Much love
C.S
#1: So, whilst I was writing, music was a very inspirational tool for me and I believe it always will be. I loved the idea of my book having it's own soundtrack and it helped me create the fictional world of my characters. So here it is; the extremely unofficial Maybe, misery soundtrack:
1. Maybe, misery - Quietdrive:
"Quite obvious this one to be fair, but it's a brilliant song and contains a lot of clever lyrics that pertain to how Talon feels most of the time."
2. Comes Love - Billie Holiday:
"I love Billie Holiday, as do many and this song sets up the scene perfectly. Two people, full of lust sharing a moment before an explosion of passion."
3. Burn the witch - Queens of the stone age:
"As Talon feels the burden of expectancy being lifted, this song would serve as a brilliant ego boost for him."
4. It makes no difference who we are - Celldweller:
"To be honest, this is just an awesome and powerful song yet, the idea of wishing on a black star and Talons desire for a son seem somehow connected in a minuscule way."
5. Floods - Fightstar:
"Mentioned in the book as Talons alarm tone, yet Floods is perfectly apt for describing how Talons life is about to be flooded with a family in the chapter Pain and Pregnancy."
6. Digital Sea - Thrice:
"Scouring my iTunes looking for the perfect song to fit this scene was a tough decision. As Talons interrogation by the Dreaded Lindsey takes place, I wanted a song that indicates how helpless he is."
7. Fire, fire - Flyleaf:
"Definitely one of my all-time favourite songs! As Talon and Fiona flee from disaster, this is a perfectly apt song choice. What you confuse for glories fire, is fire from the tongues of liars is one of the greatest lyrics I've ever heard."
8. Satellite - Guster:
"You're my satellite may be the best lyric to describe what Willow meant to Talon. She guided him from darkness and really was all that is good in him."
9. Banquet - Bloc Party:
"As Talon enjoys endures valentines day, this song fit in perfectly for his encounter with Harriet."
10. Entombed - Deftones:
"As Talon heads out into the unknown after being held up in Sam's lab, this song elegantly expressed Talons feelings of exploration and perhaps what mindset he is in."
11. Love song - 311:
"Bored with traditional wedding songs, I wanted a song that was heartfelt yet separate from the crowd."
12. Waking up - 10 years:
"My alarm tone for many years and a perfect song for Talons awakening."
13. Angel Falls - The killer and the Star:
"Though I earlier mentioned in the book that Willow was a fan of KoRn, it became known that she had a mostly awful taste in music with a few exceptions. I felt that if there was a transitional song that they could both enjoy, it would be this."
14. The Wreckoning - Nonpoint:
"As Talons story takes a turn for the violent, this energetic song felt perfect for his current proceedings."
15. Destabilise - Enter Shikari:
"Talons world has shattered around him, left only with anger leading the way, this song embodies how he feels, not because of the songs underlying political stance but the angst contained within."
16. Dance anthem of the 80's - Regina Spektor:
"I fucking love her voice, she's amazing. This would be one of Willows exceptions and I loved the thought of Talon enjoying her music but afraid to tell his wife, for the fear of being given stick. Especially with all the grief I imagine he gives her for her taste in music."
17. Goodbye cruel world - Cold:
"Last but certainly not least, as Talons story comes to an end, this song acutely conveys a summary of his life."
I hope you enjoyed reading this... because it took ages :p
C.S.Bailey
#2: So this is a short story by myself, Nav Logan, Bryan Thomas and special guest A.K Michaels. The same principle as The Call of the Wild, but with an added member and a different theme, one I definitely wasn't familiar with. Once again though, it was such a brilliant experience and an easy working environment. I know it's not technically work, but I mean in the sense that we worked together so well. My only issue is, that it leaves me wanting to do it again but bigger. Can you imagine a full book, or a short story, fully improvised! That would be incredible, especially with talented authors. Nav, manages to some cram in such detailed writing in such a short space, I don't have a clue how he does it. Bryan is the dialogue genius and Ava brings the smooth, stylistic writing that has made her so popular. Since all the angles of great writing were covered, all I had to do was provide exposition. So everyone give these three a digital round of applause and I hope you enjoy.
#1: So, whilst I was writing, music was a very inspirational tool for me and I believe it always will be. I loved the idea of my book having it's own soundtrack and it helped me create the fictional world of my characters. So here it is; the extremely unofficial Maybe, misery soundtrack:
1. Maybe, misery - Quietdrive:
"Quite obvious this one to be fair, but it's a brilliant song and contains a lot of clever lyrics that pertain to how Talon feels most of the time."
2. Comes Love - Billie Holiday:
"I love Billie Holiday, as do many and this song sets up the scene perfectly. Two people, full of lust sharing a moment before an explosion of passion."
3. Burn the witch - Queens of the stone age:
"As Talon feels the burden of expectancy being lifted, this song would serve as a brilliant ego boost for him."
4. It makes no difference who we are - Celldweller:
"To be honest, this is just an awesome and powerful song yet, the idea of wishing on a black star and Talons desire for a son seem somehow connected in a minuscule way."
5. Floods - Fightstar:
"Mentioned in the book as Talons alarm tone, yet Floods is perfectly apt for describing how Talons life is about to be flooded with a family in the chapter Pain and Pregnancy."
6. Digital Sea - Thrice:
"Scouring my iTunes looking for the perfect song to fit this scene was a tough decision. As Talons interrogation by the Dreaded Lindsey takes place, I wanted a song that indicates how helpless he is."
7. Fire, fire - Flyleaf:
"Definitely one of my all-time favourite songs! As Talon and Fiona flee from disaster, this is a perfectly apt song choice. What you confuse for glories fire, is fire from the tongues of liars is one of the greatest lyrics I've ever heard."
8. Satellite - Guster:
"You're my satellite may be the best lyric to describe what Willow meant to Talon. She guided him from darkness and really was all that is good in him."
9. Banquet - Bloc Party:
"As Talon enjoys endures valentines day, this song fit in perfectly for his encounter with Harriet."
10. Entombed - Deftones:
"As Talon heads out into the unknown after being held up in Sam's lab, this song elegantly expressed Talons feelings of exploration and perhaps what mindset he is in."
11. Love song - 311:
"Bored with traditional wedding songs, I wanted a song that was heartfelt yet separate from the crowd."
