Thursday 12 April 2012
Tuesday 10 April 2012
Wednesday 22 February 2012
A novel update
That was a terrible joke...
I've been doing more writing today and so I thought I'd post it up on here. There are lots of errors and it needs fleshing out a lot but my laptop is making odd noises and I don't want everything to get lost.
Chapter 1
Walking was the only way he could clear his head of all thoughts of her. It had only been two weeks, but with feelings so unbearable he walked. He walked and walked and walked. Feeble remnants of summer crackled under foot as his pace slowed to a shuffle and the winter wind grated against his pale skin. Twisted, skeletal trees reached outwards towards the sky, begging for warmth and the chance to once again flourish.
The snow was thick this year; A freezing womb was the only comfort he had, keeping his heart in stasis until the day when it finally thawed. Pablo, a troubled man, had recently been left by a woman who he loved dearly. With a shock so sudden and abrupt he had slowly slid into a state of self pity and woe. His recent days had been spent staring down empty pint glass after empty pint glass, as so many do in such a situation. Beer helped to speed up the days and cigarettes filled the chasm in his chest. Often, he would find himself staggering through the forests near his home in a drunken stupor, trying to find some kind of meaning in himself. This evening was such a time.
Tiring now, he pulled himself between the trees. The cold had made his limbs unresponsive and his legs could barely hold him any more. His heart was palpitating like a jack hammer and his eyes became heavy. He was ready for this, ready for the earth to reclaim him. He dropped to his knees and his head fell into his hands. Just as his consciousness began to leave him he felt hands through his hair; a touch so soft, so delicate, but it could not be.
Somewhere inside him he found the energy to raise his head and to such disbelief she was there. He had died, he must have; she had made up her mind that they were finished but yet now, she had returned. He traced the features of her face; eyes so deep and full of thought, a beautiful oaken brown. Her hair so long and full of volume, coiled around her shoulders like stunning black ribbons embracing her skull.
With a quivering jaw he began to speak “So-Sophia…Is tha-…Is that really y-you?”
She did not reply to his inquiry and simply turned around and began to walk away, deeper into the forest. He hauled himself up off his haunches with new found vitality and vigour and made his way after his love. Above, the wind cut through the clouds and they began to bleed glacial pearls across the landscape. Below, Sophias’ tender whispers snaked through the foliage, slithering into his ears and plaguing his mind.
Staggering, he made his way flailing through the forest, bumping into trees and tripping over foliage. Thorns from bushes were catching and tearing on his clothes but with such determination and a body numb from the cold this did not register in his mind.
“Quickly dearest, not long to go now” Each word spoken sent a shock of energy though his body, forcing him forwards.
Through what seemed like an endless maze of tree and grass he was there. Sophia stood waiting, arms outstretched.
“Come here baby, I’m so sorry” Her enchanting words pulled him closer.
Embraced so tightly, neither spoke a word for a few minutes. Time seemed to move so fast now, in comparison to the endless, slugging seconds that the past two weeks had consisted of. Slowly, he pulled himself away to admire her. Something didn’t seem completely right. Something about her, not how she looked or the way she spoke; she just didn’t feel like Sophia.
He stepped backwards and to such horror he watched as the skin on Sophias face began to boil and burst; fragments of flesh and sinew jetted outwards painting the white canvas in a deep red. Her hair greyed and twisted and as the wind caught it, was pulled upwards, peeling the skin from her scalp revealing bone that instantaneously cracked and caved in on itself.
A twisted skeletal hand reached out and clasped around Pablos wrist with such ferocity that his skin was broken. Terrified he frantically shook at her arm until a great snap jarred it from her shoulder. To great bewilderment the arm was of such a massive weight and it pulled Pablo to the floor. Writhing around in snow and the remains of such a great deception he just could not get the hand from around his wrist.
