Saturday 18th May 2013
Can you remember a particular time when you would sit down and write letters to your friends, your work but mostly, well in my case it would have been family. I remember my mother sitting at the table, telling us kids to stay away. Not wanting us to knock the table and mess up her lovely handwriting.
Tuesday 14th May 2013.
Your help is required:
Below is a 1200 word story of mine, which was incorporated into my Campnano story ‘Birth of the Wizard Prince’ This short story was written before the Campnano project. But my intention is to enter it into a local writing competition. The word allowance is up to 3000 words so have a little leeway for addition. What I am asking is for you you give me your opinion. Either to improve or it general criticism either will suffice. Thank you for all your help.
Bridge of Bower
Written By: Gerry A/C edited TJ Taylor Feb 2013
Hurrying across the heath keeping to the footpath. Weaving between gorse, and small crab apple trees, rising slopes, and descending slopes, the thickening heather making it hard. Ankles and calves hurting.
They were not running, just walking fast. The couple kept looking behind seeing the two distant figures following. They knew they were being followed, they had been for the last few miles now.
The pursuers were not gaining on them as the distance remained constant. In front of the couple was a large wooden five bar gate loomed, the entrance to a wooded area. But when Alan tried to open it he found it to be stuck. No second thoughts, they then both proceeded to climb over it. There was no haste to their actions, just positive movement and the man assisting the lady as she jumped off the second bar.
They both paused, looking back from where they came and still the figures could be seen; slowly but surely coming their way.
“Come on we can lose them in the wood” Alan said, and quickly took the girl’s hand and led them into the wood.
The path was wide and easily traversed. The sounds of nature everywhere; rabbits hopping into the bushes, and birds fluttering from tree to tree. The streaking sunshine with spears of light dazzling them as they progressed. They started to hurry, turning a bend and then again straightening direction. Deeper into the wood they went, and as the wood became thicker less light was getting through. The tall trees and thick foliage becoming a blanket above them.
The path had now become a track, and harder to tread. A slip could be very damaging, a twisted ankle is not what either wants at this time. Even though they could not see far behind them, they both kept looking.
Now because of not being able to see their pursuers, a little bit of panic was creeping in.
A river appeared and there was nowhere to cross, so they turned left to follow the river flow. A few hundred yards they came to a fallen tree stretching half across the river. “Lets rest a minute here, they wont find or catch us here” Alan said.. Eana, was panting a little now after they had sped up a little and the terrain was now harder. Alan walked onto the tree and sat, and the lady followed, “Here Eana take my hand” he said holding his hand out for her to take hold of.
But as she went to reach out she slipped and fell onto the riverbank, and promptly started to shout in pain.
“Alan help me please, I think I have twisted my ankle”. before she finished her sentence Alan was beside her and checking her ankles.
“It is my right one, it hurts like heck.” she said now sitting up holding her ankle.
Alan on inspection saw a slight swelling, and gently and lightly massaged her leg and ankle. “Okay we shall sit here then, you only had to say you didn’t want to sit on the tree” Alan said, and they both laughed.
A few minutes later and after a drinking of water they started off again, Eana now hobbling and using Alan’s shoulder for support. Speed was not possible now. Just care and constant moving.
“We’ll be okay Eana, we have enough distance between us. They have to find our tracks first.”
Behind the two shadows following, shuffling through the brush and weaving their way through the trees. Already over the gate and into the wood, they were showing relentless pursuit. Nothing was slowing them and the pursuers knew they were closing, it was only a matter of time. They felt the closeness the faster they were going traversing the ground at ease. No matter a gorse bush, a small ditch, piles of bracken, or brambles just being brushed aside at will. They could smell the air, they were near.
Alan and Eana still following the river bank, the easiest path but still proving difficult, Eana’s ankle was now swelling and her pain was proving a problem for her. “Come on Eana, we got to keep going. We must reach the bridge of Bower, we will be safe there. It cannot be too far now.”
“I am sorry Alan, but….”
“Don’t, don’t even think it. An accident could not be helped so lets just get on, and find this Bridge of Bower.” Alan interrupted, enhancing his grip on her.
