Rhys Q's blog: stories, insights, and more rubbish.
Dive into Rhys Q's thoughts, musings, and updates through a collection of blog posts. From writing insights to personal reflections, these posts offer a deeper connection to the author and the creative process.
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August 23, 2026: From the short story "Things Unsaid"
She stopped me mid sentence. She wouldn’t normally do that. She told me she noticed the shift in my body language, how distressed I was just minutes before when I entered the interview room to when I started talking about you just now. I guess it was just nice for someone else to actually notice how I feel, not just by my words…
...and if I’m lucky, you enter my dreams in a way that is both beautiful and comforting, but distressing in the longing to stay in that place with you.
The thoughts of you, are just you. Not rumination. Not some imaginary future, a dream life of picture perfect scenarios or destinations. Just life. Just you—and it’s the nicest thing…
...I’ve had such nice dreams of you that waking up was the real nightmare.
I’m glad it was you, who saw me at my worst. You made it okay. But I wish you could see me at my best. You have that influence on me when you’re not around…
...writing to you kept you near. It was the strangest feeling.Comforting, like you were there. It kept the dark thoughts at bay, imagining what you would say…
...you're the only person that makes me want to talk. It feels so easy—I could do it all day, or not—with you, and only you.
...I remember thinking, “I think I’m in trouble here,” before I really knew.
...and the strange thing, it’s not not fantasising. This is not like any other attraction I’ve felt before…
…cliches like ‘chemistry’ do not apply. This was something I’d never experienced. An instant healing to my nervous system. A strange feeling considering your beauty would make any man nervous and dizzy. Take away the chaos that the scripts say, this is everything I needed. My body knew before I did.
I could never allow someone to be second best, and now I've met you I can't unmeet you—You are that special!
...even after all this time, the thought and vision of your smile lights up my world.
…that moment when I finally let myself look up and see your face—Oh my goodness!
...every day I miss you. I miss your presence, your eyes, your smile, your face, the sound of your voice, the things you say, your laugh, your beauty.
...if there is anyone I don’t want to let down it’s you.
...all you need is that smile—and then not even that. It’s just you.
How can I be so intoxicated by you?
Will these words ever reach your eyes? Will they ever steal your heart?
August 16, 2026: "Small Moments"
You place the keys on the bench. Their rattle echoes off the tiles in the kitchen. Your bag slips off your shoulder and you place it down.
With your hands now free and, at least, the physical weight of the day unloaded, I walk into the kitchen and move in behind you, placing my hands firmly on your hips. My fingers pull in the fabric of your fashionably, over-sized, business shirt and I draw closer, connecting to your lithe body in harmony, hoping my calm and warm presence can further remove any heaviness the hours had pressed upon you.
“Hello, beautiful!” I say, leaning in and resting my head beside yours. Your cheeks widen into that perfect smile. I can feel them swell slightly against my own.
I kiss the nape of your neck and continue down your smooth warm skin, nuzzling the collar of your shirt out of the way until I reach where your neck meets the collar bone.
My hands slide around your waist and I hug you tight, burying my face into your comforting heat. The sexy aroma of your skin breaks through the scent of your perfume.
I raise my head and exhale soft, warm breath over your earlobe. You crane your neck back and to the side, wanting more. I oblige and nibble gently on your earlobe at the same time. Ooh, I want to bite! But I don’t want to hurt you. I resist the temptation. I pause, just to hold you for a while longer.
With my palms firmly against the curves of your waist, I guide you around to face me. As always, those brown eyes are such a pleasurable lure… but those lips…
I ease my lips to yours in a soft, tender press. I apply the pressure slowly, savouring every moment of their shape, texture, and reciprocation. I pull away, somewhat reluctantly, smiling at your beauty. I slide a hand from your hip and caress the back of your head and I move to the base of your neck to bury my face in the heat of your collarbone again, kissing your skin.
“How was your day?” I say, as I reluctantly withdraw my face from your collar. I run my hand around to your shoulder.
“Tiring,” you reply with a smile.
