Beckbridge – sometime scribbler

Random musings, stories, poems, rants and pictures from the hands and heart of a 50 something year old woman.

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  • Soteriology

    This story came from an idea I will be using in a later work, but which started as “a hazmat suit which could withstand Hell”. From that idea came the first line – after all, humanity’s first foray into the Inferno would likely not go well. Of all the recent crop of short stories I’ve…

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  • Albion’s Witness

    I took this photo walking on the Downs in late July, still trying to make sense of the country I had grown up in, and what it had done to me, and all trans people. Seeing this old(ish) waypoint marker made me think of “Albion” and the ancient land I stood on, and how we…

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  • The Department

    So, this idea was originally going to be “the plot” of Displacement – I envisioned an opening scene cutting between parallel narratives of a surgeon desperately trying to save a patient on the operating theatre with someone being mugged in an alley – the conceit being I would use the same dialogue between intercut scenes…

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  • Cancelled

    A short poem I wrote after another morning of disrupted travel to work, and general feelings on who our “elected representatives” are blaming for the ills of the world, when we should be looking elsewhere. Cancelled Another cancelled trainAnother disrupted morningCommuters stood around yawningAs we’re all made late again. First world problems we all agreeAt…

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  • Monument

    I wrote this last night, towards the end of Trans Day of Remembrance, and it kinda poured out of me, like a lot of my best stuff does. Monument Where is our monument?The monolith to our lost siblingsOur memorialTo those of usWho had the ultimate pricePlaced on their headsUnwillinglyBy “civilised” societyWhen it is anything butA…

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  • Rage

    This is the second piece I wrote in the new style. This was not even one of my long-idle ideas really, I just needed to get it out of me and onto paper. I think I was in part inspired by The Magnus Archive (the “eldritch creatures” type of thing), Lovecraft’s “fear is the oldest…

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  • Ölek Sun is Dead

    I, like most authors I suspect, have notebook after notebook (or more likely Apple Notes) of ideas – fragments, concepts, characters, themes, musings etc. And like most authors probably more than I could ever actually fully get out of my head and into actual words, before I shuffle off. So I am trying to do…

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  • I change my name (and it takes almost as long to change the WP site :)

    So, I changed my name a while back (then changed it again!) and thought it was about time I updated the site to reflect that. Changing your name in real life is a LOT of admin faff, but at least most places have processes in place to allow people to do this. After all, people…

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  • Stone Pegs

    Originally this was called “7 years” in reference to the popular idea that our bodies renew themselves at a cellular level every seven years. But it didn’t seem to quite fit with the rest of the narrative so it got changed. I think I got the phrase “Stone pegs” from a Facebook post – its…

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  • Another blast from the past

    Following on from the Pick-a-Path stuff I found in my old files, I also came across a piece I’d written back in December 2016, when Brexit had not yet utterly consumed UK politics. I thought it might be amusing to use the “12 Days of Christmas” format for a whimsical (and apolitical) take on events…

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