(75 word piece of flash fiction) You dive down into the darkest, coldest cavern following the haunting melody. With each note of the tune your flippers push the water back creating a strong current that pushes you forward. Hour, after hour you travel like this, the surreal depths giving no respite, not even a tiny pin prick of light. Finally, the small ray of hope keeps growing. You surface near Boleskine House and await further instructions from Master Crowley. ---- further information: 10th April 1912 - Titanic set sail Boleskine House is on the banks of Loch Ness and was owned by Aleister Crowley.
Just practicing. Running down the immacualtely tended palace lawns towards the sea. My arms outstreched, breathing in time to the sea. First the sea asks to carry me, then the wind sweeps me from my feet. Higher, higher, higher. Up, up and away. Off the end of the cliffs I go, the long strong wings beating against the currents. The freedom to go faster and higher. The honk of the swan in excitement - he hasn't been out in a long time... Banking round, we land on the water.
'Who's this?' I turn round to see Alice looking Merlin up and down. 'He stinks.' She wrinkles her pretty nose. 'Alice be nice he is a guest. His name is Merlin and we don't understand his language.' 'Handsome.' She smiles at him. He smile nervously back. Guess he has never seen a girl with green hair before. Then addressing him, 'Come on you look like you need a bath and food. I'll introduce you to Plato. Suspect Uncle Soc wouldn't let me help you have a bath.' 'Alice no I bloody wouldn't. Your father has entrusted you to me.' 'It is OK Uncle Soc, wasn't really gonna. You said he didn't speak Hairenese, so just having fun.' 'He isn't stupid.' She grins and ignores me. 'Come on big boy.' She says and takes his hand leading him out. Bede the falcon takes a position on Alice's shoulder, Ptolemy the cat arranges himself as a soft boa around Merlin's neck. 'Eww what have you been eating, your breath is terrible.' 'Alice be nice.' I call after her.
Today after months of every kind of weird and funny battle imaginable. On the back of a truck arrives a reclining chair, a cuddle chair, a sofa that fully reclines and a footstool with a lid (source of marital contention the latter - 'You spent how much on a footstool?'). They are huge perfect and for first time since moving into the new house the Smith Family can now enjoy their living room. We can sit and watch the wall mounted 15 inch TV (no the family do not require pity or a bigger one) in comfort probably with a glass of pepsi and bag of haribo. NCIS, CSI, Bones etc here we come.
She came one night. Quiet stealthily then kazoom. The characters were in a tight bind - no way were they getting out of this spot. No direction from the author, all was falling apart. 'Shh!' She says, 'I am gonna dress up in disguise and surprise them.' In a blast of blinding rainbow light not unlike a Care Bear stare she appears before the despondant characters. By this time Angus has put his feet up and demanded ginger tea and cake. Socrates and Nate have asked for quiet time in the cleaning closet. Just for something to do they told their author. Gilbert is sitting calmly, patiently. 'I am Milly Van Silly - tell me your story desires please.' Gilbert clears his throat. 'Somehow we need to get everyone to the Queen's base. It needs to be raided tonight. We have no idea how to proceed.' 'OK gentlemen get ready for the raid.' Said Milly. They all stand round the dimminutive fairy. 'Everyone close their eyes now.' She raises her wand saying the magic incantation. 'make story it will happen.' She waves her wand emitting the most beautiful light. The gentlemen close their eyes. Upon opening each are upon a steed in the middle of other soldiers - moving forward to the Queen's base. Gilbert says. 'Guess we work the rest out next draft lads.' 'Woohoo.' Let us move on. Said Angus. Poor Milly Van Silly no longer needed dreams of the day she will take centre stage in her own story,
I have done everything I can with my story to save him but a major character is determined to die. Nothing has worked - he is now vulnerable and sometime over the next week the deed will be done. Gonna take couple of days off first.
LOL So excited changed my second story. Telling it in a different way and my character Nate doesn't get kidnapped and he gets to stay alive which is fantastic I was going to be killing off in another story. I also don't need to be so mean to my main character. I have had to get to know Nate over the past few days and he was adamant he didn't want to die. Have learned to listen to my characters when they are determined and it has paid off I changed What About Us? my second book to Dragonfly and made it a spy based story. He is now one of the two main characters.
Angus: 'I don't like it when you make me angry with Socrates, I am so over that stuff.' Charlotte: 'But your readers aren't they need to see how much he hurt you.' Angus: 'I am just not the kind of character to hold onto bad feelings for six months.' Charlotte: 'It's not six months in the book it's only a week or two your allowed to be mad still.' Angus: 'It's nearly six months since you first wrote the stuff I am supposed to be mad about - get the message Charlotte, I've moved on. Am however volcanic with you right now. I don't want to be angry with Soc, he's my brother.' Charlotte: 'You will be doing what your book tells you to do. What can I do to make this scene palatable to you?' Angus: 'Any chance Soc and me can make up? And maybe a nice time with Bea after or at least a cake?' Charlotte: 'If I do that will you behave and do what I ask?' Angus: 'Hmm OK got yourself a deal, for cake I'll even draw blood.'
I am so sick of this. Charlotte didn't even get round to giving me the promised nice time with Nate - it's been weeks since we had time together. Now she is having me punched - AGAIN!! I mean I am not a violent man usually - why am I everyone's punch bag? Why does she do it to me? Wouldn't mind but I even had to ask for this one. Ugh wishing I hadn't asked her to stick with one story she is chosen one where I am having a hard time. I wanted the one where I have a bit more power over my life. I like blasting things - not ready to do it in this one yet. Maybe one day life will get better.
My author has been spending so much time with my brother Socrates she is struggling finding my voice. How dare she I came first for six months. I now have a really emotional scene and I sound like my brother. UGG!!! If she wasn't so little and a girl I'd punch her.
We seriously need a therapist life as one of Charlotte's characters is not nice she is soo ruthless. Noone else dares take on the most powerful man in the universe, well OK they do because even I don't know it yet., or do I - wish she would get her stories straight I am so confused about who I am. She has threatened me with a girlfriend if I don't behave. Something she knows will scare the crud out of me. Not to mention it may kill me. Thing is how can I behave when I don't know where or what I am. Today I am having to grovel to my miserable little brother. She wants me to do a bit of evil and then turn good again - what if I don't wanna turn back. She might treat me better if I was then she would know all about. Err no she has threatened an ugly girlfriend if I do that. She has promised me if I am a good character and suck upto Angus, be nice to my Great Great Great prat of a King nephew and chill out for a time - I can have a nice scene with Nate. Help please.!!! I am so ready to use my powers to make ceramic plates and throw them at her.
Right now I am getting distinctly fed up of an author that has no idea what she is doing with me. I mean just today I have gone back in time and sat crying with my brother, moved forward a bit and she made me blind, then i had a proper fist fight with my partner. Then finally she had me deal with the life of my Great Great Great neice or something like that. I know she has told me time travel is part of my destiny but right now I am just one confused character. HELP!! SAVE ME FROM MY AUTHOR
Today Socrates is off to school, it is end of term and his class have formed an ensemble that will be playing in front of local dignitaries. Angus is being a brat he has had a bad morning.
Someone Else's Life is finished for now and it is now time to move on. My main character is now Socrates Lorenzo as he learns about himself and grows as a character lol Am excited to be going on the journey with himself and his brother King Angus.
I attempted suicide by jumping off the Royal Yacht, everyone wanted me to get married and produce an heir I panicked and needed to get away. I kept swimming and the Gods cared for me. My boyfriend was coming back from a mission and fished me out of the water. The second time I tried to hang myself, but my brother Angus caught me and beat me up for trying to leave him