12. Waking up - 10 years:
"My alarm tone for many years and a perfect song for Talons awakening."
13. Angel Falls - The killer and the Star:
"Though I earlier mentioned in the book that Willow was a fan of KoRn, it became known that she had a mostly awful taste in music with a few exceptions. I felt that if there was a transitional song that they could both enjoy, it would be this."
14. The Wreckoning - Nonpoint:
"As Talons story takes a turn for the violent, this energetic song felt perfect for his current proceedings."
15. Destabilise - Enter Shikari:
"Talons world has shattered around him, left only with anger leading the way, this song embodies how he feels, not because of the songs underlying political stance but the angst contained within."
16. Dance anthem of the 80's - Regina Spektor:
"I fucking love her voice, she's amazing. This would be one of Willows exceptions and I loved the thought of Talon enjoying her music but afraid to tell his wife, for the fear of being given stick. Especially with all the grief I imagine he gives her for her taste in music."
17. Goodbye cruel world - Cold:
"Last but certainly not least, as Talons story comes to an end, this song acutely conveys a summary of his life."
I hope you enjoyed reading this... because it took ages :p
C.S.Bailey
Under a Blood Red Moon
(Nav) The stark figure of Peter Mortimer stood out against the night-time sky. He was standing on the roof of the highest tower, letting the breeze ruffle his knee-length black coat. In the mire of the city below, chaos ruled. He loved to stand up here and smell the fear and desperation as it wafted up from the streets. It was a heady cocktail. It was almost as sweet as a virgin’s blood. The moon was just rising over the bay as he turned to his beautiful sister. “Look, Amelia, a blood moon. What an auspicious time to hunt.”
(C.S) Amelia’s blonde locks swayed in the cool breeze “My dear brother, it’s always time to hunt. The blackened sky and calmly tones of the night walkers only serves to heighten my thirst.”
“So where shall we head? Downtown? Or are you in the mood for an upscale feast?” Peter already knew what his sister’s answer would be; Amelia has always had a taste for the refined specimen.
As Peter gazed over lovingly at his sibling, she puckers her lips covered in rose red lipstick “I think tonight, we should attend the Hardy’s ball. I can smell them from here.”
(A.K) "As can I, dear sister. Now, are you planning on dining al fresco or in more intimate surroundings?" Peter was well aware of his sister's appetite was vast in areas other than blood. He watched as a feral smile played across her lips, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips before answering.
"Oh I think I'll be dining in private tonight, Peter, away from prying eyes. You know how those aristocrats do like to gossip and I have my reputation to keep. I'm sure you'll be your usual charming self and keep them well entertained." Amelia turned, walking away swiftly.
(Bryan Thomas) Peter watched his sister until she was out of sight. He had always been protective of her, just like a big brother should be, but now Amelia was more than capable of looking after herself. He reflected on the time, almost three centuries ago, when he had taught her how to select her first victim. How the correct time and place were of the utmost importance if a stealthy escape was to be achieved. He recalled her youthful enthusiasm, and how he'd had to temper her visceral approach.
Meanwhile, Amelia was lost in the pulsating timbre of the city streets.
(Nav) Amelia had a fondness for aristocratic blood, but Peter preferred his blood red, not blue. The arrogance of the upper classes ruined his appetite.
He understood his sister’s lusts.
He’d long ago faced the fact that his sibling was a cold-blooded killer. She relished the look in the eyes of her victims as their world came crashing down around them, the orgasmic rush.
He preferred to sample the fruits of many vines. A night of seduction that they would never forget. A quick bite while they were in the throes of passion, and then he would be gone. Forever mourned.
(C.S) As they approached the Hardy’s residence, Peter looked on in pity. A ginormous estate, full of wonder but compared to his home, it was a shanty town. Peter strongly believed that he and his sister were the most powerful siblings in the new world, and nothing could convince him otherwise.
Amelia, dressed in a long red gown, glanced over at her brother and admired his stylistic look, his poise and the way he held himself. Their close relationship was a hot topic of gossip for many others. Cloaked by masquerade masks, they entered the premises with the promise of a feast.
(Bryan) Amelia's entrance was no different from any other function she had ever attended, she walked through the ornate, double doors like the world was hers for the taking. Peter sensed something as soon as they set foot in the hallway, a presence that he had not felt for many years. Amelia was oblivious to Peter's controlled manner as she embraced the atmosphere of the Grand Ballroom with all of her senses. Peter turned as a voice sent a chill down his spine. "Peter, do introduce me to your friend, if you will?" It was Jason Thorne, the world-renowned vampire killer.
(Ava) Amelia turned quickly, a demure smile on her face as her eyes raked the tall, brooding man standing next to him. "Peter, who is this handsome man? Have you been keeping him from me, dear brother?"
Peter's smile was forced as his eyes locked with Jason's, "This is Jason Thorne, Amelia, and I can assure you that, yes, I have indeed been keeping the two of you apart."
Jason stepped forward to shake Amelia's hand, but instead of the slight handshake that would be the norm, he brought it to his lips, caressing it with his lips as his eyes bored into Amelia's.
(Nav) “I’m Jason Thorne, how do you do. It’s a pleasure to meet you?”
“The pleasure’s all mine,” she purred. Her eyes raked over his muscular body.
“You must be the insatiable Amelia Mortimer. I’ve heard so much about you. I’ve been looking forward to making your acquaintance.”
Amelia had always thought she knew everybody who was anybody, so why had her brother kept this hunk from her? Curiosity tingled her nerves. “Peter! Have you been keeping this wonderful chap to yourself?” she asked playfully. She knew her brother occasionally liked to play around, though he refused to admit his bisexuality.
(C.S) Peter shrugged off his beloved sister’s comment and knew that whether he liked it or not, Amelia would be having her wicked way with Jason tonight.
What Jason didn’t know, was that Amelia’s idea of a ‘good time’ and his interpretation were never one in the same. As the vampire hunter appeared a target, Peter turned his attentions elsewhere.
Across the masses of upper class day breathers, stood four people Peter recognized and in a sense, longed for. They called themselves The Dangerous Brothers. Long known for escapades and adventures, Peter longed to feast upon their flesh, particularly the sister of the four.
(Bryan) Chris slammed his hand onto the control console, as the vampire simulation evaporated before the Dangerous Brothers eyes.
"Whaddya do that for!" said Nav.
