
S410: DEEP
The crew pulled on the thick, wet rope that clung to the side of the trawler. “Anything?” “Nothing!” Four faces peered into the black rising swells that pitched the boat up in the air. “Keep pulling.” “But…” “Keep pulling.” The captain stalked from the deck and the hands watched as his face reappeared in the murky window that overlooked the deck of the ship. He shouted something they couldn’t hear at them. Without a word they turned themselves back to the rope. The three hands’ eyes met as th...

S410: THOUGHTS
All the ideas and thoughts that coalesced in my brain between 19:41 and 19:51 A cosy ninja. Furry slippers. Marshmallows on the points of his shuriken. The Smiths on a camping holiday. The 100 Acres Wood implies the existence of a 100 acres wouldn’t. I bet The Fonz really struggled to buy batteries. What size would you like Mr Fonzarelli? Aaaaaaaaaaay. Floating, floating, floating, floating, floating, then not floating Tesla superchargers, Tesla superduperchargers, Tesla supercalifragilistice...

S410: JAMESES
The seventh instance of James appeared to the right of the third instance and blocked the creatures lunge. The eighth appeared at the gates and held what looked like the amulet and the scarab covering the dagger. The first four James had by this point circled behind the monster and with one at each claw they pulled with all their might and managed to expose the beast’s tender belly. The eighth James pulled back his arm and flung the amulet to the original James, who ducked his head slightly a...
Former Guardian/Times journalist, now writing fiction full-time. Having fun playing with web3 publishing.

S410: DEEP
The crew pulled on the thick, wet rope that clung to the side of the trawler. “Anything?” “Nothing!” Four faces peered into the black rising swells that pitched the boat up in the air. “Keep pulling.” “But…” “Keep pulling.” The captain stalked from the deck and the hands watched as his face reappeared in the murky window that overlooked the deck of the ship. He shouted something they couldn’t hear at them. Without a word they turned themselves back to the rope. The three hands’ eyes met as th...

S410: THOUGHTS
All the ideas and thoughts that coalesced in my brain between 19:41 and 19:51 A cosy ninja. Furry slippers. Marshmallows on the points of his shuriken. The Smiths on a camping holiday. The 100 Acres Wood implies the existence of a 100 acres wouldn’t. I bet The Fonz really struggled to buy batteries. What size would you like Mr Fonzarelli? Aaaaaaaaaaay. Floating, floating, floating, floating, floating, then not floating Tesla superchargers, Tesla superduperchargers, Tesla supercalifragilistice...

S410: JAMESES
The seventh instance of James appeared to the right of the third instance and blocked the creatures lunge. The eighth appeared at the gates and held what looked like the amulet and the scarab covering the dagger. The first four James had by this point circled behind the monster and with one at each claw they pulled with all their might and managed to expose the beast’s tender belly. The eighth James pulled back his arm and flung the amulet to the original James, who ducked his head slightly a...
Former Guardian/Times journalist, now writing fiction full-time. Having fun playing with web3 publishing.

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Music plays. A calm, swell of chords that holds you steady.
We begin.
As you take a breath in, you close your eyes. You breathe out and your eyes want to open. Let them if it adds to your feeling of security. But as you breathe – in…out – you feel the need to open your eyes reduces.
Your eyes are closed. Gradually, like the emergence of dawn, you start to become aware of the world inside your mind. It is a place of great beauty and a serene, epic grandeur.
You are aware that you are sat comfortably on a small lawn of grass. Before you are a set of stone steps that lead down to a sunken garden of fountains and square hedges.
You take a moment to breathe. In. Out. You feel the warmth of this world’s sun on your shoulders and you feel the comfort that it brings to your chest and your heart. Your heart beats strongly, passing this warmth around your body. Your fingers and your knees are warm. Your hips and your shins are warm. Your body tells its warmth to each part, like a village sharing the story of a hero.
Slowly you rise to your knees and then placing one strong foot on the ground in front of you, you ease yourself to standing. Your spine lengthens and your mind releases as you breathe. In. Out. Your spine lengthens and your mind releases as you breathe. In. Out. Now warmth and serenity pass with your blood around your body. You feel the surge of it in your stomach and your neck. A whisper of warm sea air passes your nose and you know of all the good that this world has for you.
You breathe confidently now. In. Out. When you are ready, you take a step towards the stone steps. Your feet touch the warm, smooth concrete and you feel it charging your body. One at a time you take the steps down to the patio area.
In front of you is a small fountain that sends forth a cascade of water into a deep blue pool beneath. At the side of the fountain is a silver platter and on the platter are a selection of fruits. You move forward and admire the perfection of the fruits. The deep yellow of the banana and the full, rich green and purple grapes.
You take a grape and throw it in the air. You watch it arc through the air and catch a glimpse of the sun as it travels down and you catch it easily in your mouth. You cough as the grape catches in your throat. You breathe. In. In. You breathe. In. In. In. In.
**************
S410 stands for Starter for 10 and it’s a daily live-writing meditation that I do in 10 minutes. Each piece I write teaches me something. Sometimes what it teaches me is that I suck. Other times it opens up an entire universe.
Each S410 is a 1/1 original. Owners of S410 pieces will have access to a range of benefits, from story airdrops, special performances and even the opportunity to be killed in my longer fiction works.
Music plays. A calm, swell of chords that holds you steady.
We begin.
As you take a breath in, you close your eyes. You breathe out and your eyes want to open. Let them if it adds to your feeling of security. But as you breathe – in…out – you feel the need to open your eyes reduces.
Your eyes are closed. Gradually, like the emergence of dawn, you start to become aware of the world inside your mind. It is a place of great beauty and a serene, epic grandeur.
You are aware that you are sat comfortably on a small lawn of grass. Before you are a set of stone steps that lead down to a sunken garden of fountains and square hedges.
You take a moment to breathe. In. Out. You feel the warmth of this world’s sun on your shoulders and you feel the comfort that it brings to your chest and your heart. Your heart beats strongly, passing this warmth around your body. Your fingers and your knees are warm. Your hips and your shins are warm. Your body tells its warmth to each part, like a village sharing the story of a hero.
Slowly you rise to your knees and then placing one strong foot on the ground in front of you, you ease yourself to standing. Your spine lengthens and your mind releases as you breathe. In. Out. Your spine lengthens and your mind releases as you breathe. In. Out. Now warmth and serenity pass with your blood around your body. You feel the surge of it in your stomach and your neck. A whisper of warm sea air passes your nose and you know of all the good that this world has for you.
You breathe confidently now. In. Out. When you are ready, you take a step towards the stone steps. Your feet touch the warm, smooth concrete and you feel it charging your body. One at a time you take the steps down to the patio area.
In front of you is a small fountain that sends forth a cascade of water into a deep blue pool beneath. At the side of the fountain is a silver platter and on the platter are a selection of fruits. You move forward and admire the perfection of the fruits. The deep yellow of the banana and the full, rich green and purple grapes.
You take a grape and throw it in the air. You watch it arc through the air and catch a glimpse of the sun as it travels down and you catch it easily in your mouth. You cough as the grape catches in your throat. You breathe. In. In. You breathe. In. In. In. In.
**************
S410 stands for Starter for 10 and it’s a daily live-writing meditation that I do in 10 minutes. Each piece I write teaches me something. Sometimes what it teaches me is that I suck. Other times it opens up an entire universe.
Each S410 is a 1/1 original. Owners of S410 pieces will have access to a range of benefits, from story airdrops, special performances and even the opportunity to be killed in my longer fiction works.
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