ClaireBearThoughts

Hey all!

It’s been a long time since I posted on this blog! Partly because life’s been keeping me busy, but also because I’ve been working on a brand new blog:

http://ecoetry.co.uk

If you’re interested in learning about sustainable living and eco-friendly product reviews with the occasional dabble into poetry (Ecoetry = eco + poetry), then it’s the right place for you!

I’m by no means an expert…

The Unforgivable Act Dream

My friend Joe had accidentally killed someone again. The first incident resulted in the death of a little girl, and he’d received only a caution. This time it was a teenager; part of a renowned gang of brothers, and although the law still weren’t after him, the gang were.

For days they drove around his house in their fancy-ass purple convertible. However, as a law-abiding gang they never…

If there’s one thing to ruin your appetite at lunch, it’s finding a fresh corpse outside your office. The lifeblood of my faceless colleague pooled around the spring planters of the little courtyard; a close-range gunshot had ensured he was no longer identifiable.

I looked away to stop myself from throwing up or screaming, and in doing so noticed an old-school camera tripod setup nearby. It was…

He hasn’t killed me yet, which I’m pretty sure means he loves me. His beautiful soul surpassed death, and in his death he found me. He is perfect in every way. I am besotted, and fully support him in his holy mission. I love him when he seeks the women in nightclubs. I adore him when he splits their heads open and burns the crosses into their flesh. I would do anything he asks of me whilst…

The Daughter of Thanos Dream

So like, when a guy’s into you, but you’re not really into him, but he’s like, super powerful, trying to take over the galaxy and could easily kill you and everyone you ever loved with a snap of the fingers… what do you do?

I hadn’t encouraged him in any way. He’d simply picked me up on one of his population-destroying adventures and decided to keep me. Like a pet. He was ravishing me with gifts;…

By the river’s clammed hand, quickly the scholar finds heaven in the conifers. Pain, young thing, becomes you.

Low clouds tear asunder a lone piano in faraway June, yearn for yew, the moon, and I.

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From a mistranslation exercise with Robert Kiely, misinterpreting of The Jiang and Han Rivers

I am out of milk. The last carton sits discarded by the bin, accusing. The shedding of fleecy skin and three sets of traffic lights beseech tomorrow. But threat lines my stomach: a whole day dragged through wretched necessity without that vital bitter lifeblood. Even my motivation needs motivation. This procrastination has to stop, or I’ll never leave this fuzzy haze, Stockholm syndrome of a…

Character prompt: Subvert – the independent badass woman who does not believe in love. She was hot. She was independent. And most of all, she was badass. She flicked her shining auburn hair as she loosed another arrow, straight and true into the heart of yet another henchman. Before the next arrow could be nocked, an arm wrapped around her neck. Soon the arrowhead was buried deep in his…

The Digital Detox: how one day can change your perspective

Many of us will have witnessed attempts to detox from 21st century addictions; be it Carol’s latest fad diet, Alan’s month-long sobriety or Sharon cutting back to twenty a day. But it wasn’t until I spent hours scrolling through Facebook and losing the war against eleven separate Messenger chats that I sat back and thought, “oh my God. I’m addicted to social media.” How many hours of my life have…

Gary had always loved the sound of their screams. At 6am every morning, he cut off another pretty little head and left it purposely to rot beside those still living, imprisoned in their earthen pits. A warning of their imminent future. In these uncertain times, he was lucky enough to have a job he truly enjoyed, even if the salary was poor. Lord Mycroft had entrusted him to keep the estate…

Amanda watched her mother die and smiled. The blood pooled wide around her head, creeping towards Amanda’s kneeling body, and she smiled even wider. Tears fell freely down her aching cheeks, but her maniacal expression was unwavering. “Amanda?” It was Toby. She turned and grinned, eyes shining. “She’s dead, Toby.” “No!” he cried, the familiar corpse swimming into view. For a split second his face…

Delta scanned the shelves of Walmart, looking through various attachments and enhancements for what she needed. There were mechanical arms and living wigs and the odd Brita water filter. After a few minutes of panic she finally reached the section she was looking for; genetic modification. There was only one T3NT4 mod left. Delta snatched it up and hugged it close to her chest. She walked quickly…

Bundled into an oversized coat, thick-fingered gloves and a matching hat. We tiptoed up slippery pavements, lights dancing across wet tarmac; feverish prickle of electric on the way to the frosty fair. I was first in line for the giant slide, a crest above the tide. The ocean slopped more darkness on the shore, and the booming beat of the bass rocked the floor. On a coarse coir rug I plummeted.…

The ‘Half a Camel’ Conversation

K: I can’t wait to go to Egypt. I’ll sell you for two and a half camels. Me: What? How are you going to get the half? K: I’ll ask them to cut it horizontally. Me: Wouldn’t it make more sense to cut it vertically? Then you can have a symmetrical half of a camel. K: No! I don’t want the legs, so I’d have to cut it like this. *In the dark room, K gets up onto all fours, and shows me with his own…

Get ready to say goodbye to the beauty of Autumn and hello to the cold harshness of Winter. No more bonfires and fireworks to entertain us for another year, no more pumpkin pie or Halloween costumes. Now we have to embrace the night and the cold, and be forced into looking forward to Christmas. There is something beautiful about the leaves scattering over the pavement, peppering the grass with…