WRITOBER #7 - Dancing With Myself

This is the first of many collabs. The multi talented Adventiciis kindly shared one of her work so I could write about it for Writober. I wanted to do her justice and, at the same time, work on something that caught my mind. We've discussed this beautiful short story by Ernest Hemingway (Hills Like White Elephants) and the brainstorm was incredible, and I ended up learning so much, specially about interpretation and the iceberg writing technique. Check her work, and I hope you enjoy this story.

Eis a primeira de muitas colaborações. A multi talentosa Adventiciis partilhou um dos seus trabalhos para que pudesse escrever para o Writober. Quero fazer-lhe justiça e, ao mesmo tempo, desenvolver algo que me anda pela cabeça. Há dias discutimos uma linda história de Ernest Hemingway (Hills Like White Elephants) e o brainstorm foi incrível. Acabei por aprender imenso, principalmente sobre como interpretar textos e sobre a técnica do iceberg. Vejam o trabalho dela e espero que gostem da história de hoje.

WRITOBER #6 - Going for a Walk

Juan Pablo Roldan

I was always told to go for walks. Mum, aunts. random people who thought they had a say in my life. Get out of your room, go outside. I always hated to aimlessly walk - to window shop life. I had everything I needed in my room: knowledge, entertainment, and pleasure. Go breathe some fresh air. And I had food.

Don't take me wrong, I did go out. I still do. My sense of direction is shit and more often than not I get lost. Today that happened and I found myself surrounded by wolves handling flyers, asking for donations, taking bite-sized chunks from me.

I hate life in the big city; I'm thinking of leaving but gotta take care of one last thing...

WRITOBER #5 - Counting Days

michel voogt

Messy office. Messy head.

When faced with hours of clicking, data input and dumb people, the best she could do was delaying. An empty coffee mug, stained with yesterday's memories; small brown halos tattooed on the table who hadn't seen a cleaning cloth for quite some time. Like one could determine the age of a tree by its rings, she could do the same at her table. And if her calculations were correct, she was there for some days now. Forget calendars, she was counting days with coffee.

And thus she was entertained while there was work to do.

WRITOBER #4 - Labels

Tierno Beauregard

He never takes me anywhere! cackled the fat woman. Mine drags me everywhere... sighed the tall one. She knew her names. She didn't care. It was easy to label a face, and she wouldn't forget it.
What was her label? The odd one? The loony bin? Yeah...
How long it would take for them to drag her into the conversation? She could leave, yes, but she was curious.
She was the nosy one.

WRITOBER #3 - A Break

Ed Emshwiller

She was on her break.
Resumed her hobby, and paid close attention to the world around her. Listened attentively to the conversations, never parting her face from the book. She was reading the same passage over and over, but she was actually reading people.
And as the world was falling apart around her, she was on her break - reading.

WRITOBER #2 - The Sight

Desconhecido

A little break.
The terminal went to sleep. She stood up and walked out of the room, cross the hallway, waved her colleagues in her head - did they reply? Did they even notice? The pleasant smell and texture of her coffee mug trailed behind her, turned the second exit to the left and went with her to the viewing room.
She just stood there, breathed the drug and opened her eyes: the view was amazing, jaw dropping and heavenly. She was so small. So...insignificant. Then she turned off the projector and sipped her placebo to stay awake.

WRITOBER #1 - I Can See You

I CAN SEE YOU

First day of October - she had found a new job.
I mean, she would be doing the same but in a different place: pretend to do actual work while the script she had created did everything for her.
But she didn't know she was being watched... mostly for her body and shiny personality. But they also didn't know they were being watched... mostly by her brain and shiny skills.