"I was enjoying that," Bryan protested.
"But you weren't the character of Amelia, that fucking bustle was killing me!" said Chris.
"You look good in a dress," said Nav.
"Button it, bucko!" said Chris.
“Actually, you do.” said Bryan.
“The next joker that mentions anything about me in feminine attire gets a slap in the chops,” said Chris.
“Anybody fancy a pint?” said Nav.
“Too right,” said Chris, as he fired up the Blacksmith’s Arms simulation.
The End
#3: At some point in our lives, we all get bored. Bored of not having enough, bored of the same old day in- day out routines. Today, it hit me like a rhythm stick. There I was just relaxing in the tub and I realised, I had this urge for more. More wealth, more power, just more of bloody everything!
Every spring chicken has his day and mine was today. It's time I took the power back, just like rage against the machine.
Me chilling in the tub...
All hail Chris Bailey!
#4: I'm still looking for replacement posts... It would seem endlessly. I've considered sharing some actual poets work but that's already being done, so I'll avoid that. I guess this poetry malarkey is quick to do as I write each and every one off the top of my head. Plus next week I'll be back writing so maybe, this will do for now. So enjoy...
Arc-Light Angel
Under the Arc, I'm constricted and bound
My life as a worker, strained and covered in despair
Hoping constantly to have my heart found
Shackled in chains, broken in time, by life unfair.
I look beyond the bright lights up to a million stars
Full of hope
A dream of a life afar
And yet I struggle to cope.
One day in time, I pass by the yard and I see an angel in the distance
Fire-red hair, the brownest eyes and a blinding smile
I hear her laugh heighten as I approach, she informs the other of her name, Constance
My blood flows as I travel to meet her, what feels like a mile.
She giggles as I approach and the beat of my heart increases pace
With beauty so true, I am mesmerized, stood completely still
Utter perfection, contained within a singular member of the human race
As we stand in silence, eyes attached to one another, we are called to the mill.
I've never felt like this before, an uncontrollable madness
A love so fast, a love for this Arc-Light Angel
As we find ourselves amongst the crowd, I lose her and I'm overcome with unbearable sadness
This prisoners life confined to a story of loss, a love filled fable.
#5: You heard it here first folks. When I first released my little book into the public, I had low hopes for what it would achieve. Surprisingly though, I soon conquered Great Britain with my extremist views and ability to let my opinions fly. My book flew of the shelves and people followed my story like a religious sect. The Government crippled under my truths, and that unfortunate impact against an ice-berg over the Atlantic. RIP my little Umpa's.
I then turned my attention state side, seeking global domination almost drunk with power. Horny at the prospect of having more people join my collective empire. England, now aptly titled Chrisland, was forever changed for the better. No more flimsy punishments! No more shortening already short words! Bast, sarcy, evs and any other form of slang is now punishable by death! Plus the added bonus of no more pants at work! (For me, at least).
It took a little longer than I expected, but today, that all changed. I flew over to America on my private jet (The Bailey Bomber) and took the land of opportunity in my loving embrace. I challenged Obama to an arm wrestling competition, for the spoils of presidency. He wasn't really into the idea, but I looked at him with my big puppy blues and whispered "I thought Obama-Care(d)." He replied with a wink and decided to take me on.
Over confident, he failed to take in to consideration, that even writers go to the gym sometimes. His face as his knuckles smashed against that fancy porcelain table, will be one I remember.
Here is a picture of Obama handing over America...
Moderate to High Annoyance by C.S. Bailey www.facebook.com/csbailey
Every spring chicken has his day and mine was today. It's time I took the power back, just like rage against the machine.
Me chilling in the tub...
But how could I gain all these lustful desires? I'm just a lowly author with a part time job and a lack of patience. I know! I'll take over England! The Government are rubbish anyway. They call to cope with our collective needs, making us suffer with bedroom tax and their spineless attempts at punishment.
Nights and days went by as I constructed my master plan. I would infiltrate the powers that be, befriend them and take over this once great nation.
I started attending fancy parties, sipped wine like a pro and ate cucumber sandwiches. They were friendly and never suspected anything. I'm a devious bastard.
Until of course, it was too late and their end soon came quick enough. On a private jet to Alaska (they were taking me for my birthday), I chucked them out of the plane one at a time. They screamed like babies.
Me, Nick Clegg and David Cameron, before the dark times...
I mourned their loss at first, after all becoming friends and then betraying them is messy business. I enjoyed my holiday watching polar bears but soon found I missed the crap weather of home. So I jumped back on the plane and returned home.
I informed the queen about the demise of our 'leaders', she was hardly saddened. Instead she awarded me the title of Prime minister, I told the woman, she can move out and let me crash at her place. Reluctantly she agreed. So for now, I spend my days strutting around Buckingham palace waiting to bring back capital punishment and playing cards with Jeremy Clarkson.
A picture of me relaxing before a cabinet meeting, I think it's oak or pine today...
#4: I'm still looking for replacement posts... It would seem endlessly. I've considered sharing some actual poets work but that's already being done, so I'll avoid that. I guess this poetry malarkey is quick to do as I write each and every one off the top of my head. Plus next week I'll be back writing so maybe, this will do for now. So enjoy...
Arc-Light Angel
Under the Arc, I'm constricted and bound
My life as a worker, strained and covered in despair
Hoping constantly to have my heart found
Shackled in chains, broken in time, by life unfair.
I look beyond the bright lights up to a million stars
Full of hope
A dream of a life afar
And yet I struggle to cope.
One day in time, I pass by the yard and I see an angel in the distance
Fire-red hair, the brownest eyes and a blinding smile
I hear her laugh heighten as I approach, she informs the other of her name, Constance
My blood flows as I travel to meet her, what feels like a mile.
She giggles as I approach and the beat of my heart increases pace
With beauty so true, I am mesmerized, stood completely still
Utter perfection, contained within a singular member of the human race
As we stand in silence, eyes attached to one another, we are called to the mill.
I've never felt like this before, an uncontrollable madness
A love so fast, a love for this Arc-Light Angel
As we find ourselves amongst the crowd, I lose her and I'm overcome with unbearable sadness
This prisoners life confined to a story of loss, a love filled fable.
