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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Shallow Graves – Part 3

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Hi!!

 

Part 1 is here

Part 2 is here

And on to the third instalment…

 

Fiona wasn’t as good-looking as her sister, but she was definitely the clever one.  It wasn’t just the glasses and the less confident manner.  I just got the impression she was taking everything in.  Sizing my life up.  I tried not to act nervous.

“So…you’ve been in Hailey’s house, then?  Did they leave a mess in there?  Hailey always liked everything so clean.”

“Yes, she did.  Never understood why.  We weren’t brought up like that” Fiona tried for a smile, but she still couldn’t look at me for long.  “Did you know her well?”

“I met her when she moved in about 5 years ago.  Her removal men were being rough with her ‘sound system’.  I went over to see if I could help.”

“That’s not how she told it” Fiona suddenly looked at me, and I didn’t like what that look said…

“Pardon?!”books on a table

“You were harassing her, weren’t you?”

“No!”

“Yes you were, she told me! Gifts and offers of nights out and…”

“Fiona! Calm down!”

“You killed her!”

“WHAT?!”

“You KILLED her!  And I have proof, you bastard.  I found your tie in her room!”

“Eh?!”

“Yes, your tie.  You STRANGLED her, didn’t you?” She suddenly grabbed a coffee table book on art, and waved it above her head like a mad woman.

“No I did NOT!  Fiona, you need to sit down! Jesus woman!  You’re going to bloody…PUT THE BOOK DOWN!!!”

(234 words)

 

‘Til tomorrow, dear friends…

 

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Lost And Found In Unexpected Places

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Hi 🙂

Jane emailed me earlier in the week, but I didn’t read it until this evening as I suspected it contained a prompt!

Sure enough:

 

Title: Lost And Found In Unexpected Places

First line:  “I’m afraid I’ve mislaid the baby” said Roger.

Form: Story

 

I love a bit of dialogue, me…

 

“I’m afraid I’ve mislaid the baby” said Roger.

“Again?!”

“Yes.  Can you help me look…?”

I threw my magazine down dramatically, startling the cat.  “Okaaaaay…”

newborn picture

My first port of call was the swing seat in next door’s garden.  (Roger has this arrangement where he’s allowed to roam their grounds while they’re at work).  Not there.

I could hear Roger systematically ransacking the downstairs cupboards upon my return to the house, so I headed upstairs and turned our bedroom upside down instead.  I found the kite Roger had been reminiscing about last week (under the bed) and a pot of jam that had ‘wandered’ from the refrigerator; inexplicably teetering on the edge of the small bath in our en suite.

“Any luck?” Roger panted from the top of the stairs, as I made a futile attempt to locate the lid of the blackcurrant.

“No!” I said “Roger, you are an absolute pillock, really.  I thought you promised you’d take better care…”

“I did!  I put the neon yellow on her, like you suggested, so she’d be easier to spot!”

“You aren’t supposed to lose her though, Roger.  That’s my point.” I sighed.

“I know, but I just get caught up.  I have so many thoughts and deadlines and…”

“I know, I know,” I patted his arm because he was pinching the bridge of his nose again.  “How about we go and have a cup of tea, and maybe you’ll remember where you put her.”

“Yes, ok.” Roger smiled at me “I’ve written over 2000 words today, you know!”

“Wow! That’s impressive, I can’t wait to hear where you’ve taken her!”

 

We were half way through a game of chess when he suddenly remembered.

“She’s in the car, Margaret!  I left her on the passenger seat!”

He ran out, keys in hand, eager to have his manuscript in his hands possession once more.

 

I really enjoyed writing this one 😉 thanks for the inspiration, Jane!!

I have been thinking about a new challenge to set myself on the Facebook page.  I want to eventually get back into writing my novel, so I hope to keep building my muscles for penning longer pieces (302 words today!).  I shall try to have a new Facebook Collaboration post up tonight…

 

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The Broken

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Hello!

 

The lovely Sandy was back in control today, with these inspirations –

 

Title: The broken

Prompt: Her mind was shattered

Form: Story

 

Here is what I wrote:

A row of dead winged bodies lined the back of the sink.  There was even one still buzzing weakly in some cold coffee dregs.