Further up the river they met another fallen tree, this one stretched to both sides of the river. This one looked more like a bridge with wear showing on the trunk. A few stubby branches protruding upwards and sideways, but was mostly just trunk with its root on the opposite bank to them.
They sat briefly regaining strength and having a drink.
“How far is this Bridge of Bower, do you even know it?” asked Eana.
“I know of it, but not how far. Just have to follow the river”
Just as Eana was about speak a small creature appeared at the end of the tree. A small female faerie creature, approximately three feet tall and very lithe and agile looking. With long blonde hair dangling loose under a woollen looking hat. A multicolored ringed hat tied at three corners, she dressed in forest colours of greens and browns blouson, with her brown pants tucked into brown leather knee-length boots.
“Your shadows are near and you must move or they will be upon you.” the voice raspy and throaty at once.
“Where did you come from, who are you?” asked Eana with a sound of surprise.
“My name is Lorrine and I am a tree nymph and where I come from it matters not. I have been sent to warn you and save you from the impending danger you face. The shadows are very close and will be upon you if you do not move.” As Lorrine finished the noise startled them. Noise of brush and heavy steps bundling towards them as Alan and Eana turned to see the two shadows morphing.
The human shapes twisting and turning, sounds of pain, groans, grunts and crunching of cracking bones, Alan and Eana watched as the change was happening. The surprise of this sight, and the fright suddenly appearing on their faces. In unison the creatures fell onto all fours and continued their mutation, scales of dark green on one and crimson red on the other. Horns appearing on the heads, arms becoming wings, and the legs turning into huge muscled limbs. Finishing off with large dangerous, sharp claws, which meant only one thing.
Lorrine jumped in between Alan and Eana. “Quick take my hand, no time now but to trust me”
Without a second thought they did as was asked of them. Lorrine whispered an enchantment, and just a that moment the two dragons sent a laser of fire at them, incinerating the part of the tree where they stood.
The three of them vaporised and was gone.
The two dragons continued hissing fire, until they realised they had missed their prey, their targets. The crimson red one spoke in a guttural voice, “if they get to Bridge of Bower we will have lost them.”
The three of them materialised on a large wooden bridge with ornately carved railings, with an arch at both ends.
“You will be safe here, the dragons know of this place but have no way of finding it, while our Oak King keeps his magic in place.”
“Where is this place?” asked Eana still limping.
“Oh yeah welcome the Bridge of Bower, the home of the forest nymphs”
Alan and Eana collapsed onto knees and kissed the ground.
© GA/C Feb 2013
Friday 10th May 2013
Weekly Photo Challenge: Pattern click me for info:
My participation in this weeks photo challenge…
I have not done these photo challenges for awhile,, been a little side tracked of late, above is a mixture of photos from my collection.
1. Salou beach Spain.
2. Dungeon in Dunster Castle
3. Bicycle park Portsmouth.
4. Carpet Butlins Minehead.
10th May 2013 Friday
Super Sweet Blogger Award.
Johann at the above site has taken me by storm and love every minute of her visits. She has however got a great site worth visiting and I fully recommend it.. This lady is sure to give you a warm welcome as she has me.
So Johann thank you for this award.. But I need to tell you I am a little bit of a law breaker with the rules of awards..
The Sweet Rules for accepting this nomination are:
1. Thank the Super Sweet Blogger that nominated them
Have done so .. http://johannisthinking.com/
2. Answer five super sweet questions – Have Done
3. Include the Super Sweet Blogging award image in your blog post –Have Done
4. Nominate a baker’s dozen (13) other bloggers – See Notes below..
5. Notify your nominees on their blog – See Notes Below
My five (5) sweet responses to the delicious questions are:
1. Cookies or Cake? Cake..Lemon mostly
2. Chocolate or Vanilla? Vanilla good ole’ Cornish Dairy
3. Favorite Sweet Treat? Magnum Ice cream Lollies
4. When do you crave sweet things the most? Well being Diabetic now, most of the time.
5. Sweet Nick Name? Anything one wishes to call me.
Johann I must apologise to you for not being able to pass this award to people, I just cannot go through my followers and select 13, I have a great set of followers and do not want or cannot to choose. Any particular blog. But I will just to be a little different again I will select the followers who have been great at commenting or liking this past week. I think this might be a good idea. But probably get this wrong..