#5: You heard it here first folks. When I first released my little book into the public, I had low hopes for what it would achieve. Surprisingly though, I soon conquered Great Britain with my extremist views and ability to let my opinions fly. My book flew of the shelves and people followed my story like a religious sect. The Government crippled under my truths, and that unfortunate impact against an ice-berg over the Atlantic. RIP my little Umpa's.
I then turned my attention state side, seeking global domination almost drunk with power. Horny at the prospect of having more people join my collective empire. England, now aptly titled Chrisland, was forever changed for the better. No more flimsy punishments! No more shortening already short words! Bast, sarcy, evs and any other form of slang is now punishable by death! Plus the added bonus of no more pants at work! (For me, at least).
It took a little longer than I expected, but today, that all changed. I flew over to America on my private jet (The Bailey Bomber) and took the land of opportunity in my loving embrace. I challenged Obama to an arm wrestling competition, for the spoils of presidency. He wasn't really into the idea, but I looked at him with my big puppy blues and whispered "I thought Obama-Care(d)." He replied with a wink and decided to take me on.
Over confident, he failed to take in to consideration, that even writers go to the gym sometimes. His face as his knuckles smashed against that fancy porcelain table, will be one I remember.
Here is a picture of Obama handing over America...
The camera added 20 pounds. My second order of business is to get an extra days holiday commissioned for the sole purpose of staying home and relieving ourselves from wearing those damn awful pants.
My first order of business, was to make myself at home in the grand old U S of A...
It's starting to feel a bit more homely now. Until next time... President Bailey.
Disclaimer: C.S. Bailey hopes that you will all take this as a harmless joke. He means no offence by this blog post and at this present moment, has no intention nor the time for global domination.
#6: It's that time again, so turn off the children and tell the television to be quiet. Grab yourself a hot beverage and enjoy. Thank you to my bananas and Mr. Rick Haynes for their contributions. Enjoy everybody :)
Moderate to High Annoyance by C.S. Bailey www.facebook.com/csbailey
I really can’t stand you! You appeared out of nowhere to punish me for my one little mistake and you haven’t stopped since.
Unrelenting, a constant attack on the memories I thought were safely stored away.
You’re intrusive, a curse and I really have this powerful urge to end your existence without a second thought.
Rushing through my house making a grand old mess; I’m on a mission! I desperately need to find a tool to kill you with.
Suddenly my warm hands latch on to the weapon of your imminent destruction.
Thank god for my copy of Norton Anti-Virus.
The Beltane Beast by Nav Logan www.navlogan.com
The razor-sharp edge slices cleanly through flesh and blood drips from my blade.
Raising my knife heavenward, I fight against the primal urge to smear my cheeks with blood and howl at the moon.
A monstrous hunger consumes me. Like a wolf I hunger for the sweet juices. I attack with a frenzy, hacking up the offering and using my knife to place the still-bleeding flesh to my lips. Rich red ichor dribbles down my chin and stains my shirt.
“Don’t play with your food, Jeremy!” Mother scolds, but I can’t help it. I love a good barbecued steak.
Bad Dad by Bryan Thomas
"Daddy! You've pulled its arm off," said six-year-old Maisie.
Her father didn't reply. He pulled the remaining arm off.
Maisie glared at her father.
"Eeny, meeny, miny, mo," her father said. Then he pulled the left leg off.
"D-a-d!" said Maisie.
"Quiet, or I'll rip its head off."
Her father pulled the right leg off.
"Ha ha! Just your head and torso left my little friend," her father said, holding his victim in front of his face.
Maisie turned away.
Her father ripped the head from the torso.
Maisie grabbed the remaining Jelly Babies and ran out of the room.
THE KILL by Rick Haynes
Prey was scarce in the dry season. The solitary male lion had not eaten for some time so the kill had been vital. As he dragged the carcass into the undergrowth, his jaws dripped pure crimson. There was little meat on his dinner but a meal was a meal. He salivated with contentment.
At the lodge, the rangers were discussing the big cats. Driven by hunger, starving animals would naturally wander into human settlements, so some would have to be euthanized.
Earlier a ranger had departed, reluctantly agreeing to kill a starving male lion.
Concern grew.
He was long overdue.
That's all for this week. Next week, we'll be joined by Ken Magee. Don't forget to tune in for tomorrows attempt at poetry, it's the first one I actually like... A little bit. Enjoy your days :)
C.S
#7: So, I've renamed this series because it would appear that Bryan and Nav are pretty much regulars. Bryan emailed me loads of excellent drabbles and Nav is producing fine ones on a weekly basis. I will also try and secure some guest appearances from others. So enjoy this weeks selection and I hope you enjoy my 700 and odd word story, that was adapted from four 100 word drabbles. (Edit Note: Next week, we will have author Ken Magee joining our little team and Bryan has sent me a drabble titled Robots which is one of the best I've read, so you can look forward to that!)
Skin Deep by Nav Logan
They say that beauty is skin deep. I’ve spent my whole life being ugly. I shuffle around dreaming of becoming something more. The sun rises each day, and I do nothing but eat. I am a pathetic case of Bulimia Nervosa, wallowing in my own self-pity, and mourning my fat ugly body.
Finally, I can eat no more. Exhausted, I wrap myself up in my hammock and sleep.
Warm sunlight wakes me. Breaking free of my cocoon, I stretch languidly. Fluttering my wings, I bask in my new-found beauty. I was once an ugly green grub. Now, I’m a butterfly.
The Vulture by Bryan Thomas
Day One
He watched, and waited, and waited, and watched.
There were no carcasses in the valley.
Day Two
He flew, and soared, watched and waited.
But there were no carcasses in the valley.
Day Three
He watched, waited, flew, and soared. He imagined he was a military drone, although his big beak and feathers were a dead giveaway that he wasn't.
Not a carcass in sight.
Day Four
He flew, watched, soared, waited, shuffled, scratched, farted and pondered.
Not one carcass - zero, zilch, nada.
Day Five
There was a carcass in the valley! Unfortunately it was the vulture's.
Miss Murder by C.S. Bailey
I stand frozen besides the bed, gazing upon tonight’s lover’s face. Pale, with long curly red hair down to her shoulders.
I’m full of dread while I stand and stare. Such beauty captured by myself. Swayed easily into my bed by the putrid appeal of alcohol; If only she knew what I had stored inside, a demon yearning for release.
