Welcome to 2012 – the year of new beginnings and possibly the most final of endings!
As you can all see, The Perfect Apocalypse is following along nicely as Maria Selke gives us her interpretation of the landscape above ground, Michelle Lloyd and Arch take our heroine deeper into the bewildering environment and Jason Schiely puts up some more beautiful cover and concept art.
Hope you are all OK and, more importantly, reading, writing and drawing hard as this year is the year the Runaways make their stand. 2012 is going to be the year that Runaway Writings brings the conclusion to many of last years storylines but gives birth to many more sagas – limited only by your imagination!
More than ever do we want YOU to join our project! Whether you’re an artist, a writer or even a musician, Runaway has a place for you. It couldn’t be simpler to join our project. Read through our work, pick up a story strand you like and lets us know that you’d like to get involved in the next chapter. Comment below one of our posts or DM us on either Facebook or Twitter. Check out our Mission Statement for more!
What are you waiting for?
The clock is ticking…
Hello again folks!
It’s been a while since our last adventure at Runaway Writings but GAUNTLET is still going ahead. Our resident artist is indulging her passion as we speak to adapt the superhero adventure into the first issue of a comic book – exciting times indeed!
Speaking of artists, Runaway is proud to welcome Jason Schiely onto the team. Read on for Jason’s Bio for more about him and then check out the awesome teaser art he did for our latest collaborative project – The Perfect Apocalypse!
This latest sci-fi/fantasy/post-apocalyptic epic is now on it’s second chapter, fantastically crafted by our veteran wordsmith Michelle Lloyd. The adventure begins but is the surface world more dangerous than the one below? Read on for more…
Remember, it couldn’t be simpler to join the Runaway writing/artistic team. Just comment below the post, send a DM via Twitter or a message on Facebook to let us know you’re interested and we’ll email you with all the necessary details. Have a look at our Mission Statement for more.
Looking forward to hearing from you,
Hey there fellow Runaways!
Sorry I’ve not been in touch for a while but due to a crazy amount of banging my head against the floor and a little know event known as the DC Relaunch (what could that possibly be about?), I’ve been a bit snowed under.
That’s not to mean Runaway hasn’t been sky-rocketing off on it’s own!
We’ve had the awesome reveal in the last chapter of Batman: Question the Punchline by fellow writer DAMM. Get back there and check it out! The revelations came thick and fast and were more shocking than ever anticipated. We wait with baited breath for more…
DAMM has also posted many reviews and poetry to keep us going.
GAUNTLET is also progressing well, as is a TOP SECRET PROJECT we have in store for you!
Keep reading and let us know what you think!
What has Touched Down Has Removed Me Instead: David Tomaloff Captures the Essence, Ghosts and the Liquidity of Image Language in His New Chap Book of Poetry
A review by DAMM
Rarely in my lifetime have I been so excited to write about someone else’s poetry. There in fact has been only two occasions before this where I found it necessary to do so – My review of The Hurricane Lamp by my favorite poet of all time Sundin Richards and when my other favorite Edgar Allan Poe moved me to pen a 45 page analysis of his work back when I was a far younger man. There is yet another to mention, Richard Cronshey who’s The Snow and the Snow I wish to write about but cannot quite invent the words for those words because so much of its fantasticness is beyond my ability to say anything when in the presence of those words.
Today there is another. Today I must write about my first eXperience with a large dose of David Tomaloff.
In his chap book “A Soft That Touches Down & Removes itself” Tomaloff kicks the walls of notion and preconception to the ground. In the unrecognizable rubble that is left in your mind he surgically constructs vivid new images and passionately leads the reader to their own delights. The heart on the cover is so appropriate for this collection of poems because it beats unwaveringly through every page. I was committed, I was involved. I read it four or five time and am still smiling.
This is a testament to relationship, and a shining monument to the dialogue between a he and a she. A mechanical pulse
But I am disturbed by what my mind can do. The new associations and fresh imagery make this one of the finest modern poetry collections I have ever read. I read and have read a ton of poetry. I am impressed. See the following excerpt from a poem called “These Are A Ritual”
The dirges were all villages;
we melted them into lead
we burned them all down
I said to make way for the “us”
It is these kinds of succinct abstractions that filter the meaning down like a warm drop of salt air or the icy finger of a bitter old man depending on the poem. This book is chalked full of meaning. Go up click on the link, buy this book right away. You will be a better human being for having read this book about the machine of the beating heart.
OK so I wrote this eXclusively for Runaway Writings as a collaborative art experiment. I will explain but first know this. At the end of this experiment I hope to erase all the individual names including mine and post one complete piece of collaborative mega art. I want it to be known the art will stand without credit save the site and project name whatever that ends up being.
