Musings of a Frequent Flying Scientist

Tag: writing

  • Zombie Train to Paris

    The smell hit him first. That sweet and sour smell of death. And flesh. It was unusual for a city train to smell like this. He could feel the hairs standing up on the back of his neck. He sighed and made a tent with his shirt over his nose and breathed in his own…

  • Restrained

    She slowly awoke. How long has she been out? What the hell had he done to her this time? She stilled her body, afraid of alerting him to her wakefulness. She worked at calming her breathing as she very cautiously opened her eyes to slits to survey the room as best she could from her…

  • Starting the Mentoring Process

    I have signed up with Griffith University’s Industry Mentoring Program to be a mentor for an undergraduate student. The program is designed to match 200 students with appropriate mentors (just one each, don’t worry!) by providing each student with the profiles of available mentors. This is a blind process – the mentors’ names and personal details are…

  • Escape

    The first thing that registered was the dry metallic taste. A singularly unpleasant but not unfamiliar sensation. And then the cold – she realised that she was in her underwear and a t-shirt, how she usually slept, but she felt a gritty dampness beneath her side. She heard herself moaning as she tried to lift her…

  • Beginning

      The morning sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, the golden glow landing on her bare skin. She was tangled in the white sheets, with an arm thrown back above her head and one foot peeking out from beneath the sheet. She looked peaceful and happy and was in that comforting, warm embrace of heavy…

  • Secret

    She leaned against the railing and stared out at the darkness of the ocean, the waves whipping against the side of the ship, foaming the water so that she could almost make out stripes of white, turquoise and deep, deep blue. She watched the foam disappear from view as the ship slipped through the water…

  • The Light 

    Milly was cold, so cold. Her daughters were fussing around her room, pulling up her blankets, arranging flowers, tidying the nightstand. They were such good girls, all three of them. They’d fought like cats and dogs as children, but they loved each other just as fiercely.  And they loved her fiercely as well, she suddenly…

  • Anger

    The door slammed and with the sound, another piece of her heart shattered.  It had been this way for weeks. He had always had a temper, but it had been playful, easily ignored and she hadn’t thought anything of it. Until recently. Now his mood had changed. His temper was dark and brooding, always festering. She…

  • Perspective Matters (Eclectic Corner #12.2)

    It’s all about how You see the world, whether up Or down, it matters… For Justine’s Eclectic Corner #12 – Perspective Written. Justine gave us free reign to write whatever we wish, so I went with a teeny tiny haiku. And this photo is going into Lucile’s Photo 101 Rehab Clinic, it joins the photos…

  • Lifeless (Dark Side Thursday)

    They’d been talking for almost thirty minutes. Coming from opposite sides of the city, they often chatted at this time of the evening, driving to their respective homes. It passed the hour in the car and it gave them a chance to talk about the things that they didn’t get a chance to talk about when they…

  • Still Alice.

    I can feel the dried tears on my face. My eyes are scratchy and my head is clouded. I just watched the movie Still Alice. Julianne Moore plays a 50 year old woman diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s Disease. It was such a beautifully made film and Julianne’s performance was one of the best I’ve…

  • The Bear (Dark Side Thursday)

    As I walked back into the old house, the memories just came flooding back. What a horrifying time that had been. I remember I was about five when it started happening. Things were never where I’d put them and sometimes I swear my dolls moved – I could see a movement out of the corner of…