I can’t help myself any more, that urge! That Desire! I feel it building from within like a virus, meant to control my actions. It does not falter, nor does it tire, it just gradually builds slowly until I run red with rage.
I head to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Who is this man staring back at me? Why is he angered, so hurt and full of this unquenchable thirst. I want to be warm and kind, not battling the darkness within.
I look into his eyes, the eyes of a killer.
I get dressed in my clothes, my suit from the office… all rumpled from the rain as I made my way home drunk with the red haired angel.
My blood pumps increasingly fast warming my body as I seek my prey, I’m ready and waiting for little Miss May. I can usually cope with one a month, though the more prominent the urge, the more I have trouble waiting for so long.
I see her in the distance… Short skirt, pierced lip, scruffy hair… flirting with that troglodyte looming over there.
I wait until she’s done and a follow her quietly… she’s unaware. She heads down an alley; it’s as quiet as sin… how apt for my savagery to begin. On my tip-toes, I’m as stealthy as can be, perfect for my unsuspecting victim.
I creep up behind her, hair smelling of cinnamon and surrounded by an intoxicating fragrance of lavender. I grab her by the waist, hold her close and whisper the words “Goodnight Miss May.”
I held out for the month, just. The second to last day of May and I were already on the hunt for June. Scouring the corrupt Earth; for yet another helpless target. Constantly ready to erupt into a violent beast of the night.
I sit alone, confined in the corner of a rancid all night café. The walls stained yellow with nicotine June, the floors covered in shoe prints and the counters layered with grease. It is here, I found June. Stumbling in drunk with her black hair and pink fringe, my eyes lit up immediately. She was out of her mind hammered and ready to collapse. I’d seen her before, but never in such a fragile and vulnerable state.
Her olive skin, blue eyes and rounded lips filled her rounded face with beauty. Something I could only crave from afar. She usually walks the streets with promise and purpose. When sober at least.
June never pays attention to the likes of me, always surrounded by her best friends, or the weekly handsome and muscular boyfriend. Forever stopping traffic as the drivers howled at her peachy behind, confined tonight in a tight silver skirt.
As I hide in the background, nervous of life I wonder whether love from a woman will ever be enough for me.
Every time I see her… my confidence grows a little, like I am absorbing her positive aura. It’s been a few months since I first spotted her divine beauty and tonight, my time has finally come.
I approach her finally, June knocks me back before my tiny words have chance to leave my trembling lips. Even in her inebriated state, I am not good enough to be in her company!
I run back to my set and attempt to hide from my shame. Fear building. Anger rising and eventually the darkness rises.
As June lies on my table, a hollowed out piece of meat…
I bet I’ve got your attention now June!
July flew by, literally. I chucked her empty corpse out of a plane. As I found myself craving a little taste of the orient, it is time to uproot from my destructive past and move on from the gruesome memories occupying the town I once called home. I quit my job, collected my savings, achieved by my minimal life and purchased my plane ticket.
I arrive in Tokyo, seeking a fresh start. Far away from the horrors I had committed. Maybe things could be different now. I decide to sit at the airport bar and order a pint. Soon after, a small eastern woman sits next to me, I glance over and smile sincerely.
Much to my confusion she smiles back and slowly moves in closer “What’s your name? I ask.
“Mai”
If only I’d have got here earlier.
#8: My determination has always been my strongest quality, that and my secret confidence. I've always had this ability to get what I want even when it has seemed far from my reach. Being brought up by a single mother probably helped. Always struggling to do right by me, always working hard to provide for us and teaching me that if there was something I wanted, I had to get it myself.
It probably had something to do with me dropping out of college the first time. It wasn't giving me access to get what I want at the time. Do I regret it now? I don't at all. I may have a trivial job but that has lead me to have more focus elsewhere. It's worth mentioning that I did attempt to go back but that's a whole different story. I could easily apply for more taxing jobs, but as I see people take their work home with them, that is not something I'm willing to do.
Last year, I vowed that I would release my book and climb three mountains and I have done exactly that. Because I was fucking determined to.
After I finished work today, I've spent the day trying to sort out this new Halloween collaboration. Sorting out confusions and organising cameos from other authors. Unfortunately we have just found out that Bryan Thomas will no longer be joining due to personal reasons. It's a damn shame because he's a bloody good writer and a fantastic bloke.
It put me in a reflective mood sort of because despite all of my determination, things can still turn upside down. Now I know, you can't help certain things happening. But my question is, what happens when that determination runs out?
There are still typos in my book you know. And it infuriates me. I strived and tried so hard to make sure it was perfect. I read it endlessly until I hated the sight of it. And still they deceived me. I could go back and change the whole thing again but I really wanted it to be done with. I felt that I had deserved to have that perfect book out there and finished. They'll only little and hardly noticeable but they're still there... nagging at me constantly.
I've also missed two separate deliveries of my books due to being at work. And to make things worse, the cup I sent off to the winner of my 20/20 quiz is being sent back because the postal service failed to deliver it. So let me get this right... You're providing a service, that you can't provide? No doubt it will be delivered to my house when I'm at work.
However my determination still chugs away like the little coal train it is. I will get rid of those typos, I will make this collaboration work, I will get my books to the people I've promised them to and I will get that bloody cup to it's rightful owner!
So the next time you're thinking of giving up, remember that your determination has its rewards.
#9: Yes, you read it right. This is the last ever post of our little series... Well unless more people want to take part. I just want to say a huge thank you to all this weeks guests and the guest from past posts as well.
1. Do I have the permission to share your name? If not, what should we call you?
S: You can call me SpongeBob (Laughs)
T: Share my name and picture, just make sure it’s a good picture (Editor note: Stop asking for picture permission when I keep forgetting to get a picture.)
Stef: Yep
2. Age?
SpongeBob: 27
Tom: 30
Stef: Very nearly 26
3. Occupation?
S: Shop assistant
T: Super evil villain by day and a supper awesome support worker by night
Stef: Sales Administrator
4. Have you heard any unimportant news made to seem important?
S: Don’t really watch the news or read the newspaper
T: I once heard we have a new pope
Stef: I wouldn’t know where to start… 90% is just rubbish!
5. Marvel or DC?
S: Marvel
T: DON'T MAKE ME CHOOSE!!!
Stef: Marvel!!!
6. T.V show of the week?
S: Ex on the beach
T: Fargo
Stef: I’m about three years behind but I’m catching up on Justified, best T.V show ever!
