Hannah Moore
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Befuddled
Well, I am trying to lay off Vocal at the moment, due to the return of an RSI problem that once saw me unable to drive for two years. Currently typing hurts, scrolling hurts, even picking up my phone hurts. Rest it, I tell myself, use it only for work. And maybe the next challenge. And maybe this and maybe that and then, then, then.... and here I am again. I thought I had missed Penny's part B (link at the bottom), but having realised I had not, well, just a teeny tiny little but of typing, no?
By Hannah Mooreabout a year ago in Poets
Two Truths And A Lie. Top Story - September 2024.
I’m nobody’s fool. You wouldn’t survive five minutes in this business if you were. And it doesn’t matter if you’re as savvy as the Artful Dodger, if they catch even a whiff of spring grass about your feet they’ll try and have one over on you. This year, I’ve got twins in my class, monozygotic bloody twins. They’re the worst. They’re not those twins who try and carve out their own identities either. These two work their identical credentials like the Weasley’s, if the Weasley’s were black, and girls, and non-magical. Charity and Joy.
By Hannah Mooreabout a year ago in Fiction
If Eleven Was Ugly. Content Warning.
I don’t know if you’ve ever been hit in the face, but it’s really not as bad as you think it’s going to be. I mean, there’s the shock. That’s pretty bad. Like, it really knocks you. Literally. Knocks you down. Even if you’re expecting it. When it actually comes, the shock is pretty bad. But that’s just shock, you know? It passes. And yeah, there’s the pain. That varies. The nose is worst, if you ask me. My god, the nose is like stop you in your tracks painful. My nose used to be prettier than this, now. But then none of us are getting any younger, right? The eye though, that can kind of ache for days, like a cup of misery slopping over into every thought you have. But it’s surprising how much a face can take. It’s a bit pathetic to go on about it like it’s the end of the world or something. The human capacity for healing is incredible.
By Hannah Mooreabout a year ago in Fiction
Ablutions
Ablutions: The act of washing oneself, often used to refer to the ceremonial washing of the self, from the Latin "ab" and "luere", away and wash. Formerly used in alchemy to denote the process of purification using liquid and evolved to denote the washing of the body. Latterly commandeered by the British army to indicate the building housing washing and toilet facilities.
By Hannah Mooreabout a year ago in Poets
The Empty Nest. Runner-up in Small Kindness Challenge. Top Story - September 2024.
I like it here. Big trees. There’s the wood, I like it there as well, but I like it here. Gaps between the trees. Grass and soil and the bird bath. I like it best when they’re not here. The people. The dog. There’s a cat, sometimes, on his way elsewhere. I like him least of all. And squirrels. Bothersome squirrels.
By Hannah Mooreabout a year ago in Psyche
The 3.52
I was late. Well, not late. But not early enough to be sure I wouldn’t be. The bus service around here is crap. They say you wait ages for a bus and then three come at once, but around here, you just wait ages for a bus. I was on the 3.52, according to the sequence on the timetable, but that bus was the 4.11, and there was no disguising it.
By Hannah Mooreabout a year ago in Psyche