All of a sudden, the ground beneath what was now a pile of charred bones began to melt in on itself too. Pablo span his head round to gasp for air and noticed the sky, in all it’s grandeur was now bent and cracked. All colour from the earth was seeping away into this one chasm. Like some kind of magnet Sophias arm, still with a hand clenched tightly around Pablos, slowly slid into the void. Trying all he could, Pablo could not break free. He closed his eyes and let the darkness envelop him.
I've been doing more writing today and so I thought I'd post it up on here. There are lots of errors and it needs fleshing out a lot but my laptop is making odd noises and I don't want everything to get lost.
Chapter 1
Walking was the only way he could clear his head of all thoughts of her. It had only been two weeks, but with feelings so unbearable he walked. He walked and walked and walked. Feeble remnants of summer crackled under foot as his pace slowed to a shuffle and the winter wind grated against his pale skin. Twisted, skeletal trees reached outwards towards the sky, begging for warmth and the chance to once again flourish.
The snow was thick this year; A freezing womb was the only comfort he had, keeping his heart in stasis until the day when it finally thawed. Pablo, a troubled man, had recently been left by a woman who he loved dearly. With a shock so sudden and abrupt he had slowly slid into a state of self pity and woe. His recent days had been spent staring down empty pint glass after empty pint glass, as so many do in such a situation. Beer helped to speed up the days and cigarettes filled the chasm in his chest. Often, he would find himself staggering through the forests near his home in a drunken stupor, trying to find some kind of meaning in himself. This evening was such a time.
Tiring now, he pulled himself between the trees. The cold had made his limbs unresponsive and his legs could barely hold him any more. His heart was palpitating like a jack hammer and his eyes became heavy. He was ready for this, ready for the earth to reclaim him. He dropped to his knees and his head fell into his hands. Just as his consciousness began to leave him he felt hands through his hair; a touch so soft, so delicate, but it could not be.
Somewhere inside him he found the energy to raise his head and to such disbelief she was there. He had died, he must have; she had made up her mind that they were finished but yet now, she had returned. He traced the features of her face; eyes so deep and full of thought, a beautiful oaken brown. Her hair so long and full of volume, coiled around her shoulders like stunning black ribbons embracing her skull.
With a quivering jaw he began to speak “So-Sophia…Is tha-…Is that really y-you?”
She did not reply to his inquiry and simply turned around and began to walk away, deeper into the forest. He hauled himself up off his haunches with new found vitality and vigour and made his way after his love. Above, the wind cut through the clouds and they began to bleed glacial pearls across the landscape. Below, Sophias’ tender whispers snaked through the foliage, slithering into his ears and plaguing his mind.
Staggering, he made his way flailing through the forest, bumping into trees and tripping over foliage. Thorns from bushes were catching and tearing on his clothes but with such determination and a body numb from the cold this did not register in his mind.
“Quickly dearest, not long to go now” Each word spoken sent a shock of energy though his body, forcing him forwards.
Through what seemed like an endless maze of tree and grass he was there. Sophia stood waiting, arms outstretched.
“Come here baby, I’m so sorry” Her enchanting words pulled him closer.
Embraced so tightly, neither spoke a word for a few minutes. Time seemed to move so fast now, in comparison to the endless, slugging seconds that the past two weeks had consisted of. Slowly, he pulled himself away to admire her. Something didn’t seem completely right. Something about her, not how she looked or the way she spoke; she just didn’t feel like Sophia.
He stepped backwards and to such horror he watched as the skin on Sophias face began to boil and burst; fragments of flesh and sinew jetted outwards painting the white canvas in a deep red. Her hair greyed and twisted and as the wind caught it, was pulled upwards, peeling the skin from her scalp revealing bone that instantaneously cracked and caved in on itself.
A twisted skeletal hand reached out and clasped around Pablos wrist with such ferocity that his skin was broken. Terrified he frantically shook at her arm until a great snap jarred it from her shoulder. To great bewilderment the arm was of such a massive weight and it pulled Pablo to the floor. Writhing around in snow and the remains of such a great deception he just could not get the hand from around his wrist.
