Hemlock

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Hello 🙂

 

Ah, Monkey Mind! I’ve been expecting you… *strokes her pen*

I work on something that takes effort and is a little out of my comfort zone, wander about the house thinking of other things (there are many things to think around when your house is as messy as mine) then a poem comes knocking at my brain. 

**Out of pillows to hold (and not, unfortunately, being in bed) I don’t sit up and scream out the words I’ve read, but write them down. 

It is not a love poem, either:

 

Hiding in holistic hideousness

Hectares from happy;

Huffing into handy habits

Health-haltingly hard:hemlock in winter

 

Here.

 

Here lies a human Hemlock

Harbouring hatred,

But hoping for hugs.

 

 

 

**Random Partridge Family song reference.

 

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Revolving – Part 5

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Hello 🙂

 

The drama continues…

 

Fargle turned it all into smut the next day:

“Hey!  Henderson!  Saw you snogging your mum last night, up the back of the cinema!”  his band of henchmen sniggered, and a few girls’ heads turned in our direction, too.

I kept walking.

“I’m talking to you, Russell!  It’s not very polite to ignore me, you Mother F****** bastard!” There was a general intake of breath from onlookers.

“Oh, I’m sorry, old chap.  You were being so gentlemanly I hadn’t realised it was you talking, Garble”

“It’s FARGLE” he said, drawing himself up to his full height.

“Is it?” I said, smiling.  “Y’know, Freud would have been very interested in your Oedipal fixations, Garble.  You do know that you can spend time with your Mother in your teens without it being in any way sexual, yeah?”

“Yeah, I do.  I’m not the one snogging my mum in the back row!” he laughed.

“And neither am I, Garble.  We were eating popcorn like everyone else.  And we were in the row in front of you, as well you know as you spent the whole movie trying to hit us with yours.” [popcorn]frog at cinema

“To break you up! God, I don’t want to see you all over your own Mother, it’s sick!  Get yourself a proper girlfriend!”

“What…like you have with young Marshall here?!” I said, pointing to Fargle’s right hand man.  “He was YOUR date last night, wasn’t he?”

“Shut up, Henderson!” said Marshall.

“Ooo, touchy!  Think I hit a nerve there” I smirked.

“I’ll hit more than that, you sicko!  I’ll – ”

Mr Fargle!” came the voice of the headmaster behind us “kindly desist from raising your hands to others, and be on your way…”

(283 words)

 

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Revolving – Part 4

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Hey there 🙂

 The tenses are still all over the place here, but it’s another 20 min instalment…

Mum was not too enamoured with the decibel levels emanating from my room, but I think she realised Dad was to blame.  The whole place stank of bleach, and that was always her chemical of choice when it came to him.  I think he made her want to obliterate things; eradicate his germs from everything.  Unfortunately, mum and I were both permanently infected.  His influence was literally in the walls around here.mother hugging her son

Eventually mum thumped at my door until I opened it, and just pulled me into a hug.  I love that: the no-talk-needed communication she does.  I never feel unlovable with my chin resting on her shoulder. 

I take in the close-up grey hairs and the shampoo wafts mingling with her perfume.  So many memories swirl around, and I close my eyes to try and shake them.  Instead I felt the tears begin to rise.  I wished I could curl up beside my mother the way I had in primary school, watch endless movies, and just continue feeling safe.

I tighten my grip around her back and sigh.  She pats my shoulder and begins telling me how proud of me she is, and how no-one should ever be allowed to make me feel bad about myself, not even my father.

I wish I could play her voice back as readily as I can the critics in my head.

I suggest pizza and a movie, and she smiles and agrees.

 

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Revolving – Part 3

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Hi 🙂

 

So, here is the third instalment…

 

Mr McKenna shifted in his seat and there was a faint buzzing from somewhere near the window.  My tea had gone cold.

“It’s the subject matter: it’s…delicate” said Mr McKenna, at last.

“Oh?”

“Yes.” Mr McKenna slid the piece of paper over to my Dad, who took it without his eyes leaving the Headmaster’s face.

“Pornographic, is it?” asked my Dad.

“Just read it!” I sighed.  “Tell us how many mixed metaphors you’ve found, denounce it as ‘school boy emotional crap’ and let’s move on, eh?!  I’m missing Chemistry.  You know, where I’ll learn to blow up the school properly?”

It was Mr McKenna’s turn to wince.

Dad gave me one of his icy stares.

“Yes: I’m such a disappointment.”  I rolled my eyes. “Mr McKenna, there is no need to bring my Father in again.  As you can see: he’ll be no help in making me less prone to violent thoughts, vengeful tendencies or antisocial rhetoric.  He’s troubled too, probably needs counselling – definitely needs an attitude adjustment…”

“Russell!  That’s quite enough!”  said my Dad, in a tight voice.

“I agree, Russell; that’s not very helpful at this juncture…” [came my Headmaster’s reply]

The glassware in the cabinet was positively vibrating it seemed.  I turned and left, balance still tipped to me.

(208 words)

 

Hmmm, not the easiest of school meetings!  Which character are you feeling the most sympathy for, three parts in?!

