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The Haunting Tale of Grace Redland: Part the Second

“You can hear me?” Grace said as she looked at the young man.  The young man had ashy brown hair and chocolate brown eyes.  He wore a pair of decent shoes, a pair of blue jeans, a white tee under a blue plaid shirt.  Over this he wore a navy-blue sports-coat and a black fedora.

“I wouldn’t be talking to you otherwise.” He responded as he looked at her. From his view he could see that she was rather beautiful yet deeply sad at the same time, “Are you ok?” He asked her.

“No.” She answered as tears and sobs came flowing down her cheeks. 

“Hey, it can’t be all that bad now, can it?” He asked her as he stepped closer to her.

She tried to put her hand on his shoulder but it just passed right through him as a puff of smoke.  He just stood there looking at her and his shoulder.

“What the hell are you?” He asked as he started to back away.

“I don’t know!”  She said before she completely disappeared from his sight.

‘The hell was that about?’ He thought as he made his way down the sidewalk without thinking much of the strange woman he had just met.

As he made his way across a dark street at night, he saw a wisp of smoke down an alley. He went down the street thinking nothing of it.  Images of the sad and scared woman flashed in his mind.

He made his way down another street.  From an alley came the same woman, now wearing a long-sleeved blue dress.

“Please, I’m alone, I’m scared, and I don’t know what to do.  You’re the only one who can hear me.  Please help me…” She said to him with a pleading look as he jumped back with a shock.

“Holy shit lady! What are you stalking me?! I wish I could help you but I don’t know how!” He told her as the wind started to pick up.

The lights flickered as she kept crying.  “Please help me… I’m so scared…” She said as the winds began to howl around them.

“Look whatever you’re doing please stop it.  It’s not helping anyone!” He said to her as the lights returned to normal and the wind died down.

“I have an idea, why don’t you come to my bar next door and we can talk.” He said to her as she calmed down and followed him into a place with brown siding and a big old-style front door.

The Haunting Tale of Grace Redland: Part the First

Grace Redland was dead, yet still she walked the streets.  Her raven-hair was styled in an unmoving and unchanging straightened pony-tail.  He patent leather heels would forever be on her expertly made-up feet.  Her heart shaped pendant would forever dangle on a golden necklace.  Her golden loop earrings would eternally dangle from her pierced ears.  A brilliant diamond and gold ring would be placed on her left ring finger forevermore.  Her made-up beautiful face would remain forever in perfect place.  Her multi-gem bracelet will never fall off her wrist.  Her navy blue cocktail dress would hug her perfect curves forever.

In front of her there was a body that looked strangely like her. However it had a big bloody gash running across the neck.  Blood flowed from the gash and soaked the dress on the body.  Grace tried to reach down to a purse strewn near the body. Her hand seemed to go right through the purse in a wispy puff of smoke that became her hand once she was free of the purse.

Around her there were policemen, police cars, and an ambulance as the officers examined the body. 

“Hello?!  Can you help me?! I’m not sure what’s happened?”  She asked to no one in particular.  The questions fell on deaf ears as they hustled and bustled about their jobs.  She looked around and tried desperately to grab onto someone, something.

Along with her tries and failures there were tears, sobs, and laments.  “Why me? Why now? Why?! I was gonna get married in a few weeks…  I’m here! I’m alive! I’m…I’m…I’m..I’m d-d-d-dead.”  With that final statement she sunk to the ground and began sobbing hysterically. Sobs that would be unheard by anyone ever again.

Sometime later she picked herself off the ground and walked down the sidewalk she was making for before. Her heels clicked and clacked on the concrete sidewalks only to her.  Her footsteps can still be heard on a quiet night.  Feeling lost and confused, she just leaned on a pole and watched the seemingly empty streets before her as the odd drunk coming out of a bar walked past her without so much as a single glance in her direction.

“Can anybody effing hear me?!?!?!” She yelled out in a roar.

“Blow my ear off won’t you?” A young man said as he walked by.

Shorts of a Time Lord: Fifth Doctor

On an ancient cobbled street crowds were gathered around a big elaborately ornate fountain that was adorned with aquatic mythological motifs.  The immense crowds were looking at it with admiration and awe. Tiny flashes from small cameras went off every now and then without stopping.  The people in the crowd were dressed as differently as they could be, however one of them was slightly different than the rest.

This young man had medium length sandy blonde hair and piercing brown eyes which were hidden behind golden wireframe spectacles.  He wore a pair of white tennis shoe-like shoes, an open-necked buttoned up shirt with orange linings and orange question marks embroidered on the lapels; which was tucked into red, golden-yellow, and white stripped trousers. Over the shirt he wore a knitted sweater with a red and blue pattern on the top of it. On top of all this he wore a cream colored frock-coat with orange piping.  To complete the look he had a stick of celery attached to the left lapel of the coat. 