All of a sudden, the ground beneath what was now a pile of charred bones began to melt in on itself too. Pablo span his head round to gasp for air and noticed the sky, in all it’s grandeur was now bent and cracked. All colour from the earth was seeping away into this one chasm. Like some kind of magnet Sophias arm, still with a hand clenched tightly around Pablos, slowly slid into the void. Trying all he could, Pablo could not break free. He closed his eyes and let the darkness envelop him.
Tuesday 21 February 2012
Monday 20 February 2012
Sunday 12 February 2012
Some people
are so full of shit it is unbelievable. The other week he buys me a drink as a way to say sorry for what has happened. I can see it in his eyes that he enjoys what has happened to me, what I am going through and how I am feeling. He has some sort of jealousy for what I had and he tries to subtlety put it across with his empty empathy. The one thing that really has got to me is the way he mouthed across to his sister that "I am the one that she was with" and how it isn't that any more and how they were laughing. I hate him. I fucking hate Daniel Greenaway and I would actually prefer him to be dead.
Saturday 11 February 2012
The beginnings of a novel
I have been beginning to write a novel recently. Here is a selection of what I have come up with so far. It needs a lot more work.
Walking was the only way he could clear his head of all thoughts of her. It had only been two weeks, but with feelings so unbearable he walked. He walked and walked and walked. Feeble remnants of summer crackled under foot as his pace slowed to a shuffle and the winter wind grated against his pale skin. Twisted, skeletal trees reached outwards towards the sky, begging for warmth and the chance to once again flourish.
Tiring now, he pulled himself between the trees. The cold had made his limbs unresponsive and his legs could barely hold him any more. His heart was palpitating like a jack hammer and his eyes became heavy. He was ready for this, ready for the earth to reclaim him. He dropped to his knees and his head fell into his hands. Just as his consciousness began to leave him he felt hands through his hair; a touch so soft, so delicate, but it could not be.
Somewhere inside him he found the energy to raise his head and to such disbelief she was there. He had died, he must have; she had made up her mind that they were finished but yet now, she had returned. He traced the features of her face; eyes so deep and full of thought, a beautiful oaken brown. Her hair so long and full of volume, coiled around her shoulders like stunning black ribbons embracing her skull.
With a quivering jaw he began to speak “So-Sophia…Is tha-…Is that really y-you?”
She did not reply to his inquiry and simply turned around and began to walk away, deeper into the forest. He hauled himself up off his haunches with new found vitality and vigour and made his way after his love. Above, the wind cut through the clouds and they began to bleed glacial pearls across the landscape. Below, Sophias’ tender whispers snaked through the foliage, slithering into his ears and plaguing his mind.
Walking was the only way he could clear his head of all thoughts of her. It had only been two weeks, but with feelings so unbearable he walked. He walked and walked and walked. Feeble remnants of summer crackled under foot as his pace slowed to a shuffle and the winter wind grated against his pale skin. Twisted, skeletal trees reached outwards towards the sky, begging for warmth and the chance to once again flourish.
Tiring now, he pulled himself between the trees. The cold had made his limbs unresponsive and his legs could barely hold him any more. His heart was palpitating like a jack hammer and his eyes became heavy. He was ready for this, ready for the earth to reclaim him. He dropped to his knees and his head fell into his hands. Just as his consciousness began to leave him he felt hands through his hair; a touch so soft, so delicate, but it could not be.
Somewhere inside him he found the energy to raise his head and to such disbelief she was there. He had died, he must have; she had made up her mind that they were finished but yet now, she had returned. He traced the features of her face; eyes so deep and full of thought, a beautiful oaken brown. Her hair so long and full of volume, coiled around her shoulders like stunning black ribbons embracing her skull.
With a quivering jaw he began to speak “So-Sophia…Is tha-…Is that really y-you?”
She did not reply to his inquiry and simply turned around and began to walk away, deeper into the forest. He hauled himself up off his haunches with new found vitality and vigour and made his way after his love. Above, the wind cut through the clouds and they began to bleed glacial pearls across the landscape. Below, Sophias’ tender whispers snaked through the foliage, slithering into his ears and plaguing his mind.
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