I’m quite pleased to have just decided on that title, because I have actually used the Wayback Machine website to find this fiction post I wrote on a now long-ago deleted blog. Whether or not it was worth me bothering doing that to find it, you can judge now.

The reason I had to do that is because I am a serial deleter of blogs, and I draft and write my posts in the WordPress editor. So, when I delete a blog, the posts I’ve written go with it. But the web remembers some of it, even if it wasn’t memorable to start off with.

the beginning of fiction


“Oh hello. Umm… Who are you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Oh, that’s a coincidence. Nor do I.”

“Tell the truth, I don’t think I even existed until I said hello to you.”

“Oh, that’s another coincidence. I didn’t exist until you said hello to me either.”

“But I have just had the thought that we are a couple of characters.”


“Yes. Characters. And protagonists.”

“I don’t like the sound of protagonist. Isn’t being a protagonists painful?”

“No, I think that’s agony. Apparently, the protagonists are the main characters driving a story.”

“Can we drive?”

“Not currently, no. But I’m sure if it becomes necessary in the story, we will probably be able to.”

“OK. So, where are we?”

“Well, at the moment we don’t appear to be anywhere, nor do we appear to have any form or explainable physical being.”

“So it’s almost like we exist as some sort of potentiality, waiting to be moulded into a form, to be given names and purpose, personality and motivations, not to mention some physical characteristics, in a world yet to be defined?”


“That’ll be interesting .”

“Maybe. Possibly it might be quite uneventful and boring. But at least we exist now.”

“Do we?”

“Ah. That’s actually quite an interesting question. Certainly the lack of a definable physical presence in ourselves or our environment may tend to suggest that we do not. However, the fact that we are talking to each other suggests some form of intelligent consciousness is at play here.”


“OK, granted, we don’t actually know that yet.”

“Odd though, us suddenly appearing, isn’t it?”

“I think it is, yes.”

“Do you think we were made perhaps?”

“This is also an interesting question.”

“Or did we just pop out of nothing, where there was nothing before? Like… oh.”


“Well, I was just going to attempt a simile, but I just realised that there isn’t anything for anything else to be like.”

“Yes. There seem to be some paradoxes. I am yet to be convinced that we actually are anything ourselves but there is something… well, extrinsic about the whole thing so far.”

“Oh yes. Definitely extrinsic. Or adscititious.”


“I don’t know. It just came to me thesauristically.”

“OK. Well, I don’t know the answers yet. But I might have a go making something fit in to explain everything we have so far encountered, within the confines of our limited knowledge and experience.”

“OK, I’m ready.”

“Well. We didn’t exist, and now we do, right?”

“Yes. As far as we know.”

“So, something made us.”

“So we didn’t just pop into existence out of nothing?”

“Although the actual evidence we have tells us that, it doesn’t fit my hypothesis, so no. Besides, how would that even happen? Why?”

“OK, well maybe it sounds plausible, given that we have no other information apart from the information which we do know for certain to go on. Please expand. And, by that, I mean your point, not turn into some massive gaseous cloud.”

“So, my hypothesis is that there is a formless being, just like ourselves but more… um… more us than us, sort of bigger and cleverer, and it has made us, for reasons only it knows.”

“What does it want?”

“I don’t know. But I am sure there is a purpose. I mean, what would be the point otherwise?”

“But there’s no real evidence for your hypothesis.”

“Ah, yes. But you can’t show me any evidence that it’s wrong, can you?”

“Strong argument. Well, I suppose it’s good that we have some sort of belief system in place when we’ve only been here for 500 words.”

“I suspect we may find out the motivation as our story develops.”

“We’re the story?”

“All the evidence suggests, that with everything we know so far, we are central to the story. And if I know stories, which I didn’t until just now, there will be some form of sudden plot development or open-ended question at the end, suggesting that there could be some more to come yet.”

“Hey! I am suddenly attaining a loose physical form, coalescing the building blocks of matter by means of an invisible force drawing it all together. And I can see you are too. What is going on?”

“Go with it. I’m sure there’s a big plan.”

12 thoughts on “wayback wednesday; the beginning of fiction

  1. ‘Thesauristically’ is my favorite word of your invention. I’m glad you have a working wayback machine, mine’s rusting away…

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  2. I told you long ago that I think you’re totally nuts deleting your posts (let alone entire websites). Glad to hear that you’re using the Wayback Machine to resurrect your previous work (although the term ‘pyrrhic victory’ springs to mind, as does the phrase ‘you’re a complete and utter lunatic’).

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    1. Personally, I’m quite thankful that it’s only my blogs I have deleted when I’m in my low times.

      I have some WP xml export files hanging around somewhere, but I don’t think the format can be read by programs like Word etc.. if you know different, do let me know.

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      1. MS-Word allows me to save files in three different types of ‘XML‘ format, so I assume that it should also be able to open them, too. Although MS being MS, it’s probably perverted the concept to its own nefarious proprietary ends, so, maybe not.

        The text should be legible if you open it in any bog-standard editor, though it would be embedded within a bunch of markup codes. If you like, you could perhaps send me one of your files and I’d have a play to see what sense I could make of it.

        Or you could try having a chat with a WordPress Happiness Engineer.

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        1. Yep, I can open them in notepad or whatever, it’s just a pain that with the advent of Gutenburg, each paragraph is accompanied by reams of HTML that can’t easily be stripped out to leave the text you want. I may just create a private site and import it it, from there I should be able to ‘print’ preview pages to OneNote… but it’s a long old workaround that won’t be worth it it many cases!

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          1. I feel your pain. There’s a solution; but, sadly it involves a time machine so you can go and persuade your earlier iteration not to delete your blogs 😛

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          2. Ah, well I have imported the two last WordPress xml files I have found, both for ‘O4FS’ and ‘The Bryntin Project’ before that, into a new private blog, so that they are readable and copy pastable to me… and I have spent a large part of this morning reading some of the posts.
            God, I was a mad bastard…

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