7. The last brilliant film you watched?
S: Lone survivor
T: The Wolf of Wall Street
Stef: Django Unchained
8. How do you feel about a vast amount of men and women appearing in pornography?
S: Doesn’t really bother me as i don’t watch porn
T: Everyone has to earn a living i guess. I'd do porn if i wasn't married, chubby and had a hamsters dick
Stef: It should be illegal
9. If you ruled the world, what one thing would you change first?
S: Child abuse
T: I'd chuck religion right out the freaking window. That's step one to a better world
Stef: I'd kill majority of leaders and start again, there'd definitely be no parliament!
10. What is your favourite sexual position and why?
Missionary because I’m a lazy person and doesn’t take much effort (Laughs)
T: The Wheelbarrow
Stef: How rude! Can’t comment on that :p
11. Do you believe there should be a national holiday to celebrate being naked?
S: I don’t care either way, each to their own
T: LET'S DO IT!
Stef: No! Can you imagine some of the sights!
12. If you could get away with murdering someone you despise, how would you do it?
S: Cut their limbs off one by one and then lie them in a bath of salt and then leave them there to die knowing they have no way of getting themselves out
T: I'd shoot them down a dark alley then I would pin it on somebody else i despise
Stef: Slowly
13. If you had one day left to live, what would you spend it doing?
S: I’d spend it enjoying precious time with the ones i love
T: Hiking or Holding my family tight
Stef: I’d spend it painting with my daughter
14. Who is your favorite Game of Thrones character and why?
S: The hound
T: What’s Game of Thrones?
Stef: Like I said, I’m well behind with T.V! I’ve not watched it!
15. Do you have a special piece of underwear you wear when you know there is a chance they’ll be seen?
S: No
T: I have Superman boxers with a cape. They are freaking awesome!
Stef: No, I have OCD so it’s all plain and matching! (Laughs)
16. Song of the week?
S: John Legend – All of Me
T: House of the Rising Son by the White Buffalo and the Forrest Rangers
Stef: MJ & JT
17. Do you believe that religion is a truly awful fairytale, meant to control humanity and inspire false hope?
S: I’m not religious so yes
T: Religion is the route to all evil
Stef: Yes but not put as harshly as that
18. The last book that got you sexually stimulated?
S: I don’t know I couldn't open it. It was sticky (Laughs)
T: Harry Potter
Stef: I just read horror so that’d be sinister
19. Quote of the week?
S: If you don’t ask you don’t get
T: I'm usually not the one to say atodaso, but you know what? Atodaso, a fuckin atodaso
Stef: Oh Balls!
20. What annoys you more than anything else?
S: Ignorance
T: Ignorance
Stef: Ignorance
21. And last but not least, what are your feelings about bestiality?
S: It’s just wrong
T: Depends if the animal is consenting
Stef: What are my feelings?! It doesn't tickle my pickle if that’s what you mean…
#10: As I sit here typing, I sense a rise coming. My second favourite type of rise. After successfully taking over England (ChrisLand) and The USA (USCB), I feel I should be broadening my sunlit horizons. Don't get me wrong, my mass of followers, increased wealth and scantly clad glamour models do somewhat amuse. But deep deep down, there lies a festering annoyance... Religion!
How past civilisations read a book about a fictional character and chose to follow their life according to its rules. Then thrusting their opinions on us like thrusting an erect member. It's all so disgusting and soggy, like Marmite.
I released a book! Nobody follows that as a life guide! Well that's all about to change! I am going to travel back in time and replace that plot hole ridden book with a copy of Maybe, Misery 17: The return of Talons Tax Return.
So I tell my butler Jeeves to build me a time machine. He's good at that stuff but useless if you ASK him any-fucking-thing.
Here's a picture of Jeeves' COMPLETELY ORIGINAL time machine...
I find the man writing the bible, convince him that sometimes you need to take a break from writing and send him to the brothel. I then pinch his first draft and replace it with a copy of Maybe, Misery 17 and return home to an enlightened era of man.
Bad Dad by Bryan Thomas
"Daddy! You've pulled its arm off," said six-year-old Maisie.
Her father didn't reply. He pulled the remaining arm off.
Maisie glared at her father.
"Eeny, meeny, miny, mo," her father said. Then he pulled the left leg off.
"D-a-d!" said Maisie.
"Quiet, or I'll rip its head off."
Her father pulled the right leg off.
"Ha ha! Just your head and torso left my little friend," her father said, holding his victim in front of his face.
Maisie turned away.
Her father ripped the head from the torso.
Maisie grabbed the remaining Jelly Babies and ran out of the room.
THE KILL by Rick Haynes
Prey was scarce in the dry season. The solitary male lion had not eaten for some time so the kill had been vital. As he dragged the carcass into the undergrowth, his jaws dripped pure crimson. There was little meat on his dinner but a meal was a meal. He salivated with contentment.
At the lodge, the rangers were discussing the big cats. Driven by hunger, starving animals would naturally wander into human settlements, so some would have to be euthanized.
Earlier a ranger had departed, reluctantly agreeing to kill a starving male lion.
Concern grew.
He was long overdue.
That's all for this week. Next week, we'll be joined by Ken Magee. Don't forget to tune in for tomorrows attempt at poetry, it's the first one I actually like... A little bit. Enjoy your days :)
C.S
#7: So, I've renamed this series because it would appear that Bryan and Nav are pretty much regulars. Bryan emailed me loads of excellent drabbles and Nav is producing fine ones on a weekly basis. I will also try and secure some guest appearances from others. So enjoy this weeks selection and I hope you enjoy my 700 and odd word story, that was adapted from four 100 word drabbles. (Edit Note: Next week, we will have author Ken Magee joining our little team and Bryan has sent me a drabble titled Robots which is one of the best I've read, so you can look forward to that!)
Skin Deep by Nav Logan
They say that beauty is skin deep. I’ve spent my whole life being ugly. I shuffle around dreaming of becoming something more. The sun rises each day, and I do nothing but eat. I am a pathetic case of Bulimia Nervosa, wallowing in my own self-pity, and mourning my fat ugly body.
Finally, I can eat no more. Exhausted, I wrap myself up in my hammock and sleep.