He stood there and admired everything in front of him with a sigh of relief. After a few minutes he took of his spectacles and stored them in one of his pockets and from an inner coat pocket he withdrew a bundle that opened up to be a white hat with an orange speckled band and placed it upon his head.  He headed up the road to meet two very different people. One was a smartly dressed ginger-haired young man and the other a young woman with brown hair wearing a short skirted multi-colored dress. He approached them and greeted them.

“Doctor, this place is wonderful.  Rome is so peaceful compared to Gallifrey.” The young woman said in a distinct Australian accent. The Doctor said, “Indeed it is Tegan.  Now what do you say we go get some late afternoon coffee?” He asked as he approached small café.

 “Coffee please.”  The Doctor said in perfect Italian to a hostess as he and his two companions sat at an outdoor table to watch the crowd of people walking by. After drinking their coffees and settling the bill, the Doctor and his friends made their way out into the streets talking very excitedly amongst them. With the Doctor serving as a tour guide of sorts, and being in a very merry and happy mood as they made their way through the very heart of Rome.

A New Favorite of Mine

To take a break from the "Shorts" series I've decided to share a couple of episodes of on my recent favorite Television Programme.
The Show: Nevermind the Buzzcocks.
Episode 8 of Series 24:
The Captians: Noel Fielding and Phil Jupitus
The Guest-Host: Lee Mack
The Guest Panelists: On Noel's team: Adrew Stone from Starman and Irwin Sparks from the Hoosiers.
                               On Phil's team: Jon Richardson and Diana Vickers
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtjBko5w6cc

Episode 10 of Series 24
The Captains: Fielding and Jupitus
The Guest-Host: Josh Groban
The Guest Panelists: On Noel's team: Michael Ball and KT Tunstall
                               On Phil's team: Tinchy Stryder and Charlie Baker
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s3pABgbjF24

Just a little bit of humour to liven up your day!

Shorts of a Time Lord: Fourth Doctor

The streets bustle with life.  People move back and forth from place to place.  Cars speed by as the sounds of the city are heard all over.  The wind is blowing softly as the clouds roll by slowly in the autumn.  The sun is reflected off of the towering sky-scrappers as the people move along in their daily routines.  They look professionally dressed except for one man.

This man is tall, has a mass of curly brown hair that shows signs of graying and bungling eyes. He is wearing a pair of big brown boots; a white buttoned up shirt is tucked inside a pair of gray trousers held up by a brown belt, on top of the shirt is an unbuttoned yellow and black patterned waistcoat.  He also wore a big beige frock-coat with brown details.  To complete this look he wore an extremely long multicolored scarf that hung around him.  It swayed and billowed around him as he walked down the sidewalk.

He places his hands in his trouser-pockets and just glances at the people walking by.  His eyes, a pale blue pair, look all over, admiring not just the rush of people walking by, but the buildings, the occasional plane flying by, the browning trees, the street-lights that blinked, in short everything.  In a deep voice he says to himself, “Oh how magnificent this race is. Amazingly dull yet full of potential.  I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, indomitable!”  He chuckled lightly as he kept on walking on.

He stops in front of an alley and walks into it sighing happily as he takes a small purple candy from his pocket and pops it in his mouth, savoring it fully. He approaches a blue 1960’s police box. He fishes a key from one of his many pockets, unlocked the doors, and steps inside, part of the scarf gets caught outside as he closes the doors.  The doors open rapidly and the scarf is pulled in as the doors are slammed shut.  The light atop the box blinks and a wheezing-groaning sound is heard as the box fades from the alley.

Artistic Stuff 1

Just a picture I took for a project that I've decided to showcase on here.

Shorts of a Time Lord: Third Doctor

On a solitary road there stood a yellow roadster car with the license plate reading WHO 1.  The roads were glistening with the early morning dew that fell earlier.  The road was deserted save for the odd car that roared past.  The bronze sky of early springtime is not wasted on the beauty of the countryside.

Against the side of the roadster leaned a somewhat tall old-ish man with blue eyes and bushy gray-white hair.  He wore a pair of black shoes, a pair of black dress pants, a faded green frilled buttoned up shirt with a big puffy brown bowtie. To complete his look he wears a slim-fitting green velvet blazer.  To combat the cold of the morning he wears a long brown and orange cloak.

The man looks down both ways that the street traverses.  His old face sees the traces of tears freshly wiped as he talked aloud, “Oh Jo I will miss you dearly.  However you will surely get on with your new life. I’ll just keep on going, like I’ve always done.  Just me and the Tardis like usual.  Now then back to U.N.I.T HQ, the Brigadier will surely be wondering where I’ve scuttled off to.”