I just used Stratacaster Timeslip as a working title.
So heres the deal.
Write one stanza in one of the stanza formats below. Match the verse you write # of syllables to # of syllables with the original that you chose. There is no limit for how many you can do but only one per comment box. The reason for matching formats is simple we want congruity of structure but not voice. At the end of one month we will post all entries in editors preference (that would be me) of order based on format as one piece of collaborative mega poems. We will vote on a name or vote to keep this. The point is the creator will have been removed in favor of the creation. As pure of a process as possible to spark creativity and sharpen imagery. I hope you like the idea and join me. There is no wrong post (don’t be hateful or rude) just match the syllables and let go.
Stratacaster Timeslip – A Collaborative Poem
by The Runaway Scribes
Aspiring flail becomes
the essential jingle,
The beat is contemporary
the tempo remembers the
But not her radio stations
or her golden braids
bouncing like zombies
on a Stratacaster.
Somehow it appealed
to the broken rings
in her mind.
For brine hands
she imagined them.
But they slip
If she knew home
she would call
But she intrepidly dances,
in poison paint,
plays her guitar
in the brimstone
Hello there intrepid readers!
How are you guys doing? Apart from a couple of seizures and smashing my face in I’m fine! But that’s not what we’re here for of course.
DAMM has submitted more of his amazing poetry, a guide to the comics you might wanna look to if you’re fed up of Marvel shockers and DC relaunches, a review of X-Men: First Class and a look at Fire in the Asylums new album.
Phew! Loads of good stuff!
And if that wasn’t enough for you Michelle Lloyd has added another chapter to the Too Many Heroes saga. Have our guys finally been given a break? You’ll have to wait and see.
I added a couple of chapters too if anyone’s interested?
Let us know what you think. Comment on any of the posts and feel free to let us know if you want to join in on our awesome collaboration!
Have fun you lucky, lucky people.
Beach blanket jingo
The tide has
pulled my pockets,
all my soup
has poured out.
I resist lists.
Hands clinched sidelong,
I abstain from peace.
Time has nurtured
this poor missile
to fall from nest.
Brine shrimp wave
in totality receding,
this time-tired surf will not return.
My pockets will remain turned
comically outward to blue.
Salt is marketable
No one ever expects
from a kitten,
or flying arrow
Yet to synchronize
of their own.
Have you seen all the good stuff we’ve got today?
DAMM has submitted some excellent new poetry and two fantastic reviews – one of the latest X-Men movie, First Class, and also comic book Wombat Rue. We’ve also got his latest chapter of Elseworlds saga, Question the Punchline, to catch up on.
Not only that but Arch has posted the latest chapter of Too Many Heroes. Returning villains and all new twists conspire against our boys in this latest thrilling episode!
Enjoy folks. I certainly have had an awesome time reading them!
Remember how easy it is to get involved in Runaway Writings. Let me know you’re interested by either a DM on Twitter, a PM on Facebook or a comment under any of our posts and I’ll get in touch with you with details.
Keep reading people!
Well-being is a whispering ghost soon forgotten in the soup of a desperate now – when napping in the front seat of a barreling Greyhound. In pursuit of a distant thief wearing the stainless steel skin of a lonely off schedule train, we force the stolen bus beyond its logical rpm threshold and hope for the best. You see the last festering morsel of dignity had already left me a bit reckless, but I allowed her to convince me to “sleep” in the road coach while she drives hell-on-wheels through the savage turns of the desert canyon road that mockingly echoed the tracks path in the untouchable distance.
This, like most things these days, was my fault. Temperance is immutable. You either have some or you don’t, and no amount of persuasion can talk your lack of temperance in to being temperate. Oh sure, you may channel it or not, may redirect it or not but at some time that lack of control that wanton compulsion to DO or TAKE or BE runs away laughing after wrecking the nursery of your life. So I keep telling myself. Big deal, fat lot of good it does me laying here, with lower extremities that are wet and freezing, chasing Pharoe , again, because my dignity is encoded into her dreams and my sense is held tightly in her patterns of self-mutilation and then sharing it. But here I am again Pharoe, no we you selfish shallow shark, Candii is here too because you screwed her over again too. You cleaned us out, the diamonds, the club, the 401K even. I have to make Phoenix before you. Or it’s all gone.
Clumped fatherly about the neck and head,
A new kind of sunshine to go with the old law
Corinthian leather ego
trampling the saints
for blood and body,
Wine and bread gluttons with robes hemmed archaic.
