about how to get more. Everyone wants more. More followers, more reads, more revenue, more fame. If you want the algorithm to favour…
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When I was a child it seemed like every adult asked you what you wanted to be when you grew up. According to my parents being a bum, unemployed, or older were not acceptable answers. Telling people to stop being nosey would get you out in the cupboard. So I used to just say the first job that came into my head. We went to some celebration or other and within five minutes, I wanted to be: a train driver, footballer, jockey, factory worker, and a stripper. The last one I had only just heard, when my mother had said to my father, “I hope your brother hasn’t invited that stripper to the party.”
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Accuse me of not caring: I will agree I care not what you think.
Accuse me of being ugly: I will agree and ask for pity, I have had to stare at this face for over fifty years and you have only seen it once!
Accuse me of not wanting to know you: well what do you expect, you have just accused me of being an uncaring ugly person!
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Clones, Dates and the Transient Mind
Random Thoughts in a week of a discombobulated mind
Random One
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie Start burning stars Envious of alien worlds The finality gulped by a black hole.
People have always been a little strange. Ploughing the fields of expectation. Wondering through streets seeking a desire to desire. Only to end back where we start, more confused more oblique. When our fantasy is buried under…
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On the 1st of January every year my mother would sit down and circle dates on the calendar. The dates were random, and they were different on every one of the four she hung in the house. They weren’t birthdays of family members. I remember as a young child staying in all of one of the circles dates and watched my mother. She did nothing different than any other day.
I asked her why she did it? She told me to mind my own business.
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Real Men.
Describe the most ambitious DIY project you’ve ever taken on.
There are those that can do, those that can’t and those that can bodge.
I belong to the latter.
Twenty years ago I worked in a DIY store. I can’t say it was fun, or that I learnt anything more about DIY than I knew before I started. Ten long years, of taking money and stacking shelves. I learnt about retail and the games they play…
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The Birthday Walk
Flash Fiction.
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The wave caught my attention. At the top of the rise with a line of treetops behind the shape. The wind that had been combing across the short wild grass of the field finished. Almost like a reverence time seemed to stop, the silence crashed around me. That hum of traffic that you only notice when it is gone, the…
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Millions and Millions
What would you do if you won the lottery?
The chances are astronomical. Yet we play every draw. No matter how many times you play the odds never change. Why do we do this. Betting on horses, dogs or football gives you a little more control. The odds of winning are lower, and to give you more winnings you have to risk more.
I am not a betting man. I have bet on one horse race, it was thirty…
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Love is all is alright
Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?
I suppose I should think of my childhood, all the things my parents did for me and my siblings. We never felt insecure about the roof over our heads, or that the stomach was empty and the cupboards were bare. These may have been acts of love, however they could also be acts of responsibility. If you bare children you must look after…
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