With that he puts on a pair of black leather driving gloves, mounted upon the drivers’ seat of the roadster, and turned on the ignition.  The engine roared to life as the old man said, “Off we go Bessie.” The headlights were turned on and the car speeded down the road as the wind ruffled the man’s hair as he drove off to new adventures.

Shorts of a Time Lord: Second Doctor

The ocean crashes against the rocky cliffs that overlook it. The sun is barely visible above the clouds rolling by the serene landscape.  The wind is slowly blowing a cool winter’s breeze which soothes the land all over.  A short distance away stands a blue 1960’s police box with its doors closed but not locked.

In front of the box stands an old-ish man with deep-set eyes and a mop of untidy black hair with its fringes nearly on his eyes.  He is seen wearing a pair of grey boots, loose-fitting grey checked trousers held up by patterned braces, a blue buttoned up shirt with the collar ends splayed out of it, a small blue plaid bowtie is clipped on the shirt.  To complete his look, he wears a baggy and ill-fitting frock-coat which looks one size a little too big that has a polka-dotted hanky hanging from the front pocket.  In his hand is a recorder adorned with a blue stripe spiraling down its length.

He looks over the horizon and finds an odd sense of solace in the wonderful scenery that is sprawled in front of him.  With a funny gait, he walks over to a moss-covered boulder and sits down to admire it all. 

“My my, what a splendid view this is.  I don’t like it.  It’s too quiet for my taste.  Maybe a little music is in order.  Now let’s see.”  He says to himself as he places his nimble fingers on the recorder and plays a beautifully enchanting melody that fills the place with joy.

After a while of his masterful playing, he stops.  With a sigh of relief he stands again and walks back to the box and gets inside.  The light atop the box blinks and a wheezing-groaning sound is heard as the box fades from the cliff-side and disappears to an unknown destination.

Shorts of a Time Lord: First Doctor

The breeze blows on a lush green plain.  Twin suns, which bathe the place with a strange bronze light, are setting in the horizon.  In a part of the plane there appears a wisp of wind followed by an increasing wheezing groaning sound.  The sound gives way for the blinking light of a blue 1960’s police phone box that fades into view.

Out of the doors comes out an old man with a mane of white hair and a beak-like nose.  He wore vaguely Edwardian clothes which consisted of a pair of black shoes with brown spats, grey checked trousers, a white shirt, a beige checked waistcoat, a navy blue cravat, and a monocle.  He topped off his look with a black frock-coat. In his hand was an ornate walking cane which he uses to steady himself.

He looked upon the sunsets with his eyes, not old eyes as befitting his look, but with a pair of eyes of a man much younger than himself.  In that wrinkled and worn face was the biggest smile anyone had seen.

He breathed contently and admired the strange wilderness that stretched out before him and commented to no-one in particular, “Much has been done and yet, I fear, so much is still left to do.” With that he lets out a slight chuckle.

Out of the box the voice of a young-ish man is heard calling out to the elder man, “Doctor?  Where are you Doctor?”

The Doctor turns around and walks back to the box saying, “Hmm? What’s that my boy? Oh yes, time we were off.  Where and when we’ll go my dear Chatterton, I don’t know”.  He steps in and closes the door.

Soon the box fades away from the serene place with the same wheezing-groaning sound that it faded in with.  

A Book Like No Other....

This book is like any other book, it has words printed on paper with little numbers printed at the top right corner: pages.  A few dozen of these pages are bound together in a logical order to make chapters.  These chapters are strung together to make the book, a novel. At the top of the cover is the author’s name in big white letters: J.R.R. Tolkien.  Below the author’s name is a picture of an idyllic countryside village with a dirt road and green grass. On the dirt road walks an old man wearing well travelled boots, a grey cloak, and a gray wide-brimmed pointed hat.  He sports a long white bushy beard and uses a long walking staff. He is making towards a smaller man seated in front of a green door with a brass handle right in the middle.  This man is wearing a pair of brown knee-britches held up by brown bracers, and a green shirt. He seems to be enjoying the vapors of a fine-crafted pipe.  Below this picture is the title of this novel in white lettering: The Hobbit.

A young man has this book in his hands.  He has been through its pages one too many a times and yet he cannot help but to return to its worlds.  He turns the pages over to the first chapter titled ‘An Unexpected Party’.  The thrill of what is to come is palpable. He casts his eyes down to the first sentence, “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.”  His mind drifts to Middle Earth to adventures…..

Tales from a Creative Mind: The Intro Round

Hello and welcome to my official blog!  Congratualtions on making it this far...

This is where I'll post my musings on anything that strikes my fancy.  The majority of this blog will contain anything from short stories, excerpts from my works, fan fictions, thoughts on subjects, and other stuff to be described later. Now then I'll leave you with the following picture for now: