5 seconds…

5 seconds.

5 seconds the idea is born.

5 seconds the charecter is there

5 seconds he is clothed and equipped

5 seconds his world takes shape, size, structure, items, scenery.

5 seconds a flashback occurs, staging the event.

5 seconds we have an island in limbo,

5 seconds the town is built

5 seconds centuries pass

5 seconds history begins to fill

5 seconds is all it takes.

5 seconds creates life

5 seconds destroys a world.



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The Branches

Ok, now bear with me.

Anyway, i noticed that a few of my posts are getting a fair bit of attention now.
Im not talking 1000s of views etc, but still quite a few.

I also noticed that im following a substantial amount of seemingly undiscovered talent.

Now, i dunno about you, but i dont think this is fair.
So i propose this.

We get together.
Im not sure how to do this, ive never held a “captains” position before, but i will push my hardest to make this a thing.

I believe that we could be a very well writtwn and artistic group if we all got together.

Anyone with me?
Join me now or join me later, i will not fail in this.

1 day PT 2

He escorted the woman back into her cell, slamming the barred door shut behind her.
she sat down and spoke.
“Detective. Your running out of time to figure this out…”
He frowned in response and went out to fetch another coffee from the break room.
Standing before the awfully colored coffee pot, the bizarre tinge of colour made him feel a little queasy.
When was this thing last cleaned anyway?

A door opened behind him, he turned to look and saw officer Jenny enter. She had a funny way about her, she was a good officer, but still had a nervous air about her
Or at least that’s what she gave off when he was there.
“Hey Jenny. How’s things?”
“Oh, hi sir… uh, things aren’t so good.”

He liked Jenny, she was the only person here who didn’t treat him like part of the furniture.
“What’s happened?”
She shook her head
“I’ve been off for a few days as my sister went missing so we’ve been trying to find her”
“Oh shit, did you file a report? We can get everyone out looking for her”
“Yeah I put one in the day after but… you know what he’s like on the desk…”
He shook his head
“Say no more, I’ll look into it”
Her face lit up instantly

“Really!? Thank you! So much! I know I haven’t got much to worry about if your on the case”
He smiled, she always stroked his ego whenever he did something for her.

He headed into the reception room, where officer James would have been filing the report and found the scattered paperwork.
How long had all these been sitting on the desk for? No wonder nothing got done around here…
Digging around the files and scattered pages, the woman in the cell popped into his head.

Wait for a resolution. Running out of time.
Why would he be running out of time? Was the body somewhere time locked that meant she could remove the evidence before they could find it?

Standing up, he called the local hospitals and asked them for details from the morgue, but that offered no solution. Apparently they only incinerate on the same days, so that ruled them out.

He phoned up funeral parlours, crematorium, anything that could offer a delayed solution.
He even called construction companies to find out if there was anything suspicious that had occurred.

What could she have arranged that would offer a cover for this?
He sipped his coffee, if you can call it that, and carried on looking through the paperwork.
“Oh, I found the original!”
Jenny shouted from behind him
“I’m just gonna run a few copies and get it started”
He turned, but before he could stop her she had stuck it into the copier and ran it through.
Instantly the machine blocked up, beeping in its panicked motion.
“No! Why now!”
She cried out, banging her fists down onto the bulky grey object.
He went over, placing a hand on her shoulder and spotted the tears falling from her onto the printer/copier.

“Well find her, tell me what she looked like and I’ll start this.”
“No what’s the use, she’s probably dead somewhere, this might as well be an evidence recovery for all it matters now…”
“Don’t speak like that. You don’t know, if she’s anything like you, she’s resourceful and safe.”
“But she’s not like me… she’s fiery and smart and very pretty… she dosent look real sometimes with how she dresses and acts…”
He frowned
“What do you mean? What was she wearing when you last saw her?”
He began to notice that there were small bruises and scratch marks dotted around her face and neck.
“She was in some really short skirt, hair done up in a stupid…”

Jenny had always secretly wanted to be her sister.
She had always been ‘the pretty one’. The one everyone preferred.
Jenny was the quiet one you see, the one that read the books and didn’t get in trouble at school.

“Some stupid popular style… I don’t know, all I know is that she’s gone missing and I need to find her”
He stared into her eyes, why was he so alluring? Argh!
How stupid!
She berated herself for feeling this way about a battered old detective.
But that’s OK, I know how to get him rejuvenated…

He broke the silence, mind whirring like it hadn’t in years. His brain felt like it was shaking off the dust of a thousand years as he thought about this case.
He began to picture the girl in the cell, short skirt, pretty… popular hair cut…

“Jenny come with me.”
“Uh ok?”
He practically dragged her into the holding room.

The coffee machine dripped away to itself in the silent station.
Outside, a fight was occurring.
Apparently this little police station and all of its occupants where under attack from the Lead Dogs gang for holding someone of interest to their leader.

Jenny entered the room, lead by the tired detective and came saw her sister sat behind iron bars.
the room was stark, a horrific beige colour that affronted the senses, muting the entire scene.

“Well, today’s the day detective.”
Kira stood from a metal bench, her eyes dashed over to her sister and told him everything he needed to know.
“Sisters huh…”
Jenny stood in stunned silence, her heart in her throat, a sickness ran through her.
“So who did I kill? You don’t have long…”

The line stuck.
You don’t have long.
Wait, she’s been saying that constantly…
It all played out in his head, seeing her standing in the front room, stunning that fool at the front desk.

He began to think back, just before she had come in, jenny’s last words to the station.
“OK guys, I’m off for a few days but I’ll make a coffee before I go!”
Had she done something to the coffee? The machine was hardly held away securely…

Kira watched his face with delight, it was like watching shapes fall into place perfectly.
“See sis? I told you we could do it…”
He looked at Jenny as she stepped over to the cell door and stood next to her sister.

His insides felt unwell.
“Congratulations detective… you figured out who I killed.”
He stumbled backwards, the world felt as though it was rushing passed at an alarming rate, distorting as it went.
“We killed you.”

Cogs and gears

A wedge sits uncomfortably between my eyes

Jamming the gears and locking up tight.

I have seized up

The figures, the world’s and the words
Refuse to move.

Refuse to come from me as the grey cloud sits.

Have I ebbed out?

Is this all the I could muster? Half completed stories that I cannot post?

Endless world’s that swirled and swam before me

The people I saw as I fell into sleep

Those that whispered to me as I attempted to be “normal”

Have they left me?
Are they sleeping?

I hope they are merely on vacation

A brief stop from the normal

I don’t want them to be gone.

I don’t want to see the stories end, the world’s shut off.

The fairground to stand still in the darkness as the youths smoke nearby.

I want to turn and see the city.

The city the blurs passed at an incredible rate.

The homeless lady and her cat, the kittens that share her box and the crumbs she can provide them.

There is no warmth here in the alley, but the affection and care she provides keeps there little gears and cogs whirring and beating.
She knows that it’s a hard life, but there mews keep her going and away from the drugs and alcohol that provided everyone else’s relief.

Looking further, the lights grow brighter as I stare. I don’t know the name of this place, but it moves with its own rhythmn, one I’ve never seen with real eyes.
One that doesn’t exist.
No history, no people, no foundations in reality, but there it is.
Clear as day in my mind.

Now I just gotta get the characters whirring…

A Storem by Sixeighty.

(Started as a poem and ended up a story… kinda. I dunno seemed to fit the description)

Dig in, hold fast. Resist.

So Bleh.

Life’s been shit, everyone wants money, stuff has to be done and nobody is looking to employ you.

The pressure of life is weighing on you and it’s becoming difficult to find the will to do anything.

Well let me tell you something.

There’s two ways that situation can go.

1. Give in. “It’s life ay it”. A phrase I hear from so many people who had 18 children by 20 different men (yeah work that one out), five of them are in prison and the others deal drugs for a living.
You gave up, took what life gave you and figured there was nothing you could do or change and now youre balding, drinking beer at 10 am and shouting at what could be your child or your grandchild in the street because they want an apple.


And that’s a big or, if I could change the size of the font.

2) you dig in.

Life sends it’s shit your way and you say “no”.
See this is the difference.
Sure there are things we all have to deal with, but it’s how you deal with them.

Let’s take a rock for example. Put it in a river and it’s either gonna get pushed along with the flow, or split the water, so  the direction divides and goes around it.

I spent too long being pushed along by the water. Not being myself, taking shit from people and then beating myself up about life.
“Why was I dealt this hand in life” “Why does this happen to me” etc etc.

Then one day, I woke up, opened my laptop and stuck my feet into the bed of the river of life and pushed back.
I didn’t believe it.

It worked.
Suddenly, things began to flow the way I wanted them to.
Everything became easier because I was in charge. It went where I wanted it too.

All I’m saying, and all I want to transfer in this message is this.

Dig in, stay strong, resist.
Life is not in control of you.

1 day PT 1

Her name was Jenny.
She was 23, fresh out of the academy and terrified to be going live.
She washed her face in the dark of the morning, splashing with cold water against her skin.
Sickness ran through her stomach, the shock of the cold helped but couldn’t hope to quash the feeling as the butterflies danced playfully in her gut.

The shirt was new, rough against her skin as she buttoned up, her trousers were the same. Uncomfortably tight, but they were her size and obviously just needed to be broken in a little more…

She stood before the open front door, took a deep breath, facing into the dim yellow light of the hallway. She wished she had the bravery of the characters she loved from her TV shows.
Stepping out, she quietly closed the door behind her, leaving behind her childhood, she stepped out into being an adult.
It mattered nothing about the academy, about paying for her phone bill, about the nights she’d spent with Steven Jordan at the halls…
This made her feel like an adult.
And that terrified her just as much.

The morning had gone smoothly, too smoothly. She began to feel stupid about being so scared about joining the force, when suddenly the alarm rang out.
She rushed into the main room and saw a suspect wrestling officers to get free. He managed to throw them off, made eye contact with Jenny and lunged forward.
She saw the madness and rage within his eyes, petrified to the spot and watched him launch off the ground towards her.

She stood. Too stunned to react as he flew through the air towards her.
From out of nowhere, a man comes to her aid, slamming the attacker to the floor with ruthless efficiency.
He claps the hands into cuffs and stands up, not in the slightest bit fazed.

His matted hair, greying skin seemed to belie the man’s true nature as a fast efficient officer.
“And now I need another coffee… you downtown guys are lazy!”

Jenny watched as the man walked over to another officer and resumed his conversation.
She snuck up close and listened, this man intrigued her. Something drew her in about his nature… Maybe it was because he resembled someone from her favorite show, about a tired detective who solves crimes lazily but effectively whilst drinking or smoking constantly.

“… and that’s why I’m going back. I just wish something happened that made me think… this actions all well and good but I can’t be bothered with it. Send me back to markets sir.”

And that’s when she knew she had to transfer.