And any other followers of me that stops by and likes or comments then please consider yourself nominated. I do love all your blogs and posts.
9th May 2013 Thursday…
Sandra’s new challenge so come on guys give it a try…
My Story 2..
The portal closed behind him, and as his eyes adjusted to the weird light he could see many shapes, and a mix of colours. The ground he was standing, many colours ranging in shades of greens and blues and reds. Hard rock ground, but as he walked he felt the softer feel underfoot, almost sand like.
He could see mushroom shape objects, all different sizes, looking down like horrific creatures from a horror film. The first one he came upon he realised they were made structures, and not plants, their feel very much of concrete and wood, cold and rough. Continuing along the coloured path, another, larger and blue mushroom. He wondered if there is a reason why the small ones were red and the larger were blue. A big crash made him look up, he saw a man in what he thought was a space suit, and another figure hanging from the edge. Laser beams firing from an unknown source at them and the green planet,and the ring circling it was breaking apart. Where is the debris falling, he could hear nothing hitting the ground, just seeing them splintering off into the air. More sounds of laser fire starting to scare him now, hurrying along, turning a bend, he confronted another space man, “Quick! you must move along, it has become dangerous, quick move along that way, through the open portal, quick go.” the spaceman said pointing along the path. Started to hurry, panic starting to take over, the next corner he came upon a very strange-looking creature, standing upright like a human, but he was green bodied with a red head. Parts of it looked scaly,but the light was making his vision hard, so he could not be sure, and other parts he was wearing some really strange clothing. It was waving what looked like a gun, and guttural sounds could be heard. Running now very scared, and laser beams shooting across at him, just missing in front and a couple just above his head. The noise was deafening, and he was now smelling burning, the fires being ignited by the lasers. He tried to look behind but dare not, the foot steps were enough to tell him he was being chased.
The portal ahead, faster, it became closer and closer, then bang, he was through, the door smashed open and he was safe, followed by others. Quickly he found a seat to catch his breath, the sun hitting his face, his heart racing he found himself back outside in the Magic Kingdom theme park.
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8th May 2013 Wednesday…
Sandra’s new challenge guys please try it out…
He tried to touch the picture thinking he was touching her, he was suddenly drawn in, suck into this fantasy world. This world, unusual, strange but very enticing. The colours were bright, very hypnotic, and he could not help himself, he was blinded by what he saw, the beauty in front of him, just swept him away. He saw her, standing in the distance, then she slipped and slid to the edge and was hanging on for dear life. Hanging by her hands, she happily swung back and forth. She had a smile on her face, did not look scared. He ran to try and help her thinking she was in danger, but she was always just out of reach. He shouted to her, she could not hear him. “Here let me take your hand, I’ll try to pull you up” As he lent over, the slanted flooring of the mushroom shape was making him slide. He tried his hardest to stop, pressing his hands and feet hard to the surface. Slowing down but still slowly nearing the edge. Slipping still and nearing her, he thought he must stop, panic reaching his throat and chest, he would lose her as well as himself. His momentum carried him over edge, and as he started to fall, he saw her smiling and flew into the air and hovering in the air she just watched him fall. Out of sight he went into the darkness.. The last thing he heard was a laugh, so cruel. the darkness absorbed him and he was gone.
Bang!! bang!! the loud knock on the window woke him with a start, he was still clutching the picture of planets and strange shapes by Terry Valley.. his heart was beating so fast and sweat on his forehead, he now realised, and remembering, life was so unfair…
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Sunday 5th May 2013.
My Final Entry....
Whoohoo oh yes skipping across the floor and doing imaginary cartwheels, Yes my target was met and on Tuesday got it validated. My story as you might notice was originally being called Birth of the Prince, but have now titled it Birth of the Wizard Prince, well as the story developed I had to change it to make it more suitable.
5th May 2013 Sunday
Below another couple email alerts of stories for you to enjoy.. and do what we can..
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