Be here early for Good Friday get Resurrection for free.
A Genesis Enforcer with Nemesis in tow
An entire contingent with Lazarus mind
in an Aphrodite body, fumbling to
a conglomerate doctrine.
Pen and messenger
are slap of reproof
to your pulpit
and your bedroom.
Bright pig wallowing self-indulgent in squalor.
A lamb covered in blood frightens children.
When in the blood bath don’t forget to wash behind your ears.
Slumber is the fool’s tool for lucidity. I prefer suggestion. Post-hypnotic or otherwise. This, I suppose, is probably acceptable among necro-dancers in the dead places. But here a steady diet of apathy has inverted inertia and the Sandman is now diabolically lackadaisical.
The weather is sarcasm. March wind mutates white and I shrug it off as an unexpected judgment added to the dainty parades of slugs I have been forced to oblige. The black slime trail clogs in some coronary pause while the tri-colored lights take turn commanding. The irony is the tri-corner hats.
And that is when she becomes the moment.
A blank-eyed waterspout wanders, stalking whispers and slaying them in her claws of catatonic cyclones. Each macrocosm a now pinprick stain on a white the orchid she wears like Wintergreen. So brightly dispersed is her melancholy it is but a night pheromone adrift in her young current. Nearly unnoticed only perceived.
She knows I know. That I will let her down again may be my secret for now.
That I could do better concerns her but she remains, trusting and dependent on my most suspect handholds. It breaks my heart to see her assure me with tone and gaze. Role reversal and I am shown how I am weak. She manages, for now, to overlook it.
You see I have burned in ignorance the Scythian coast.
There will be no breaking glass, or cake or new bouquet for this empty statistic. Nor have I germinated the proper social riposte. I have not honed the steel of real time parries. This solicitous duel for autonomy has been especially vicious.
I thought it was only fair that I’ve asked our other authors to do bio’s that I do one myself.
I’m a massive fan of genre writing – be it comic books, sci-fi, fantasy or horror – and have been for a long time. Some have said that if you cut me in half I’d have a map to the Green Lantern homeworld of Oa tattooed inside me!
Runaway Writings was an idea that came to me when I thought about how many people like me enjoying writing and painting but find it difficult to showcase their talent.
I feel that there’s a hell of a lot of amazing people out there with awesome skills who don’t get the opportunity to show off what they can do.
Runaway is here for just that purpose – to allow folks to write, draw and create in a communal project that lets their imaginations run riot and receive constructive criticism from other authors online.
Anyone can join. Just get in touch with me (via Twitter, Facebook and the blog) and I’ll let you know how.
I love this project and I appreciate the faith people have in it that have joined. It means so much to me that they have gotten involved and invested their time in it.
Just to let you know that today I’ve posted the first part of sci-fi western Blood Unto Brave Steel, a story mixing science fiction elements and those of discovery and the wild west. This new drama is set to feature cowboys, horses, shoot-outs and saloons and whatever else you, the creators, can dream up!
Also posted is chapter three of Too Many Heroes. Carl introduces Arthur to a new friend in an ‘unusual’ setting to say the least.
Please do enjoy.
Now our super hero and science fiction stories are underway we need other creative people to help write or illustrate new chapters and help with other projects. Any one who wants to submit any ideas for a fantasy or horror project, please feel free to get on board.
You extremely talented people make these stories happen and keep this project running. Feel free to get in touch via Twitter, Facebook or post a comment under any of the chapters. Let us know what you think and please feel free to join in!
That’s my new favourite word. And I’m going to keep using it!
You might have thought a week in hospital could keep me down but not these guys: DAMM and Michelle Lloyd are back and they’re back with a vengeance!
What first hit me after switching on my laptop was a stack of the most exciting, dark and evocative poetry I’ve ever read from the always excellent and powerful DAMM. Astro, April, Ferocious Eternal and [BE[D]EVIC[E]GO] are all striking works of poetry. Read these. They’re sure to challenge your emotions and get your creative processes firing off into overdrive. Not only that but a treat for fans of The Crazy Hobo Chronicles was gifted to me: The Crazy Hobo Chronicles Volume II! It’s sure to blow your mind!
Next up was a short story from the wonderful and twisted mind of Michelle Lloyd entitled Odd Duck. It’s a pretty cool story, I’m sure you’ll all agree, that sparks several images and ideas off in the imagination. Also Michelle was good enough to push on with the next chapter of GAUNTLET. Events are moving ever faster in this thrilling super hero drama. New questions are asked leaving doors open for you to fill with answers…
Hopefully this week will be the first part of a new science fiction story thread for anyone who’s interested to get involved in. I’m also looking to start both a fantasy and horror story too!