Waiter, what’s this fly doing in my soup?!

It looks like the backstroke, sir…mental health word grid

The bottle lay on the counter top, glowing.  Later, the nurse would ask why the goop inside smelled so vile and had to be quite as bright an orange.  Right now, the headache was all she knew, and all that mattered –

“What’s the matter, hen?”

A non-committal reply as she broke the seal.

“You no’ feelin’ right?  You look a bit peaky, right enough.  There’s a bug goin’ about.  My niece had it, sick for three days straight, ended up in hospital on a drip…”

The little measuring cup had a line that she needed to fill it to.  She did so.

Her colleague left.

She downed the liquid.  It tasted of synthetic oranges.  The mirror at the coatrack confirmed she was pale.

She could hear her boss in the next room, ranting about something as usual.  He had ignored her all day: an ominous spectre at the shoe exchange, a dark presence on the bowling lanes.  Watching.

She filled the cup three more times.

Back to the washed-out face by the coats.  Maybe she could just leave…?

“You’ve left a bit of your medicine, hen”

“Oh. Thanks.” She downed the last vile drop, and grimaced.

“No’ nice, eh?”

“Nah.”

Within twenty minutes she was laughing at her huge pupils in another mirror, her worried family on their way.  The nurse screamed at her for a further twenty minutes when she got to the hospital.

They all marvelled at how well she could talk with a tube down her throat.

 

There is no direct reference to ‘her’ mind being shattered, but I feel our main character here is suffering some mental distress…! 

Another good word tally (289) which I am happy about 🙂 thanks again for all your prompts Sandy, sorry the ‘old’ joints got in my way and stopped me working on this sooner! 

I’m really hoping this is the beginning of the end of my discomfort as I cleaned most of the kitchen, put away two baskets of dry washing and even did a bit of vacuuming today. The house ‘sorely’ needed it, believe me!! I am suffering a bit for this push (!) but at least the laptop on my legs is not sparking the rashes it was on Monday…

I will try and write more new material tomorrow 🙂

 

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Misheard

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Hi 🙂

I learned today there are definitely pieces that I can’t write in 20 minutes!!  Michelle’s idea was lovely (I actually teared up when I read it) but the complexities totally foxed me. 

This was Michelle’s task:

Title: Misheard

Character: Adolescent boy with non-verbal autism

Form: Story

I went to YouTube first, as I had been procrastinating on there watching things about J. K. Rowling anyway (as one does).  I tapped around this channel, then this one – for about ten minutes all in. It was then only about half an hour until I would have to go and pick up Youngest, so I just screwed up my courage and started writing.

The piece is meant to mostly happen in the character’s head, of course:

 

Mum, put the phone AWAY!

It needs to go away, loud words hurt my ears.  I am going to take it away.  I hate it!  It sounds like the bad man.  The bad man makes Mum cry.boy holding phone

I want the news on.  I want the man with the clouds and sunshine, and the lady with the glasses on.  The lady is kind.  Smiles look good on her.

Mum has a wet face.  My finger is wet.  Mum can’t dry it.

“because I am too sad”

I am sad.  My face is not wet.  Mum is angry.  I want a smile. 

I can see the sun, it makes me happy.  I want Mum to look at the sun.  The sun is on her hair.  She needs to LOOK.  The sun will make her happy.  I WANT her to LOOK!!  Mum will not SEE.

 

The bad man is in the toilet.  I can see his face talking.

 

Yes, it took me the full 20 minutes to write these 155 words.  I was really struggling to figure out how to not make him sound like a toddler, but also use simpler phrases.  Plus, I was confused about pronouns.  Would he use them, if he could verbalise…does that mean he’d use them in his head??

Hubby didn’t really get what I was going for at the end of the piece when I read him it, and I ran out of time so wasn’t allowed to  tweak!  If I had had a few minutes extra, I would have scribbled the below:

 

The phone is wet.

The bad man has gone away now.

 

Does that help make the ending any clearer for you guys?!

I think I’ll chalk this one up to a wee learning experience, I don’t think I did particularly well here 😛

Well played Michelle, well played…!

