Category Archives: Creative Writing

A Farewell to The Giant

My dad is dead.

He died ten days ago. Funny thing was, we didn’t even know that he was seriously sick at the time. He went for some blood test results on the Thursday and they were concerned that his liver was enlarged and so they sent him to the local hospital. The doctor’s decided to admit him for a few days to complete follow-up tests.

At 3.15 on Sunday afternoon, we were told that he had cancer that had spread to his liver and kidneys and at 07.40 on Monday morning, he was pronounced dead.
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The Best of MightWar: 2014 Edition

Welcome to the annual “Best of MightWar” post.

We are going into the archives to rediscover the posts that resonated with us this past year.

It’s a chance for you to catch up on something you might have missed.

Or if you’re new to the site, it provides a little taste of what you might bump into whilst wandering around here.
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… The First Step

September 18th, 2005

Mum & Dad
Dear Mum & Daddi,
 
As I age, I gain a clearer perception of you as people; a better understanding of the seriousness with which you undertook your role as parents; and a greater appreciation for the efforts you put into raising your children.
 
And now, as I sit writing this on the other side of the world from all I know, I am filled with wonder at the courage and the care you showed in your parenting: for I am here because of you.
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Pot Pourri (Brisbane)

April 4, 2005
 

You know how there are some smells that you would recognise from 20 paces?

 
Ones so distinctive that you wouldn’t be able to say how old you were when you first identified it, but which are recorded in the memory card of your nasal passages?

Well marijuana is one of those smells for me.
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afterwords: Sex and the Wheelchair

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Dear Lovely Peeps,

A couple of weeks ago, the Sex and the Wheelchair post discussed some of the thoughts that have arisen from getting horny again after years of chronic illness.

I knew it was a post that would seriously embarrass my wife – seeing as she has more decorum than I do.

And I knew that sex is not a subject that everyone is comfortable discussing.

However, I went ahead and published the post because the matter has been in my thoughts; and I have been very surprised by the response that it has received.
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Freshly Pressed Wheelchair

 
 
Sex and the Wheelchair - mightwar L ast week, the Sex and the Wheelchair post discussed some of my thoughts on maintaining sexual relationships in times of disability and/or chronic illness.
 
 
This week, I have been struggling with my health, so I haven’t been able to moderate the site.
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Sex and the Wheelchair

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I want to fuck my wife.

Yep, I said it. I want to fuck my wife.

In fact, I’d prefer to be doing that rather than writing this post. But unfortunately, no can do.

And that’s the problem right there.
 
 
I realise that many of you are now hurriedly backing away from your screens at this point, but I really need to talk about this.
 

*****

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Endure. Breathe. (Repeat)

I woke up sobbing.
With a loud cry forced out between twisted lips; and tears pushing themselves past closed lids, I came fully awake.

4.00am. Thursday, March 31st, 2011.

The day I was finally broken.

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