Over the years I've written out a few half baked ideas for things that have never gone anywhere. I put a few of them into the zine smog that I've flogged a few copies of / given away / swapped for other zines.
Here's one from there.
I have a lot of fragments of specific scenes, like this, rather than entire stories that have been worked out, or ideas that could be said to be complete stories.
Here's one from there.
A writer of some sort, a poet or someone, a critic or a commentator, someone like that, is being interviewed by a TV crew in their house,
their house being rather barren, like a shed, maybe out in the country, but cosy, and all sorts of big stuff gets said in the interview, like take-
downs of people, or clarifications, and then you as a viewer, or as an audience, a reader or whatever, you see the bits that are not included, or you see the bits they talk about afterwards or in between, like you see how constructed the construction is, and then the smog comes down, and the thing twists, something violent happens.
I have a lot of fragments of specific scenes, like this, rather than entire stories that have been worked out, or ideas that could be said to be complete stories.