 

Worse: I have no inspiration in the comments of the sticky post for tomorrow!  Help me out, dear reader who has not played my latest lil game yet, please!

 

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The Battle Of The Realms

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How do?

Sandy decided to start off this new challenge of mine with a genre twist.  I do not usually dabble in epic tales of scarred heroes and worlds that are different to our own, but I have been known to read a few such tomes 😉

Sandy asked me to call this piece The Battle Of The Realms, gave me a character brief of: “The warrior didn’t have the strength to lift his sword” and plumped for a story instead of a poem.

I jumped straight onto my dragon, set 20 minutes on my phone’s timer, and wrote the below:

 

I could see him tiring, each thrust of his sword with less determination than the last.  I wished I could help him, but I was too mired in Pineators and deadly blades of my own.

The sky was lightening, showing me the true ugliness of our foes and the thirst for vengeance in their eyes.  I knew we would have heavy losses, but I had always hoped we would keep our king.  His daughter was valiantly commanding her army to his left, and would probably not be aware of his passing until the soulgem on her belt flashed out in mourning.

It felt cruel to watch a great warrior fall at what promised to be a beautiful sunrise.

Just as it appeared that Janyar could no longer muster the strength to lift his blade, there was a long, low howl from the Vagar beasts.  I looked up and around us, as did my adversaries, and witnessed a truly terrifying sight.  Pineators and our friends alike started dropping their weapons and making for the trees.   Great black wings seemed to obscure the reds and oranges of daybreak, and pitch us back into the gloom.

Janyar alone stood firm and noble (for I myself was also on my way to shelter).  I felt sickened that he had chosen to be felled by the Revoltees – at least Pineators had a loose code of honour.

Janyar waited until the leading Revoltee was in range, and then inexplicably jumped on its mighty back without trying to injure it.  The huge winged creature swept up into the sky, and was soon too far out to see from my lofty perch.

Whatever could be Janyar’s plan…?

 

Pic of 'Rainbow Warriors'

Eldest’s warrior is on the left (I think he’s a Pineator?), Youngest’s on the right. Both have rainbows, and Youngest says that his has a funny hat on. With arms.

In my head: the speaker is fighting ‘Pine-a-tors’, the beasts that howl are pronounced ‘Vay-gar’ and the huge winged beasts have the last two bits of their name said separately, the very last with emphasis, so they don’t sound like some yucky sweet (‘revolty’) but more like an actual breed ‘Rev-ol-tee’.  Of course, my head is a rather weird place.

I really enjoyed writing the above, and Eldest was a bit annoyed over dinner that I didn’t actually know what Janyar’s plan was, and that I wasn’t going to sit down and write the rest.  He and Youngest decided that they would provide me with artwork to go with my writing, as they were pretty sure I wouldn’t find a suitable fit on Pixabay.  I love what they came up with!!

Thanks for all the inspiration, Sandy!!

Tomorrow is Katie’s turn to guide my writing, but I have nothing as yet for the rest of the week. Feel free to come and change that, by adding your ideas to this post.  I am really excited to see which direction you send me in!!

 

 

 

 

 

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One Moron: To Go

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Hiya 🙂

Fittingly, on the last day of my ‘phrase’ challenge, Jane’s line produced the largest amount of words I’ve managed in 20 mins yet! (377, to be exact).  If I maintained that rate a lot, I’d be producing around 1% of a book an hour…not bad, eh?!

Jane’s line became the opener for my piece today:

 

“Life,” he concluded “was an oxymoron.”  His head then went down on the wooden table in front of me, with a theatrical bump.  I imagined cartoon Zs floating above him, before beginning to seriously worry about him vomiting on me.

I caught the Bartender’s attention and whispered my predicament in his ear (after removing my coat and bag from my chair, just in case).  I decided this first real date was over, and therefore I was within my rights to leave – especially now that two strapping gents were hauling Lachlin to his feet.  I didn’t want to see him in any light other than the fanciful rose-tinted one from across the seminar table (or the pub one, about an hour earlier).  I was kicking myself for bringing up his divorce; and for letting him move onto shots a few minutes later…shot glasses and Jack Daniels

I wondered what he’d say to me the next day.  Whether it would be a phonecall or a sheepish text.  Had I just blown all chances of seeing him again?  Was I actually getting a message from the universe here? 