So what are you waiting for?
Stop reading this! Get a move on and check out what these talented writers have provided this week and please comment on the work that’s been posted!
Remember I need YOU to get involved and help out in this project – whatever your talent may be. Keep thinking of ideas and just let me know, via twitter or a post on the blog, if you want to get involved.
Say “NO!” to whatever’s holding you back and please participate. I can guarantee that you’ll enjoy it. Nothings more fun that showcasing your talent.
So join in and have fun!
Attest to glory
Crinkle –cut skybox
Peek in the sun
stories in whispers
Intending to be forgotten
And a feather bed
behind curtain towel.
It is the tiniest morsel
That screams in to the mouth
Of a hungry world; it is
A Wheeled shelter.
Luggage rack shingles
Home sweet Home.
He continues thrusting
into my other half looking
a ridicule smile
with disdainful eyes.
She pleads again for hate
They adulterate me for sport.
I am amazed to find
I feel that I deserve this.
He tells me with eyes
he will take her each day
He promises filthy
sword and fence to stitching
His laughter orgasmic
fondling my treasure
then he pushes her
She laughs too.
All three of us
he is better than me
gets real. Stark.
Rip-off prints in sway.
We are all right
she finds a new traitor
and lives happily ever
He continues punishing
those that love him
and himself. For sport
In my yard
Ground never glimpses
I will land
Grass never tarnishes
But my pump
Thanks never dissipates
When the dark
Against her, a porcelain steamshovel struggles for purchase.
It flushes with rhythm but carries no melody, like two reapers locked in a bonesickle kiss.
Yet with grandiose imaginings, the fragile pistonclaw continues its monotony in the wilds.
This is desperate clutching – in vapor and combustion – so miniscule a hope.
To be wandering in this undeveloped embrace,
foraging for twigberry oil and honeycomb gas
for its labors reciprocate longing.
Overcome by a miasma of nauseas, it discos a teetering step -
in and out of the truth – but only near illumination.
No comprehension for this delicate batterer will come
until the once tender wail escapes in a roar,
reaping a thousand small whirlwinds in a word barely whispered.
Undulation, as straining paper sprockets grind against the legendtouch.
A resistance to overheating catapults this brittle backhoe to the glimmersmile
…and the lavishing rest atop her.
Now engine powers down to wait. The pause breathes for itself.
The ghosted reason last seen in this machine’s creation, has flickered to life,
This new development feeds the glass-skinned tractor.
Its nurturing gives the slightest hint of mettle and metal.
As the sustaining char is confiscated by the fickle withering evening,
legions of the undead, heretofore unseen known,
with their axiomatic heads,
toss it into the shatterwall.
Aligning shards for gluing is what pleases her.
Hi you good, good people!
I’m going to be away for a few days as I’m going into hospital for some tests concerning my epilepsy. This is called Video Telemetry. I’ll be connected to a machine which will monitor the electrical activity in my brain whilst a video camera will record my seizures as and when I have them. This sounds more frightening than it is but will mean I’ll be exhausted. The process should take three to five days and I could be taken off my medication which is something I’ve not experienced for ten years – so I’m a bit apprehensive.
I just wanted to let you know what was going on if you were trying to get in touch with me and couldn’t, or if you’d sent in posts and they weren’t up on the blog – rest assured, as soon as I’m out of hospital, Runaway Writings will be getting a creative hammering!
Still feel free to get in touch over twitter (I’ll try my hardest to stay as close to mobile as possible!) and comment on the posts on the site.
I’m still keen to get as much creative input as possible.
I can’t wait to see you ideas!
See you on the other side…
Exciting news – the first chapter of our thrilling super human based drama has been posted by new contributor Michelle Lloyd! And might I add, it certainly sets the bar high.
If you want to contribute to this story line, suggest one of your own or just offer praise for all the great contributors on the blog, please feel free to comment below the posts and follow us by subscribing.
If you want to take part please let us know, either by sending as DM via Twitter or commenting on the site. You can contribute using any medium of your choice – prose, poetry, art or music – and take the stories in any direction your imagination feels that it should go.
All we ask is that you respect other peoples work and opinions.
Have fun creating – I hope to hear from you all soon!
Already an established writer and poet has offered three pieces of work to help stir the creative juices within us all.
DAMM was quick to encourage our blog and provide 3 pieces of his own wonderful work.
Feel free to read them and offer up your own submissions.
Tarnished dressings -
on the bark
is the enrapturing of bone.
give your jewel
in exchange for tidal favors.
must we be
to move toward our closing?