And I have a story in there. 'Crimson and Scarlet' is a horror story that I have also illustrated, so if you have a spare minute go and give it a read, as well as the other stories, of course. :-)Jotters United Literary E-zine - Issue 5
This morning I was up at the crack of dawn and driving to Aberglasney Gardens in order to drop off some artwork. It is a very pretty drive and if I hadn't been worried about getting lost I think I would have really enjoyed it. I know I did on the way back.Anyway, I am part… Continue reading Exhibition up and ready to be seen!
The beginning of Chapter 4.
“She said nothing else, just that you are gone once you catch it,” I say.
“Gone… That could mean anything?” Max exclaims.
Colin stays thoughtful, just looking around us.
“What?” I say, noticing Colin’s wariness. “You expecting a horde of zombies to appear.”
I say it with a smile but when he looks at me his face is very serious. “I don’t know.”
“What?” I say, shock filtering through me like ice water.
“Well,” Colin says, still scanning the area with wary eyes. “We don’t know anything.”
“So, we have to find out,” Max says.
“Where?” I say. I can feel the frustration building. We have been around and around this conversation and it is getting us nowhere.
“We need somewhere with power,” Max says.
I look up and down the street. There is no sign of any power or any people anywhere.
“If we had power than we could…
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I'm shocked... My artwork was selected for the Tabernacle Art Competition 2014... I have yet to go see it hanging up but I am still in shock...The piece is a self-portrait entitles "I dare" in pencil. I will post a picture when it comes back. But if you are in Machynlleth before the 24th of… Continue reading MOMA Art Competition
The last of Chapter 3
The door is emerald green but it was painted a long time ago. The green is peeling and in some areas has chipped off completely. The centre of the door is of frosted glass, which I’m surprised at. Most people have a solid front door. I can see a curtain and it is tied in the middle, I haven’t seen anything like it since my grandmother passed. I pause and smile. Then, lifting my hand I ring the doorbell.
A tinkling echoes through the house and I think I see someone beyond the curtain, it is just a shadow that moves, but I know that there is someone there.
I ring again and cup a hand to the window. There is definitely a shadow.
“Go away,” a voice calls quietly from inside.
“I only want to ask some questions,” I say.
“Go away,” the voice repeats. It is high and…
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More of Chapter 3…
“So I guess we walk?” Max says, but he makes no move to open the door.
No one says anything; we just look out of the windows. We are in a suburban street, the houses are terraces but not workers cottages, instead they are large and plush. It’s obvious that there is money here. What is odd is that there are very few cars. Normally we would be hard pushed to find a parking space but there are dozens.
“Where are all the cars?” I ask.
“Don’t know,” Colin says.”But it is very strange.”
I can’t help a bubble of laughter that escapes me. It is slightly hysterical. “Strange?” This whole day has been a nightmare and I don’t think I can wake up. This is my reality.
Colin is watching me. “You okay?”
I nod. I don’t want to say anything. If I do then I may cry. And…
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What do I mean? Well, the picture in my head is not the one I see in the mirror. My hair is longer for one, and I am thinner. Not vastly thinner but enough to make a difference. Then there is my voice. I have been thinking of reading some of my stories and popping… Continue reading I am not me
Another bit of Chapter 3. It took me all day but I managed…
“Slowly?” I repeat.
Colin shrugs and Max looks worried.
“Any better ideas?”
I shake my head. I really don’t, but I do know that we have got to get out of this and walking is not something we can do. We’ll be dead long before we get out of the smoke.
“What about the car?” Max says. I can tell that he is listening to the engine. It sounds fine.
“Well, if there isn’t too much ash in the air then it should be fine.”
“Otherwise?” I ask.
“Colin meets my eyes in the rear view mirror. “The car will stop as the air filter clogs up.”
“Well,” Max says. “I suggest that we get going.”
“Yeah,” Colin mutters. I can see that he is tense. He slowly eases the car out of the space. He goes forward so he must have backed in but I can barely see the…
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Well, yesterday I spent all day in A&E awaiting my turn to find out why my ankle keeps bending over. After a really long wait, it turns out that I have partially torn a ligament. Sounds painful? It is. But that's okay. I can take painkillers. Only problem is that it makes my head go fuzzy...… Continue reading Today
The second part of Chapter 3
We make it to the door before the shout goes up. Two soldiers are pointing in our direction but then we are through. Colin slams the door closed and the lock engages. I know that they will just open it but anything to slow them up is good. They don’t shoot at us through the glass. In fact they don’t even run. Instead, the two men walk calmly forward.
“Guys,” I say, stopping and pulling on Colin. “Look.”
The men are standing at the window and are smiling. I don’t understand. One waves. It is a cute wave and I look at the guys.
But Max is already scanning the area.
“Come on,” he says and we set off at a slow jog. The air is thick with smoke and I am finding it hard to breathe. I look back at the men, twisting my body. I can see…
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