 

 

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Revolving – Parts 1 & 2

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Hello!

I’m back with two parts of the new story written, so that we are where we should be at this time on a Tuesday – despite me being lazy and not putting up a post on my birthday 😉

Katie gave me the title of Revolving and the theme of ‘bullying at school’ as my prompts for this week. 

 

So Part 1 goes like this…

 

My pen: loaded.

Ink-spattered bodies

Groaning.

Poisoned by my prose;

Posed

By my artful hand.

 

Trying to escape my truth,

Gasping

As it closes in.

 

A blind corridor

No mercy.

Feel my agony

As it ricochets around.

 

I’m in the Headmaster’s office.  He’s making me a ‘nice cup of tea’ and speaking ridiculously gently.  I’m missing Chemistry for this, so I’m going to try and spin it out as long as I can. 

There’s been a power shift, it’s almost audible in the air around me.  My aura is crackling…or something.  I feel like I could shatter lightbulbs in here!  I’m making him nervous.

I’m beyond proud of myself.  And also scared…

(113 words)

 

And here is my second 20-minute scribble:

 

Boy wth glasses, twirling a penI find, when adults are edgy like this, it is best to just keep quiet and not tip the balance too soon.  I wasn’t expecting the sugar hit from the tea to be quite as intense, but then who doesn’t need a pick-me-up in the afternoon?  I checked out the school trophy cabinet when my specs cleared from the steam.

There’s a knock at the door.

“Ah.” said Mr. McKenna, rising from his seat behind the large desk.  To my surprise, my father was standing in the corridor.  “Glad you could make it at such short notice, Mr…?”

“Graves.”  said Dad.  (I use my Mother’s surname).

“Graves!” said Mr. McKenna, with mock-jovality “Of course! Come in, come in!”

Dad sat in the chair beside me:  “So…what’s this all about…Mr. McKenna, is it…?”

“Yes.  Well, I just thought you’d like to read a poem Russell left on his desk the other day…in English,” said Mr. McKenna.

So that’s where it went.

“A poem…?” said my Dad, looking confused.  “I left work early for a poetry reading…?”

I winced inwardly for Mr McKenna.

“Well, the management team and I thought it was important, given the current climate…” said Mr. McKenna

“The climate” repeated my Dad.

“Yes.”

Dad frowned.  “What climate would that be, exactly?”

“Maybe you should read it” said Mr. McKenna

“Maybe you should answer my question”  said my Dad.

(229 words)

 

Again those pesky tenses have been plaguing me!  However, I am interested in these characters and where they could lead me, so that’s a big plus 😉

I’ll see you tomorrow for more!

 

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Scary Visions – Final Edit

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Or, to name this post more accurately, ‘the edit as it will stand until I get the courage to scrap most of what I’ve written and do the show, not tell version…!!’

I have a bit of a story arc, a start and a conclusion, a nod towards what the prompt was.  I have different characters and a background to most of them properly worked out. But…

Anyway, I’ll let you read it and see what you think.  I know what needs changed and why I don’t like it, and that’s the main thing.  There are still over 2,500 words that have been put down within a week on the same topic.  This is awesome practice and a learning experience…and that is why I’m here. 😉

Thanks very much for the prompt, Sandy!!

The link below should take you to the PDF.  See you tomorrow for the beginning of a new story!

Scary Visions in full

 

 

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Scary Visions – Part 5

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Hello!

Again, today’s piece seems a little disjointed, but I am still skirting around the same subject and main character…

Tomorrow (Saturday) I am off out with Hubby for the day as part of my imminent birthday, leaving the kids at my parents’.  I am hoping to thrash out the plot properly when we sit and write a little in a coffee shop as we like to do sometimes!  I probably won’t get much time to write after I come back and get the kids settled etc tomorrow, but I will try my hardest to get a full an edited story up on the blog by the end of Sunday 😉

This challenge is not running as smoothly as I thought it would, but it is really making me think while examining my creative process, which is very useful as well as fascinating! 

Her fingernails were ridiculously tiny, and scrabbled so urgently on Marilyn’s skin in the night, that it made anxiety spike.  Would the baby be this frantic if Marilyn was fulfilling all her needs?

Would she not be content to lie away from her mother, in that contraption ‘the expectant couple’ built together (through a hail of crossed words, stopping once for Marilyn’s tears, and many times for declarations that the manufacturers were sadistic jokers)?  It attached to the bed now.  It had been set to the right height.  Marilyn could still reach her arm over and offer a finger to hold or arm to caress…but the baby was not impressed.Cot picture

The baby needed all of her mother.   Not just the breast and the milk and the promise of clean clothes and nappies – the baby needed to be enveloped in her mother’s scent, peek under clothes; small digits in every fold of skin around an armpit.  Tapping in a random sequence.

Those waving little arms when she did sleep were hoping to make contact with a warm patch of skin that was not her own, but still an extension of her.  An anchor to the familiar, an assurance that all was well.

Those deep blue eyes saw things differently, could give Marilyn clarity if only she would take the time to look.  In that young soul lay reality in all its permutations…but that was frightening, and Marilyn did not have the strength to face it all alone.

(246 words)

 

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