“I’ll bet.” I take in the view of the magnificent contours of your cheeks and then lose myself in the beauty of the rest of your face once more.
“Anything I can do for you?” …Anything for you!
You grin, cheekily. “Lots!”
That smile!
It’s the small moments, the simple things - www.rhysq.com
August 15, 2026: "Crux"
I stare at the sky. A moonless night. The black its blackest. The stars their brightest. The milky way weaves its magic across the sky and the Crux, shimmering as bright as ever against midnight catches my eye.
It reminds me of childhood. Of a place I once thought of as home. It reminds me of that night, hovering like the guiding light you were to me. A call from the Angels of which you are its finest, most beautiful.
It felt like home, whenever you felt near, to be close to your spirit…
But now I lay in the shadow of the unmarked headstone and see the Cross, I’ll trouble you no more.
It will be over, and hopefully so is the pain. I prayed it would be home.
It is as it was then. I am as pathetic and forgettable as I ever was. Nothing has changed.
Without home.
August 8, 2026:
I’m sure it comes as no surprise, I couldn’t resist. At first glance, looking at the image, I wasn’t sure, but the smile was a dead giveaway. It had to be! It was you. As beautiful as it was, it hid your natural magnificence I’d come to know and love. You are absolutely and infinitely more beautiful than that—than any—without any of…well, that!
August 3, 2026: "The Sweet Extract of Heaven"
I look deep into your eyes as you look up at me. My left hand holds you close to me, pressed firmly against your lower back. I can feel my heart pounding. The anticipation...
I raise my other hand and gently touch the side of your face feeling its beautiful roundness. You have the softest, nicest features. To caress you, hold you in the palm of my hand—such an honour—such pleasure—such oneness. You fit seamlessly in my palm.
I slide my hand down from your face. My thumb rests in front of your ear while my palm and fingers slip behind it and cradle your neck. The strands of your fine, dark hair, roll softly under my fingers at the base of your hair-line, ever so slightly interrupting the connection with your skin. Amazing! Your ponytail brushes against the back of my hand and sends a shock of electricity though me. The warmth of your neck is such an intimate comfort. My hand slides down under your collar over your silky skin and rests atop your bare shoulder.
For a moment I’m lost, falling forever into those brown eyes. The heat of your breath reaches my face and awakens me from the trance. My chest rises with effort under the tension of the moment. Your hands resting against my back makes me feel as safe and as welcome as I ever have.
I lean in to your beauty. I can’t take my eyes off yours as I approach and guide you closer at the same time. A power surges across the short distance from our lips. I try to control the nervousness trembling in my body. I’ve waited so long for this moment—to be this close—to taste the sweet extract of heaven from your mouth.
A stifled breath escapes your lips before your moisture combines with my own as you welcome me against you.
July 31, 2026: "Alterations"
I stand at the back of the store, out of the way of the women measuring and trimming the fabric on their designs. Why am I here?
A flood of ethereal light shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the front. It warms and blinds me, yet I manage to see you through the golden glow across the street. A deep and desperate longing fills my soul. You cross the road and enter. Someone is with you. His face… featureless. He says goodbye and leaves.
Why are you here? Nothing about you needs alteration. There could only be one reason.
I move closer, feigning calmness. I can feel your thoughts. We both sense the air, searching the room for each other amid the gathering of designers.
The crowd part for us like a curtain on opening night. You look so beautiful, but that’s a given. Your hair is out, just a bit longer than shoulder length, with hints of light-brown highlights through your normally black strands. Your silver, satin evening dress shimmers in the light and hugs your slim, sexy figure perfectly. A small circular opening tastefully exposes the smooth skin between your breasts, but as always, it’s your face—that beautiful face—with those gorgeous eyes and magnificent smile that is the real show-stopper.
We take each other in our arms and hold close, sparing a moment to smile and lose ourselves in each other’s eyes before joining forces in that long anticipated kiss.
A few seconds of our lips pressed firmly together warms my heart and rejuvenates my life.