At least I could tell him that his last words before passing out were beautifully paradoxical.  That might save the situation.  Could an oxymoron ever be seen as having a past tense?  Especially life. Had he now become immortal because he had left her?  Or did he just mean that he now felt he could actually breathe, and therefore function with choice and vitality, now she wasn’t disapproving of every muscle he twitched?

The rational side of me started telling me how much of a cliché this story was: that him going on about being a free spirit might seem fresh and exciting now, but actually showed a worrying tendency to run from responsibility.  That tutors weren’t meant to fraternise with their students (remember?)  Yes, even those over 21 and ‘mature’.

I wasn’t acting very mature, was I?

Was he?

There was always two sides to every tale, maybe stability was what she wanted – wasn’t that what I wanted, later in life?  Wasn’t a free spirit getting married the true oxymoron here?!  Shouldn’t I just run now before I was pesky moss to be rolled off, too?

Was that a bit of a mixed metaphor??

I hated waiting for taxis by myself.

 

Puts a new slant on the concept of sleeping with a girl on the first date, doesn’t it?! 

I hope you have all enjoyed my Facebook Fiction forays over the past 12 days – I have definitely loved the challenge of writing them!!   Thank you and BIG hugs to all the lovely ladies who came up with diverse sentences to get my mind ticking, I relish others taking the time to indulge my creative explorations (and play)  😉

Keep an eye on the page tomorrow to see what the next challenge will be, and please do get involved.  Random Word Generators are useful tools, but I’d rather know what directions you lovely lot want to send me in 😉

Until then, I shall go and chill out a bit; it has seemed like a fast weekend and I am feeling the November gloom descending, despite my best efforts.  Remind me why we humans don’t hibernate??

Catch you all tomorrow…

 

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The Last Time

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Hello!

Michelle kindly gave me another one of her fab phrases, which I have used at the start of today’s piece.

Thanks Michelle!

 

For the last time he would not let this heinous crime go unnoticed!  He crept along the rooftop, (scaring the old moth-eaten seagull that liked to perch there of an afternoon). The skylight was open and, with some daring acrobatics, he managed to glide down a nearby curtain and land on the soft carpet below.

Silence. Good …gulls on a rooftop

First he checked all the upstairs rooms, under beds and behind furniture. He tossed all the cushions he found onto the floor for good measure; lazed on the duvets a bit, making indents to show he’d visited.

Next it was a brief look down the staircase, a stop to listen for any trouble at the blind bend. It really had been surprisingly easy so far. There were muffled voices, but he guessed they were coming from behind the closed kitchen door, and he would probably not need to venture in there until he made his escape.

The hallway was dark, but Pilchard could see sunlight escaping from the room near the front of the house. That’s where the little thief would be, he felt sure of it.

Pilchard pushed the door open a little more with his right flank, praying that it didn’t creak. His adversary was indeed sunning himself by the window, engrossed in the delicate flutterings of a butterfly by the bushes.

Pilchard stole his chance. Claws outstretched he sprang from the back of the old comfy chair, hitting his nemesis full square in the back. He went down with hardly a whimper, but soon flashed back with bared teeth.

By the time the humans made an appearance, Pilchard and his foe were two bloodied balls, curled in opposite corners, snarling.

No-one would pilfer from Pilchard again…

 

I managed 274 words today 🙂 Did you like my wee cat burglar story?! If you would like me to use one of your phrases in next week’s work, feel free to leave a note of it on this Facebook post.

It is Jane’s turn tomorrow – I wonder what she has in store for me?

Be sure to come back and see! 😉

 

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The Given Gift

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Hiya!

I was busy for most of today, as Hubby was off and took me for a late breakfast, and we had my folks in for a visit after school.

I did get to write a piece with Laura’s phrase of “give the gift” while Hubby popped the pizzas in the oven, however 😉

 

I was overcome by a lot of thoughts at once, crying helplessly while staring at circling autumn leaves.  When would the pain subside?  How would it all be ok again?

