'Ello, 'Ello, sorry about no blog last saturday but I had no writing, also not much was happening. The only thing was that the Irish state exams started on Wednesday last week, and I've been sitting outside the test rooms to make sure no-one cheated in the corridors, which if I had not been writing my first novel, I would have gone mad. The novel will be called The Silver Viper and will be a (sorta) Science-fantasy, and I'm not going to be putting up any of it so you'll have to wait for it, but I'm also not sure about how book copyrights work, so I'm not risking anything, I'm really sorry! But enough chit-chat, time for this week's writing;
This first one is speed writing with the title of DEATH OF THE CLOWN;
The circus was burning down, and Mr.Bam-Boom-Boom grinned an evil grin. All the little children would cry and ask questions, the animals would run wild and maul people, the midget would be crushed and that one clown would have his face melted as his wig burned, oh yes, sweat vengeance, sweat, sweat vengeance. He has now paid for that malicous act, and Mr.Bam-boom-boom would be freed from that one memory, he just had to do an evil laugh.
Dr.Elk stared into the padded room as the patient laughed madly. Poor case, a child genius traumatised by a clown, a jar of high quality pickles, sevral carrots and three hundred issues of the Empire magazine and now has lived for three years inside the Asylum, unaware of the world around him and stuck in some sort of dream.. If it had been thirty years Dr.Elk would have 'removed' him, a waste of space, life and resources.
This next one was inspired by a map of Oxford done in Ye Olde Style:
Caydis looked at the public map on the outside wall of the tavern. He was amazed how all the temples, Villas and colleges where scattered over the back of the islands of Calicon. Calicon was a city built on a archipelago between the sea and the great Lagoon of Eaan, and streched between two pincers of land that seperated the lake and the ocean. Only the palace and the Senate where not in the posh area, but on one of the pincers of land. Caydos touched the map with a finger and the area he touched enlarged and showed the street in greater detail. By a building marked South Western Tram Station was a smaller building simply called Guild-House 'Iron-Angels'. He touched a small button on the bottum left corner which changed the map from streets too the layout of the tram line. Which he studied and smiled, like the guide said; Bosan port row had a tram to the Soutn Western tram station, but where was this stop? Caydis turned to face down the street and see four post with clocks not alligned to the proper time, that must be it.
This one was inspired by a picture of a disected worm;
The worm was hungry, it's jaws gnashed themselves, he had never had a set of jaws before, but then again, he had never thought of anything before. His primative and primal mind was content with just eating and digging, but no more. Not since that voice had changed him, that sweet soft femine voice, with only the very slight undercurrent of an undertone of the most diluted form of the weakess anger ever to exist. He was changed, now he had scales, and jaws, and claws, and fangs, and horns, and a tongue, and a brutal intelligence, an itelligence with one food source, one duty, humanity. The voice had told him the world had suffered by their wicked, greedy and unrelenting hand, and now they must, DIE! It saide their meat was a sweat as compost but he didn't care, no longer a mortal beast, he had a new, unsatified craving, one all consuming hunger of a desire, the screams of man-kind.
This one is a mutliple person piece, my line is normal, Virginia is bold and Ellen is italic;
The sun was shinning, today would be perfect for a good day for eating Ice-Cream, which is why he ate Fondu. It was so sweet, he thought he was going to melt like candy-flan. The Sweet goodness seeping into the open wounds on his lips mage him laugh in delight.
Who enjoyed those? Well your kinda of sick if you do, or I'm deluded about humanity. But not much going on but I got my test results, all A's except for Irish and English, I'm awful at Irish anyway, so you might ask why I didn't do well in English, I'll tell you. Not to be insulting to my English Teachers, but the english course is like a lobotomy with club. It's not good for the creative world, also it's killing of the poetry business, and it has no real purpose, but I think it should be focused on Journalism or Report writing, honestly it would be better as people would be getting marks for a skill they'll need in their lives. The only other thing I've been doing is playing a video game called Spectrobes Through The Portals, does anyone else play it?
The Dark Turnip Eater,
Me
This first one is speed writing with the title of DEATH OF THE CLOWN;
The circus was burning down, and Mr.Bam-Boom-Boom grinned an evil grin. All the little children would cry and ask questions, the animals would run wild and maul people, the midget would be crushed and that one clown would have his face melted as his wig burned, oh yes, sweat vengeance, sweat, sweat vengeance. He has now paid for that malicous act, and Mr.Bam-boom-boom would be freed from that one memory, he just had to do an evil laugh.
Dr.Elk stared into the padded room as the patient laughed madly. Poor case, a child genius traumatised by a clown, a jar of high quality pickles, sevral carrots and three hundred issues of the Empire magazine and now has lived for three years inside the Asylum, unaware of the world around him and stuck in some sort of dream.. If it had been thirty years Dr.Elk would have 'removed' him, a waste of space, life and resources.
This next one was inspired by a map of Oxford done in Ye Olde Style:
Caydis looked at the public map on the outside wall of the tavern. He was amazed how all the temples, Villas and colleges where scattered over the back of the islands of Calicon. Calicon was a city built on a archipelago between the sea and the great Lagoon of Eaan, and streched between two pincers of land that seperated the lake and the ocean. Only the palace and the Senate where not in the posh area, but on one of the pincers of land. Caydos touched the map with a finger and the area he touched enlarged and showed the street in greater detail. By a building marked South Western Tram Station was a smaller building simply called Guild-House 'Iron-Angels'. He touched a small button on the bottum left corner which changed the map from streets too the layout of the tram line. Which he studied and smiled, like the guide said; Bosan port row had a tram to the Soutn Western tram station, but where was this stop? Caydis turned to face down the street and see four post with clocks not alligned to the proper time, that must be it.
This one was inspired by a picture of a disected worm;
The worm was hungry, it's jaws gnashed themselves, he had never had a set of jaws before, but then again, he had never thought of anything before. His primative and primal mind was content with just eating and digging, but no more. Not since that voice had changed him, that sweet soft femine voice, with only the very slight undercurrent of an undertone of the most diluted form of the weakess anger ever to exist. He was changed, now he had scales, and jaws, and claws, and fangs, and horns, and a tongue, and a brutal intelligence, an itelligence with one food source, one duty, humanity. The voice had told him the world had suffered by their wicked, greedy and unrelenting hand, and now they must, DIE! It saide their meat was a sweat as compost but he didn't care, no longer a mortal beast, he had a new, unsatified craving, one all consuming hunger of a desire, the screams of man-kind.
This one is a mutliple person piece, my line is normal, Virginia is bold and Ellen is italic;
The sun was shinning, today would be perfect for a good day for eating Ice-Cream, which is why he ate Fondu. It was so sweet, he thought he was going to melt like candy-flan. The Sweet goodness seeping into the open wounds on his lips mage him laugh in delight.
Who enjoyed those? Well your kinda of sick if you do, or I'm deluded about humanity. But not much going on but I got my test results, all A's except for Irish and English, I'm awful at Irish anyway, so you might ask why I didn't do well in English, I'll tell you. Not to be insulting to my English Teachers, but the english course is like a lobotomy with club. It's not good for the creative world, also it's killing of the poetry business, and it has no real purpose, but I think it should be focused on Journalism or Report writing, honestly it would be better as people would be getting marks for a skill they'll need in their lives. The only other thing I've been doing is playing a video game called Spectrobes Through The Portals, does anyone else play it?
The Dark Turnip Eater,
Me
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