Just a few more seconds... I’ll always be left wanting more. We pull apart to look into each other’s eyes once more. We smile again. The happiness, relief and safety to be in that moment is mutual.
I can still see it so clearly—I can still feel it so powerfully all these months later.
July 15, 2026: From the short story "From the Very First Moment"
Gave this a go for another competition. Word count was a little more generous. Here are some little pieces.
July 1, 2026: From the short story "You"
Short stories aren't my thing, but gave this a go for a competition. The word limit was tough and some things ended up on the cutting room floor. Here are some excerpts. Some made it, some didn't, some were edited.
July 1, 2026: From the short story "You".
Never before have I wanted to kiss someone so badly. To look deep into your eyes, stretch out my hand and touch your cheek with my fingers then slide my palm to it, then down to the side of your neck, lean in, pull you closer, take your lips in mine… to taste them.
I long for a moment. That moment. You close the door behind us. You’re so close. The scent of your hair fills my head. Your hands tense against my chest, then they soften.
You raise your head, a slight look of embarrassment at first before our eyes meet. I can’t help but stare into them, like a black hole that draws me right in as I pass over your gravitational field. So strong.
Hello beautiful!
Your expression changes, or is it just my imagination, my dream, my fantasy.
Is that moment that only happens in movies?
Your eyes search mine. I can’t fight the force. There’s a quiver in your movements. Or is that me? Your pupils dart left and right, examining my face. Are you coming closer?
Your hands press more firmly on my chest. I hold you a little closer, a little tighter, your breath on my face before your lips meet mine. Gentle at first, Uncertain? Waiting for reciprocation? My lips meet yours. Our lips touch again. More firmly now, again and again. My heart races. The charge surges through my body. I’ve never felt this exhilaration.
I continue to hold you close. Your body fits perfectly right up against mine. Your warmth, so comforting. Your arms wrap around me. We continue in what feels like slow motion. I don’t want this moment to end.
May 30, 2026: The Adventures of Krisjan
“Beautiful, isn’t it? Just so powerful. Makes you feel small and insignificant.” Dee stared into the distance.
“Um hm! Sure.”
“You don’t think so, Krisjan?”
“I appreciate it immensely. But when you’ve seen what I’ve seen—I’ve seen real beauty---nothing else comes close. And it doesn’t make you feel small and insignificant. In fact the opposite. It makes you feel strong, fills you with hope and peace. Like you can accomplish anything, and you’d go above and beyond for it. And now, I won’t use that word for anything else.”
“She sounds incredible.”
“She is. Far more than you could possibly imagine.”
May 29, 2025: Took too long to die - My Bond rant.
If someone had told me back in November of 2021, after “James Bond - No Time to Die” was released, that Bond dies at the end of the movie, I would have laughed it off as a joke. I have since discovered that Daniel Craig’s last outing as Bond, is most definitely a joke—but not funny in the slightest.
Anyone involved with this film that had the power to stop this debacle should never be allowed to work in film again, even if your last name is Broccoli.
Surely Albert would be turning in his grave at the finished product of Daniel Craig’s 5 film storyline.
After delaying the release of this film for God-knows-how-long and touting it as the movie to “save the film industry” after the setbacks of the Covid pandemic, it would have been better if they’d lost the film.
I now wish, if reports are correct, Craig had quit the role years ago when he had wanted to.
“SPECTRE” was already lacklustre with a lukewarm portrayal of Blofeld (more as a result of the writing, I suspect, than the actor) and to follow it up and conclude with this piece of crap is shameful to the Bond universe.
I could have overlooked just about all of the major flaws in this film if not for the finale. In a few minutes of film, the production team destroyed nearly 60 years of James Bond magic.
But let’s go back to the beginning. The prologue scene was the longest ever, way too long. When the action came it was just okay.
As good as Vesper Lynn was, we all know that no one had the class, style and strength of Diana Rigg’s Teresa Draco.
First warning should have been the theme song and opening graphic. The most boring in history of Bond (Although worst song goes to Madonna’s “Die Another Day”.), but I knew there was something really wrong when they killed off Felix. That was the moment, as a Bond fan that my brain went, “What the f—”!