My husband took me to a nice little tea shop that day.  One with pretty crockery and whimsical cosies covering the pots.  I tasted grief in the tealeaves I accidentally let swim in my cup.  I rarely venture beyond bags.Carrot cake pic

The pink wallpaper had shapes that reminded me of chandeliers; or huge fancy earrings dangling from invisible ears.  The windows there were only on one wall, and made of mottled glass.  Distorted people walked past a lot.  Some doubled back and came in.  Such is the lure of colourful sugar.

I didn’t eat all of my breakfast pile, but I did plump for carrot cake.  Something about the mix of spices and cheese frosting was reminiscent of shop-bought playdough.  I was taken back to my little desk, in my first real room, where I first experienced missing her; 26 years before the actual…event.

My husband talked of other things, but it all became relevant.  My whole life is relevant.

She was the one to give the gift of my mother to the world, and so all meaning thereafter.  Shaped my life in many ways, bestowed some mannerisms, bad eyesight and lumpy feet upon me; left me some words.

I pulled her bodywarmer closer to me and wished it was her hug.  A faint odour of perfume rose, which I pretended wasn’t mine.

 

249 words this time, not bad again.  Thank you, Laura, for my free reign with your inspiration 😉 I hope you liked the piece.

Hubby informs me that there are two phrases to guide me through the weekend on my sticky post! Hurrah!  Not quite time for a new challenge yet, then.  If you’d like to take me further into next week, feel free to add your sentence (and positioning instructions) to this post and I’ll assign you a day and see what I can conjure for you 🙂

Til tomorrow, lovelies!

 

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Together

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Hey there, you 🙂

Michelle gave me another fab phrase to use at the end of my Facebook Fiction piece today:

“It hurt, harder than anything they had experienced in their lifetime together”

A few strains of the same idea came into my head, and I wasn’t entirely sure which way to go, but I just got writing and it figured itself out with about 80 seconds to spare 😉

 

…We watched them come,

Their assembly of destruction.

 

Still in their dark clothes,

A little drunk on afternoon wine,

They plotted against us.

 

We hid behind the tree

Still etched

With our love hearts and initials;

Trying to catch their words on the breeze.

 house pixabay

They sat upon our couches,

Made tea from our packets,

Used spoons gifted

From people long gone.

 

Discussed us at length.

Missed us, they said.

Memories were scattered among them

Like the proverbial pearls.

 

We held each other’s hands and

Floated near the stairwell;

Intangibly intelligent,

Feeling paler than we were.

 

For weeks it was the same:

We awoke to their presence,

Felt new stabs of betrayal

As their plans emerged.

 

Then one day there was nothing

But the roar of machinery –

The raining splinters of history…

 

Q6: Why did the ghosts feel that by knocking down the family home their children had betrayed them?

I rolled my eyes at the question, still wiping a tear from my cheek, and wrote:

It hurt, harder than anything they had experienced in their lifetime together…

 

It was only a 166 word write today, but I am very happy with what I achieved.  I have been missing my poetry after writing so much of it over the last year. I’ve scribbled down lines to myself here and there over the last week outside of these Facebook phrase challenges, and it is sometimes hard to think in non-lyrical words instead!

If you look at the messy pages I posted up on Facebook straight after constructing today’s piece, you will see that I wrote the first part as prose.  I actually had no plan to go with the format that I did, but I could see the garden outside of a large house, and the sun shining on a small procession of sad people trudging up the drive, and a wee narrative began that I had to write down.

I came out of my reverie with about 5 mins to go, and realised what I had written so far was not going to fit the third person ending!  I didn’t want to tweak words, so I frantically thought of a way to bring in an omniscient being…and conjured up the exam scenario in the nick of time 😉

Thanks again to Michelle for the inspiration!!

Tomorrow will be Laura’s turn, and may be the last of this round of challenges…unless I get more phrases in the comments of this Facebook post by the end of tomorrow (3rd of November 2017).

Never fear though, there will be more creative shenanigans dreamed up, if this challenge is truly over…!

See you tomorrow 🙂

 

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