Warm sunlight wakes me. Breaking free of my cocoon, I stretch languidly. Fluttering my wings, I bask in my new-found beauty. I was once an ugly green grub. Now, I’m a butterfly.
The Vulture by Bryan Thomas
Day One
He watched, and waited, and waited, and watched.
There were no carcasses in the valley.
Day Two
He flew, and soared, watched and waited.
But there were no carcasses in the valley.
Day Three
He watched, waited, flew, and soared. He imagined he was a military drone, although his big beak and feathers were a dead giveaway that he wasn't.
Not a carcass in sight.
Day Four
He flew, watched, soared, waited, shuffled, scratched, farted and pondered.
Not one carcass - zero, zilch, nada.
Day Five
There was a carcass in the valley! Unfortunately it was the vulture's.
Miss Murder by C.S. Bailey
I stand frozen besides the bed, gazing upon tonight’s lover’s face. Pale, with long curly red hair down to her shoulders.
I’m full of dread while I stand and stare. Such beauty captured by myself. Swayed easily into my bed by the putrid appeal of alcohol; If only she knew what I had stored inside, a demon yearning for release.
I can’t help myself any more, that urge! That Desire! I feel it building from within like a virus, meant to control my actions. It does not falter, nor does it tire, it just gradually builds slowly until I run red with rage.
I head to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Who is this man staring back at me? Why is he angered, so hurt and full of this unquenchable thirst. I want to be warm and kind, not battling the darkness within.
I look into his eyes, the eyes of a killer.
I get dressed in my clothes, my suit from the office… all rumpled from the rain as I made my way home drunk with the red haired angel.
My blood pumps increasingly fast warming my body as I seek my prey, I’m ready and waiting for little Miss May. I can usually cope with one a month, though the more prominent the urge, the more I have trouble waiting for so long.
I see her in the distance… Short skirt, pierced lip, scruffy hair… flirting with that troglodyte looming over there.
I wait until she’s done and a follow her quietly… she’s unaware. She heads down an alley; it’s as quiet as sin… how apt for my savagery to begin. On my tip-toes, I’m as stealthy as can be, perfect for my unsuspecting victim.
I creep up behind her, hair smelling of cinnamon and surrounded by an intoxicating fragrance of lavender. I grab her by the waist, hold her close and whisper the words “Goodnight Miss May.”
I held out for the month, just. The second to last day of May and I were already on the hunt for June. Scouring the corrupt Earth; for yet another helpless target. Constantly ready to erupt into a violent beast of the night.
I sit alone, confined in the corner of a rancid all night café. The walls stained yellow with nicotine June, the floors covered in shoe prints and the counters layered with grease. It is here, I found June. Stumbling in drunk with her black hair and pink fringe, my eyes lit up immediately. She was out of her mind hammered and ready to collapse. I’d seen her before, but never in such a fragile and vulnerable state.
Her olive skin, blue eyes and rounded lips filled her rounded face with beauty. Something I could only crave from afar. She usually walks the streets with promise and purpose. When sober at least.
June never pays attention to the likes of me, always surrounded by her best friends, or the weekly handsome and muscular boyfriend. Forever stopping traffic as the drivers howled at her peachy behind, confined tonight in a tight silver skirt.
As I hide in the background, nervous of life I wonder whether love from a woman will ever be enough for me.
Every time I see her… my confidence grows a little, like I am absorbing her positive aura. It’s been a few months since I first spotted her divine beauty and tonight, my time has finally come.
I approach her finally, June knocks me back before my tiny words have chance to leave my trembling lips. Even in her inebriated state, I am not good enough to be in her company!
I run back to my set and attempt to hide from my shame. Fear building. Anger rising and eventually the darkness rises.
As June lies on my table, a hollowed out piece of meat…
I bet I’ve got your attention now June!
July flew by, literally. I chucked her empty corpse out of a plane. As I found myself craving a little taste of the orient, it is time to uproot from my destructive past and move on from the gruesome memories occupying the town I once called home. I quit my job, collected my savings, achieved by my minimal life and purchased my plane ticket.
I arrive in Tokyo, seeking a fresh start. Far away from the horrors I had committed. Maybe things could be different now. I decide to sit at the airport bar and order a pint. Soon after, a small eastern woman sits next to me, I glance over and smile sincerely.
Much to my confusion she smiles back and slowly moves in closer “What’s your name? I ask.
“Mai”
If only I’d have got here earlier.
#8: My determination has always been my strongest quality, that and my secret confidence. I've always had this ability to get what I want even when it has seemed far from my reach. Being brought up by a single mother probably helped. Always struggling to do right by me, always working hard to provide for us and teaching me that if there was something I wanted, I had to get it myself.
It probably had something to do with me dropping out of college the first time. It wasn't giving me access to get what I want at the time. Do I regret it now? I don't at all. I may have a trivial job but that has lead me to have more focus elsewhere. It's worth mentioning that I did attempt to go back but that's a whole different story. I could easily apply for more taxing jobs, but as I see people take their work home with them, that is not something I'm willing to do.
Last year, I vowed that I would release my book and climb three mountains and I have done exactly that. Because I was fucking determined to.
After I finished work today, I've spent the day trying to sort out this new Halloween collaboration. Sorting out confusions and organising cameos from other authors. Unfortunately we have just found out that Bryan Thomas will no longer be joining due to personal reasons. It's a damn shame because he's a bloody good writer and a fantastic bloke.
It put me in a reflective mood sort of because despite all of my determination, things can still turn upside down. Now I know, you can't help certain things happening. But my question is, what happens when that determination runs out?
There are still typos in my book you know. And it infuriates me. I strived and tried so hard to make sure it was perfect. I read it endlessly until I hated the sight of it. And still they deceived me. I could go back and change the whole thing again but I really wanted it to be done with. I felt that I had deserved to have that perfect book out there and finished. They'll only little and hardly noticeable but they're still there... nagging at me constantly.
I've also missed two separate deliveries of my books due to being at work. And to make things worse, the cup I sent off to the winner of my 20/20 quiz is being sent back because the postal service failed to deliver it. So let me get this right... You're providing a service, that you can't provide? No doubt it will be delivered to my house when I'm at work.
However my determination still chugs away like the little coal train it is. I will get rid of those typos, I will make this collaboration work, I will get my books to the people I've promised them to and I will get that bloody cup to it's rightful owner!