It was one thing to nearly kill him in License to Kill and the bring him back in Casino Royale a different nationality, which you can pass off as going back to the beginning to justify this round of Bond, but to kill him off makes no sense because Bond and Felix's partnership goes on beyond Casino Royale.
At that moment, the whole James Bond timeline collapsed. For decades one could pass off the all Bonds as the same character without too much worry as the supporting cast (M, Q remained the consistent and crossed the different Bond films from Sean Connery, George Lazemby, Roger Moore, Timothy Dalton and Pierce Brosnan. We know he’s the same Bond, he’s referred to as Commander due to his navy history throughout all films, and the references to his only marriage.
Killing off Blofeld, who was a very weak villain in comparison to his previous appearances (Javier Bardem was a more sinister villain than any in the Daniel Craig franchise.), needed a much more dramatic death, but again, screws up the James Bond timeline.
If this franchise was a “reboot”, it was unnecessary and the supporting cast should have been replaced to reflect this to avoid these exact issues. Why do just 5 films and reboot again? That’s not Bond, and Bond has never needed reinventing.
The kidnapping of Madeleine and Mathilde was unnecessary and only serves to get Bond to go after Safin (Rami Malek). He didn’t need them and only brings Bond closer to his lair, and the moment security went down from the EMP, guards would have swarmed the place.
The film is also the longest in Bond history and by the time Safin’s plan is revealed, it is so quick you don’t even realise what it is, why, or even care. Safin’s reasoning isn’t even completely clear, but he is the most underdeveloped bad guy in Bond history, and given some of them, that’s saying something.
Safin let Mathilde go. She was his insurance policy and he just lets her go?!
They gave Bond a child! Are you insane?! While it’s more surprising he doesn’t have more children given his strike rate over the years, part of the character, behaviour and humour of Bond is that he doesn’t. Not only did it not add anything, it’s just not Bond and it really just felt they were trying too hard to be different. Dear or dear, Barbara and co. You should hang your heads in shame.
In the final confrontation, where was Safin going? Why did he suddenly come back to confront Bond? Just to shut the blast doors? In what was the shortest and weakest final fight in Bond films, Safin, for all the hype, was a poor Bond villain not worthy of the finale in a franchise.
And poisoning Bond with something incurable he lets himself get blown up? Not much more to say here. Worst writing ever! There are plenty of other films that do the whole self sacrifice thing. It’s not Bond. He’s resourceful and finds a way, sometimes, the good guy just needs to win. You can’t kill Bond.
The whole tying up of the end was so quick and lacked any emotion to top it off.
To make things even more ridiculous, at the end of the credit, “James Bond Will Return”. Oh really? How are they going to manage that? He’s dead! And surely you’ve just alienated your loyal fanbase, so much so that no one bothered to talk about this after the film was released. I think everyone must have been in shock.
Are they planning to have some kind of Avengers style alternate timeline? The only option is that he got clear of the blast, or was badly burnt and had facial reconstruction to bring in the next actor.
They are going to have to do something pretty special to fix this and bring faith back to the franchise and make it watchable again. As it stands, there is no reason to ever watch “No Time To Die” again. This from someone who has the whole collection and rewatches them regularly. They’ve made it difficult for me to consider watching or having any interest in future installments.
I’m now deciding whether to keep this DVD in the collection and if I will ever watch anything beyond Pierce Brosnan's last.
My final rant on this. During an interview on the Graham Norton show to promote the film, Daniel Craig talked about the difficulty they had writing one of the scenes with him and Rami Malek and how it took hours and they celebrated and hugged and kissed once they nailed it. They appear in only two scenes together in the entire film and they can’t have been talking about the final fight, which leaves the other scene. Bond is captured, lowers his gun, submits and bows to Safin (Malek). Safin looks at Bond’s child and says “That’s power.” That’s it! That’s the scene that took you so long to think up! I don’t know what that production team was on, but seriously “delusional”.
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