Day 13. Monday means story time :)

Last week I gave the blogsphere two passages of a little story that I would like to continue every Monday, this will let me tick off one of my new years resolutions and let me have some fun knocking away those Monday blues. (However tired I am, like tonight). I am really as I worked 14 hours yesterday non stop so it will not be much of a start I am sorry.

I call my story The Kingdoms Reckoning,

There is not point of pretending I am going to get back to my blissful sleep, sun has slithered through the cracks of the dusty blind and angered my senses. Yet excitement is brewing within me, I breathe in hard and exhale the butterfly’s into the chill of the night, dragon’s breath rolls out and vanishes into the dusk. With light seeping through the blinds the outline of my graduation cap and gown hang as if they are draped around a ghost. A ghost that would proudly walk upon that stage themselves and accept the token of freedom, taking mockery at my nerves.

It is only a passage tonight folks, Its 21.46 and I am off to bed.

Night, L


Day 11… The little people inside my head.

  I don’t know about you but I daydream a lot.  I have an alternative life, one where I get the job of my dreams, where I meet celebrities (I have had many encounters with the likes of Robert Patterson, Zac Efron and Ed Sheeran to name a few) and I have normal day things happen to me which normally don’t happen to me. See I have a very boring life, I get up, go to work then come back home. If I could I would put day dreaming at the top of my CV even above my university degree. However there was this one time, when day dreaming made me feel sick, depressed and not happy. That’s when I decided to stop for a while. You could say I went cold turkey from my own unique drug.

Today for example on the half an hour bus ride to the shopping center and back, I day dreamed that I was going to an interview to work as camera assistant for a tour of a famous singer (in my head it was Ed Sheeren as I had been listening to his songs although I did not know this at the time of dreaming). I had just been passing the office looking for jobs, whilst I passed this office i noticed they were looking for a Camera assistant. I headed inside to a white room filled with a row of 15 chairs each taken par one with smartly suited individuals. I took the last seat. Being a curious person I fidget, most the others sit proper and straight. Two women sit ahead of us with a brown desk in front of them. As she is giving the introduction everyone is in total concentration, my eyes start to wonder.

I look to my  right and study each serious face. At the end of the line a skinny talk spiky ginger haired geek stands out from the crowd and introvertly smiles at the woman who is still talking. On my left a few more people nod and smile, I look further to the wall a mirror peers into the room. My eyes then move to the corners of the room, small security cameras silently search us. I look from the cameras to the Mirrors then back again…that aint a normal mirror, so I finally smile. I think it is then time to listen to what the woman at the front is talking about. She says that we are now going to go around the room and say or do what we like.

First off is the geeky guy, he stands and says his name then sits back down, and so does the next and next. Others do try to impress, adding paragraphs to their story or standing on their chair. When it gets to me I stand, make my way across the room to the mirrors and whisper Hello then smile, turn my back to the mirror and say my name to the room whilst walking back to the chair, I get sniggers and strange looks but it was different right, and I hope everyone outside the room saw it too. For our next challenge we are asked to get into twos, everyone stands and starts to mingle I rise get some funny looks but keep moving to one persons side. Of course the ginger geeky guy. He doesn’t know what to make of me but he has no other offers. We partner up and we are all asked to perform some kind of instrumental piece. Everyone else has already brought instruments, I foolishly look at my partner , a look that says sorry. I get to look over his CV though and he knows sign language, this give’s me an idea. He quickly teaches me the sign for one of Ed Sheerans songs. Performing outside the box and towards the two way mirror was our best shot and the ginger geeky man agreed with my theory. So we turned to face our reflections and performed the piece to perfection.

And that’s when I stopped. I didn’t let myself get any further as I don’t like to live off false hope. So that was my daydream of the day, what about you. Do you get lost out of reality and find yourself in another world. It might make a good little story, If so share your dreams.



Weekly Writing Challenge: Cliffhanger! … Day 6

I decided to leave my plan and do this challenge , it is an interesting one. Enjoy.

The roll of film clicks signalling the end of the footage, my body in shock my mind buzzing with information the slightest idea of my country as such an innocent place has shattered, I have unwittingly been dragged into this pathetic lie. How the outside world is oblivious about this is sickening. We’ve been lied to for all these years, not under their protection but their obsessive ruling. I don’t understand… how nobody wanted to push the boundaries or question society. Why had I not seen it myself, we had been controlled, locked in, or out, the footage made me feel nauseous, yet pieces of life were starting to make sense, though it was too soon to be sure. What the f**k had I just found.


It wasn’t working, the footage had him in a trance, slowly he oozed back into our new yet wrong view of reality. I could see the clockworks of his broad mind absorbing, rejecting, braking down. Turning his head to meet mine in the dim light, I notice his brown eyes glisten,

‘Why did you show me that filth’ Ethan shouted into my face. Suddenly stunned at his reaction I creep further away from his side.

‘Just because I have  brown eyes does not make me a monster like the people in those films’  I believed him of course.

Ethan’ I breathed slowly ‘You’ve got to show your soul otherwise your just a piece of equipment…like they said in the film, and in this place they are drowning your soul that’s why you needed to see the footage I found’. 

He had not heard my plea,  I had lost Ethan, he sat staring into the darkness of the storage room filled with rusting film tins, I can only feel sorry, he had just found out that he was born for one reason, to kill. Brown eyes, that’s all that separated me and him however the film to him had already built a void between us in the space of seconds.

Ethan, I I I didn’t know it…’ 

Shush’ he butted in

I honestly did not mean to hurt you’

shut it Mia, cant you hear them’ . Of course I could it was the sound of twenty something pounding footsteps coming towards us, there was no time to plan an escape route, by the sounds of it we were already cornered. Ethan was usually the mind behind our plans but the footage had disabled him. The sound of footsteps and orders from the General trembled through the room.  I quickly stagger to my feet and pull Ethan up next to me, our senses slurred from the dark room and our reflexes cut short from the horror of the film we were not prepared.  The door flung open, cold air and dust  hit my cheeks,  the bright white light blinds my vision but one sense was clear………………….BANG!……………………………………………

I know there maybe other places where I could stop but I wanted to write more, I was having so much fun. I do want to apologize for grammar, my structure and the way I put things. I am not very good at writing I have never really been good at it. Its another reason for blogging. So I can curb my writing skills. I hope you found the Sylvester Stallone reference.

Check back tomorrow to find out what happens to Ethan and Mia in their new reality.