Greetings all and it's considerably cooler now the rain has decided to hold court here in deepest Kent. It's much needed and you can sense a storm or two in the air too. Anyway, without further ado let's send out the love and kudos to Anna, Jo and Shilpa for stopping by and loving, sharing, commenting and liking my previous post.
Now no doubt the title above may be a bit disconcerting but to writers it's kind of inevitable. I've got to a stage of editing in my book where it's a bit tragic for one of the main characters early on has to exit the stage. The term is often kill your babies but I find that a bit gruesome so have altered it just a tad. Us writers do get attached to our creations and we'd love to find a way of keeping them in but the muse can be an exacting task master so off they must go. Here's the next snippet, a tragic one :(
He opened his eyes. He sat alone. Martin convinced himself about misguided intuition. He'd have a long, long talk with his best friend tomorrow about the future. Frankie ended and the slow tread of static crackled back. He heard the phone ring. He let his mother answer. Martin clutched his England top and assured himself it was Aunt Julie talking about going to bingo this weekend. Three minutes later or was it two? His mum opened the door and stared at him with her mascara running. She shook her head before the tears descended again. She sat beside her son who wrenched his shirt into a snake of sorrow. “Martin, I'm so sorry.” “I know Mum, I know.”
I think you get the drift. Anyway, now for something completely different as I wrote a bit of a nonsensical tale yesterday. I did put it to music and pictures but the response hasn't been great to that. Perhaps it didn't come across to well or people might have thought it was a load of old toot. I'll let you decide with just the text below and it's not to be taken at all seriously as I just let my imagination go on a bit of a journey.
Oh he made the biggest noise. Out there on the far limb with all around quaking in their cosmic boots. His eyes of fire grew ever brighter and before him lay the meekest and weakest of prizes. A scrawny feast yet even the merest morsel would at least feed him for a quantum second of time. He wrapped his fangs of malodorous dust about her leg and bit down with all his might.
Yet reward did not come. He instead scanned, left, right, up, down, inside and out and there before him lay her mischievous form. The bright weak one had the temerity to wave and he raged.
Great storms grew in his nebulous heart and chemical lightning reached far into the local cluster of stars. His breath raged in an incandescent fury and he sang to her a lullaby of destruction. All around averted their gaze at such a nuclear outburst and many said prayers for the unfortunate child. After an infinite amount of time the blasting stopped and he drew back and prepared to feast on a roasted nascent quasar.
Yet, there she remained. She blew the leviathan a cosmic kiss and sucked a planetary lollipop from nearby Scorpio. The great warrior brought down his fists of fury. Herculean winds buffeted his target whilst she gorged on coronal candy. The nearby stars struggled for breath for such was the ire of their burly brother.
Pure hydrogen belched forth. He licked his violet flamed lips and prepared a plutonium platter for her. He reached for her, certain she’d be quite lifeless yet she pranced and danced into a new orbit.
“Oh you are such a big bad bore old brute. Why don’t you leave us be? You’d better or I’ll have to take care of things myself.”
He’d never been spoken to in such a fashion. Orion pulled his legendary bow and aimed his star buster right at her forehead. The hunter released his barb and he never missed. The missile flew faster than light. She sighed and caught the arrow between her thumb and forefinger. She turned to face him, picked up speed and avoided his clumsy sword thrusts and quite delicately plucked the head from his shoulders.
How he screamed. How his shrieks pierced the Rigellan hosts.
She deposited his protesting skull into a black sack before booting it on a never ending kick to the central sun of Andromeda. His headless body writhed hither and tither until she seized his hand.
“Now, listen here you angry old God. I’ve sent your boss off to Andromeda who’ll teach him a lesson or two. As for you, you’d best calm down or you’ll supernova off the rest of us. So stop your jumping about and be quiet.”
At once the star being relented. The small child snuffed out the rage in his belt. Her wispy hair wrapped around his ankles and he fell to his knees before tumbling into a deep, deep sleep. She thought his old home a perfect spot to claim for her own.
Vega asked decided to build a fairy castle in Orion’s old home. How it shone and she ordered chromatic custard and atomic pie for afters. Her new home would serve for a cosmic year or two and then she thought perhaps a trip to Leo might be in order. She did after all have a universal life before her.
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