Scoop Rittersblock

“In Defence of Shadows.” by Scoop Rittersblock

Submitted to Contest #272

*The following is a translation by a Shadow Whisperer who is cataloguing the life and times of the cities “Light Negative Entities.” She is an intuitive skilled in the art of Shadow Communication.Good evening dear human. I believe your custom of greeting is such and so I honour it. It is my pleasure to talk with you today - a first of its kind, I am told - and made possible by the unique talents and abilities of the Shadow Whisperer.My thanks and eternal gratitude go out to her.For starters, can I say that we as a collective find your ways o...

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“The Ephemeral Life of a Fly” by Scoop Rittersblock

Submitted to Contest #265

When the man awoke that morning the sun was birthing bright upon the horizon, and its sparkling, pink rays streamed through a gap in the curtains and onto his bed, where it settled upon his face like a warm, soft hand. He smiled and contemplated how strange and beautiful it was to wake up and for a few infinite moments, not know where he was or, indeed, who he was, and he rested with the riddle of this echoing quietly within his being. The man gathered the woollen blankets around him to form a soft, warm cocoon, and he nestled within its dar...

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“Braking For Butterflies” by Scoop Rittersblock

Submitted to Contest #164

 I can finally speakof our parting:for the Tears YouGifted me,unwrapped inTreasured Sobsdripped Golden over adry, heedless Heart,bending my Rushing Riversurely Home...to...You‘It’s like there’s two fields,’ began Halo, ‘both Beautiful but one way more Beautiful than the other. In the first the colours are nice but a little faded and sad and in the other they're always Happy with Golden Flowers and Trees made of Light and butterflies so pretty it makes your Tummy Sing. The Fields are so close to each other, too, their Grass and Trees and...

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“The Precious Water of Desert Tears” by Scoop Rittersblock

Submitted to Contest #160

Eau had been trailing the woman through the desert for six hours now. She was exquisitely sensitive to her weariness and great thirst yet felt helpless to assist her. She stopped when she stopped, stumbled when she did, lay down beside her when her legs gave way and she couldn’t walk any more. Eau had tried hunkering down in the dry, baked river beds hoping she would see the muddy, life giving puddles this formed. Eau had floated above her and opened her pores but the woman staggered on, unable to see or feel the cool, misty drops of life gi...

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“Angel Noir” by Scoop Rittersblock

Submitted to Contest #159

Forget everything you’ve ever heard or read about Angels!After The Fall and The Angel Wars the very D.N.A of these illustrious Beings was transformed. Certainly, this is true for those who were left behind after The Ascension and whose ghastly features and behaviour rendered them unrecognisable as the Legends of Biblical and New Age Renown.  I guess that’s why meeting John Lampstander-or J.L. as he liked to be known-was so transforming and healing for me. I first met him in an Angel bar as I was slumming it downtown on a wild and s...

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“The Drye Room” by Scoop Rittersblock

Submitted to Contest #131

I recall that thrilling day when we pulled up into the drive of our new house and piled out joking and laughing as we raced each other to the door and the promise of a brand new life. It was going to be a big change for us all-the girls especially and they were heartbroken to be pulled out of school and away from their friends but, shoot, that’s life and it just keeps on rollin’ on and it’s no good chewing on old meat, as my Grandpa used to say.   Joe, well he was never one to worry about stuff too much-not upfront, anyway. I ...

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“Of Love and Lapis Lazuli” by Scoop Rittersblock

Submitted to Contest #130

It’s Friday night, or so it seems, and I’m shuffling down a damp street bright with neon lights oozing garishly off wide, dewy windows and slippy pavements steaming with excitement and frivolity. I am enjoying the buzz and hum of the Glow-People as they slither and slide around me and the way they duck into bars and melt into the blather-beats of music, laughter and the chemical scent of muscle and yearning, porous skin…some walk arm in arm looking assured and comfortable as if they know where the fuck they are and where the fuck they are go...

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“Falling Upwards” by Scoop Rittersblock

Submitted to Contest #129

 We are somewhere behind them, our vantage point two hundred meters above and to their right. We are hiding within a small grove of fir trees with tired branches all droopy with their burdens of snow. The Instructor has his back to a sheer cliff face and is quietly talking to about five others, his arms gesturing this way and that, with around a thousand metres of bounce and screaming plummet below them. We had come up the mountain to check out reports of strange activity by a group of extreme sports enthusiasts and hadn’t expected to h...

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“The Bureau of Awkward Feelings” by Scoop Rittersblock

Submitted to Contest #128

Rose pours hot water into her cup of T and smiles wanly for the benefit of anybody who may be watching…which on this occasion is nobody, then adds a tea spoon of brown sugar and a whiff of milk before walking slowly back to her desk in isle ‘Jacuzzi 66.’ All the isles are named after things which prompt associations of calm, beauty and relaxation such as 'Tropical 44 ' or 'Sunset 22' . This idea was zapped through from marketing and won them much acclaim including several awards. Rose likes the concept almost as much as she likes drinking th...

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“The Freshest Start of All.” by Scoop Rittersblock

Submitted to Contest #126

I had moved to Mirror Lake, like every other newbie in town, to get a fresh start and breathe some country air away from the smog and mad rush of the city. I was going to move a bit earlier but had to postpone my plans due to the death of my beloved wife, Gisselle. Gisselle was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumour and she died in my arms only three months after the doctor delivered the shocking news.   It was Gisselle’s idea to relocate to Mirror lake, her lush femininity longing for a homecoming into the abundance and fe...

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“The Sacred Bloom of Flesh and Flowers” by Scoop Rittersblock

Submitted to Contest #125

  I was always a late bloomer in life, being for as long as I can remember content to hang back from the howling rush so I could better see, hear and feel the symphony of life playing all around me. From an early age I was given to a kind of absorbed dalliance, or festive reverie, which made me prone to a habitual tardiness, the type of which triggers noisy alarms and flashing, blood red warnings above firmly closed doors.   I have many times stood on the sharp end of these occasions and played my part with loud, woo...

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“Erase Esare'” by Scoop Rittersblock

A young woman pours hot water into her cup of tea, adds milk, then moves whistling towards the living room where others are sitting around talking. She smiles when she sees Jack, a handsome English guy, sitting on a large settee and strolls gracefully towards him.   ‘Hi’ she says warmly, ‘Jack, right?’  Jack looks at her, then down towards his shirt’s left pocket which has ‘Jack’ written on a white, adhesive label. ‘I guess so,’ he replies. 'We met this morning,’ says the woman, ‘after breakfast.’  &nb...

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“The Mirages of Beauty” by Scoop Rittersblock

Submitted to Contest #123

Contains sexual references.The man stood before a large mirror, a piece of paper trembling in his hands as he viewed his naked image with a mixture of scorn and regret. Over the years his once taught, muscular figure had slowly drooped, bulged and slackened until this day of reckoning when even as he flexed his muscles and sucked in his belly with deep, desperate breaths, no semblance of his former glory could be resurrected. He remembered his teens when the effects of hyperactivity and small portions of food kept his weight in check. There ...

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