So the next time you're thinking of giving up, remember that your determination has its rewards.
#9: Yes, you read it right. This is the last ever post of our little series... Well unless more people want to take part. I just want to say a huge thank you to all this weeks guests and the guest from past posts as well.
1. Do I have the permission to share your name? If not, what should we call you?
S: You can call me SpongeBob (Laughs)
T: Share my name and picture, just make sure it’s a good picture (Editor note: Stop asking for picture permission when I keep forgetting to get a picture.)
Stef: Yep
2. Age?
SpongeBob: 27
Tom: 30
Stef: Very nearly 26
3. Occupation?
S: Shop assistant
T: Super evil villain by day and a supper awesome support worker by night
Stef: Sales Administrator
4. Have you heard any unimportant news made to seem important?
S: Don’t really watch the news or read the newspaper
T: I once heard we have a new pope
Stef: I wouldn’t know where to start… 90% is just rubbish!
5. Marvel or DC?
S: Marvel
T: DON'T MAKE ME CHOOSE!!!
Stef: Marvel!!!
6. T.V show of the week?
S: Ex on the beach
T: Fargo
Stef: I’m about three years behind but I’m catching up on Justified, best T.V show ever!
7. The last brilliant film you watched?
S: Lone survivor
T: The Wolf of Wall Street
Stef: Django Unchained
8. How do you feel about a vast amount of men and women appearing in pornography?
S: Doesn’t really bother me as i don’t watch porn
T: Everyone has to earn a living i guess. I'd do porn if i wasn't married, chubby and had a hamsters dick
Stef: It should be illegal
9. If you ruled the world, what one thing would you change first?
S: Child abuse
T: I'd chuck religion right out the freaking window. That's step one to a better world
Stef: I'd kill majority of leaders and start again, there'd definitely be no parliament!
10. What is your favourite sexual position and why?
Missionary because I’m a lazy person and doesn’t take much effort (Laughs)
T: The Wheelbarrow
Stef: How rude! Can’t comment on that :p
11. Do you believe there should be a national holiday to celebrate being naked?
S: I don’t care either way, each to their own
T: LET'S DO IT!
Stef: No! Can you imagine some of the sights!
12. If you could get away with murdering someone you despise, how would you do it?
S: Cut their limbs off one by one and then lie them in a bath of salt and then leave them there to die knowing they have no way of getting themselves out
T: I'd shoot them down a dark alley then I would pin it on somebody else i despise
Stef: Slowly
13. If you had one day left to live, what would you spend it doing?
S: I’d spend it enjoying precious time with the ones i love
T: Hiking or Holding my family tight
Stef: I’d spend it painting with my daughter
14. Who is your favorite Game of Thrones character and why?
S: The hound
T: What’s Game of Thrones?
Stef: Like I said, I’m well behind with T.V! I’ve not watched it!
15. Do you have a special piece of underwear you wear when you know there is a chance they’ll be seen?
S: No
T: I have Superman boxers with a cape. They are freaking awesome!
Stef: No, I have OCD so it’s all plain and matching! (Laughs)
16. Song of the week?
S: John Legend – All of Me
T: House of the Rising Son by the White Buffalo and the Forrest Rangers
Stef: MJ & JT
17. Do you believe that religion is a truly awful fairytale, meant to control humanity and inspire false hope?
S: I’m not religious so yes
T: Religion is the route to all evil
Stef: Yes but not put as harshly as that
18. The last book that got you sexually stimulated?
S: I don’t know I couldn't open it. It was sticky (Laughs)
T: Harry Potter
Stef: I just read horror so that’d be sinister
19. Quote of the week?
S: If you don’t ask you don’t get
T: I'm usually not the one to say atodaso, but you know what? Atodaso, a fuckin atodaso
Stef: Oh Balls!
20. What annoys you more than anything else?
S: Ignorance
T: Ignorance
Stef: Ignorance
21. And last but not least, what are your feelings about bestiality?
S: It’s just wrong
T: Depends if the animal is consenting
Stef: What are my feelings?! It doesn't tickle my pickle if that’s what you mean…
#10: As I sit here typing, I sense a rise coming. My second favourite type of rise. After successfully taking over England (ChrisLand) and The USA (USCB), I feel I should be broadening my sunlit horizons. Don't get me wrong, my mass of followers, increased wealth and scantly clad glamour models do somewhat amuse. But deep deep down, there lies a festering annoyance... Religion!
How past civilisations read a book about a fictional character and chose to follow their life according to its rules. Then thrusting their opinions on us like thrusting an erect member. It's all so disgusting and soggy, like Marmite.
I released a book! Nobody follows that as a life guide! Well that's all about to change! I am going to travel back in time and replace that plot hole ridden book with a copy of Maybe, Misery 17: The return of Talons Tax Return.
So I tell my butler Jeeves to build me a time machine. He's good at that stuff but useless if you ASK him any-fucking-thing.
Here's a picture of Jeeves' COMPLETELY ORIGINAL time machine...
So, I take a seat and scour the interior... "Where's the iPod adapter you useless sack of sperm?" Jeeves yet again has no answer.
So off I go... Back to the future of the past. I arrive at sometime or other, pre iPod and find I am in a desert. Oh what I would give for a chocolate fudge sundae. There's sand and... more sand. I fucking hate sand.
Here's a picture of me and my nemesis...
I travel to a near by Oasis and acquire the location of this Jesus fellow. The stall owner tells me "He's over by the WONDERWALL." Then points right to him making his comment null and void.
I search on endlessly, for at least three minutes. Until I come across some bearded guy casually hanging around a cross. "Are you Jesus?"
"Why yes I am, I'm about to sacrifice myself for all of my kind."
"I wouldn't bother. They become useless and most of them wont even care."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I'm afraid so. You may as well go to that brothel over there and enjoy this gift of time."
"Cheers mate, what's your name?"
"Chris bailey..."
"You're my hero Chris."
"Here take this photo of me, so you remember what we achieved here. Life is a gift of time, given to us by chance... that is what we should follow."
"I couldn't agree more, now I'm off to get my freak on."
And just like that, he leaves...
Here's a picture of Jesus with a picture of me....
I find the man writing the bible, convince him that sometimes you need to take a break from writing and send him to the brothel. I then pinch his first draft and replace it with a copy of Maybe, Misery 17 and return home to an enlightened era of man.
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